Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1912-05-02

these states?" But it was only a tele.
gram Tor me. And then l was in
"A most rickety and confined taxi. and
the taxi was fun to tho brim with lug
sage, two friends. and me. And | was
off into New York
AT the center OF the first cross roads
saw Il splendid and erect individual.
flashing forth authority. gaiety. ard ut
ter smartness In TIE gloom. Impossible
not 10 believe that &c Was the owner
of all the adjacent ground. disguised
as a cavalry officer ON foot.
What is that archuuke"" inquired.
Hes just Il cOp.''
l knew then that I MAS i'm Il great
CITY.
The rest of the ride was am enfeverea
phaatasmagoria. We burst startlingly
into a Very remarkable deep glade-on
the floor Of it long and violent surface
cars. u lew open shops and bars with
COMMISSIONERS at the doors. vehicles
dlpplnS and rising out of holes in the
ground. vistas of forests of iron pillars.
on the top OF which ran deafcning. gilt
terlng trains. as on Il tight rope: :lbov,.
all that. n layer of darkness: and above
the layer of darkness enormous moving
images OF things in electricity-a mas
to1lcn Kitten playing With IL ball of
thread III umbrella in a shower of rain.
slphonS of soda water being empticd
and filled. gigantic horses galloping at
fun speed. and AN incredible lheialdry
of chewing gum. Sky signs.
Yes, It Was Broadway.
II suppose this is RroalwaN2" | ven
tured.
1t WAS. is to say. it was N of
tho Rroadways. There arc several diff
ferent ones. What .cOuld be more diff
ferent from this than the down own
Broadway Of Trinity church and the
crowded S~kyscrapers? And ever this
Broadway could differ from itself. us i
knew later ON an election night. L. l
MAS O~V@rpowered by Broadway.
You must not expect me to talk" /
said.
We drew up i'm front of a huge hotel
and went into the bar. huge and gor-
Geous to match. shimmcring with white
bartenderS and II variegated population
of men-about-town. had never seen
such Il bar.
Two Polands and a Scotch high
ball. WAS the order. OF which geo
graphical language understand not IL
word.
Sec the fresco," my particular friend
suggested. And from his tone, at once
nodestly content and artificially care
less. l knew that that nursery rhyme
fresco was II of the sights of the
pleasure quarter of New York. and that
L ought to admire it. Well. l did add
mire ii. ! found it rather fine and
opposite. Eut tne free luncheon coun-
wa w. ~ 'so GVVS wy iHiANy lhi'iN.
Here it was. the free luncheon counter
of which the European reads-gener-
ously loaded, and much freer than the
:lll.
Have something's"
Draw the Line Somewhere.
i would not. They could shame mo
into drinking coffee. but they could not
shame mo into eating orned beef and
granite biscuits at II o'clock at night.
The Poland water sut'liccd me.
We swept perilously off again into
the Welter. That anne venlng three
OF my steamer companions wcra
thrown out of Il rickcty taxi into Il hole
in he ground in the middle of New
York, With the result that one of them
spent 4 week in Il hotel bed, under doc
tor and nurse. But ! went scathless.
Such are the hazards of life. We
arrived at u terminus. And it was II
great terminus. A great terminus is
an intospitable place. Ana just here,
In the perfection of the name in
which my minutest comfort was stu
died and provided for. / began to APP
precilte the significance of American
hospitality-that combination of eager
good nature, Oriental lavishness, and
sheer brains. We had time to spare.
hen we were i'm the train. and the
train was moving. And every few sec
onds it shot past the end of a long,
straight. lighted OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
IIon scores Oh Ii1cl1l, Win u wider and
more brillian street interspersed among
them at intervals. And I forgot at
what hundredth street the train paused
before rolling finally out of New York.
l had had the feeling of a vast and
metropolitan city. ] thought. What
ever this is or is not. 1t is a metro
polls. and viii RANK with the best of
'ein. I had lived long in more than
n metropolis. and ] knew the proud
and the shameful unmistakable marks
of the real thing. And ] was aware
OF q poignant sympathy with these peo-
pie and those mysterious generations
who had been gradually and yet so
rapidly putting together. girder by
girder and tradition by tradition, all
unseen by nc till then, this illustrious.
proad organism, with It's nobility and
its ~baseness, it's rectitude and It's
morrnful errors. its colossal sensc Of
life. / jiked New York irrevocably.
Nothing New On Spring.
Spring leaped from the heart OF a rose.
In her eyes was the flame of the sun,
And she cried, 20 you pote,
1t is time that YOU wrote
A spring ballad that's A No. J."
But the poet sighed down to his toes