The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1914-03-20

The a%uaverine cry Of an italian
.Irutt vrnder m nearer and nearer
Town the venue of my Chicago
nome. ]de shuff1cs slowly along.
piled high with shining golden balls
rich oranges from The dark green
~sun-kissed groves Of II dream coun-
Try. u land of romance. our Ameri-
an Italy-the p%erfurned, flower
wreathed valleys OF southern Cali
sornia.
From the next street comes an
other quavering cry-and another. ]
Fauntcr towards the city. Every
of little shops, are piles and pyra-
lnids Of the golden shining oranges.
Here and there an artistic dark
faced dealer has laid glossy green
leaves i'll among the golden balls.
over the bridge, l reach South Water
- world of gold. but no longer in
piles and pyramids. Hero the or
nnxes arc in boxes-thonsands Of
boxes all the same size and looking
much alike.
What makes such a stir in the or
ange world TODAY. l wonder. ON
other days ! have walked the same
route. but saw no dusky fruit men
a,,d their push carts--no piles of vel
~" " a. III = " 30
nn South Water street only dull
ricbeian lettuce and cabbaases filled
tho eyes n nostrils. and stood in the
pathway of the passcrby.
It's orange weather." rasped a
wl,eezy driver. ".Ah. Ola. sunny day
orange day" smiled a liquid eyed
yo'1ng Italian with face like a
Murillo angel.
Orange westher"--,hat was a new
n to me. 40 I hunted up THE Man
Who Knows Oranges"
He said: John. golden nuggets
have never brought to mol the SPLEEN
Tor, the happiness. the bounding
health that come from golden or
Anses. But o fellows Of the middle
ALLEYS Of California California. tho
splendid maiden who turns her back
Dor tho cold and SHOWS Of the east
md upon h burning winds Of the
prairles. Tho mountains are her
glorious shapeIy shoulders with
which she shields. protects and shelf
nrs the warm perfumod valleys of
ktssed groves OF golden oranges and
lemons. Going after gold has beer
the most fascinating pursuit OF mcn
since the days when Jason first heard
If the Golden Fleece. John, come
along to California with me, after
SoIA- ~ ).
Went. Should Say: { Came.
Came to the Garden Of Eden-to
the Romance LAnd-the land full of
memories Of Spanish a%dvcnturers
tolas n founded the first little gar
rison OF reverend fathers and brave
soldiers-the beginnings of California
civilization. The land where a line of
white walled Spanish missions once
linked the great estates and courtly
Erandees Of Spanish California with
the luXury and arts of Madrid and
by the dramatic life and benediction
Of Father Junipero Sierra, whose
hands helped build the first Spanish
mission-who saw gathered about
his death bed at San Carmel. his
vori Padres from missions far up
and down Ca1ifornia-who knew the
tinklc Of mission bells was spreading
the peace of the Angelus upon hun
dreds Of happy. prosperous Indian
villages and rich Spanish estates.
These same tinklins mission bells
are today being placed here and there
along the wonderful road. that is to
BE the finest road in the world--El
way" These haunted Spanish bells
guide tho traveller in his glitterinr
automobile. just as a hundred years
& they guided the weary Padre, on
foot. with his cassock and stat.-or
the velvet clad Spaniard on his high
stepping horse.
Father Junipero Sierra saw the
rise. and %foretold the glory OF the
Spanish missions-but g and death
spared him their tragedy.
"A man can not tell what shaft be-
And what shall be after him, who
can tell?"
In the Groves of Gold.
On these very spots of Spanish no.
nance. flourish in tropical profusion
the wonderful golden oranges-glori-
fled children Of those first wild or
anges which the crusaders found,
when they camped before the armies
Of Saladin. in the ravines OF Pales-
tine. Arab chieftains brought the
luscious golden fruit to Spain-to the
feasts Of Boabdil. Thence Spanish
gallants carried with them over the
sens on their 1adAn %4al1eona. fhe