The daily sentinel., 1914-04-30

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tacks and crooked screws in an emp
] ty tobacco can. But last Saturday
when we visited the High Line camp
l did long with all my might for a
mechanical head The one | actually
do possess felt like roll OF cotton
with stray bits of information in re-
gard to head gates, crests. Golfer
dams, sluice ways and dead men"
sticking around in it like straws with
no chance OF coming together and
making sense. | wanted the power
to write up that wonderful project as
Ida Tarbell would write II II she were
turned loose on the job. | wanted to
write with a concise clearness, fair
ly brittle with its brilliant dryness
lust how the whole blooming thing
was constructed so that scientific
men. with bulging foreheads. eye
glasses and intellectual Van Dykes,
would read and marvel at the won
derful clarity of one woman's mind.
But. alas, about all | get out OF 1t
was that 1t was a stupendous under
taking. that l liked the trip and the
dinner in camp. the men who we're SO
nice to us. and that the trip through
the tunnel made me feel like | had
taken a menthol bath and about a
peck of quinine. When we were on
that little trolley car. In the icy
damp of that long, black never-end-
ing dungeon, I tried TO marshal my
thoughts together and get them in
line for a splendid article on the
High Line Canal question which
, would make Mr.. Reedy, Mr.. Merrill
and Mr.. Aupperle be proud they had
met me. but my mind kept hopping
off tho nj ole Of IIfUka- .
where / had placed Il, and getting
back into the old. warm familiar rut
concerned with diet, dishes and dust
and the many vexatious little prob
lens OF housewifery and mother
hood. I looked back to where Miss
Dodson sat, and saw a pale. soft
nimbus of light around her head and
knew she was doing some profound
thinking which would result in a
tremendous effort to be handed down
to science and that she was improv-
ing the opportunity for an interval
of quiet thought. However, the tun-
mel trip was not entirely wasted, as
j planned en- route a perfect duck of
dress for myself and one for Fran
ces. also three sash curtains for the
bath room out OF one of my frochs
left over from summer before last,
and had every hook and eye In place
by the time we came into the sun
light again. The trip going up to the
camp in the morning was delightful.
After we left the wonderful bios
SONS and passed through Cameo the
scenery was not so beautiful, but per-
haps more interesting. All along the
line there were tents, canvas houses
and dug outs and in every one of
these places were women and chill
dren. The women looked contented
and the children rosy and dirty. The
character of the inhabitants of these
make shift homes was plainly evident
in the surroundings, but nearly every
where the touch of a woman's hand
was to be seen. Almost every win
dow Haunted scrap of lace curtain
and a geranium in n tin can. In
some places the narrow margin of
ground around the tent was planted
with green things for salad and right
in Cameo we found tent home that
was a marvel. The earth was bank
ed up around the little canvas house
for the width of three or four feet,
and kept in place by border of
boards and in this garden flowers and
vines were planted. a border of
cobblestones outlined door yard as
clean as a floor. The wash boiler
and tubs at one side of the entrance
glistened in the sunlight. We had n
little bad luck on the way up with
punctured tire, and we also met some
bad road, but that didn't bother us
much, as we simply took down
fence and drove through mans
private dooryard with the utmost
nonchalance while the housewife
glared at us over her dishcloth and
the children stared In round-eyed de-
light. OF course we were late to
dinner as the men had all eaten and
left camp before we arrived, but Mr..
Reedy met us and treated us fine and
the chef smiled at us and soon put a
perfectly splendid meal before us. At
terwards we put our inquisitive noses
in the camp kitchen, which was spot
less, peeped into the store room mad
the bunk house and then after we
had filled our note books with a lot
of miscellaneous information about
building canals. we called on Mrs.
Reedy and that was the best part of
the trip. as we found Mrs. Reedy and
her home so charming and her pretty
children so delightful that we wanted
10 gtay right there. OF course, / am
lony | couldn't make good on the
subject 1 really went to conquer, but
had a good time and ! don't expect
TO make my living building canals
anyway. Besides haven't a mechap-
ionl head.
Tie Village Skewl entertainment
was given twice in Iona and last
Nci day night we went to Fruita and
piDyed to splendid house. The peo-
| pie we're so kind and friendly that
we uere all inspired to do our best
and gave the best performance of the
three After all expenses are paid