The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1914-07-30

ITiA0I Is east ana west is San
francisco, according to Cali
fOrnians. Californians are a
~ race of people, they are not
merely inhabitants of state. They
are the southerners of the west. Now,
Chicagoans are no less loyal to their
city, but when you ask them why,
they stammer and speak of lake fish
and the new Odd Fellows building.
But Califorinans go into detail.
OF course they have in the climate
an argument that is good for half an
hour while you are thinking of your
coal bills and heavy underwear. But
as soon as they come to mistake your
silence for conviction, madness comes
upon them and they picture the city
of the Golden Gate as the Bagdad OF
the new world. So far, as matter of
opinion, no refutation is necessary.
But. dear cousins all from Adam and
Eve descended), it is a rash one who
will lay his finger on the map and
say. In this town there can be no
romance-what could happen here?''
Yes, it is a bold and rash deed to
challenge in one sentence history, TO-
nance and the atlas.
Nashville.-A city, port of delivery and
the capital Of the state Of Tennessee is
on the Cumberland river and on the N. c.
and st. l.. and the l.. and N. railroads
This city is regarded as the most impor-
tant educational center in the south.
I stepped off the train at y. m.
Having searched the thesaurus in vain
for adjectives, I must, as a substitu-
ton, HE me to comparison in the form
of a recipe:
Take of London fog, thirty parts
malaria, ten parts; gas leaks. twenty
parts: dewdrops gathered in brick
yard at sunrise. twenty-five parts; odor
of honeysuckle, fifteen parts. Mix
The mixture will give you an ap-
proXimate conception Of a Nashville
drizzle. 1t is not so fragrant as a
mothball nor as thick as pea soup. but
it's enough-'tWill serve.
I went to a hotel in a tumbril It
required strong self suppression for
me to keep from climbing to the top
of it and giving an imitation of Sidney
Carton. The vehicle was drawn by
beasts Of bygone era and driven by
something dark and emancipated.
The hotel was one Of the kind de-
scribed as renovated" That means
$4,000 worth Of new marble pillars,
thing. electric lights and brass cuspi-
doris in the lobby and a new L. and ~
timetable and Autograph of Lookout
mountain in each one of the great
rooms above. The management was
without reproach. the attention full of
exquisite southern courtesy. the serv-
ice as slow as the progress Of snail
and as good humored as Rip Van Win
kle. The food was worth travelling a
thousand miles for. There is no other
hotel in the world where you can get
such chicken livers en- brochette.
At dinner l asked negro waiter if
there was anything doing in town. He
pondered gravely for a minute and
then replied. "Well. boss, don't really
reckon there's anything at all dom
after sundown.''
Shutdown had been accomplished. It
had been drowned in the drizzle long
before. So that spectacle was denied
me. But went forth upon the streets
in the drizzle to see what might be
there
1t is built on undulating grounds. and
the streets are lighted by electricity at a
cost Of $S2'470 per annum
walked through long streets. all
leading uphill. 1 wondered how those
streets ever came down again. Per-
haps they didn't until they were grad
ed On few of the main Streets l
saw lights in stores here and there:
saw street cars go by conveying wor-
thy burghers hither and yon; saw peo-
pie pass engaged in the art of CONVEX
sation and heard burst Of semilively
laughter issuing from a soda water
and ice cream parlor. There was in
deed little doing" I wished had
come before shutdown. So l returned
to my hotel.
In November, 1864. the Confederate Gen.
eral Hood advanced against Nashville.
where he shut up a national force under
General Thomas. The latter then sailed
forth and defeated the Confederates in a
terrible conflict.
All my life I had heard of, admired
and witnessed the fine craftsmanship
of the south in it's peaceful conflicts in
the tobacco chewing regions. But in
my hotel surprise awaited me. There
were twelve bright. new. imposing, ca
pacious brass cuspidors in the great
lobby. tall enough to be called urns and
so wide mouthed that the crack pitcher
of a lady baseball team should have
been able to throw ball into one of
them at five PAGES distant. But, al
though terrible battle had ragged and
was still raging. the enemy had not