The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1917-09-08

ing and everybody began waving
their hats or handkerchiefs, so we
went too, and there was French
war ship steaming up the harbor
safely in from Somewhere. All
the sailors were out on deck, way
ing their round white caps, and
from the way they were grinning,
one would think they were as glad
to see us as we were to see them,
Going over to New York from the
ferry, gives you the full view OF The
sky scrapers, that vivid blocky out
line Of the city, that is just as you
picture it, except that all the high
est buildings are down at the low
er end of town, so that it seems a
little top heavy on one side. Also
from the ferry you can see the
Statue of Liberty if it is clear, and
probably you would be as surpris-
ed as we were to find that instead
of Liberty being white, she was
bronze and now has turned bright
green in the salt sea air.
Landing at Barclay street which
is in the Wholesale district, the
rough cobble stone streets seemed
so narrow, and the monsterous
buildings so very, very TALL that we
felt as though we were in the bot
tom of well. Under the low heavy
beams of the roaring elevated rail-
road, the air seemed damp brown
twilight, even in the middle of the
day, while the ragged little children
playing with weather worn, soap
box wagon seemed as dull brown as
the buildings. and even the great
powerful horses Juggling and strain
ing under the great truck loads of
canvas covered merchandise fitted
into the general drab colored scene.
One of the strangest things to us
was that in all the hundreds and
hundreds of wagons that kept pass
ing, horses seemed to be used al
most entirely for the heavy haul
ing, and we only saw the huge mo-
tor trucks now and then.
Up town we saw the Boy Scouts
playing one of the street pianos and
singing, helping the recruiting Of
ficers and also selling a new patri-
otto song for the benefit. Even out
in the suburbs there was so much
recruiting on the streets, and in al
most every church yard you would
see the little brown tents for the
headquarters of another officer.
While we were there, the city
was decorated to honor the Italian
embassy, and everywhere, on tele-
phone poles and across the streets,
in windows decking the buildings,
were the red, white and green flags.
We noticed them especially as we
went on the elevated through the
foreign district, for there at almost
every window was the Italian flag
whether there was an American
one or not.
1t is so interesting to be riding
along opposite the fourth or fifth
story windows and see all the little
children playing on the fire escapes
or having a pillow on the window
sill so that they can be comfortable
as they lean half out, watching
what passes along the street so far
below for hour after hour.
But one of the most interesting
places l was in was st. Paul's
church. Although it is just off of
Broadway where there is constant
ly SO much noise and turmoil, the
minute you step inside those old
brown doors which are always
open, the roar of all the world out.
side seems miles away In here is
the old square pew with George
Washington's name on the door,
and the coat of arms just above;
and anyone who wishes, may sit in
the very place where he used to SO
many years ago. Many people only
think of New York as being big and
new and busy, but it is old and his
torical as well, and right in the
very heart of the busiest section.
you find this beautiful quiet old
church, with the quaint old grave
yard around it, and within the slen-
der iron fence that surrounds its
square, is peace.