Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-01-22
Etrrsttt1g Gl1at

If one does not mind the sweep
of the winter winds over the snow
of the fields and the hills. sunset
from the summit of Reservoir Parks
highest knoll is worth while. The
idea of late afternoon observation .
or the country round about from a
point S27 feet above the Susque-
hanna river may not carry much
appeal beside radiator or the base
burner, but it is something to talk
about. 1t is not hard to get to the
top or Oak Knob. There have
been a good many automobiles run
up that way lately and the young
sters have pre-empted the slopes
of the park for coasting. The SHOWS
cover fields and hills, ravines and
mountains as far as can be seen and
the Susquehanna is q broad white
ribbon curving about Harrisburg. 1t
Is winter landscape on every other
side; snow white fields, marked by
fences, trees and buildings; PEN
brook nesting under the Reservoir
ridge; Paxtang clustering about the
historic church some distance over
on the other side; then over the
mis- to the smoking stacks at Steel
TON You can see miles farther in
the clear winter air than possible
in spring or summer and you can
trace the Reading railroad clean.
through Rutherford yard on to Hum
melstown and Hershey, while the
trolley goes out through Pembroke
toward Ltnglestown. The sweep of
the fields is right up the base or
the First mountain, fields and farms
white and glistening, reaching to the
Gap, through which glimpses of
snow-covered Perry county noun
ta1ns are to be had. Cumberland
county seems a stretch of fields after
the line of the railroad and the
houses of Enola are passed and the
half-circle made by the county line
mountain, Iron Stone ridge and the
south mountain ends in the York
hlils. towering even higher than Oak
Knob. Harrisburg, dark, smoky
and suggestive of activity, slopes
from the edge of the park to the
river. Snow fills streets and covers
roofs, but is dirty and unsightly
compared to the pure mantle of the
ilelds. The suns disappearance be-
hlnd the mountain is followed by
red skies, then pink, greenish-blue,
then night with the bridges over the
Susquehanna becoming outlined IN
twlnklng lights and arc lamps ap-
pearing like jewels on city streets.
high over railroad yards near Luck
now and about Enola, over at Ruth
erford and picking out the line of
the Cumberland Valley railroad as
tar as Shiremanstown. The golden
shower of sparks from the Besse-
mer converters at Steelton makes
you think of profits in the steel bus
mess, but the dull red flames from
the plast furnaces bring you back
| to the sinister remem brance of war
time. Lights Qlaa
hundreds of homes at your feet tell
OF nightly family gatherings and you
snip down the hill and hustle for
your car because you're late for SUD-
per and even the silvery light of the
rising moon on snowy landscape
can not hold you longer.
The citys parkways, especially the
| two that stretch from I.ochieI to
PaXtang and then from Paxtanr to
| Reservoir Park show winter i'm all
lts beauty Just now. Last fall read
ers OF this column wandered in the
paths of the Cameron Parkway in n
series OF chats and strolIed up
through the ravine above the old ice
dam toward the Reservoir, watching
the frogs and squirrels and noting
the changing color of the trees.
Now the roads and paths are almost
ShOW SAC0pL Tor some
tracks of a rabbit or the marks
where birds have been gathering
around. Spring creek is ice COW
cred here and there an open spot
telling of spring water with bushes
| and low-hanging branches of trees
covered with frost. Snow on every
side and not living thing in sight.
The crunch of your shoes carries
| many feet and you see winter the
way 1t is painted. And it is all with
in half an hour of your home. You
can get into the depths of winter
by five minutes walk from a trolley
car and all on your city's own prom
erty. And If you have time YOU can
| plunge into the depths of wildwood
| ana feast on the charm of the un-
! disturbed woodland while storing nm
mighty appetite for the evening
meal.
I'VE are having hard enougb
| times" said one Of a group of tray-
ellng men who had gathered in the
post office yesterday morning to mail
letters telling their firms WHY they.
were not doing business, but there's
one consolation. The man who used
to love to tell of the 'turrible times
in Civil War days and in the panic
of '73 is Knocked out of the hoy
We can all volunteer for his place;
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