The Robesonian., 1918-08-12
THE PASSING SHOW
Kaleidoscope Views of Interest.
ing Life From a Window.
Correspondence of The Robesonian.

Correspondence of The Robesonian.
Waynesville, Aug. 8.-Dear friends
When | was girl knew a book call
I'd Mrs. Solomon Smith Looking On"
and that is what l am most of the
time now
My little front window with light
green shade and white scrim drape-
rles overlooks the main street Just
below the court house. Next below
me is "The Bon Air." our comfortable
hotel, just one residence and then "The !,
Gordon the only really fashionable |
hotel in this part of town, and l sit
in my comfortable little rocker and
knit and crochet or do other fancy
work or read papers and books and
watch the crowd go by.
When was a child ore of the most
facinating things ] ever saw was a
kaleidoscope, and 1 would sit for
hours turning it in my hands and
watching the formations the bits of
glass make, so now my little window
is my kaleidoscope and I see inter-
estlng life through it now at the
height of Waynesville summef sea-
son.
For back ground, Eagles Nest and
Plotts Balsam stand up higher than
any other peaks of the Balsam range.
They are west and the rising sun
turns them to gold. Across their
faces float cloud mist soft and white
like downy feathers. Far away peaks
are blue as the acean wave We can
cross Main street and look down into
a little valley, with smoke rising from
every house where women are feeding
their men and children as they have
since the world began.
The first to pass is the old colored
street man putting out the lights, then
he and his comrade begin to sweep the
street, every colored person going by
stopping for chat. Soon those in
dependent ones taking their before
breakfast walk, come sauntering by
so glad it's over with for one more
day.
Wagons piled high with apples, veg
etables, chickens and everything that
will sell to housekeepers or tourists
are usually next. s.,
The old man with arms piled high
with balsam pillows and peeled bal.
sam sticks goes staggering along and
i think of his girls at home patiently
gathering those stecky balsam tips tc
, make. some money Of their own. Next
comes a boy with a bunch OF saddled
horses and soon I see crowd of girls
most of them in blue bloomers and
white middys or stiff regular riding
togs, breeches and coat, leggins and
cap, galloping by. Some Of them
looking almost as awkward as would
but sticking on like grim death, or
the way to the lake or Old Bald OF
| other many beautiful rides.
An unusual .clatter Of hoofs on the
brick paved street makes me look uE
! and here comes "Camp Bailey, men.
toned before, twenty couples, boys II
khaki with bandana neck wear, girls
! in bloomers and middys. Such gooC
time their faces show. They walked
up one day, nearly ten miles, but tht
train was good enough to go home on.
Here comes the parade aux DANES.
Hair marcelled, faces enameled, drap
ed in the latest of morning clothes
/ swapping experiences OF last night:
dance or Yesterdays bridge whist, sc
| busy trying to kill time, poor things
The chauffeur actually heard two o.
them envying me the other day be
cause I could sit so quietly in my little
window.
Pretty girls come swarming by
everybody on the way to the post OF
flee and any where to pass away thu
time until they can eat again.
Automobile parties come flying b!
! sometimes, twenty-five or more in an
hour. I have quit looking up for then
! every time for fear l wont get m!
work done. Many of the roads ar
| fine and the picnic places convenient
with cold spring water and usual!
a farm house where fresh buttermill
can be bought, 80 this is favorit
! pastime, especially with the children.
I Nursemaids and darling bable
! make the next turn of the kaleido
i scope. Some of the little girls dress
ed to look like dolls, too, dressed "
| to be comfortable, next in senslbl
/. blue rompers, allowed to make mus
pies as all children should.
Bright warm noon and my soclet!
picture fades away, but it is court O.
first Monday and the square furnlshe
another. Here come two old conted
crates decorated in our sacred bronZ
cross, tottering towards each other a
they swap plugs Of tobacco, each lean
ing on his serviceable cane.
Allows crops down Jonathan way?
"Purty fair. When did you leav
j Catahoochie
why this morning I KEN in on
of them ottermobils,"
-. "Say them things gifts over tn
ground"
"My grandson he's drafted an we'r
I down to see him off"
There, the war has appeared alread,
and I wish I could hear the next a
they compare this war with our wal
All at once glimpse everybody get
ting out of the way and see come two
Il three, four horsemen, several ragge
J, pointed nose colliers, all working t
get a herd of fifty cattle through a.