The Republican journal., 1918-11-07
DEREC0RD Time
How Two College Youths "Took
In" Washington.
What Might Be Called a Personally
Conducted Tour, With "Thorouoh.
breds" Doing the CONDUCTING
Didn't Even See Potomac.

Two college youths who spent few
Gays some weeks ago in Washington
en- route to their homes in this civ
thought that as the weather was 81 do.
iehtful, and as they We're both expert
horsemen, they would enjoy a tour
OF the parks and the surrounding
country, of which they had heard so
much. They engaged what they SUD-
posed We're two thoroughbred riding
horses, and arrayed in swagger togs,
they started out for their observation
tour.
They noticed that both steeds had
furtive look in their eyes that seemed
to be at variance with what the livery.
man had said about them, and the
sight of the youths in their riding
clothes seemed to arouse suspicion, for
horsey No. 1 edged away as far as he
could from the aspiring young colegi-
an, who was going to make record
as a fine horSeman, while horsey No.
z looked so low in his mind that he
held his head way down as far as the
halter would let him and looked the
picture of shame.
The liveryman had declared that
these two selfsame animals had Off
ciated many times at the finest mounts
in Washington, but the war spirit
must have gotten into their veins, for
the instant their riders swung into
their saddles both steeds made a mad
dash up Pennsylvania avenue, and so
rapid was their gait that some people
thought war had been declared or a
second edition of Paul Reveres had
arisen to warn the surrounding
towns that the enemy was in sight.
The more their riders tried to calm
them down into anything like a re-
spectacle gait the more extra speed
did those wretched animals develop.
One of the riders, little in advance
of his companion, yelled: II don't
know where this horse is going, but
I'm with him. tell you that" at which
sign of cooperation horsey commenced
to go around in a circle and followed
that up by route that might be de-
scribed as south by southeast.
having troubles of his own; his noble
beast, apparently great lover of ma
ture, seemed bent on treading flow
cry pathway by heading for all the
hyacinth beds in the park.
"Onaway, Awake, Beloved" was
their battlecry. Over bridges and
along dusty highways streaked these
two modern John Gilpins, one of whom
had long since lost his cap and his
hair, but their fighting blood was up
and they hung on with more skill than
grace.
One found breath enough to yell:
"There's the Potomac river" to which
the other answered. "Fd like to. look
at it, but I'm too busy"
After covering miles of broad high
way and dashing through toll gates
without even so much as Excuse me-"
these unrighteous animals commenced
to show signs of settling down and
their riders managed to halt them in
front of rural tavern.
They dismounted, feeling as if they
had been run over by steam roller.
Horsey No. 1 seemed proud of his
work, but horsey No. 2 had evidently
been to congress and kept his own coun-
sell
What those two collegians said to
the liveryman when they got back
could not be repeated In these col
unns. All they know about the seem
cry around Washington they have
cleaned from an illustrated booklet
Buffalo Courier.