Cayton's weekly. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1916-1921, 1919-03-29
THE PASSING THRONG

does not know what the other half is do
ing, which is more or less true, but if
each side would but stir about and meet
each other at home and on the highways
both would know more about the other,
than to remain at home and wonder about
it. Having convinced myself that theory
as advanced above is absolutely correct,
L set out last Sunday morning to meet /,
few persons and hear from them how things
with them were. The sun shone bright
and the idle rich" were out by the thou
sands in their expensive limousines and l
really enjoyed to see them fly BY At Raj
nier Beach l called at the home of Mrs.
Hyram Moore. [ was a bit in doubt OF
being at the right place, but the number
on the door answered to the number on
my book and | was on the right street 50
L ventured in. Mrs. Moore owns an in
viting home in a more or less select COM
munity and it's surroundings show much
care and cultivation. Despite the fact she
has been a resident of Seattle some eight
years or more I had never before met her
and was agreeably surprised to find in he,
one of the most cultured ladies in the
Northwest Mrs. Moore has spent much
time with the brush and easel and she has
paintings that would make an expert con-
noiseur set up and take notice. After
dered why she did not have them all on
exhibition somewhere as an advertisement
Of what she could do and in connection
Herewith a school of art at which she
would be at the head. I was glad that
small matter of business called me to her
home as 1 saw things I had not the remot-
est idea were to be found in the home of a
colored family and that too the production
of the lady Of the house.
Once upon time a man owned farm
and he had worked very hard to fashion it
to his liking, but somehow or another he
never quite succeeded and so he decided to
sell it and buy one somewhere else in the
wide world more to his liking, and to that
end he called on a real estate agent and
placed it in his hands for SALE He de-
scribed the place to the agent, who jotted
down what he had to say about the farm
The next day the advertisement appeared
in the paper and after the farmer had read
and reread the advertisement he called on
the agent and said, els that my place you
have advertised' and having received an
affirmative answer the farmer replied, "well
that farm is not for sale as it's the very
kind of farm I was about to set out to
fnd," and so the deal was off. Last Sun
day I visited farm of colored man near
Kennydale and [ had been in his presence
but short time before he said, 81 want
to sell my place and get one that suits
me better' His place was a public
highway on which hundreds of automobiles
passed every day. The place has com
Portable home on it and vast variety Of
fruit trees and berry bushes and fine
spring of water. The land is in a high state
of cultivation and, to a city chap, it APP
peared to be an ideal country home, and
near enough to Seattle to go to and from
the city in a couple Of hours The owner
had money in his pocket and knew nothing
of the want for the necessities of life and
in spite of all these he wanted to sell be-
cause he believed there was something bet
ter somewhere When his place is adj
vertised he may conclude that that place,
after ALL is his ideal.
I often meet H. Harding in Seattle, who
works at the steel plant, on his way to and