Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-03-30

~ GW 4Ohh, Marcn Z5.-After you
~ have visited Grants Tomb; inspected
the tombstones of Trinity church
yard; bought several expensive articles you
didn't want, and never will want in Green
witch Village; dined at Fraunces' Tavern,
and gazed dizzily at the island of Manhattan
from the supreme heights of the Woolworth
building, you must negotiate Sailors Snug
Harbor.
You may not wish to, but your friends,
who, being New Workers, have never seen
it themselves, insist upon it. No New York
sightseeing debauch is complete without it.,
they assert, and so glowing are their &C.
counts Of its remarkability that your curios-
1ty is fully aroused and prepared for
anything by the time you embark for Staten
Island at the South Ferry.
Riding on a New York ferry, especially
at this season of the year, is always an ex-
perience in itself. The day which the re-
porter chose was warm and sunny, so that
there was mad rush for camp stools on
the forecastle Cf a ferry may be said to
possess forecastle, and everyone settled
down for nice, sunny view of the harbor
which is ever-inspiring. Two Italian moth
ers spread a lunch on a couple of camp
stools, coveted by other passengers, and
gathered their numerous offspring about
them, prepared to have a pleasant picnic
while fat, florid gentleman motioned to the
inevitable boot-black to come and shine his
W1ue' snapeless SHOES for him, as he leaned
langu1dly back against the side rail-
No sooner had the ferry started and turn
ed in her course, however, than most of the
passengers rose to their feet, a look of
amazed discontinue on their face and de-
parted, sh1verlng and indignant, to the warm
interior of the cabin. Thought it'd be too
cool for ye,' muttered the bootblack at the
back OF his retiring customer, as he stopped
to rescue remnant of the Italian lunch
which had been swept from its moorings by
an icy blast. BY this time the Italian pic
mic had moved to sheltered nook on the
other side of the boat, and was showerig
cordial greetings on the Statue of Liberty,
now plainly in view
"See the Lady?' cooed one of the tall. \
mothers to the small infant in her lap
That's the Statchu of Liberty Wave your
hanny to the Lady, like good boy
In view of the widely heralded sight-see-
ing charm of Sailors Snug Harbor, the re-
porter expected to have most of the passen-
gers Of the ferry with him on his trip, since
there was a wide scattering of cameras
among them, but upon alighting from the
street car, which carried him from the ferry
to his destination, he was the sole applicant
for admission to its gates. This is obtained
from an old tar with a battered nose, who
sits on the small house attached to the front
gate and sees that each visitor writes his
name in the Harbor's register.
go right up the walk to the Central
Hail." directed this ancient seaman affably,
land guide will take you through"
A whole guide for one lone visitor seem
ed an extravaganza, but economy is not a
necessity in this home for aged sailors It
mas plenty OF money. The visitor had been
promised beforehand that he would find the
inmates receiving their food from silver
platters, and even the hogs provided with