The Washington times., 1920-05-04
Presidents and Pies
~ Interesting Account of Washington Peo-
pie of Yesterday and Today BY the Wife
/ of the WelI-KnoI0n Dipiomatist
BY Mrs. Larz Anderson.
By Mrs. Larz Anderson.

exotic creatures of the deep. mag
nincent electric-blue angelnsh were
swimming about with fan-shaped or
needle-nosed ones. some speckled,
or striped like conyicts OF the
under-sea. others silyey and op-
aiescent Clinging 10 the rocks
were rainbow-colored sea anemones
ana great blue long fingered star
nsh- The pool was as eolorful with
its crystal-clear water as tropic
garden. Our last night ashore was
spent dining with friends at a hotel
and dancing Afterwards with dash
ing officers in gay red coats.
IL was high time we left Ber-
muda. for our sailors got into a
fight with some men from the Quail
and licked them. One Britisher
was so badly hurt that IL was feared
our crew might be taken into Gus
tody because OF the trouble, but the
captain OF the Quail very kindly
fired matters up with the magis-
trate. and the night Virginia sailed
the British sea dogs rowed over and
sang sailor chantcys to us. Just TO
show there was no ili-feeling. IL
was .joIly nice- Of than. and we
gave than some grog and cheored.
and sppAsudsd their dnyfng. while
they rowed OF. sin carolinS. the
old sea song DYING sway across the
water:
80 carly In the morning, the sailor
likes his bottle -
A bottle OF rum and a bottle of gin
and bottle of old Jamaica, Ho--
Perhaps II would be best TO say
nothing about the next day or two.
The yacht encountered such a stiff
gale that even the captain was sick,
not to mention ourselves. and the
Virginia was obliged to slow down,
so we were late in reaching our
next destination-Porto Rico.
Picturesque San Juan harbor was
guarded by, an old morro-the very
one our men had bombarded not
long before. and we covered the
same course taken by our fleet when
IL ran in at daybreak to silence the
forts. There was little trace of
fighting to be seen, though, In that
tiny. compact city, with It's scant
half-miie of old gray forts, of an
Client gates hidden beneath stream
ers of giantleaved vines. of stucco
houses, yellow, pink, or green--all
lying there against their back,
ground OF hills that merged into
fainter. bluer mountains. and then
into still farther and fainter heights
beyond.
"Fountain Of YOUTH
Here in this town, with its quaint
shops and peaceful plaza, where
dusky women lean over balconies,
Ponce de Leon once sought his IA
bled fountain of youth. Sir Francis
Drake fought the Spanish colonists,
long years ago, and sacked the city
so thoroughly that Francisco Ell
Dragon" is a tradition to this day.
Escorted by an army officer. l.
and I drove in a dougherty drawn
by four mules to see the barracks
where our soldiers were stationed.
and the MORO. The latter was old
and moss grown. full of queer laby-
rinthine corridors and gloomy
rooms, hewn from the living rock,
with here and there a scar to show
where our marines had landed a
shell. A century before II had
been deemed impregnable, but
Americans had silenced it's batter
les in a single forenoon. The
Spanish cannon were still there.
though. and looked threatening and
modern enough to command re-
spcct. After dinner at the bar
racks, where they gave us our first
taste of royal palm salad-very de-
licious and much like celery-we
took electric cars to ell parque. sew
eral miles away. Here a native
band was playing in an open pa
vilion: one of the musicians pro-
duced a scratching accompaniment
on a curious little instrument he
called a witcherol
(To BE Continued Tomorrew.)
Copyright, Houghton, Miffiin Coz