The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1921-04-14
(By Herbert j. Dranp NJ O.

All food at Panama is good and
I wholesome, except the butter. Prob
ably from the climatic conditions. we
round no butter in the Zone which
would reach the standard demanded
in the United States ! recall that in
/ my boyhoOd | read Il beautiful poem
probably written by some Fritz Ian.
! ham-the present Fritz being merely
re-incarnation. It's beautiful seen.
timent" still abides:
"Pensive and sad, she MIXED her
goat,
| And she was heard to mutter.
You brute, wish you'd turn to
milk
But the goat he turned to but-her."
' The Zone butter is from that milk.
j g-and smells like it-goaty.
Pantains for Meat
! The natives use plantainS instead
Of meat, and this fruit makes not only
4 very pleasant substitute, but is a
most delightful and healthful food.
Fruit vendors. with little iron wheeled
carts, are everywhere in evidence.
with fruits in great variety These
carts. among other things, have fresh
c0cOanuts in the original bark. II is
interesting to see the native men,
women and children, stop a fruit ven
dor in the street, speak few words
to him in the native tongue, where
upon he will take Il cOcOanut in one
hand, machete in the other; with
one swing of the huge knife. the nut
Is severed in twain. the milk. not a
drop OF which has been spilled, is
gTeedily drunk direct from the shell
by the customer who smacks his
lips, hands the vendor very small
coin, and is on his way. In a few min.
utes another customer is eating what
remains of the same nut, little caring
that a strange mouth has lust left
1t. Advanced hygiene. as we under
stand it, is not practiced in the streets
of Panama
We We're there on Palm Sunday.
and having failed to purchase lottery
tickets. started out to find something
or interest to pass away the time
We told the Nassau negro chauffer to
take us to the Cathedral and he very
promptly delivered us to the Roman
Catholic Cathedral, where High Mass
was being celebrated The old build
ing is so large that the multitude of
worshippers did not nearly fill it and
instead of saying our p rayers, as we
should have done, we were so inter
ested that we looked at those who
said their prayers and counted their
beads. The congregation was a mixed
one, including Prince and Peasant,
extreme poverty and extreme afflu-
ence; all colors and races of those
who worship God in this faith. Bare
foot, ragged, linen and fine raiment,
women, men, negroes, Indians, SOL
diers sailors bankers merchants, beg
gars-all on the same level in the
presence of their Maker. Little tots
too young to be away from their dot
ing mammss, were looking on. lean
ing over the altar rail, in wonder
ment, but probably understanding the
service better than we, of older
growth, bringing to mind the scrip
tural promise that the lion and the
lamb shall lie down together and n
little child shall lead them" Nearly
every worshipper held aloft Il palm
leaf, taller than himself and the eff
feet was most beautiful. 1t was prob.
ably Gust such crowd which fol
lowed the Son of God into the city
near two thousand years agone QUEEN
Sabe?
Hunting the Episcopal Church
Not understanding either priest. pre-
late, or service, we soon took cur de-
parture, summoned a Jamaica (Eng-
lish) negro, and asked to be taken to
an Episcopal" church. He said Vas,
sah,' and promptly drove rs % Il
Methodist Episcopal church. We said,
No, no-Episcopal" Again "Yas,
sab, and away we were driven to an
Episcopal church, but this time it
was ALL negroes and again we ex-
planned. A bright idea came to him
and he suggested that perhaps we
meant the English church" We
supposed" we did and, 10, in a mo.
ment we heard the old familiar hymns
and chants and lessons, in a little
church upon mountain side, over
looking the Pacific; and there, at
least. we could worship God accord
ing TO the dictates of our own con-
science, with none to modest or make
afraid" 1t was beautiful little church
ana crowded with fine people-but
somehow, somehow, our minds would
wander from the service; we would
lose the lines. as though trying to
read in the sunlight, shining through
the rain. The little church, "All
Saints" at Lakeland, sitting also on
the brow of a hill; also under the
trees and overlooking pacific" wa
tiers, kept obtruding itself upon our
view. Not strange, as the golden
threads of our lives seem to be WOW
en- into it's cloth of gold, there where
the sun shines through tie trees.
Driving through the streets of Pan.
apa on this Palm Sunday, we pushed
through the great multitudes of "lewd
fellows-Turks, infidels, Jews" Chi.
nese, Japanese, Hindoos, and every
other race under the sun, it would
seem, who never heard of Christ:
some never knew of his entry into
Jerusalem upon the foal of an ass,
while the multitude followed with
palms, singing "Hosannah." some mad
never heard of the divine scene which
followed, and little cared The same
observations may be written OF peo-
Dl0 IN our own land-9o whv nrifioioa