The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1921-05-07
CazDomy All Right, But
Lord Smiles on Kansas
Ma and Pa Jnkns Return From Coast Flight and How
Good the Green Wheat Looked From the
Car Windows. ~
FORECAST.

nudgin' each other and indicatin' of
some ones queer clothes, or sneerin
at some one they don't like, or scowl-
in at others, an dom most everything
but worshippin' the Maker of all
things. But when you look at them
great cathedral shaped mountains
down in that gorge, and turrets and
spires. all painted with aSmaster
brush, pale mauve an rose, and gray
and green, never appearing the same
from one hour to the next, when the
mighty Colorado river lookin' like
ribbon at the very base, you can I
keep your thoughts off of God, and
the wonders He mas created.
Santa Fe and Indians.
They's no human habitation up at
the Canyon but the Santa Fe, excep-
tin the Indians, and they's- a modern
tavern run by Fred Harvey that's in
keepin' with the surroundings. Seems
like a big brick or stone city hotel
would just make you shudder if some
one had been fool enough to erect it.
But instead, they's a log hotel, with a
big, homelike living room and log
fire burning in a. primitive looking
fireplace, and easy chairs everywhere
They's deer heads and dried grasses
and colored berries and all sorts of
things which Suggest a lodge in the
wilderness, that just makes you sink
down an feel harmonious like.
But it amt surprising to find that
tavern up there. It's the same way
it is all along the way-everythfng in
keepin' with everything else A dear
young niece O mine writ back to me
after she'd gone out there on her we'd
ding trip, goin' along the desert that
in luxury as she was, she couldn't help
thinkin' OF the first people who had
crossed it, and that she thought it was
| wonderful the way the Santa Fe had
caught and made permanent the spirit
of it-all.
Mrs. Harvey-Cook.
| And speaking about this yere tavern,
| seems to me 1 never seen a better
! cook than what Mrs Harvey is. She
| eat an served just as if we was din
| ing at the Commodore. or any of
them big New York hotels.
| We met up with some mighty nice
people from Waterbury, Conn, where
they grow the watches, only one of
them was from Baltimore, and they
was a diplomat or somethin' from
/ Spain, who spoke every language
| known to man, unless it was Chinese,
tho he's lived there right smart some
| time. The reason I know he don't
| talk Chinese is that Pa Jimkins told
| the Chinese dog story and the diplo-
mat tried awful hard to follow theua
words but didn't seem to make sense
| out of them. He were a long, flowing,
silky beard that was Pa Jimkins's de-
/ I1Eht. ana i COuIQ tel the way lie
| studied that beard that he was a fig
urin' on how long it would take him
| to grow one like it.
| The chaperon of the Waterbury
| bunch they all called, Aunt Sallie"-
That don't mebbe sound stylish, but
she was one of the stylishest women
! ever seen only that cordial like that
YOU plumb forgot she was rich and
I thought she must be just as common
| as anyone. She had three of the at
have bobbed hair. nor they wasn't
rouged nor lip-sticked. and didn't one
Of sem powder her nose the whole en-
durin' time we was with EN-
| Eff it hadn't been for the strings
| tied onto my heart, what with the ut
t1est Jimkins boy at home and daugn-
ter and the biggest Jimkins boy AND
| the middle-s sized Jimkins boy in the
east. I'd a. sighed to leave all the flow
ers an ocean an mountains of Call
forny, the grandeur of the Canyon and
/ the everlastin' charm Of the desert
and come home.
But when we struck Kansas. we saw
that the Lord was indeed smiling on
| her. as one of my friends said last
/ winter when she come home from
| Oregon. The young wheat was green
/ ing. an cows was pasturing in pleas
! ant meaders. and the little farm
| houses dotting the landscape here and
/ there all spelt home. I turned to ia
Jimkins and I said, AFTER all, Pa
/ this yere is our state It's where We
/ belong, the good Lord be praised -
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