Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1921-10-06

Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day,
Chicken Little wants 10 play,
Riding in the Ford all day"
The hour has arrived when we were
to start on our journey TO see the
Great Waterfall-but we expected 70
see, it at the other end OF the journey
not at this end of it. Alas! the sky
fairly hovers over the earth and
shakes it's wet veil in her face.
TO start or not to start-that is the
question.
Whether it is better to start il a
misty shower and drive to summer
day, or wait and start with the sun
shine, only to drive into the summer
rain-it is not ours to say. We leave
it to the driver. And Simon says
Thumbs Up SO we are on our way,
with the fried chicken all ready for
our. hungry mouths.
But wait-not huite so fT,t--old
Henry says 1t is a mean trick to play
on him to give him a hill and slick
mud before he is even out of the yard
He snOrts, he kicks. he backs-and
he sticks--and our starting is delayed
for another hour
At last, after much petting and
coaxing. and using a little pull with
him, we succeed in getting him out
of the dumps, and he calls out, Let's
Co" Hurrah! We are off and away
down the hill, with "Old Man Care"
sinking away in the distance. like a
whipped puppy not allowed to go
along
An hours riding through the misty
morning, and the SUN decided he
likes our company and condescends
to join US. Up hill and down hill, with
a curve to the right and across the
old covered wooden bridge, past the
merry little brOoklet and the neglect
ed stone quarry, we find ourselves in
Boston Mills.
We are too hungry to proceed
farther, with fried chicken so close
by. The ground is too wet to use for
a table-so we eat eur dinner right
in the car-and never did sumptuous
banquet taste better.
But we must not delay. The road
fairly calls us to follow it's lead. We
hit the pavement and difficulties van
ish. Closer and closer we draw to
Cleveland, the beautiful "City on the
Lake"
Now we are passing through the
market garden section-row on row
of cabbage, celery and pie plant -
with fields Of tomatoes, beets. carrots.
sweet corn, etc.-a marvelOusly beau
tiful valley under intense cultivation,
on one side of the road-and rows
of green houses on the other. In the
distance are the smoke stacks from
a hundred factories and foundries
The air gets closer and the breeze
dies away. We must watch the road
closely now, or we will collide with
the heavy trucks and the continuous
1y increasing line OF automobiles and
other vehicles.
Lokk to the right-look to the left
bridges, bridges, bridges. Some OF
them are low in the valley, close to
the banks of the Cuyahoga; others are
at a higher level, crossing and re-
crossing at various heights, to take
care of the traffic of large and busy
city.
Up the hill once more and we are
fairly in the heart OF the retail bust
ness section. Yonder is the Public
Square, with such pretty fountain at
play, and just ahead, spread in a
blue haze before us, are the waters OF
Lake Erie,
We pause a moment to consult our
guide book and to note the most i'm.
portant buildings. We had expected to
see "Sam Fox" with his hand extend
ed to greet us. But "Sam" must be
taking his summer vacation for he ie
nowhere to be seen.
We proceed on our way down Eu
clid Ave-, past the former homes o.
the city's wealthy, weather-stained ole
stone and brick buildings, now re
1egated to various industries and We
allowed to retain the appearance o.
dwelling houses. The big signs in tht
yards and over the doors are the oRl!
evidence that they are no longer uset
as private homes
Our guide book tells us to e
through Wade park-and we are glad
1t is so beautiful and yet kept in sucl
natural state. Through one wind
ing drive after another, we foIloy
down towards the Lake Shore Bcule
ward. We pass under four immens