The Washington times., 1923-02-28

Charity and your veracious corr
party, doing the best they could
credit for speed when it comes I
strawberry for the season of 10.
Yep, we're in Florida all right,
with cottonseed oil, the eyer-pr,
This is something the Griffmen 4
their training season. The. Tamp
GriHs will be tonight in time for
cottonseed oil there, no. by i'm
coming South battles with cottor
OF the training season and escape
miss that reason for the gIeeful
another.
We have left the cloudy, threaten
ing weather behind US. Leaving
here at 10 O'clock on the Tampa
Limited. we are due to ride across
sunny Florida, for seven hours, stop.
ping now and then to peek at the
1eautiful little, towns hidden in
palms and surrounded with gardens.
Your correspondent, having been
over. the road fafofe a couple of
times, may be imagined sitting on
the rear platform of the observation
Your correspondent having some
small seeds of gelfishness in, his soul,
may be imagined sitting there. feet
on the rail. and pulling away at a
choice Havana made in Ohio, hoping
that Washingtonians are wallowing
~ chilly rain. If he can think. up
tnat scene, his own ease and com.
tort WIN naturally be the greater
And when he begins pounding on
ms little old mill, Why. he should
write a much more splendiferous de-
9criRtion of Florida, Clark Griffith,
Tampa bay. eats, and the haunts of
the grim. black alligator.
You've been promised color i'm
these stories. Well, here's the
nlrst: the bright yellow glow of the
sun against the fresh green of the
grass, and all beneath the un.
ilecked blue of the sky, that Flor.
ada sky welLknOwn in ballads.
There wasn't any color in ali In
that long ride down through yfr-
GINA yesterday. Veteran travellers
usually never look from the win
dow, except when the train stons.
and that's the story of yesterdays
nnonotonous ride from Washington.
Uncle Nick Altrock entertained
the folks by his grand opera snor-
ing concert. At times he waxed
most tragic. Some thought he was
choking to death, but DOME Bush
assured US that Uncle Nick would
never die Of choking, not after all
these years and with his experience.
Demon" Thompson, one of the
fresh war correspondence, claimed to
recognize one piece snored by Uncle
Nick. He said it was known as
TN the Halls of the Mountain
King, from Peer Gynt."
We doubted that assertion. It re-
eembled the Death March" from
Saul to Us, though we admit but
q smattering of musical knowledge
We prefer saxophoIie to an or
chestra any time, That's why we
think our dope right. Uncle Nick
sounded just like saxophone most
o. the time. He was good at it, too.
''Have Il your own way" finally
concluded Demon You always
win an argument, but Just the
same, II seems to me like Peer
Gynt. No matter what you think
about funeral marches and all that
we're still holdfag out for In the
Halls Of the Mountain King"
How can you argue with g. guy
Hike that?
Anyway. it was more like the
death March" from Saul than 1t
was like that "Peer Gynt' thing.
That's our story. and wen stick to
it, no matter what Demon" Thomp-
son says in his paper. You can take
his word or ours. but we know we're
speaking the truth, and, besides, we
went to the opera once. It was in
Manchester, n. H., and there were
seven in the company. with eight in
the grand augmented orchestra"
merung," and was written by some
blole named Wagner, probably the
old Pirate shortstop, though I never
found that out for sure. The point
is that here and there in Uncle
Nick's grand concert all yesterday
afternoon there were melodies
greatly resembling some Of those in
ELECTROMAGNETIC by Honus
Wagner, so how could he have been
providing peer Gynt?" We ask
you. -
A card game occupied some of the
folks during the morning, but once
past Richmond they seemed TO be.
come monotonous, like the scenery
drifting past the windows. They
disappeared during. the afternoon,
most Of the party being content to
enjoy Uncle Nick's grand opera Sc
lections.
Looking in the time table we
note that we have Ocme 795 miles,
measured from the lunchrOOm at
the Union Station to the lunch
room here, where we had those
luscious, red. ripe Florida straw
berries. We have 238 miles yet
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