Evening star., 1927-10-02
AROUND THE CITY
BY MAMIE LANCASTER.

in time, some hardworking motorman
was going without his bacon-which
| might be all the better for him, If he
! only knew IT.
lnNE business woman is beginning
" the Fall grind with satisfying
sense of having Travelled around gen
erallv through the Summer, despite
tho reality that she had to stay nome
and entertain some dear visitors VINO
had come to see the sights-Mount
/ Vernon, Arlington and so on, WIN
| two up-lifts to the top OF the WASH
ington Monument and wrlggle up
to the dizziest landing inside the
Capitol dome.
The refreshing sense of gaddings
! galore. constructed of post cards, re-
inforced by an embarrassed imagina-
ton and some memories, began with
a pictured stream fringed on both
sides by trees, and beyond that
grassy climb to green hills with
! blue sky heaming down. 1t was sent
| by Il quartet of young relatives bound
for an Army post to which the eldest
| had been assigned:
| Motoring through the blue glass
country-be in Chattanooga this after.
| QOO1-N ISM YOU were dloIlS.
She was; for the card, in some beau
| tiful, inscrutable fashion, had quick
ened into living realism. and, as the
path, which she knew must be under
those trees. led the woman an idyllic
way through the region Of beautiful
women and fine horses" there came
to her in the Summer dusk voice
grooming out its Wistful refrain about
an "Old Kentucky Homeland be.
cause the song itself had it's dear
memories of other singers in other
places she followed the path with
sense of holiday going. until-another
post card came along.
Husband and l have been motor
ing through the Eastern States and
Canada-the best way to see the
beautiful country. Have completed
hree-thousand-mile Journey, during
which l have many times wished you
were with us"
The woman recalled the gray
church of Notre Dame, which brought
the message to her desk--she had
knelt there one blue and gold dawn
in Quebec-and if you have ever
made the same journey, there will
come back to you the eXaltation she
felt at her first revelation Of Niagara
Falls-of the Plains of Abraham-of
Montreal and Quebec, in those color
full days when Canada was shipping
her sons to help the Mother Country
fight her share of the war; the music
of many marching bands, the inter
mingling of Britain's flags with the
white and yellow of banners that
meant the Papal colors. And no mat
ter how official records may tab down
the population of old Quebec, set high
on the citadel that guards it's mighty
waters. the woman will always pin
her faith to the old driver who eX-
planned her inability to understand
the language Of passersby:
ITS this way, my lady. Two-thirds
of the people are French, and the
third that is English is Irish"
Canada also sent her greetings from
Banff; one from the wife of a col
league, and the other a young rela-
tive from Lake Louise. digging fossils
for his alma mater, Harvard. while
waiting to sail for oxford University
as a Cecil Rhodes scholarship student
from Montana. And at sight of the
smooth waters of Louise. the woman
was back again on its inscrutably
deep waters up in cloudland, and
again hearing her old pilot voice the
legend that one who leans close to
the water will see his image as God
sees it---and of her fearing to try.
Kind regards" from another col.
league, from Cumberland, Md,
brought back pleasant days of chest.
nut burrs and Autumn leaves gath
cred over that country as far up
as Pen-Mar-with special and heart
hurting. recollection of the fine dogs
tramping the roadsides, deserted by