Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-03-10
AROUND THE CITY
BY MAMIE LANCASTER.

stead Of glorying out into the rain along
with the crowds and the bands and pro-
ceSsions and Soppy hurrahS, spent Mr..
Hoover'S big day rummaging around
her three rooms and bath in pretty
much the same spirit that she used to
have to play in the garnet on rainy days
way, way back when she was child
on a farm between the pines and the
bay. You never get over habit ike
that. And in her rummagings she
came across some jottings OF home
trip from her Summer vacation which
maybe, you will accept as substitute
for regular town typeS-seeing that va
riety is the spice of life, especially
when your dear feet are still too wabbly
weak to hunt around for ideas,
From Seattle to Washington on a
Pullman shooting star: Passengers who
catch my interest.-An oldish, weather.
beaten man with gorgeous fat VIE
and two daughters, who look like fairy
fiappers and talk like boys. A quiet
man in gray suggests live engraving.
Small woman who has had two en-
counters with the porter and one with
the grimly amiable conductor. Wonder
If she carries a chip? Job lot OF tour
lists. including two goody-goody women
in specs, and, last and least. this human
worm. Have the mournful distinction
of being the ugliest woman in the
crowd. Take 1t philosophically. Am al
ways the uglieSt woman in crowd Am
doubtless the cleanest. Oh! You not
water mountaini How / wish I could
bring you and the old Nevada desert
along with me and big Nels and Gold
field Katei
Primeval forests of Washington State.
ri
sap-smelling cabins that seem to be
filled with oil stoves and homeslcK
women. The men chop trees all day
and burn stumps at night; but 1t IS so
stupendous, so silent-this being Sum
day--a world Of green loneliness SO TAR
from the world with people In 1t tnat
the women, in blue calico frocks, seem
to be homesick for lost girlhood.
Adopted by weather-beaten mans
party. They are ma and pa and the
girls. Pa has grubbed his millions out
of mines and shows for the hard work
it cost him. poor dear. Ma Is taking the
girls to Europe for duke or two, so
the elder girl says. She can afford to
ridicule the other, being engaged 10
young doctor in Tonopah. Duke Tor
one! Cascade Mountain. at Banff,
where we stay overnight. Indian guide.
fAIu h1Idlu VI ClSdl otOAC AAAA"t'Ss ~esV
keep it to myself. Hotel proprietor says
guide used to be on the warpath and
owned 20 scalps of white men and
women until tourists bought them for
souvenirs. For some reason he always
spared brown haired people. Will ask
him why, tomorrow, If have the nerve.
Didn't ask him. Lacked nerve. Pa
found out Indians sick baby was cured
by missionary priest who had brown
hair. Glad my hair is brown.
Pa knows splendid things about noun
tains and deserts. You don't mind the
stopped shoulders and you want to kiss
his poor mutilated hand mashed by
boulder. You just hear the wise things
and see the wonderful look in his one
eye-think 1t must be glimpse into
his soul.
Don't like this lithia at Banff. Tastes
like water that had died and gone to
the bad place-almost as dreadful as
the foam that cascades 1000 feet down
Mount Shasta to your dipper. And
that's the limit
Did the observatory on top Of Sui