The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1939-08-14

Pennsylvania brethren. II was like
entering a foreign country when
We walked into the center Of that
big square OF buildings.
Ask for Water
The village square was bounded
on three sides by these long COM
munal apartment buildings. while
the fourth side was closed off by
the building housing the water
supply and laundry. Women OF
all ages sat about in front OF the
buildings dressed in polka dot bon
nets. fine needle-worked bodiccs.
and full black skirts that reached
almost TO the ground. All were
knitting and we were the recipient
Of many covert glsnces as we
entered.
The first people we met were
two girls playing on doorstep.
They must have been IS or is
years Of age, but the minute we
spoke to them, they dropped their
doll bottles and scuttled into the
house. At first we thought they
had gone in to get us some water,
but when they had not reappeared
in ten minutes, we went on to a
group OF women who gave Louise
series of disapproving glances.
Evidently Stacks were out Of order
in that town.
Asking for water, they didn't
answer for a minute, then one
spoke in German to another and
the latter pointed TO the house at
the end of the village.
Take q Bath
We would have liked to spend
some time at that little village, but
at the moment Yankton was more
important. During the IS minutes
we were there all we could find
out was that 1t was a religious
sect that lived a communistic ex-
istence, whether by choice or ne
cessity we don't know.
We do know, however, that they
are not friendly to anyone carry
ing camera, and pictures seem
to be almost impossible to obtain.
Some day, If we're ever through
this part of the country again,
we'll stop there and really learn
something about them.
BY steady padding we came in
sight of Yankton much earlier
than we expected, but there was
still work for us to do. Both of
us were dirty from the blowing
dust and perspiration and Bob had
again managed to grow quite a
beard. You men with fast growing
whiskers can sympathize with me;
you know what a hundred degrees
OF heat will do to them.
A few miles above Yankton we
pulled into a sand bar in the very
center OF the river and, after
scanning the shoreline in all d.
rections, we stripped down right
there and had ourselves a real
bath.
Shaving Difficult
One takes bath in the Missouri
much differently than anywhere
else. After thorough cleansing
with water, you just stand around
and dry off. Don't use towel, for
that will merely grind the fine
sand into your skin.
After you are thoroughly dry.
just run a dry towel lightly over
your body and all the dry sand
falls right off and there you are,
still not clean, but feeling much
refreshed.
While Louise held tiny mirror
at various angles, Bob harvested
his crop Of whiskers with a good
deal OF difficulty. That sandy water
from the river raised particular
hob with a perfectly good razor
blade and most OF those whiskers
were just pulled out.
Downing our city clothes. as we
called them. we again showed off
for the final three or four mile
run. Those baths had taken a
little longer than expected. and the
sun had set.
They Miss Launch
We had no idea where the land
ing was at the town, and when a
motorbost came up the river We
tried TO hail II for objections. but
he couldn't hear US. 1t turned out
later that the boat had come up
the river looking for US. but II had
taken the inside channel while We
were on the outside, and 80 had
missed US.
BY the time We pulled in close
TO the bridge II was deep tvri-
light and the only thing we could
see along the shore was = sand
bar night In our path, and the
lights OF q barge just below the
bridge. II a barge could tie up