The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-01-17
PART 2.

PART 2
 (Copyright, 1041, John Barr) quoting from One of My Old Diarics
 "It would be hard to crowd more travel, adventure and swiftly shifting scenes, into eigh- teen hours = than I have experi- enced today = for I breakfasted this morning before sunrise in the Hotel Normandy, Paris, France dined at one o'clock, noon, in the Grand Hotel, Brussels, Belgium and now, near midnight, am sit- ling in my cosy hotel-room, in Cologne, Germany, where I look from my window down the River Rhine shining in the moonlight"
 And now, after more than half 8 century, I distinctly recall that fine September day, when I saw the fair lands and contacted the friendly, smiling people of three great European nations. And it is pleasant to remember that throughout that eventful day and those that followed not discord- ant or unpleasant thing occurred to mar my complete enjoyment of the trip.
 I remember very well the break fast scene the next morning after my late arrival in Cologne. It was Sunday, and a beautiful early IT hn nc head-waiter, who spoke English fluently, to seat me at table overlooking the river for the hotel stood on the bank of the Rhine so close to the shore that I could look down upon the boat, at her wharf, that I was to take the following day for the famous twelve-hour trip from Cologne to Mainz.
 recall that when I came down to breakfast in my Cologne hotel that time Sunday morning, so long ago, I carried with me two books that were my constant com- panions. One was Baedecker's Travellers Guide, and the other was Mark Twain's Tramp Abroad, which had lately followed his In- nocents Abroad.
 It was so early that few other guests were around, and as both the head-waiter and by table waiter had relatives living in America, we got on chummy terms. from the beginning.
 When I told them that was only to be in Cologne over Sunday, and wanted to see as much of that city as I could, and showed them my long trip of tourists tickets with coupons for visits at MainZ, Frankford, Am Main, Heidelburg, and Baden Baden, before going to Switzerland = my new friends entered heartily into my plans. They said that, of course, the concierge" was the hotel official who knew everything, and would arrange my days programme. So the head waiter called that i'm portant official up from the office and he soon joined us.
 He courteously accepted my in- Ntation to have coffee and cigars with me as we discussed how to see the most of Cologne in one day.
 So 1t was planned that I should go to the great Cologne Cathedral in the morning, with competent guide, come back to dinner at one o'clock, and tour the city and suburbs in a carriage, accom- panied by my guide. -
 My table-waiter was very in- sistent that I should be at the dinner table exactly at one o'clock, as he would give me a dish that I would never forget. And after the lapse of more than half a century I still remember how good that ''boiled-beef smothered in horse-radish sauce" was.
 You'll see the interior of the cathedral this morning" said the concierge, but you cannot get an idea of the immense size and fine proportions close by. The best view of the cathedral can be gotten from the Rhine a dozen miles away. From there it looms up grandly. You'll get that view tomorrow"
 Having settled on the plans for my days sightseeing, the concierge opened up my Baedecker'S Tour ists Guide and gave me some good suggestions for my trip.
 You are going to enjoy Frank fort and Heidelburg." he said, 'but it will be at Baden Baden that you'll have the best time"
 He advised me to wire ahead for hotel reservations as the place was crowded with celebrities and tourists. He said that the En- peror and Prince Bismark were there.
 But when the concierge took up my profusely illustrated volume of Mark Twain's Tramp Abroad and happened to open at a lu- dicrous scene in the famous Baths In Baden-Baden, where Mark Twain was desperately struggling to escape from two husky at- tendants who were rushing him one terrible ordeal after another.
 I recall that we were very merry over Mark Twain's experiences in Baden-Baden when the concierge and the head-waiter and my table-waiter and I separated on that occasion and I started off on my tour of Cologne.
 Quoting from My Diary
 of Long Ago