The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1947-09-11

olreooY IN unother lund. Dowf
lrelond-lrish for all its Enqli
dividuol uccents-here on the
steamer. the accent was entire
lY Scotch-with q burr os lone
and sharp as q pipe threoder.
The picture is very beautiful
as you pass by the great ship
yards, the green hills of Ireland;
rollin goff into ten distance; the
land finally falling away with
Scotland in purple haze across
the water ahead. At this point
it Is only 20 miles from shore to
shore, but since Glasgow is fur
ther north, the trip is much long
er, about nine hours (overnight)
all told.
Under low hanging clouds and
a misty rain Glasgow was gloomy
and almost empty Sunday MORN
ling. But in the huge high-ceil-
inged dining room of the Hotel
Central breakfast was waiting
as early as 7:30 a. m. 1t was, in
fact, the first time l have ever
Experienced breakfast served by
a waiter in a full dress suit. This
is evidently the customary attire
at all meals.
The hotel menus here and in
Northern Ireland do not reflect
the current food shortage-for at
all meals, meat and egs are avail
able, although bread appears only
at breakfast. But the Fuel Crisis
is evident. Over the tub in your
bath is sign urging care in US
ing hot water, and every other
light in the hallway is exiting
uiShed to save power.
There being little else to do in
Glasgow, l took the Five Loeb
Tour" departing at HOO a. m. for
Loeb Lomond and other Scottish
Lakes. In this fortune smiled, for
mine was the last available seat
on the bus. l got aboard early
taking the window seat and hop
ing l wouldn't have to move.
An elderly and a middle-aged
woman neatly dressed took the
1.-TWO seats in front of me, and the
man who was with them immedi-
ately started talking with the dri-
yer, obviously about my seat.
AHA" l thought, 1.-The canny
Scot. He knows I'm supposed to
be in the aisle seat, and he's 60
ing to get his moneys worth. He
won't give up the window seat"
He didn't.
But there was no fuss. I apol-
ogized for getting in the wrong
seat-and he was friendly at
once. "American?' he smiled,
your accent gives you away i'm
mediately," and we were off into
conversation which lasted all
day long.
We got to talking of govern
Iment, and the Labor party imme-
diately came in for drubblng.
He didn't like the Labor move
ment Or anything about it, and
anything he neglected to say was
interpolated by his mother, the
elderly lady who sat beside his
wife in front of us.
In spite of the rain which kept
coming down in occasional light
showers, the land was beautiful.
The hills are tall. but gently roll
ling and rounded at the top, the
heather just beginning to turn to
pink against the green. Loeb
Lomond is we'll worthy Of the
song in which it is remembered.
After supper in Glasgow, on
returning from the tour, took an
evening's stroll before retiring.
Windowshopping along the
main thoroughfares, suddenly l
heard the sound of belligerent
voice, on a loudspeaker. Follow
ing the sound l came to a dead
end street. in which a crowd of
| 200 people had gathered, listen
ling to a husky, violent chap in
working clothes speaking over a
mike. Nobody seemed to be
very excited except the speaker.
On the pavement at the en-
trance to theS treet were these
words: "Anarchism Meeting. Ev-
cry Sunday night at 100" I lis
tened to the harangue for awhile
and walked on.
About a block later came
upon another crowd of similar
size. This was addressed by a
Observation-Disclosures, in frock
and clerical collar-Who with
equal emphasis was urging his
hearers to "have Faith in the
Lord" Two blocks further on,
another crowd of about the same
numbers gathered about a man
| in plain lothes. with a hymn
book in his hand. They were all
singing Justify and rather btouti-
iful-ho-htruS
fully. I though, "Abide With. Me"
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The following morning I set out
for Edinburgh in an English
train. 1t is only an hours run.
Through magnificient.~ NaIptry-