Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1962-07-17

Manhattan traffic in flats
and borrowed Bermudas,
carrying your overnight
goodies in a duffle bag with
Camp Hillyard written on it
in large red crayon.
1t was the only small re-
ceptacle to be found in the
bedroom of your New York
friends 6-year-old daughter.
You have the girls room be-
cause she is away at Camp
Hillyard and why she didn't
take the duffle bag remains
a mystery because her
mother is sleeping, and as it
is $50 am. on a Saturday
you don't want to bother her.
Inside the station one Sec
ton is devoted to Long Is
land Trains" If you think
you look silly in your sports
outfit there is relief in cast
ing an eye around the ter
minal. A 200-pound man is
wearing the orange and
yellow floral shirt he bought
in Miami, a woman who
obviously didn't look in a
three-Way mirror when she
bought her Stacks pushes in
front of you.
rs the train to Pat
chogue?" you ashland don't
ask how that name is pro-
nounced.
"Ya," says the conductor
who has a pillbox hat like
the French police wear.
Change at Bahlon."
INTO THE CROWDED car.
The woman in front of you
just put her hair up in pin
curriers' and is spraying it
and your hair as we'll. An
other woman is sewing a rip
in her bathing suit. Two
folding camp chairs don't
quite fit on the overhead
rack along with a dog cage
and a couple fight about that
for three stops.
Six teen-agers flip the
seats around so they can sit
together and start eating
the lunch they packed a
half-hour earlier, accompa-
MED by a radio playing twist
music.
Three children light
matches and drop them into
Dixie cups saying, Here goes
an atom bomb" and their
mother sees this and spankS
them and then they cry. The
dog in the carrying cage
cries, too.
The train starts and goes
for an interminable time
through a tunnel. 1t looks
as if you go underground all
the way, but then at last
you're out of the tunnel and
it's time for the first of about
500 stops on the way to Pat
chogue.
The conductor hollers in
his foreign language, "S'fort
Pach-hog, W'ntogh stay on
and change at Bahlon."
The Long Island stops are
listed on the ticket, but
there is no Bahlon. But
there is a Babylon and that
is what the conductor was
hollering.
BY now you have a COM
panion. He has horn-rim-
med glasses and an umbrella
and book called Elements
of Economies"
YOU ARE ENTERTAINED
by your companion because
he whistles. And whistles
And whistles. Bach fugueS
Chopin sonataS. He inter
Sperses the whiStling with
"Tcha tum tcha which passes
for huNming. A: the 10th
stop he was swinging intC
the third chorus of Capri
clio Italien" and you won
der if it might be pleas
anter to engage him in con-
versation but then one lool
at Elements of Economics
finishes that thought.
Finally there was the vel
coming cry of Bahlon. Hal
the train got off and Camp
Hillyard duffle bags, pc
cages, umbrellas, folding
camp chairs and children
are put down on the plat
form.
The wait is long. A woman
next to you signs and says
"Chee, what a trip. I neve
been around the world be
fore"
When the train for Pat
chogue comes, it is so crowd
ed you stand for a spell
Then you arrive at a station
which looks like all thos
others you have passed.
Friends are driving from
nearby Bellport to meet yor
1t is only fitting they ar
late, but it doesn't reall
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