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Show 111! New Yorker in Boston: The rigid finger of stone that is Bunker Hill monument. It stands at attention for the many valiant Minute Min-ute Men who have made this sector hallowed ground. In the darkness its gleaming whiteness resembles a frozen ghost haunted with memories memo-ries of glorious deeds. ... A bronze tablet at the corner of Pearl street marking the site where the Boston tea party took place. . . . Sunlight polishing the golden dome of the State House and putting it on its best architectural behavior. . . . The legend about the sculptor of George Washington's statue in Boston Common: Com-mon: That he forgot to put a tongue In the horse's mouth, and the criticism criti-cism drove him to suicide. The' visual poetry of the sprawling city's panorama when viewed from the heights near Soldiers' monument: monu-ment: Dotted with jagged buildings, criss - crossed with a maze of streets, underlined with the many exclamation points of church spires it composes an enchanting living map. . . .The scene spellbinds when the rosy fingers of the sun still cling to the horizon and magical twilight gives a glow-by-glow description of the sky being transformed into a fairyland of brilliant hues. A serpent of many narrow, winding streets. Quaint and picturesque, pic-turesque, but it is easy for a stranger to "get lost' in the be-wilderness be-wilderness of the labyrinth. . . . The town's avid baseball fanatics. fanat-ics. Their excitement belies the fable that Bostonians are placid. The city contains some of the most rabid fans this side of Dodgerville. . . . The many historic his-toric landmarks that have beer preserved. Frixample Paul Revere's famous old house at North Square. Dorchester Heights stacked with piles of red brick tenements. . . . Nestling in the shadows of lanky edifices Granary burying ground. Even the hub-bub of surrounding traffic doesn't seem to distrub its reverent hush. Among those buried here are Paul Revere and Mother Goose. . . . Sunday mornings when the quiet streets are enameled with sunshine and the cascading church-belloquence church-belloquence laces the fabric of a seamless silence with the poetry of its sounds. The swish and hiss and rustle of silks and satins in elegant tearooms brimming with charming decorative decora-tive effects. The metalic chatter of cups, saucers and spoons sprinkles the tip-toe conversations with delicate deli-cate tinkles. A subdued atmosphere accompanied by a silent waltz. . . . Grotesque shadows dripping from the trees that line uppity Beacon HilL This is a haven for many of Old Boston's customs and traditions. tradi-tions. The stately mansions form a compelling sight when their purple-paned purple-paned windows are illumined with the halos of reflected moonlight. The Arboretum 250 acres of well-manicured lawns and gardens. gar-dens. Many botanical experiments experi-ments take place here. There is an odorable fragrance as far as the nostrils can reach. Rabbits, pheasants and squirrels cross your path. Cars are taboo in this district because gas fumes might destroy the aroma of the posies. This is a patch of beauty 1 in the stone and steel tapestry of a city. Youngsters flipping pebbles into Frog's pond and watching it being dimpled with tiny whirlpools. Toy sailboats curtsy in the breeze. During Dur-ing the summer months teen-agers dunk themselves in this pond. . . . The Common a restful oasis with its spacious malls. Eye-filling fountains foun-tains juggle the gushing water, people peo-ple squat on benches with their faces toward the sun, the laughter of tots rockets with delight, and squirrels skim across the lanes on cushioned feet. The beautifully-edited landscape of the public garden where the air is dabbed with the perfume of pretty posies. You can see the tiny fists of buds slowly blossoming. Plump pigeons waddle through like midget dowagers. ... A lovely old house on Federal street erected before the Revolution. . . . Swans gliding gracefully across the Thames with all the formal grace of a minuet. Their movements are so effortless, they scarcely leave a ripple. People stand for hours gazing gaz-ing at their water-ballet. But despite de-spite their gentle appearance swans have a nasty disposition. The strollers along the Charles river. Health fiends walk by sniffing the air as though they had just discovered dis-covered it. When splashed with moonbeams it becomes a spot where romancers find Paradise by looking into each other's eyes. . . . The contrast of lofty trees and diminutive di-minutive marble statues in Louis-burg Louis-burg square. . . . Gazettes carry adverts on their front pages. . . The unique midtown shop that specializes spe-cializes in maids' uniform. Thii shop first introduced such garb ir America. |