Show Home By Tlllle llcssolbcrg Ago 13 It was the latter part of August and we were sailing home This thought unadorned was enough to bring forth a smile from the sternest face on deck A party Including our family had been touring Europe Berlin in KB quiet beauty Paris in Its gay attire London with its noisy streets Switzerland Switzer-land and Its snowclad mountains all had been visited Europe with all Its renowned beauty I splendor qualntness and magnificence cannot to tho true American compare with the land of his birth Wo arc sitting on deck in our steam crchnlrs when suddenly we see a picture pic-ture before us Gay theaters merry drives In Paris quiet quaint Berlin steep mountains picturesque lakes oldfashioned 1 peasants In Switzerland and back of this we see a misty vision Wostrain our eyes lndwhlLt Is there the familiar faces of our friends our happy home In Utah That simple picture pic-ture dispels the grand and elaborate one which preceded It Thus we dream on when suddenly we awake with a start Some one crys Land Every one clambers on deck and there In the distance we catch the first glimpse oC our beloved native country Every American raises his voice In a heartfelt cheer full of his native enthusiasm en-thusiasm Ina few more days we will be In Utah known all over the old world aa resembling the land of milk arid honey |