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Show Hundreds Take a P'ip io Salt Sea Water in Lake Yesterday Was Just Right; Finest for a Bath This Year. Were thero any pcoplo left In Salt Lako City yostorday? Excepting, of course, the roportorlal rooms of the morning papers, whero tho scribes hit tho typewriters type-writers whon thoy were not wiping their perspiring brows. This question naturally presents Itself to any one who raw tho crowd that went out to Saltalr yesterday. It looked as though It might bo a duplicate real cstato day, or an excursion where every ticket drew a prize. Duplicate Real Estate Day. And evory ticket did draw a prize, for that matter. On a day llko yesterday who would not call a cool breeze, a quiet nook, a lunch out of doors away from the heat, and the finest water for a bath, prizes such as arc seldom drawn with ono ticket? Hundreds of people went Into tho water. They continued to bathe all day and evening, even-ing, until It looked as though all tho people peo-ple In Salt Lake had had nt least one batli this year. Big and Uttlo, women and men, went In and cavorted with the waves, floating upon them until to look upon their faces was to be sure that bliss unadulterated had at last been found. Hundreds in the Water. It was hard to realize that there wero warm, perspiring peoplo In Salt Lake City, and that tho pavements were ready to fry eggs, when that salty breeze came fanning about, or when tho big waves proved tho most Ideal of summer couches. |