| Show I What Becomes of All the Photographs We We Take i By WINIFRED BLACK z Copyright 1915 1916 b by Newspaper Feature ice Sen-ice Inc i Come on said caid the girl in the TIpperary hat the j engines engine's just jus go goIng going go go- ing log lo 10 o start lets let's get one snap snapshot shot And the he man in the queer straw hat and the middle-aged middle woman in the tho dolman dolman and the theold old gentleman with the coat and all the i J t of t f the party posed themselves along the running board of the open car Snap said the camera and they were all taken Then the they y climbed Into the car and the train started up th tb the mountain Up and we went up Ul through green greenm m meadows dows and past smiling valleys an and the roses laughed and gurgled ov the tops of the houses along the way and find the ground was blue with me forget and then flaming with poppies and then as we rose the tho slopes of the mountain were clouded with wild Iliac mlles miles miles and miles of ot it that looked like great wreathes wreathes- of ot smoke smoke and and the wild azaleas pink and white and the wild lilies Ulles as white as snow and I wild hyacinth yellow ellow and purple and bie and millions and millions and I millions of them came crowding down own the mountain to the very train track end and it it- was vas like looking into the very Garden of Eden And Andall all al the way up those p people ople were talking about that snap shot Some thought their hats weren't on straight and some were worried be because because because be- be cause cause they the looked too serious and the theold theold theold old gentleman wished he be had thought to take of off his glasset glasses glasse At t t one ono turn of the road the train stopped and below belo us swept the allver sil silver all all- ver yer of the sea and across the blue waters of at the great bay the fairy city of or the exposition rose ike some wondroUs wondroUs won won- droUs fabric of a dream Nature Merely Snapshot Backgrounds How long do we stop cried the girl pirl in the TIpperary hat But be before before be- be fore for the train men could answer she was as out Heres a good place she I cried and all the people with her hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly hur hur- draped th themselves against trees and over stumps stump Snap the camera said and the picture was tak taken n. n And up and up we went above the world above above flying as the eagle flies and below us we saw the city and the sea and lakes and rivers and little towns snuggled in the garland of happy valleys and wild grew the roads Toads and steep the trail and tall the trees rose round us Then we stopped in the deep forest But the girl with the Tipperary hat did hot want to walk in the forest the use she said you could never get anything there its it's too dark But she went with the rest of us us and great ferns were waist high along the tte little path and a clear brown stream sang through the forest and the great redwoods stood so 80 still so still that the whole world seemed listening listening listening list list- ening and listening But the girl with the Tipperary hat did not listen Usten She called from a n ok beside the stream Here she said the sun gets through Just enough And they went and grouped themselves themselves them them- selves again Snap said the camera and t the te e picture was taken They all do it said the guide all they seem to come for You can show them the tho biggest tree in the world and they dont don't care a athing athing athing thing about it unless they can get taken take with it behind them or beside them or somewhere I 1 often oCten wonder what they do with all those pictures when they get them home Photographs and Name Writing Do they send them to helpless friends the pictures 1 and what do dothe dothe dothe the friends do with them when they receive the then Hats lIsts on and hats off ott with sweaters and without lilies in one hand azaleas azal azal- cas in io the tho other redwoods for tor a back back- ground wild lilac the lilac the great mountain mountain moun moun- tam tain itself the itself the air the perfume the glory of the universe universe just Just a background background back back- ground that was all all to to the girl Inthe Inthe in inthe the Tipperary hat Poor thing I have always noticed that people who love to- to tobe be photographed photographed photo photo- graphed are the s same me people who love loveto loveto to write their names on all kinds of registers in all kinds kind of places I suppose it is because Sec use they are never likely to see their names anywhere Anywhere Any uny- where unless Ule they do write them themselves The sea the mountains the soft son clouds of floating mist the gardens of wild flowers nothing flowers nothing nothing at ataU atall atall all aU to the girl in the Tipperary hat Jf if she could get into the Garden of Eden shed she'd hunt up a tree of knowledge knowledge knowledge know know- ledge and have herself photographed sitting on one of the branches I wish shed she'd pick one of the apples and take a bite Perhaps she would be be- beless less int interested restE-d restE in her ber own photograph photograph photo photo- graph for tor or a while |
