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Show By WALT MASON I've been where countless people wont for rocreatlon and repose, where forty kinds of scads are spent for motor rides and things like those. There were, for those who had the price, all kinds of harmless, cheedful snares, and there was every known device to make a man forget his cares. I sat and watched them all day long, beneath a quaking aspen throng, a funeral you'd have to see. The tourist plodded on his way, as though he'd lost his dearest friend; his face, despondent, seemed to say, "I'll see this ordeal to the end." With gloom expressed in every act, he went tho rounds, where others went, and saw the Rainbow Cataract, or gazed Cavern he explored, and trailed along some dizzy curve, and all the while he looked so bored the guides and spielers lost their nerve. I saw ton thousand tourists thus: they jogged along through scenes sublime, and looked as though they'd like to cuss so vain a waste of precious time. Capyright, 1916. |