THE ALUMNI JOURNAL 149 



THE ANECDOTE OF A DRUG CLERK'S TRAVELS. 



A clear day, the parks just l)eginning- to bud into their coat of 

 green, a Ijustling noisv city smiled upon by a radiant sun of May. 

 New York a world of worlds, with its tall buildings defying the 

 heavens, lying opposite on the beautiful Hudson. A mother and 

 son are walking briskly toward the ferry where the son is to catch 

 a train on his way to see the mysteries of the great West. 



"Mother, I don't believe I will be gone more than a year but 

 perhaps it may be two years, but don't worry for I will try to 

 walk in the right tracks where'er I may be" 



"Harold, T vvill not fear, and perchance you get into any entangle- 

 ments trust fully in the Great Creator and you may win any battle 

 which comes before you." 



"\\'ell how do you do, iMr, Dobbins, I am right glad to see you." 

 Mr. Dobbins, a traveling salesman whom he had known for years 

 was waiting for a train. "Johnson, where are you bound for with 

 a traveling grip?" "Buffalo for a start which as you know is the 

 metropolis of western New York," he replied. 



Mother, usually quite a talker, broke in, saying — "Yes, Mr. Dob- 

 bins, Harold wants to see the world." "Don't forpet to see our 

 factory should you stop at Detroit, old man," and -^vishing him 

 God Speed, Dobbins started pell mell for his train. His time had 

 also come, and bidding his mother an affectionate farev'/ell, left the 

 scenes of his childhood with a heavy but most exoectant heart 

 eager to know what lay before him. Arriving in Buffalo after an 

 uneventful journey he made his way to the Hotel Broezel, stopping 

 there a few days before seeking\ friends where he received a 

 hearty welcome. 



Two months elapsed during which time Johnson was employed 

 by a Mr. Offenhorn, a rather corpulent personage whose hearty 

 laughter could keep a growler's cup in smiles. At the end of the 

 sojourn in Buffalo, was given a farewell social by a number of 

 friends, starting for the Middle West a few davs later The first 

 City in which he was upset was Chicago, a cauldron of humanity, 

 smoke and dust. Everyone striving for the honest dollar, seemed 

 happy and contented, so the looks of the City were but secondary. 



Again another City loomed up in the din. Milwaukee, the home 

 of the famous Bayerish Brew whose salubrious odor told you what 

 a malted place it was. The foam of this product and avalanche of 

 malt and hops left water in a silent grave. Truly a peaceful and 

 quiet place it is By a short trip he fell into Port Washington which 

 made him think of the Atlantic Ocean with such a large name, 

 but may we see what a large and busy center it is. After wading 

 through mud and mire the main street was reached one mile from 

 the station. A chair factory, tannery, and an iron foundry com- 

 prised the verv extensive industries; — the best hotel, in which 



