Photograph by A. W. Cutler 

 BUT ONE THOUGHT FILLS THE MIND OF HALF THE MOTHERS AND CHILDREN IN THE 

 WORLD — TO MAKE SOMETHING THAT WILL KEEP FATHER AND 

 BROTHER WARM IN THE TRENCHES 



During the afternoon drive, which is 

 an institution throughout all Italy, an 

 endless procession flashes past the park, 

 to the pistoling of whips, the running ob- 

 ligato of chatter and exclamation, shout 

 of encouragement, and execration for 

 careless driving. Everybody drives. The 

 lofty drag of their Royal Highnesses the 

 Duke and Duchess of Aosta rolls sol- 

 emnly along behind magnificent bays in 

 stately silence ; tourists "rubber" by in 

 hired hacks ; a motley array of shabby- 

 genteel carriages contains a nobility too 

 proud to omit the drive if they have to 

 go to bed supperless, and snappy little 

 gigs and carts, brilliant with paint and 

 varnish, dance along behind fiery minia- 

 ture barbs decked out in all the toggerv of 

 feathers and bells and fancy leather that 

 Italian ingenuity can suggest. Nowhere 

 are there such experts at extracting 

 frightful explosions from a whiplash as 

 in this happy-go-lucky Naples ; nowhere 

 such a tumult of sound and color ; no- 

 where such light-hearted irresponsibility. 



The commercial activity of this largest 

 city and second seaport of Italy clings 

 close about the skirts of the enormous 

 royal palace — 800 feet long on the bay 

 side and 95 feet high — and the naval 

 basin and dockyard. Every smell and 

 sound of a thriving seaport may be smelt 

 and heard, multiplied generously ; every 

 flag seen on the -ships that ride at anchor 

 near the stone wharves. 



BABEL LESS CONFUSED 



On the streets men of every race min- 

 gle tongues and costumes and manners ; 

 Babel itself was only mildly confused 

 compared with this jumble of Naples ; 

 and throughout all the throng play the 

 beggar, the street musician, the macaroni- 

 eater — that is a trade, and a satisfying 

 one, apparently — the piratic cabman, the 

 guide, and the baggage-smasher — all seek- 

 ing whom they may plunder with a gra- 

 cious twinkle of humid black eyes and a 

 smile that makes the being robbed a 

 pleasure. 



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