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48 WILMETTE LIFE 1 June 3, 19.2i But. while a.way from our TRAVELER TELLS OF · !hymns shores. less th;~.n a week, there were misty ~yes and far away looks w1th the parting MEDITERRANEAN TOUR so.me "An exile from home pleasures daz~ong. Sabbath at Sea Proves Impressive · to Storm-Tossed Voyagers; Visits at Madeira WANT ADS zle in vain. Oh give me my lowly. thatched cottage again! The birds singing gaily, that came at my c.all, 0, ~iYe me these and peace of mmd. dearrr ' than all." The WILMETTE . LIFE for RESULTS EDITOR's NoTE: J. Melville Brown, fornwrly of 'Vilmette and now residing at After ci~ht days on a stormy ()Cran !t'l Hobsart road, Kenilworth, now en 1 · f r the first sight j,·.ying a cruise of the Med!terrunean, .ha1; we were up ea.r ~ o . · . · : written the editor of hts impress1ons of land at Madetra, and the thtrt} mJe ~ en route. Jn recent. years. Mr. ~row~ 1 of coast line was worth the cff?rt . has tran~ led extensn·ely, mcludmg " Frowning prcpcipices loomed arratlt--1 tour of the world about two ye.nt·~; :1g·· 1' 1 · k . ,·~ r f II · :-. ., ~lr. Brown will rc·turn honw th1s ntonth the morn111g s ) . ., atcr a s san,._ aftl·r Yisiting in ltaly and Fr:trH·t·. their wav down to the sea. Color s that seemed l;rown from a di stance becnnw For three ]ong clays tumultotts wav.es on nearer approach emerald grn·n : have pounded the struggling shlp. Mountains lifted their eternal!\' ~lHm \iVicked winds have bellowed at her. capped summits .0.000 feet hea\:ell\\'a rd Bleak clouds have poured their tor- while buttressed by rugged cllffs and rents itpon her. Noisy gales have flap- deep gorges. The whole panoratn<.'t \\' <1 . peel her tired canv£!s, careening bil- inspiring. lows have bosomed her high in the air, Once anchored in Funchal harbor . l onh· to drop her with sickening SU(det{ncss into cavernous hollows, while our steamer is quickly surrounded h.\ I siuister seas in impotent rage have bat- dozens -of small boats full of diving tered against her barred doors. And bovs, each one is wildly gesticulating · 1 · rna 1·tctous · an~l shoutin(Y, "Mister, say mister. a II scemmg y 111 moe kc ry "e lJ' ~ ca·use of th~t wonderful afternoon of throw money, me dive," meanwhilt· aitn departure when with ·colored streamers their thin almost naked bodies. . '\.; flowing like silken cobwebs and han<l- thl·ir f1rst plunge arc shaktng h · t · !raYes in the cool morning air. \\'e of kerr:hicfs fluttering fond farewells, she ten sec a half dozen go ovl·rhoard f 1 )r sailed a\Yay into a crystal sea, while winged gulls followed with plaintive a single coin, their· struggling legs look cries. the blue sky a blessing and bene- ing in the blue water like the tentacll' :diction and a molten sun marking- ;1 of a devil fish. But they always appear · \\'ith the coin tightly held het\\·cen golden pathway in her wake. t cd h or toes . I To Buy ........ A home, apartment, business o, vacant property. Antiques, household goods, clothing, etc. To To Sell~~~~ Furniture, rugs, lamps, stoves, washing machines and all kinds of home equipment, automobiles, etc. Rent · ~--~~ A home or an apartment, to s·ublet your apartment, to rent your apart~ ment furnished. To Promote A business bobby, art needlework, pastries, tea shops, gift shops, books, instruction, home service. CALL ADTAKER AT WILMETIE 1920 Jjefore 5 P. M. on Wednesdays . After a hurried breakfast Wt' g·o ashore and land on a stone quay, cen tunes old, where Columbus may han spent many hours for he was married in Madeira and here got his Ion· for a sea-faring life . From the quay, donke.\· sleds pull u:-: to a platform where we hoard a "Finicula" train for the crest of tlw mountain. 2,000 feet above the gleam ing bay below. V\'e get a wonderful view a. \\·e are ascending the deep gorges and ravines, climbing garden:-. trickling waterfalls and beautiful \Vt enter the men':-; lounge; bridge flowers. beside~ a myriad of children tables have been pushed to one side following over perilous paths and and chair;.; arranged in semi-circles. throwing rose;.; and lilies hoping for a Til': pulpit is draped in the Stars and coin in return. Down helow is tht· Stripes. a tribute to the American pas - shimmering ocean, fishing boats tikr sengcr. . Deck boys in trim blue uni- fly specks, and our stately ship lookingforms and shining brass buttons for like a cockshell. Everywhere arc womthe choir. The overworked ship's or- en steadily sewing and we think of chestra is playing Sir Arthur Sullivan's Thomas Hood's "Song of the Shirt." "Lost Chord." l'assengers of every "Stitch. stitch, ~titch from early morn creed arc in the room. until night." There sits one of the owners of twc After luncheon we arc loaded into world famous Michigan avenue hotels- basket sleds, guided by natives with a LaSalle street Jewish banker, with long ropes and started down the moun-: wife and children, scans the prayer tai!l over winding cobble stone roads. hook. The descent is often swift and we fear !'.. Catholic layman follows the serv- we-are going to demolish some of the:->e icc better than we hesitating Protcs- old buildings as we careen around a tants do, and the many Episcopalians tight corner, or die in the attempt. sing the words without glancing at Like Country Picnic their hymnals. The prettiest butterfly j The sleds leave us among the shop:on last night's dancing floor ~lips into where everybody wants to make some a seat beside her powerful looking purchase. From here we descend to father. her eyelids pensively lowered, the Qua.v in "Bullock Carros" or carts hymnal held in slim hands, and looking and take a launch for the stcarner. On for al1 the world like the "Nun" in deck we see the morning scene reMorris Gest's "Miracle." Now the pcated, only twice as many boats and choir rises and stan~ls at attention and 1 b?ys and a bedlam. of noises. Man~· we know the captam has entered the d1ve· from our hurncane deck for an room. He proceeds directly to the extra shilling. pulpit and conducts the services. the The day on slwre is like a country choir and audience performing their picnic and people are smiling who have parts after the Episcopal ritual. The been glum and silent all the way over. ·nm scatters its rays through the tran- They exchange greetings, compare soms and the steamer gently rolls so presents and prices and are like happy we can iust see the horizons and blue children at a party. ocean through the open windows. We steam away from Madeira and I.t is all unforgetable. the sunset, but as we look ba-:k at tlu Community Sing Island it is covered with black clouds In the evening the passen~ers gather and the rain is descending in torrents. in this same room for a Community Surely we arc fortunate voyagers. Sing. How their voices swell out in those old familiar melodies: "Old Black Spok~t Eight of the Presbyterian Toe," "Carry Me Back to Old Virgin- church is entertaining Spokes Ten anrl ny," "Swanee River," "When You and Twelve at a tea on Thursday, June 9, I Were Young Maggie," some operatic at 2:30 o'clock, at the home of M r!'. airs and few Moody arid Sankey Joseph C. Cressy, 91.3 Forest avenue. But how beautiful today is; a Sabbath stillness has settled over the sea and ship, as she speeds om,·ard throug1 1 golden ripples. Flying f1 ~h make brief flights on silver wings. Porpoise play like hugh black kitten~. The splash of lapping waters is a morning serenade and the balm,· air is reminis cent of lilac blo~sonts imd church hell:-. hack home. Listen! from a distant deck C()mes the silnr notes of a bugle call. Jt is a summons to the morning service. Let u;.; go itl. Sabbath at Sea Visit Home of Columbus · -