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28-May-2003
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The Romance of the Old



Jean Ivey 3B
English 3D
March 18, 1936



There are probably many far more interesting spots in Baltimore than Hamilton Street. It hasn't much traffic, a cosmopolitan crowd, smart shops, or any of the things which usually brand a place interesting, but it caught my fancy somehow.

There is a slight flavor of the romance of Old Baltimore, with a sad touch of respectable poverty in some parts. The houses, in all probability, date back to the beginning of Baltimore when clipper ships, such as the Mary Ann, were the pride of all good Baltimoreans. These aren't the old brownstone mansions with which we are all so familiar. Incredible as it may seem, there are none of the white marble steps that Baltimore has been famed for, either. There are warm, cheery-looking brick houses with slanting roofs and tiny dormer windows. Starched, white, ruffled curtains show behind shining window panes. Bright read and pink geraniums sit in the sunwashed windows. Glinting in the sunlight of a Saturday morning are old, much-polished brass knockers. A sleek gray cat walks down the street daintily avoiding puddles and aristocratically arching her back in the warm rays of the morning sun. She fits readily into the scene of peace that prevails everywhere and seems to be a ghost out of the past.

That sense of peace is so great that when we come to the corner of Cathederal and Hamilton Streets we are suddenly brought from the past and quickly, blindingly, into the reality of the present as heavy coal trucks, machines, bakery wagons, milk wagons, and even occasional fire engines or ambulances tear breathlessly past.


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