Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1870-04-21
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SAX Francisco, April 10, 1870.
Our annual spring mania has broken
out in epidemic form and with alarm
ing virulence. That fearful comblna-
ton Of brass bands, steamboats, and
military companies, miscalled a picnic,
is having it all Its own way, and Sun
day Is completely given up TO the
demonstration. You Gold Hill folks
ought to be very happy to escape this
weekly infiiction, but we Bay citizens
have no means Of running away from
the nuisance, as 1t confrapts us at every
turn. Sunday morning was a beautiful
one-Easter m~orning-to the religious
the grandest festival of the year, but
sacreligious mortals respect the holy
anniversary no more than an English
does st. Patrick's day. Quiet
reigned on Montgomery street. 1t had
put on its usual forlorn Sunday air, as
If it knew that it was wasting time
and ought to be about Its masters bust
ness Of money-getting. The Nicholson
pavement, thronged, during the week
with wagons, seemed to break out in
squares, like a checker-board, the street
rails stretched to an alarming perspec-
tive, and the goods peeped over the
halE-closed shutters OF the store win
dows as If in meek protest at the OBJ
scuration of their beauties. Two or
three dogs tumbled each other about
In the middle Of the road, and small
boys built small stands on the sidewalk
In order to vend the latest illustrated
sensation In legs. Here a respondent
group collected round the newspaper
bulletin boards, there a man hurried
along with his alternate shirt, just
brought from the Chinese wash house.
Bootblacks piled a thriving trade, the
saloon doors turned blithely on their
hinges, and the restaurants were greasy
and crowded. Wells, Fargo 81 Co.'S
office assumed a look Of dignified re-
spectability, as if 1t had charge Of the
streets morals while from some un-
known part Of the city came tho feeble
invitation of a church bell ringing In
an unobtrusive manner, and evidently
unwillingly compelled to remind sin
ners that It was Sunday. But suddenly
martial strains rose upon the air, a
crowd of boys doomed In the distance.
bayonets glistened in the sunshine, and
to the rat-tat of big drum came Com
pany Y, decked In uniforms that would
have put to shame Joseph's historical
coat Of many colors. Saloons, restau-
rants, bootblack stands were instantly
forsaken, the sweet tone Of the Easter
bell drowned In the melodious music
of a sweaty German band, religion,
quiet, all the attributes of Sunday de-
parted in = hurry, and commotion,
disorder and a noisy crowd took their
place. Such Is 4 Sabbath morning
scene In San Francisco, and it will be
repeated until every petty organization
that has $50 to spend in hiring a
steamer and half q dozen trumpets has
annoyed the public by their Internal
attempts at enjoyment, and then thank
God for = few months Of wet weather
and peace.
San Francisco sgn.llne and Chicago
Every spring our papers indulge In
self-congratulatlons at the difference
of climate that exists between San
and the rest Of the world.
An announcement per wire that, on
night three inches Of snow fell
In Chicago, could not be allowed to
pass unnoticsd, but comparisons were
instantly drawn between the supposed
wretchedness Of the Lake
City and our own balmy and genial
weather. ~ &
am not an admirer Of Chicago; like
all good Californians | rejoice in her
humiliation, and have a faint idea, that
unless she stops her sensational career
and enters OIL q path of Goodness, the
fate of Sodom will be 4 triile to the
calamity in store for her inhabitants,
but | protest against this unjust condi-
ton on principle. The fact is that
San Francisco has without exception
the most di~sagreeablc mixture Of dust,
fog, sunshine, and wind, that ever
drew forth the anathema Of q suffering
The mornings r 10 con-
deceptive, and could dis
count n woman's smiles ten per cent.
They open g%loriously, not n cloud to
be seen, the sky q deep blue, the at
as balmy rs the chilliest
mortal could desire, but ut noon comes
q change. Great fog banks roll Sn
through the Golden Gate, the airi is wet
with moisture, every street corner Is
the centre of a miniature whirwind,
immense clouds of sand arc blown IN
from the hills, great coats and cock
tails are In demand. and each one III
dulges In an extenuating profanity
that even n parson must approve. AT
nine in the morning We wish, like
Sydney Smith, that we could put OIL
our flesh and sit in our bones, and
bless the mar who first invented ice.
At one, the thought Of hot soup for
dinner begins to develop itself, and at
four we are cursin. the climate, and
the scribblers whose poetic fancies have
converted San Francisco into All ideal
paradise. "a --e
Strawberries and "Altn" Paragraphs.
Strawberries are coming into mar
ket and every country sheet is singing
poems of praise at this unusual manifes-
tation ofnature's country. The favored
land latitude 49, that can raise this
fruit in the middle of April is solemnly
contrasted with sterile, snow-clad
Maine latitude 92-no 1nd's at hand
to verifyb and we r told to be eter-
nally thankful for the good luck that
has cast our lot in such pleasant places.
Apropos Of these foolish paragraphs 1t
is fact not generally known, that in
the Alta building Is a secret room, a
mysterious chamber, rs carefully
guarded as the Anatomical Museum In
Bluebcard's mansion. Ranged round
the wall are hundreds of Postotllce
boxes, each one labeled and containing
a stereotype ready for use. One whole
row is taken I'm with wicked attempts