Los Angeles daily herald., 1874-09-03
"LOU LEWIS"
Correspondents Hauled Over the Goals
Light Attendance-AnxiOu Engi-
neering-Murmurin and Musings.

ed by the many misfortunes attending
our last absence from this little vii
lage, we have passed through the
tolls and perils of hunt, with alarm
ing success and safety. The party was
perfection; "present company except
ed," of course: In chivalry they
could have outwitted Quixote; in po-
liteness, a Chesterfield; in bravery, an
Alexander; and in fortune-compari-
sons fail, and words prove inadequate
to the task. Yes, a bright sun and
cloudless sky were above us, and even
the undemonstrative 6urros (whose
energy we have never seen equaled, J
brayed out their joy at our success.
And as we all came galloping (?) into
the cafion, mounted on our noble
steeds, and ornamented with the
quadrupeds and bipeds that dangled
from the pommels, who should meet
us but Doon-we mean Dun,norix I!
HE WAS "HUNTING ITEMS"
he said, and the look he gave our
items! 1t was annihilating really; but
we stood it, hardened creatures that
we were; yet never till our dying day
shall we forget that look, so filled
with entreaty, with supplication, with
disgust! We have searched the
columns Of the Express for some evil
dence of his outraged feelings; but in
vain, and now are sadly fearful as to
results. Last Wednesday we paid a
flying visit to town, and while there,
Mr.. Editor, we heard something. Yes,
actually heard enough to repay us for
all the discomfort attending our little
trip. 1t was just in front of that large
doorway, through which you gain EN-
trance to the City Library, that the
hearing took place. There stood
"Corry" and one Of "the good girls"
both grinning, and evidently we'll
pleased with each other Both wore
eyeglasses, the colors of which struck
us as being peculiarly typical of the
wearers; hers being green, and his, no
color at all. He was making frantic
endeavors to get an article on Santa
Monica, for the Star, but she, cruel
girl, would not promise. "No Cory,
l have too much respect for the noble,
high-souled Editor of the Star to at
tempt anything So
BUT WE HEARD NO MORE.
One glance at Corry's face, already
death-like in hue, revived our droop-
ing senses, and we fled; fled in dismay
at Corry's indiscretion. Cory, my
boy, listen to us, for we doubt not that
we are your superior in age and expe-
rience, and have your interest at heart:
Never press your suits in public.
Our number Of callers last Sunday was
unusually small but the quality made
up for the quantity.
Mr.. Editor, will you tell US what in
the world makes city people so smart?
Give MS the recipe, we pray you, and
let us try it. We were paying our
devOirs to the occupant of the Double
Cliff, chatting away with spirit free
of care, when our little tete tete was
disturbed. We listened; it was a
voice. Yes, we could not mistake it;
no blonde ever uttered such words of
fire; some brunette was holding forth.
We are blunt, obtuse, dull Of compre-
hension, indeed. We can't find the
point, but there is one, we know, for
he said so. We submit it in full to
you, Mr.. Editor, and trust that your
acuteness will solve the mystery.
Here it is, as he gave it:
"VATS DE DIFFERENCE NIT A LADY
AND A WATCH ~
We threw bottle of ammonia over
"Zoe," followed by q keg of spirits
(kept for that especial purpose), yet
daylight waned and daylight dawned
ere resuscitation was produced. The
only thing we have to lament is the
loss Of of our spirits, though taking
into consideration the object to which
they were sacrificed, we are comforted.
Quite q number of campers have
pulled up stakes, and, like the swal-
lows, "homeward flown" Some old
fogy remarked to US, otis too bad
you are not so sensible" Perhaps it
is, st. E., and before another moon
comes to tempt us with it's Turing rays
we shall act upon your common-sense
remark, and be gone.
Last evening, wearied with the
unusual cares of the Gay, we gath
cred up our favorite poet, said eau
.revoir' to camp and surroundings and
wended our way up the unfrequented
path known, we believe, as Lovers
Lane, though why it is so styled,
we can't imagine. Surely, nothing
occurred during our walk to suggest
any such nonsensical title. But Santa
Monica, like every other place, has its
weak sides, and we suppose this is one
of them.
Once in the shade of the sycamores,
wooed by the gentle winds that came
sighing through the trees and soothed
by the carroling of birds, whose songs
seemed but echoes from the skies, we
forgot all our sorrows, and thought
with the poet, whose works still lay
unopened in our hands, that
60 There is n pleasure in the painless woods
There is a rapture on the lonely shore
There is society, where none intrudes,
BY the deep sea, and music in Its roar"
But, as the shades of night with
mellowed softness came creeping in
upon us, we quilted our usual seat and
turned our steps campward, well sat
isfied that Nature is a gentle nurse, or
whose bosom we may ever find resi-
and quiet.
Bah! that wind has blown our can
die out, and we have nothing where
with to re-light it. Yes, we are writ
ing by the sense of feeling, not hear
ing. It's anything but pleasant; Sc
"good-bye," till our next.
Yours, Lou LEWIS.
p. S.-Won't you ask Zoe Zella ,
| to please come to us, and take q spell
! inc lesson? We will teach her how