Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1878-12-19
HERE AND THERE.

composing the ponderous editorial, the e1-
haustive essay, the wide and windy adver-
tisement or the tell-tale poem. Your thor
oughgoing puff is full of the real business OF
life-like the game of politics or the pros
ecution of a war. The puff writer whose soul
Is in his art, feels the grateful viands des-
cending his throat as he mentions the large
and generous cheer of one hotel or the lush
abundance of an eating house; his minds eye
sees the glitter of the gems his pen portray
the while he writes of ameythists and pearls,
and the lordly topaz. rubies and that imperial
| thing of things, the diamond; his heart g lows
amid the fancied fragrance of those floral
wonders which make the millners window
look like garden; his soul falls into some
thing akin to revelry his imagination wan
| ders in wanton mood among the silks and
| laces and filmy things which lie upon the
| shelves and within the drawers of the dry
goods man; and there is sturdy warmth In
, the mention of the grocer's bags and hrkln;
glow of heart, az at a winter evenings fire,
is felt in and over him at the thought of the
CHEEKY bar, the snug parlor of the village inn,
the well warmed shop of the apothecary and
exc the BARRIERS chair! Smell the fragrance
of that Havana as we puff ia grateful I'M
agnation let the sense of comfort grow and
expand the writer makes eloquent his
thoughts of stout surtout and stOuter shoe,
vt coat and vest, yea, and the trouser which
yraces his leg withal! And not without some
fond emotions doth the puffsh man sit him
down to pen the virtues of the butcher-shop;
for there is hearty companionship in the
man of skewers and steel; and who shall fitly
describe the gleeful glare of the smithy, and
what hand, however def doth not hesitate
upon the Threshold of the candle-lighted
cordwaineryl Oh, visions of my youth! How
we have sat and wondered as We listened at
the tales told and mighty adventures related
from that Bench-from which there is no APP
peal! One hoped his own boyish shoe, then
under repair at heel and toe, itself taking on
it's humble share of the inspiration of the |
scene, might almost never be mended, 50
sweet it was to linger there and drink to the |
dregs the gentle romance of the hour! There
is an emphasis no other man imparts when
the cobbler, twitching the waxed-ends to the
swift completion of each destined stitch, sends
his barred elbows with vigorous jerk toward
either listener, accompanying the action with
the words of his argument or his tale of hair
breadth scapes by sea and land 1t is not in
your great factories nor yet in your shops of
many hands where this glamor of romance is;
hut only where the good shoemaker, with
perhaps, one silent apprentice whose duty
land privilege it is to listen beats the
apstone aud drives the awl, lord of
he scene and its works. Doth not the air
smell of wax and wetted leather and become
'edolent with norruccO as we writer And
hail this humble scene be so full Of the rem
niscence of youth, and the later and larger
genes of manhood and active life be written
# and not suggest their thoughts Alas
md alas The ineHacahle scenes of boyhood
re our best and truest and most enduring
growing purer and dearer, year by
ear, and at last, let us hope, being hallowed
" the peace and serenity of age.
Standing opposite that sorry pile of mis-
sed stone known as the County Building, r
he observer sees with pain the many splotches h
f mold which either through some animal a
ulate or fungoid action have grown upon the j
1alls of that edihce-esp especially above and
bout the door Of that ancient hostelrie, the
1agnolia Dark gray spots are these-sone-
hing OF the nature of what are called cob n
'ebs, perhaps; and it would seem that the
mart and industrious application of stout
room thereat might bring much desired
Submitted with all modesty, oh )
lasters of the Board. L
Speaking of building fronts, one is remind L
| of the very trim and tidy appearance u
rought upon the face of Mr.. Thaxter's drug
ore by the clever hand of the painter. All ri
lis artisans handiwork, we notice, is ex- v
,edingly well done. But for treacherous E
emory he should be called by name in this
entiOn.
The atmosphere is filled with a too abund-
It dust. Each vehicle or horse which passes -
rough the street sends great clouds of this
lpalpable substance into the air. This world
,eds drenching It's face is shamefully Sc
rty So much dirt is not heathful to co
orld, flesh or devil. Jupiter Pluvius is be- e'
night for pouring dispensation even tho
cometh in the hardened form of hail or an
q more light and heecy shape of snow. 1t G.,
,uld be WELL it seems to us, in this dusty G.,