Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1878-02-21
MORNING APPEAL.
FRANK LESLIES PICTURES OF CAR
son.

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wanting in cerebral structure (being dated
Feb. % 1879, has been left upon our table
for inspection and comment. The same con-
tains, under the standing head of across the
Continent" description OF Carson City.
Now it so happens that the MoRNING APPEAL
in its capacity Of Family Newspaper and
Moral Preside Companion (and beng univer-
sally acknowledged as the only truly religious
journal in the State, price So per annum in
advance) has sometimes taken occasion to be-
labor its constituents for whatever lap8es of
demeauor or morals might be manifest in their
walk and conversation; but it is very far from
being patient under the infection Of the i'll
considered aud hasty small talk of such mex
perienced and inconsIer&te writer's as are
fetched here from time to time by the more
or less urgent exigences of the newspaper
and periodical press which are SO much vaun-
ted in the older circles of transmontanc civil
cation and enlightenmcnt
The article before us is not in any sense of
malicious tone. Rather ii betokens languor
and sort of feeble gentility of purpose-as,
for example, of decayed aIumnus who had
relapsed into the worser ways of Bohemia and
then committed the folly of a dyspeptic re
formation. There also is the old, cheap yawn
of the small tourist, with his premature ennui
and his premeditated attitude of blase and
exhausted dilettante. (The occasional firing
up OF an ambitious but debiitated enthusiasm
only too plainly reveals the hopeless imbecility
Of the entire effort.)
The imperfectly developed person who thus
presumes TO deal with the subject of Carson
and its onyirons was here, as he confesses, for
All hour He eXalts the heart of our modest
neighbors of Reno, and at the same time ex-
asperates the feelings of all rightly constituted
Carsonites by abiding to our fair little city as
: sort of halfway house between Reno and
Virginia City," and as considering itself
fine, thriving town etc.
This is almost as bad as bad can be; but we |
Reno and msled by Powning Alexander, |
or a committee of citizens having the scheme |
of new State Prison in view; and being a
new conner i'll the State and falling in the
hands of such deep delving schemers as those
Remedies, we harbor no malice toward him,
while at the same time regretting that he
should have been seduced into thus mis-
representing the true inwardness of the Cap
ital City of Nevada. But we cannot quite as
cheerfully forgive the following passing a
little shop or half developed saloon, so to
speak" says this welI-meanng but unfortun-
ate writer, Gin whose windows hang an in
viting sign, Fresh Milk and Boston Brown
Bread, we step in for taste of its quality.
A civil man, whose linen is of sad and SOM
Der color, and whose morning toilet has evil
IDENTIFY not included the ceremony of ablu-
ton, receives and serves us, not with Boston
brown bread, for we are too early birds to
catch that particular worm, but with species
of very solid tumble, and with glasses of milk
suspicious in color and decidedly weak to the
taste Criticism is disarmed however, by the
voluntary statement of the man at the counter
that 'milk's quite skeerse i'll Carson; every
drop has to come from Virginia, and the sup
ply amt regular So we drink our portion
from tall, beer glasses, and pay our ten cents I
apiece without murmur.' Now while it is {
evident that our friend Of the Boston Bakery ,
took it upon himself to Gosh, that is to say
to guy and quiz this callow tourist, and that
he did succeed in deceiving hin, there is an I
atrocity of design as well as mendacity of :
statement in the declaration that Carson gets ,
her milk from Virginia which even the Morn r
ING APPEAL which is an acknowledged model $
of patience, forbealance and charity, cannot q
suffer to pass unrebuked. Milk from Virginia. v
Do men gather grapes of thorns or figs of
thistlesl Mix from Virginia! Are we mad!
Is this reall No, no. no! This is too much! ,
But let us be calm Give our too, too shat !
tered nerves a rest, least we tear this trltler
to tatters Ha ha! And now upon what
part of the rugged groupings of the appearing y
summit of the Comstock do the cows of Nir- !
ginia feed! Go to! 1t is too much! 7
My son, (and we do hope this notice will
reach Mr. Leslie and by him be brought to a
The attention of this misguided young man,
md that he will punish him by putting his ,
picture in the Chimney Corner among the
elf made men of our times), my son, do you
know that you are liable to have somebody
hoot you with the weapon which was invent
ID by the Great American Fool-kier!
When the people of Cuba send to Connecti-