The evening light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1881-1883, 1883-01-30
GALV ESTON GOSSIP.
Fisherman Finds Two Tons of Red Fish
and Trout.

Fisherman Finds Two Tons of Red Fish
and Trout.
Laudable Efforts to Make the City n Great
Seaport.
Special Correspondence of the Evening Light.
GALVESTON, Texas, January 27.-The Brit
ish steamship Rochester, drawing IS feet and
II inches, passed safely through the jetties at
New Orleans. This indicates the results of
Ead's system of deepening channels, which are
the same as that now in operation here. But
unless larger appropriations are made for this
port, and Captain Mansfield is supplied with
means to keep the work constantly in pro-
erosion, there will scarcely be made such a
success of this harbor.
The pier agitation continues at intervals and
may serve the double purpose of stimulating
those most theoretically working for deep
water, as well as be the means of doing more
to make Galveston the great seaport that
Texas needs. Judging from the names of
those connected with this enterprise, there is
both money and brains to carry it to a sue
cessful issue.
The recent wintry, weather has seri-
ously injured our orange trees and
| oleander shrubs, to say nothing of lesser
beauties in shrubbery. To the aesthetics this is
a serious drawback, for in the absence of
forest trees OF any magnitude the orange and
lemon, being evergreen, are winter beauties.
The extreme cold snap was felt severely
among the hnny tribe, how severely may be
Judged from the fact that one party was en-
| al led a a. L.
jacent to the city two tons of chilled red fish.
and trout, the value of which he estimated at
$500. This, by the way, seems to a matter
OF TACT person as considerably overestimated,
but for the hsherman's sake trust it is cor
rect. To nonresident of this city it would
seem most natural thing that fish and oys-
tiers were abundant and cheap here, but the
truth Is both are scarce and very high. Such
fish hauls as the above mentioned should
cheaper them.
We are about to have established in
this city home for newsboys and boot
blacks. There is certainly no limit
| to the good which can be made tributary to
such move. The ladies of the Baptist church
have this in contemplation, and ask aid from
any and all sources. 1t is a move that finds
quick response in all Christian hearts, and too
much credit cannot be given to these true
home mission aries.
1t is with sincere disgust that assert that
this city is without peer when it comes to
mists and fogs, not that fashionable, indie
scribable smoky fog known in London, but
that horrible, thick. impenetrable, damp, drip
ping fog which penetrates the Joints and
lungs, and bathes the ladies' plumes so well,
that alter an opera, or evening out, hand
some hat OF ostrich plumes resembles a de-
feated chicken at champion contest.
In social circles there is dainty bit of old
gossip ahoat, dressed in a new costume.
which sounds very like the Jingle of
wedding bells, and they are loudest in the
neighborhood Of St. Johns Methodist church.
where the young and aesthetic pastor, Rev. G..
w. Briggs, has been supposed to find ire
slstable attractions in lovely Wood not
many blocks distant at whose shrine he will
modestly give himself away on the goth and
receive as recompense for his charity the
aforesaid lovely Wood.
| What an age of humbuggery this is and
how many poor dupe hands in his loose
change to swell the Golfers of the make-belieye.
There has been for week past trio of
wonder oracles doing our city, capturing loose
change from the unthinking masses, to whom
they sell worthless green fluid which they
declare to be an infallible remedy for all ills.
All sorts OF unreasonable things are attributable
to them, especially to the woman, who is be-
decked in tinsil. The more absurd their
performances are as they drive in their
curious vehicle through the streets, the greater
the crowd of hoodlums that throng about
them, while the dollars they capture for their
worthless stuff is sight well to be made a
subject for sermon.
We'll, we are despatched, muddy city,
with the fog enveloping US so closely that each
house is hid from its neighbor and the sound
OF the log horn is heard from the bay con-
stantly This is our wet moon. Let us live
in hopes the next will be a dry one
| GEpANpYns