Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-06-30

home, by the cradle, where her authority
is supreme, and her retirement in keeping
with the purity, virtue, and sacredness oI
her life.
1t was out at cannery, and / saw rs
beautiful girl as ever graced and adorned
| the home of her birth actually engaged in
carrying large baskets of fruit to corner
where she would be seated on box in the
midst of filth and flies, pitting and pealing
the fruit with pair of hands so slender
and soft and white that God knows they
were never intended to do such work as
! that. But there she sat, unmindful that
she was indeed a slave, and | would almost
be willing to stake my life that the earnings
of that fair frail little creature contributed
| to the support of some worthless father, be.
cause no decent man would put s0 tender
and beautiful 4 girl rs that in a place
where tenderness and beauty will fade
| away, and sweet pure, simple character
made to feel and bear the burdens of toll
and what should be the springtime of he1
life made dark and dreary, without pleas.
ures and without hope.
This is but one instance in many. You
will find the same example on every hand
men lounging and women working, and
say what you will, ease yourself as YOU
may, this idleness and profigacy among
men and increasing labor among women
means eventually disaster to both. "If |
had my way about it." remarked prom
inent State official to me the other day, 81
would levy a tax sufficient to support every
woman in the land, and the first one |
caught using a wash-tub or typewriter
would be punished, and the first man that
would refuse to contribute his share |
would hang; and in ten years we would
have the best race Of people in the world"
We shook-because those were my senti-
ments, too.
There is prominent State official who,
like all other men who have brains and
character, has one or two very pronounced
preiudices, and the one probably more
fully developed than are others in his
antipathy towards the telephone. He has
one near his desk in his private Office, and
every time it rings the accusing spirit
which carries the oath to heavens
chancery bushes, etc; but he is always
very prompt in answering it, nevertheless.
Some very near and dear friends of his
knowing this popularity regarding the
telephone, resolved to test his endurance
and patience to the utmost, and adopted the
following plan: 1t was agreed that each
one of them land there were dozen in
ALL should at stated time during the
day ring up Mr.. Official and ask him if he
had seen "a man by the name of Fitzger-
aid" from one of the upper counties, who
was in the city and inquiring for him.
| CHANGED to be in the office on this
very day and will state what occurred dur
ing my stay. 1t was about 10 o'clock Mon
day morning and Mr. Official sat down to
his desk with the intention of opening a
large pile of letters which had accumulated
during few days he had been absent in
the city, and answering the most import
ant ones at once. He had Just about fin
ished the second letter, when ding-aling-
ling-ling-ling sounded the bell of the tele-
phone.
There go it! old telephone, Just as !
am busy. You never fail. Well, hello
What? Yes, [ am him. Who? Fitz
him, what of it? All right, much obliged,
good bye"
Our worthy official then resumed his
seat, and opened another letter, when
bang! went the old telephone again
This time he never said word, but walked
up to the machine with a frown on his
face, and the following one side of the con.
versation was heard: Hello! Yes, who
Fitzgerald! No, l haven't seen him
Good bye. If that man Fitzgerald wants
to see me very bad why don't he hunt me
up, instead of inquiring all over town." he
murmured, as he again resumed his seat
This time several minutes elapsed, but
finally the telephone bell sounded again
and Mr.. Official again went to hear what
it had to say. The usual hellos and whose
there's were said, and our friends voice
increased in volume and energy when he
| this time said, Say who is this fool
Fitzgerald? ? Why don't he come up here y
But the circuit was broken; he got nc
answer. so resumed his seat.
He murmured something about the -
- -, and | hoped and prayed that
the internal bell would not ring again, but
it did. And as it rang our worthy official
| wheeled around in his chair, looked al
me, then at the telephone, and said 81 am
agoing to that telephone again this time
and answer it, but the next time it rings il
can rant its - head off and | shan't
touch it. What? Who? Fitzgerald
| Say, in the name of God, who is this mar
Fitzgerald? Tell him that | am not
working for the telephone company, and
if he wants to see me come up. Good bye
Fitzgerald (musing)-I wonder what or
earth the man wants, looking all over
town for me-"
Ding-a-ling-ling-ling-ling rang the bel
again. This time he fairly few at il
and for minute thought the last mo-
ments for the telephone were close al
hand, and when l heard him answer
"Who did you say? Fitzgerald | knew
the climax had come and it had
Talk about the blue tint of summer
sky, the atmosphere became so blue in
the room of that official that it smelt like
the fumes of sulphuric acid. So l stag.
gered to the door and made my escape
started down town and met repair
man" of the telephone company coming
up with all his tools and two rolls of wire
/ asked him if he was going to build new
line. He said no; but something like
| lightning had struck the wires around the
Capitol building, and for four blocks they
had actually been torn from the poles
He passed on, but | afterwards heard moth
ing was ever seen of him again. He rar
up against the same ak that our enragec
official had used in demolishing the wires
and he now lies buried meath the dome
of the Capitol. BYsTANDER.
|
Russell Sage at dinner party not Ions
ago entertained his right-hand neighbor,
famous Republican lawyer, with reminis
cences of his life. He concluded his auto
biographical sketch with these words
Upon looking back over my life l canno
think of a single act that l would alter i
l could" "By which suppose he meant,
commented the famous Republican lawye
subsequently, "that he never missed
chance to make all the money he could
John OConnor, one of the best of Eng
lish scene painters, who united the merit
of the old and new schools, is dead. H,
was for many years in the Haymarke
| Theatre under Buckstone's management
His picture of old st. James Palace, fo
the act-drop at the St. James Theatre
was fine enough to be framed and his in
teriors were marvels of artistic realism.