St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-05-02
PHAsisS OF LIFE.

PHASES or LIFE.
EX-County Superintendent of Schools
W. j. Warren, who recently removed to
st. Louis to engage in business. is back
in the city of his youth gathering up the
odd ends of his interests here prepare
tory to removing his family to the Mis-
souri, metropolis. He is 10th to leave
Minneapolis and his first remark on his
return was minneapolis beats them all
as Il city TO live in. The lakes and parks
too, put it ahead of all other Western
Cities"
Mr.. Warren, by the way, is connected
with the National Photograph COM
pany, which proposes to make the phOn-
ograph the successor of the shorthand
man and typewriter in offices; he uses
it regularly in his messages home. In
stead of writing letter home, he
labOriouSly sits down before a phOno-
graph and talks to Mrs. Warren a while
and mails the message. which is read
there. On his return recently he picked
ND message he had sent his wife from
the South. 1t had been lying on
stand for couple of weeks and Mr..
Warren had a curiosity to hear again
what he had said. Taking it down to
the company's central Office his curiosity
was soon satisfied. The message came
out as distinctly as when it was spoken
in;O the phone.
Yesterday was dreary day at the
city hall. The explosion in the boiler
room in celebration of George Wash
ington'S centennial left the building en-
tirely without steam heat. 1t also
knocked out the swift flying elevator
and left the entire building cold, damp
and cherries. 70 add to the diScom-
fort the day was chilly and threatened
SHOW, and to cap the climax of alder
manic discomfort at least, it was clean
ing day and the jantOr had thrown up
the windows to allow the Montreal
blasts mix to with our naturally coy and
zephyr-like breezes. As a consequence
but little committee work was done. 1t
will be necessary to take out half a
sheet of the injured boiler and replace
it. That will take week at least, and
meanwhile the city hall can have
neither electric light nor steam heat.
c. p. Lowell intends to take vaca-
ton in July. and run down to Denver
to have a look at the town. He feels
somewhat of a personal interest in Den
yer, because he was there once before
good many years ago, when it was
not so we'll known as now. Thirty
years ago, in July. 1859, he was one of a
party of twelve young men who started
for pixies Peak or bust" They
struck Denver when there were but
fifty inhabitants there, and the town
consisted of few frame Shanties. The
party went to Pixies Peak, and Mr..
Lowell was one of the first men to plant
his flag there. All of the adventures
home, but he held on and did not return
to the quieter walks of life for eight
years. Returning by stage in the usual
Jehu-like manner which Hank Monk
made popular in the West, the coach
struck rock, became involved with it.
self, and the passengers became, after
flying trip through the air, more or
less familiarly associated with station
airy object. Mr.. Lovell'S brow caught
up and leaned Familiarity Oh sharp
corner of the bus, and when they
parted there was a deep cut over his
eye. Jumping up, obliviOus to the mar
row escape from death. he clapped his
hand to his face. and. thinking of the
coming family reunion, exclaimed:
"rhat will be - nice eye to go
home with"
Aid. j. S. Gray, the horticultural
statesman from the extension of Port
land avenue, has crossed the ocean four
times, and says he would like to make
the trip this summer if he could get
away. But not in an American vessel.
He has a prejudice against them, be-
cause he was once while crossing in an
American sailing vessel, blown down to
the Azores, 1000 miles out of his course.
The vessel was six weeks beating her
way to New York, and provisions ran
pretty short. Il never came so near
starving to death in my life said Mr..
Gray, I'VE we're so reduced that | used
to stand at the pen of two pigs they had
on board. and when the cabin boy came
out with the scraps, beg them from him.
When we got into New York they sent
we ate the whole load at one meal.
That was my first experience with
Yankees, and have never sailed in an
American vessel since, and never will.
The ship was the Resolute, and L am
glad to know that it was the first vessel
captured by the Alabama"
AyOung newspaper man of this city,
whose marriage to one of the bellies of
Minneapolis society has been an
nounced, received call at his home the
other night from railway ticket agent,
who told him he had read of his APP
preaching matrimonial venture. and
asked the small boon of selling tickets
for his bridal tour. The reporter was
simply paralyZed for minute, as he
had been struggling mentally with the
problem of how to work pass, and
Steadyiug himself against the door,
gasped: "Well, all the enterprise is
not confined to the newspaper bust
ness"