St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-09-08

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tired in linen and
tie appropriate for the ball room. hat
and coat for a fishing excursion, bal
looms for trousers and a pink sash
suited to the ''SWeet girl graduate"
One or two of them were at the EXPOSE
ton last Week-nOt as eXhibits-but
with friends. They are not to be seen
every day, but do actually exist.
Col. w. S. King leaned back on the
cushions in the smoking room of a Pull
man car on the Burlington road the
other night, and gave some reminis-
cences that were quite interesting. II
suppose you think this is a hard news
pape year? Well, you should have
been here when | ran the Atlas, and L
think you would realize how hard it was
to make collections. l used to take
wood, butter, turnips, and even old
iron in payment for subscriptions. l
remember that l happened to remark
that we were troubled with rats at our
house, and an old fellow brought me
two kittens in a bag, and, when |
thanked him, said: oh, never mind
thanking me; just give me credit for
a years subscription on the Atlas |
did so. but 1 thought it was rather small
for even those early days"
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Rambling along in a reminiscent vein
old ThaumaturguS continued: "Im
afraid East Minneapolis has missed it
that a park was not set aside when land
was cheap and money scarce. Just think
what q magnificent park Nicollet island
would have made: and it was offered to
the city for $1,000. l have always
thought the council would have bought
it if John Thompson, who opposed the
plan, had not made a bet of an oyster
supper with George A. Bracket on the
result. Well, he won his supper, and
the city lost the park. The island
couldn't be bOu hit for a million dollars
to-day. Rather like selling a birthrlght
for a mess of pottage, wasn't it? And
there's Central park. When that swamp
was bought a portion of the bluff, a per-
feet woodland gem, could have been
bought for almost nOJning-Say $1,000.
Do you know that in 1876 l offered a
tract of land that included Lake Harriet,
with the exception OF a small strip on the
west shore and ran clear back nearly to
Twenty-eighth street, for $4,000, and
offered to take city bonds. NJ. W. Glenn
got up in the council and said, Bill
King had better go back to Washington
instead of trying to unload his property
on the city, Three or four of us after
wards bought a tract of land for $4,000,
right where the Washburn and Johnson
residences are now, and held it for the
city to buy for park purposes without a
dollar of profit to ourselves, but the
| council wouldn't do it. Very few in
those days had any idea of how valuable
land would become within a dozen
years."
When the Tribune took unto itself the
Evening Star as a running mate Its
press was used to run Off the editions of
the afternoon paper. Then for the first
time the Journal folks got an accurate
! count of the Stars phenomenal circula-
ton. 1t was found that, although the
Star had boldly asserted it had some
! $4,000 circulation, it only printed half
that number of papers. This interest
ing fact was used with effect by the
| Journals advertising solicitors. A. j.
| Blethen heard of it and was very wroth.
He has addressed a confidential clrcu-
lar to business men in which the per-
sOnal pronOun ''I' occurs about twenty
five times in as many lines. He scores
the Journal for its undetermined meth
DDS, and declares that the men employed
on it who are seeking to injure the
Tribune-Star are all indebted to him
for the positions they hold, and leaves it
to the reader to conjecture how much
sharper than a serpent'S tooth is a thank
less child.
An interesting discovery made by
these counts" which the Journal has
been getting on the Tribune, is that the
Tribune last week was printing 400
papers less daily than it was before the
reduction was made to two cents a day
for the Tribune, with the Star thrown
in gratis.
J.. T. Mannix has a childlike and
bland way of narrowing up the feelings
of a citizen without showing the least
malice. Last evening he spoke to a
gentleman in a motor car and remarked
"Living in the Eighth ward now?"
Eyes, up on the motor line at --
avenue.
"Ah, yes" said ManniX. 'up where
young Fisher was killed."
The Eighth warder went on his way
wondering what his chances would be
for a fate similar to that of Fisher.
An Editor Secured.