Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-11-23
"BAgKVOODS BELLIES.
OUR LAKE COUNTY CORRESPONDENT
HEARD FROM AGAIN.
A Pike County Man Who Does Not Ap
preciate Her Writings-Result of
the Election.

A few days since was asked by an old
gentleman whether l knew what had be-
come of "B. B." and &c. c." He said he
saw an occasional article by Laura but
had heard nothing of either of the others
for some time. feigned ignorance of my
own whereabouts, but concluded that the
world at large missed my literary effusions
and was longing for another artistic effort
from my pen. One old Piker said it would
serve you right if everybody would stop
taking your paper and you would go to
your grave a pauper; that my articles
were disgrace TO civilized society. Just
think of me, a true daughter OF Missouri,
doing anything disgraceful. In Missouri
we go by the euphonious name of "pukes."
| Now, isn't there something sublime in that
one little world such world of meaning,
so classic so pleasing to the ear? Now,
don't you wish you were Missourian?
We had an election here week or two
ago. and poor Jack is way down in the
mouth, and pa, who is Democrat, is way
up in the mouth. Every old Democratic
moss-back got back into Office and the
poor, unsuspecting Republicans are taking
! a trip up Salt river to recuperate. l made
slight error, the Republicans managed to
''scrouge" out two old fossils, and elected
the County Superintendent and Auditor.
The Superintendent-elec if you please,
is lady Ma is away, and pa was so ex-
cited to think that a woman got into Office
that he rushed down town to telegraph
the news to ma, but found the wires down.
He said it was no wonder the wires were
down, considering the amount of wire
! pulling that had been done for the last two
or three months The Superintendent
elect was given a grand ratification supper
at the Upper Lake House.
Upper Lake is beautiful little town
about ten miles from Lakeport. 1t is one
of those aristocratic little places whose
very atmosphere breathes of classic cul-
ture and refinement. 1t is place where
Homer or Virgil night have gone for in
spiration. But didn't mean to describe
the town but the Supper" Everybody
was there, including "the butcher, the
baker, the candle-stick maker" The poor,
defeated candidate for Superior Judge was
all smiles, and | noticed when you didn't
look at him his sweet, brown eyes were
humid with unshed tears and his smile
faded like a summer sigh" while his face
assumed a defiant you wait-a-couple-
of-years expression. The Judge-elec was
even-if such IL thing be possible-more
chivalrous, courteous and gracious to the
ladies than ever. The lady IN whose
honor the supper was given, looked like
brilliant conception of Titan or Murillo
just stepped from its frame. She accepted
the honors thrust upon her most gracefully,
and was toasted as becomes one in such an
exalted position.
On my right at the banqueting board
sat an Upper Lake dude who had the blase
air of a young swell who had run the
gantlet of a Partisan season. He be-
slowed a most charmipgly seductive smile
upon me and asked me if | heard the
band on his hat l tried not to look as
tonished and answered, "No; do you ?"
"No," says he, ~ can't hear it for the
drum in my ear.n You can imagine with
what conflicting emotions that answer was
three times to make assurance doubly
sure" that / was alive, for such brllliancy
would have taken away even the breath of
Mark Twain or Bill Nye. The menu was
simply perfect; it consisted, as near as my
memory serves me, Of
Soup de la luke-warm water
Turkey de tough.
Salad a Ia Clear Lake lobster.
Sandwiches du pain rassis.
Hash q Ia mosaic.
Cafe a la grounds
Butter la John Sullivan.
Champagne a la absent.
Everybody did ample justice to the
sumptuous feast, and went home with
three cheers for the new Superintendent.
Me and Jack expect to be married about
Xmas time, and Pll write you all about
the wedding. Au reyoir. &C.
Lakeport, November 14th.