Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-05-25

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The reporter stepped out on the drivers
platform of town-bound Carey car to
enjoy his cigar.
Don't hear anything startling" was the
drivers response to the scribe's request for
news.
That's queer" said the newspaper man.
Il should think GARDINER would see
more of the goings-on about town than
anybody?'
Yes, we do see good deal, but it's
chiefly cranks that we see."
''Cranks?'
"Yes, cranks-millions of cranks-
cranks everywhere. l do believe that all
cranks flood to the street.cars to torment
the driver. Big cranks, little cranks, noisy
cranks, mysterious cranks-all kinds of
cranks."
oh, you're getting prejudiced," sug.
gested the reporter.
NO, Pm not. Pm just giving you facts.
Now, for instance" and the driver turned
and directed the reporters attention to q
nervous looking man who occupied a seat
inside next to the fare box-''see that fell
low there? Well, watch him. He's one of
'em-he's regular customer of mine.
call him the '6dgety crank Keep your eve
on him now. He will get off at Third
street, and has been doing so for months.
The reporter turned his back to the
horse so as to get good view of the '.fidg.
ETY. crank" True, he was fdgety. He
squirmed about in his seat, and his ewes
never rested for more than second on any
| one object. When the car passed Fifth
street his restlessness became all the more
noticeable.
What do you think of him ?'' INQUIRED
| the driver with a cnuckle.
Fourth street was now reached. and the
| ndgety man could hardly keep his seat.
With one hand he clutched the bell.rope.
and he was twisting his head nearly off IN
the. endeavor to get squint at Third
street. Finally he did see it. The car was
fully thirty yards yet from the crossing
Clang! went the bell, and the fidgety man
made dive for the door, trodding promis.
cuous corns and bunions on the way o;1t
Reaching the platform he sprang off while
the car was still in motion, tumbled over
on the cobbles, was nearly run over by an
express wagon, and finally reached the
sloewaiS Wlld-eyed and dusty, and shaking
his fist at the car.
The car, OF course, stopped at the cross
ing, but as there was no one then to get off
the driver whipped up his nag again.
well" said the driver merrily. "what
do you think of the fidgety cramp? He
does that same trick every day. If
stopped the car in the middle of the block
for him he'd be madden than a hornet
He'd want to know why l didn't drive on
to the corner. But he never waits until 7
get to the corner, and usually gets a tumble
IN the Dust; and then l get abused. In fact
get abused anyhow. Oh, car drivers
lot is happy one, and no mistake
Gee whizz, but this is windy, amt it?n
said the deacon yesterday afternoon. as he
boarded a red car, and began digging in
dustrlously into the corners of his ewes
with his handkerchief I'm most
blinded"
The man who never misses an oppor.
portunity to strike up an acouaintauce
was also on the cars.
Wlnd!' he exclaimed. Call this
WIND? Whv you folks don't know what
wind is. You ought to stop while in
Cheyenne, where | come from. and be
educated on the subject of wind. You see
wind there that is wind. WHY. nobody
ever thinks of sweeping out their
houses there. All they have to do there is
to tie the furniture to staple-all Chey.
enne houses have staples in every room
open the doors and windows, and the
wind does the business 1t sweeps the
house as clean as whistle from cellar to
garnet before you could say Jack Robin
son. You never see any garbage LAWN
around the streets there. Not much. Ifa
person taxes barrel of stuff to the door.
the wind don't give him chance to empty
1t into the gutter. 1t is just snaked out of
his hands and whlrled off into the coun-
try seven miles. Then another thing is
the"
But the deacon could stand no more.
He gave the bell-cord a spasmodic Jerk
and bolted for the street.
OAK Park car was moving slowly town
wards. Ball game was Just over and car
crowded. Fat girl occupied rear seat and
had her new sun-shade sticking across the
aisle. Enter conductor to collect fares.
Managed to leap over sunshade safely. But
car gave jerk and conductor sat on para
sol: Broke it. Apologies and confusion.
How much is it WORTH"
"Three dollars"
Here's your money"
Thanks :"
Car continues townwards. Enter con-
ductor to collect another fare. Fat girl
wants to get off. Conductor pulls bell and
assists fat girl to her feet. Car gives an.
other sudden jerk. Fat girl and conductor
fall Conductor underneath. Apologies
and confusion again. Conductor is extri-
Gated
Fat girl-"Did hurt your"
Broke my watch"
How much is it worth %
lall
Here's your money"
Thanks. We're square now.''
Guess so. No. I'm out parasol.'
And I'm out watch"
But paid you for it."
SOL"
That's so, too; then we are square.
Shake"
Look here, Mr. Reporter" said we'll.
known member of the local Typographical
Union, You folks are always whooping
it up for pioneers, the discoverer of gold.
the Oldest native son, the first California so
and so, and all that. Now, why is it that
we have never heard anything about the
first printer in California?
Haven't got around to him vet, Ieuess."
replied the reporter evasively.
well. his turn ought to come around
pretty soon.
"Why?"
well, they are making big preparations
down in Ventura to celebrate his one hun
dredth anniversary on the 5th of June.
He has been a resident there for many
years. It's funny that we haven't heard
much about him at this end of the State,
while monuments are going up to Mar
shall, and New England Pioneers are be.
ing dined and wined. He's a genuine pio.
neer, from way back"
Tell me about him." said the reporter
getting interested.
Certainly. His name is Juan de la
Rosa. and he will be 100 years old next
month. 1t was way back in 1888 when
General Santa Ana sent him to California
with q Mexican Government printing and