Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-11-16
THE CITY OF ROSES.
OUR BACKwO0Ds BELLE" WITHIN
THE CITY LIMITS.
What She Finds Beautiful and Amusing
The Wonderful ColorinS of
the Street Cars.

and moons IN its classic shades and not be
wildly enthused with its manifold charms.
1t must be some chronic, whose liver and
lungs are not built to affiliate with any
climate under the shining sun. 1t is a
huge garden, where the air hangs sweet
and heavy with the breath of flowers. On
approaching it, the frowns and wrinkles
imprinted by the wooing OF the harsh dry
winds of less favored sections are smoothed
away from the weary Travellers counten-
ance, and one wonders why people can live
anywhere else, when real estate in Eden is
on the market.
When you anchor your bark and your
worldly plunder in this port, my Christian
friend, exert yourself towards getting
wharfage on Macdonald avenue A home
on the avenue is like the button on the
summit of Chinaman's capt denotes
rank. You may occupy ducal palace on
Tin Can alley or Rue Defunct Feline, but
to be thoroughly appreciated, you must
move your goat and tomato vines up on
Quality row. This is broad street, that
is ornamented with elegant homes but
they are not yet evened up correctly. Time
and real estate agents will erase the blots
on the landscape by having the row of
handsome fronts unbroken. Across the
street from palatial mansion stretches a
five-board fence, innocent even of the pie
bian whitewash, and glancing along these
you read at forty-rod glance, 'Smith's
Bile Beans" and many kindred legends
quite as pleasing to the literary appetite.
OFF and away, field of dusty weeds
leads to patch of tall corn where the
winds lash and thrash among the stiff
leaves and scatter them to the earth. Poets
have written whole crates of odes on the
"rustling corn" and "the garnered
sheaves," but a corn patch is corn patch,
after all. A group of mouse-colored Jersey
cows rest their wet noses on a bar of the
fence and gaze out wistfully into freedom
with soft, deep eyes. Adjoining delight
ful home rests an expanse of the homely
fruit that is never so picturesque nor elo-
quent as when made into the genial pie
the pumpkins, with their horny yellow
hides exposed to the sun and fog. The
corn has been cut away and the pumpkins,
like Maude Muller on a summers day,
"are left in the field alone" scrambling
around over the cloddy ground, rank and
green, and here and there a huge yellow
blossom CLEANS out with the audacity
which pumpkin alone can display.
There are people in the world who,
when taken out of their own atmosphere
of the very ordinary and placed among the
quality, remind US all of pumpkin BIOS
som in a bouquet of exotics. How ardent
must have been the youth in his first en-
counter with the tender passion, to have
waded around knee-deep in the clods and
dewy vines, and sitting on yellow squash
twanged his guitar and threw his voice
with his soul in it at his lady's easement.
And when she wound up an alarm clock
and set it in the window in response in
stead OF hcr heart throbs, how he must
have wished he was with home and
mother
The streets in this city are not built on
the conventional cast-iron plan that so
many towns have adopted. They go zig
tagging happily around, like forked light
n1l.I. A street will come staggering into
the main broad thoroughfare, and if there
happens to be a little patch of ground left
over by the streets capricious turn of
mind, it is fenced, and made thing of
beauty. People took time to build their
houses, and as q consequence there is an
enjoyable scarcity of the stiff, military
goods-boxes that are unhomelike and
homely. The varied and .iaunty archi-
lecture is in keeping with the queer style
in which the streets run. Fancy has been
given loose rein, and dreams of fairy land
have materialized. Flowers fowersl they
will some day smother the city with their
clinging aims and sweet, heavy breath.
Nowhere could there be greater profusion
and with such brilliant jackets. The fogs
that some see fit to fling vile epithets at,
are even freighted with the incense from
the fower-cups, and when the sun gains
admittance through the gray bank it
comes in glorious bright flood, quite un-
announced but very welcome.
In some parts of the city it seems quite
the fad to have corn and beans, and other
toothsome citrus fruits in the front yards.
Pale. sweet roses, dreamy-eyed marguer-
ties and honey-laden tuberoses dance in
the same set with the self-assertive onion
and the blooded dead beat.
And still the wonder grew
That one small mule could carry all he drew.
After G0ldsglth.
Santa Rosa has two street-car lines. One
trundles down towards the cemetery, and
the other vacillates between the baseball
grounds and the heart Of the city. Can
You imagine Market-street car halting in
front Of grocery and waiting, like Pa
tience en- a monument smiling at grief,
while passenger swapped half sack OF
dried peaches for three bars of soap, asked
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asked after the groceryman's health and
that Of his family for three generations
back, gave the health bulletins OF her fam
lily in exchange, told him she ''gethered
her eggs twist day" and that she thought
il might raiu next winter? Can you
Well they do it, and that is one victory
the country tallies over the great, big, fast
CITY. When winter drew on his overcoat
and declared war there were measures
taken for the protection of the public from
the bleak, cold air, aud, to speak for one
of the public | would rather pay my big
buck nickel and walk. The protective
measure was a closed car and such car,
my countrymeu. The colors were ab-
rupt they fought, they grated, they
rasped they would cause even an es-
thete to
Curl up his nose and his toes 10 the roots OF the
the daisies. -After oscar.
The upper part of the shebang dropped
over the lower section disconsolately, and
the colors would stop train. One half is
a skv blue and the other half sky red.
They are as raw as March wind, and
cause bilious flush 10 rest on the fair
eity when they pass. The windows rest
like soiled speetacles on the bridge OF the
critters nose. Rain and dust and grimy
fingers had decorated layishly with a
recklessness that was depressing 10 the eye.
And the duty of manipulating the mon
strosity devoiyed on one poor little yellow
mule. His dropping ears and lifeiess tail,
his detected pigeon-toed trot and sorrow
ING glance, all told too plainly the tumble
his nride had taken. Sometimes his mule
shin would wreak vengeance by yanking
The contraption off the track, and would
stand meek as Moses while crowd OF
three men and boy collected and lifted 1t
ON the shining rail again, the passengers
meanwhile munching peanuts. lie has
done this as often as three times IN one
block, and standing off and taking oird S, I,
eve view of his bete noir that was chained
to him for the rest of his natural lie'
would sigh and sigh. Poor mule
The hop-felds in the vicinity OF Santa
Rosa are we'll worth visit. If you had a
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