Los Angeles herald., 1892-03-12
STORIES OF THE STREET.

Clay M. Greene, the famous play
writer, has been in Los Angeles for the
past week. Mr.. Greene has written
some of the most successful plays now
before the American public. His latest
play, which is being produced by w. II.
Crane, is earning thousands OF dollars
ior that clever actor, and incidentally for
the playwright. "Los Angeles is she ideal
spot on this earth for home," said Mr..
Greene, as he puffed at deep, dark,
full -blooded Cuban cigar; II have been
talking it over with my wife, and we
have concluded to buy home here and
for the balance of our lives spend six
months in New York and six months in
Los Angeles"
xxx
Just across the lobby from the ticket
Office of the Los Angeles theater the up
town ticket office of the Union Pacific
road is located, as the travelling public
we'll know. Scarcely a day passes but
that half a dozen long-haired, rugged
roamers tackle Treasurer Will Conant
for tickets to all points of the compass.
Yesterday, while busily engaged in deal
ing out tickets for The Spider and the
Fly, fully dozen applicants for railroad
tickets put in an appearance with null
tiplicty Of questions as to what time the
next train departed, how much the fare
was to Oshkosh or elsewhere in the
nethermost blizzard land. While max
ing change for two seats, Mr.. Conant
was suddenly startled by commotion
out in the lobby. The group around the
box office was rudely pushed aside by
a long, lank individual with fringe of
orange-colored whiskels under his chin.
"What can you put me through to
Kansas City for?"
"That depends" said Mr.. Conant,
blandly. "If you want to go by cold
storage, it will cost you $9S. 25."
Oh cold storage. / want to 60
hot" said the bearded stranger.
"Perhaps you would like to 60 by tele-
graph" persuasively continued the
blonde treasurer. "In that case it will
cost 1926. can ship via Samoa, If you
prefer to 60 that way"
"See here, young fellow; don't want
no nonsense. Isn't this here ticket
office ?''
"No, sir; it's butcher shop" said
the treasurer, and the fringe of orange
whisker faded in the dense atmosphere
of curses.
"Lawyers do not always strike the
line when they essay scriptural quota
tions," said Judge Smith the other day
in one of the lulls in the proceedings
when jury was out. 81 remember a
certain attorney who quoted Sterne's
beautiful sentiment, God tempereth the
wind to the shorn lamb Imagine my
surprise when l heard it accredited to
the scriptures. Another attorney, in
making forensic effort on the point OF
purity, began by saying: Gentlemen
OF the jury, let me call to your mind
that beautiful thought from the holy
scriptures: BLESSED are the pure in
heart, for they shall inherit the earth.
There was minister and two or three
deacons on that jury, and the way they
fdgeted when they heard that misquo-
tation was a caution. 1t was not long
ago that a certain lawyer twisted around
an ancient legal axiom until it read :
Better that ninety-nine innocent men
should suffer than one guilty man
escape.'"
"A group of drummers were gathered
il the reading room of the Hollen beck
yesterday, and naturally talk turned on
their achievements in the line of loading
up merchants with their commodities.
There was good deal of bloviation-
they had all made phenomenal sales.
Finally sad-eyed member of the party,
who had silently listened to the wonder
full achievements of his fellows, turned
to them and said: "Do you boys notify
your firms daily as to your wherea-
bouts"
"Why, no." said the most clamorous
talker, II usually give them my orders
once week."
"And 30 do we," chimed in others.
"Just what / thought" said the sad
eyed man. 'Now I have to telegraph
my whereabouts to the firm daily"
"Why so?"
"Well, you see, send in 30 many or
ders that my firm insists on having my
address every day, so that they can stop
my work and have an opportunity OF
catching up with my orders"
II wouldn't have believed it if I
hadn't seen it," said Joe Wheaton, a
we'll known dry goods drummer, who
had Just returned from Bay 'nclimate,
to brace of friends at the Nadeau last
night.
"Believe what ?" asked one of them.
"Why, they are running lawn mowers
in front of the cable cars down in San
Diego, now"
wv
"Some people boast of not having lost
day in five years, but l haven't lost
twenty minutes in ten years." said a
thin man with worried expression on
Spring street, yesterday.
"How's that ?" queried bystander.
"Well, was a freak in dime mu-
scum in Chicago for many years, and
we gave twelve shows day. Now Pm
a gripman on the cable road"
A SERIOUS ACCIDENT.