The record-union., 1892-10-19
CHATTER FROM TEE NORTH.
Beselena's Budget of Gossip About
Puget Sound.
The Willamette-Premfe Collision-Re-
marks About Theater-Goers-
And Other Reflections.

EDS. REcoRD-U UNION: Last Tuesday
afternoon, between 2 and 3 O'Clock, oc-
CURED fatal collision between the steam
boats Premier (which was on her way to
this city from New Whatcom) and VIII
lamette, bound for San Francisco. The
accident occurred in dense fog. -Four
persons were killed instantly and seven
teen others more or less injured. The
two vessels were so closely wedged to-
gether that they could not pull apart, SO
the Willamette pushed the Premier
ashore. The passengers were obliged to
remain on the island until assistance
came, which was several hours later; in
fact, they did not arrive in Seattle until
after l O'Clock the following morning.
The latest reports say the Premier can
be saved, but the fate Of the Willamette is
still doubtful. Most Of the injured were
moved at once to the hospitals, while
some few were taken to hotels. They are
all doing as well as could be expected.
l wonder why people like TO attend the
theater. For the pleasure to be derived
from it, of course / hear someone say.
| But just stop moment, my friend, and
see fits not more OF a desire to be seen
various temples of Thespis, rather than
a laudable desire for mental and moral
improvement. l say moral" because l
think a good play, wherein right is tri-
umphant in the end (as it always is in
plays and story-books), helps the morals
of even the best of us.
Now, when | go to the theater [ like to
enter fully into the spirit of the play; in
other words, like to be thoroughly illu-
sioniZed-don't you? OF course you do.
L don't like to sit in the very front row,
where all the men with the ''desolate
spots' hold forth, either, because Pm not
as bLaSe as they, and 1 like to think that
the bloom upon the cheek of the injured
heroine was put there by Dame Nature
herself, instead of coming from a two-bit
rouge-pOt.
l don't like to see brick wall futter-
ing wildly in every gust of wind; | don't
like to see whole house threaten to de-
molish itself when the leading lady falls
across the doorway in a dead faint, and
when the aforementioned heroine de-
nounces the heavy villain in scathing
terms, / don't like to see him stand be-
fore her like a log of wood with a sad,
tar-away look in his eyes, as though he
were thinking of the time when he could
redeem his beloved fur-trimmed over
coat from his uncle" with whom he in
considerably left it for the summer. AS
for the audience-well, l don't like to sit
in front of people who talk right straight
through an entire act. | don't like to sit
behind tall woman with hat the size of
Mount Rainier, and don't like to sit be-
hind a man who thirsts for a-clove (?).
once saw pIcture-I think it was in
PUcb-which suggested the idea of hav-
ing a bottle tied to a string and passing it
around the male portion of the audience
This would be good idea, think, don't
you?
Much has been said and written lately
about the delights Of suburban resi-
dence. In fact, if you want to be in the
social Swim" you must own a rural
villa, two, or even three, miles from
town-the farther away the better In
the morning you swallow your break
fast whole, rush pell-mell out of the
house and miss your car. Then you
storm and rave, as you tramp up and
down the platform. This improves your
temper, and so aids digestion. Then a
friend comes along who imparts the
gratifying intelligence that the power has
given out. and you are perforce obliged
to foot it into the city. Then, again, you
are perhaps out late some night Il will
not say ''celebrating''), and, coming
home. step off the car, and in the dark
You are as likely as not to land in pool
of water as any place else, or measure
your entire lordIy length on mother
earth. Then, again, there are COWS and
dogs that display nomadic disposition to
wander at their own sweet will over your
private property, with a charming dis
regard of your own personal feelings i'll
the matter.
And the agents! Ye gods and little
fishes! Their name is legion! They are
endowed with the patience of Job, the
courage of Napoleon, and the brass Of a
dime-museum manager. After various
experiences with these persistent gentry,
I find that tho nTllU tn a &c 2
the door-politely, gently, yet firmly
upon them. AS for nay way of living
well, l say every time give me the very
center anu heart of the city, with its life.
hustle and excitement; that is life, the
only life worth living.
a friend of mine Ia man, of cOurse)
once said to me that the ladies were maxi
ing walking tiower-gar6ens out OF them
selves, by wearing so many flowers in
their bonnetS, but [ wonder II anyone
has noticed the number and brilliancy of
the flowers the lords of creation have lat
terly taken to wearing in their button
holes? l suppose we may soon expect TO
see the sterner sex walking complaoently
down to business with the whole front
of their coats decorated with these bloom
ing posies. But flowers are innocent
things, and if the men-lolks want to be
vain, since they can't wear furbelows,
like women, why let them enjoy the
flowers.
Seattle has bran-new athletic club
which has been organized about two
months. The members have just settled
down in their new quarters. The young
bloods and some OF the old ones, tool,
are going in for boxing, la Jim Corbett,
football, ETC., and intend to develop their
manly limbs with a vengeance.
The international regatta Of the Puget
Sound Yachting Club was held in our
city last week, with headquarters at the
Grand Hotel. The yachts came from all
over the Sound, and participated in sew
eral races. While they were here the
blue waters of the bay looked very pic
turesque with the numerous white wings
dotting its surface. BEsELENA.
Seattle, Oct. 18th.
YOUNG WOMEN CHRISTIANS.