Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-12-31
DARK DAY IN TOWN.
Sky and Atmosphere Go in
Mourning for the Death
of the Old Year.
OLD SOL STRUGGLES HARD
To Break Through the Dense Clouds,
but Has to Give Up the Job.
A GALA DAY FOR THE SKATERS.
Some Fancy Figure Cutting Being Done by
Experts on the Ice.
OLD SOL STRUGGLES HARD
GALA DAY FOR THE SKATERS.
Some Fancy Figure Cutting Being Done BY
Experts on the Ice.
AN OLD BOY OF 50 CUTS A CAPGR

The dark drear days of December promise
to wind up gloomy record unless old Sol
does more for a people suffering for sweet
ness and light than was done yesterday.
All day a grim somber AID heavy cloud
of smoke hung over the city through which
an occasional unacceptable fake of snow
sifted. Early in the morning a troop of
merry whirling snow drops rushed over the
hills, and taking pity on the glum city be-
low, attempted to make life here little
brighter BY providing feathery covering for
streets sullen in mud and SCOT. These same
fakes in their downward journey were met
bv an opposing upward rush that was ap-
palling and disastrous Smoke, flame and
fire from Thousand gaunt mill chimnies
and many thousands of homes, formed an
impenetrable hot air barrier in which the
myriad cherry snow fakes met an ignoble
death.
Their delicately beautiful crystal forms
were first transformed into tiny rain drops.
The weeping fakes struggled still lower,
only to find their delicate forms entangled
in g strange cumbrous garment caused by
countless carbon deposits from the mills
Fell Upon All Alike.
At last, the once f1eecy snow fakes found
the city streets, where they dropped lightly
upon the faces of the rich and poor alike,
leaving black mark, and these same peo-
pie would snuff the smoky air, and shrug
their shoulders at the old time shower of
soot What pathetic fate for the once
cheerful bright snow cloud that had naught
put good intentions to blame for it's death
A city's busy life went or, all unheeding
the absence of a sun that was only misrep-
resented BY a reddish colored, disgusted
looking disc that peered appealingly through
the smoke and fog for a short while, then
skunk away behind the bleak western hills
with a resolve to try it again at the usual
time this morning.
Early yesterday morning the street cars
started their daily rounds armed with q
glarlng headlight that didn't glare.
Almost Put Out the Lights.
As they plunged over the hill and into
the darkened city the lights seemed extin-
guished by the smoke and fog as completely
as if a wet blanket had obscured them
Wells were q necessity, and they were dot
ted wells, speckled with fluffy black.
Another story is to tell of the scene in
the suburbs where there was no smoke, nor
CRIME, nor street cars on time, and where
an Unexpectedly beautiful appearance was
present ted by the trees. While those of
this world either slept in comparative
harmlessness or were busily engaged in
doing such evil unto others as they would not
have done unto them, fair nature was at
work with deft hands in fashioning- a sur
prise for unappreciative man. Every tree
trunk and limb and tiny branch, every
stick, stone and hedge was covered with
deiicatelv and marvelously arranged frost
CRYSTALS, woven in a thousand mysterious
ways BY hand that never loses its cunning
with age or overwork, nor ever becomes
discouraged because mere material man
passes her unobtrusive sweetness by or
crushes it under foot.