Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1893-1895, 1893-09-05
THE DEAFNUTE LOVERS.
How Mayor Darcy Served the
Newport Crowd.
OUR EDITOR At THE SEASIDE
Some One Plays a Prank on Gov
ernOr PennOyer.

Come where the cool winds blows
And chills your nose
And the landlord swells his bile;
Or camp where the sand
On the Nye Creek bills
Your eyes and gizzard fills:
THE DEAFMUTE LOVERS.
The bridal couple were on the train
coming over. This time they were
deafmutes. Four other deafmutes were
with them, also well-dressed. bright
looking young persons. They were
either people who were in love, too, or
who already knew what it was, or who
were going to know directly. If you
think a deafmute can't have any fun
in this world, please revise your reckon
ing, They look real hard at one an
other as though they could see one an
others souls, and the way their fingers
play, their hands aud arms gesticulate,
and smiles and glances chase like light
ming flashes over their countenances,
surpasses by about four hundred per
cent any fun people can have who are
in possession of all their senses. Ger
tainly it seems as though we would
know more if we had less senses. 1t
would be a good thing for seven-eighth
of humanity if they could neither talk
nor hear, if it made them all as happy
as these people were. LoYe making in
the deafmute language is all done by
signs, and can be carried on with per-
feet seclusion In a crowded car as well
as in the solitude of q front porch be-
hind the ivy. 1t was almost equal to
bathing in the surf to see the waves of
color dash over the handsome young
brides face as her friends plagued her
about her dsrk-complexioned young
husband. did not see them kiss each
other but that is done understand in
the new lip movement and not by the
old French finger language.
HOW DARCY GOT EVEN
There is an immense crowd comes
down to the wharf aud stares at new
arrivals. 1t is said ex-Mayor darcy
of Salem was stared at SO hard by the
assembled Salemites at the beach that
pretended they had never seen him be-
fore, that he nearly fell off the gang
plank. He got even with them how
ever; at his room he practiced on a
blank, stony, wall-eyed stare until he
got it to perfection and then for the
month he was here he never failed to
put In his appearance with his stare
whenever the boat landed. 1t is a
great privilege to stare at one until they
almost want to leap into the sea. 1t Is
''stare decjsus."
AN IRISH WELCOME.
1 visited the new hotel Monterey two
miles down the beach at Big Greek.
Nearly all the Salem families who used
to camp on Nye Creek are here this
year, a regular little town. If this
keeps on 1t will have to be named Sa-
lem beach. 1t is where Col. Wagner
and Ed. Cross got 30 fat on rock oysters
they went home looking like as if they
had the mumps. The house is owned
and run by Col. Fitzpatrick, a genial
Irishman from Astoria, who does not
have to rob people to live, for he owns
a big cannery. Great fireplaces crack
in all the public rooms of the house and
he Is not at all afraid of a newspaper
man. 1 have seen hotels on the coast
where the owner seemed to fear his
name or his house would get into print
and somebody would find him out and
there would come fifty or hundred
people instead of four or six. Col. Fitz-
patrick ia going to get the hundreds.
He has entertained the finest people
from the valley this year and all are
delighted. He bas a royal Irish hos
pitality about him that is bound to win.
CLAIMS are served whole aud berries are
not quartered.
THE SEA LIONS.
Early In the season some monster sea-
lions were washed ashore here and lie
on the beaches. One old bull
nearly twenty feet long is a great sight.
He lies all sprawled out. His head
was battered in by the surf before he
,ame ashore. Enough grease and in
TO make half a carload Of the
salem soap factory whale oil soap is
'pread out on the sand. The sea-gulls
nave picked his eyes out and the crows
walk right through his anatomy, which !