The record-union., 1896-07-05

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gretful sigh as the party was finally
landed at Pioneer Mills and the fun
was over. Electric cars were in wait
ing at the depot, and many sleeper
was awakened by the unwonted sound
of electrician bells as they changed up
the otherwise deserted streets of the
/ city at 12:4o a. M, conveying the ex-
! cursionists to home and a few hours
of sleep before daylight brought to
them again "the common round of
daily TOLL
On the same evening at ST. Paul S
| Sunday-school rooms a social was Civ
| Ell, the last of the series which the
| school have been giving through the
winter. 1t was we'll attended, in spite
cf the crowds that left the city with
the Native Sons. The programme open
ed with a striking tableau, which pre-
| Sented two scenes from the tragedy OF
Blue beard" in which Hobert Pier
son made a most impressive and wrath
| ful Blue beard in contrast to Theo.
Genung's lovely and entreating Fatima.
Five young ladies, whose names | fail
| ed to ascertain, hung upon the wall by
| the hair of their decapitated heads,
| looking fearfully and wonderfully
dead Miss Edith Lynn gave a lullaby
in remarkably sweet soprano. and was
recalled enthusiastically in encore. A
farce, entitled Bounce" written by the
Superintendent of the Sunday school,
Ashley Smith, with Walter Appleton
as star comedian, closed the pro-
gramme, which was enjoyable in every
rumber, and with the serving of ice
cream and cake made a most agreeable
finale to a most agreeable entertain
| ment.
| Judge Holl is right in the swim, -
| isn't he? I saw him last Sunday TAX
| iIg a spin on his wheel, arrayed most
! becomingly in a very swell suit of
! knickerbockers, white sweater and golf
! stockings, and a white linen helmet.
1 The Judge Is taking new lease. judg-
ing from appearances and that's what
every one would like to do who gets all
| out of this life that he can.
Friday evening the lecture given in
the English Lutheran Church on Six
teenth street was attended by a full
house. The lecture was exceedingly in
teresting and there have never at one
time been displayed so varied a number
| of views as those Illustrating this lee
ture. The lecturer, Mr.. Burnett, who is
/ said to be one of our own grown-up
| Sacramento boys, carried his audience
| from Holland, with its dykes and wind
mills, into Switzerland, across the Alps
! into the Valley of Chamouni thence to
/ Germany, where one viewed the won
derful architecture of the Kolner Dome
/ and other enchanting scenes on the
banks of the clear, flowing
Rhine 1t was certainly treat
to lovers of travel and foreign
/ scenes. and was very much enjoyed by
all present. The musical part of the en-
tertainment opened with an improvisa-
tion on the Organ by Mrs. Abbie Ger
rlsh-Genung, followed by q. vocal sole
/ hy Miss Eva Reeves, Happy Days,
r! Strelezski, with cello obligato rem
Gered by DR.. Prentiss of the Southern
| Pacific Railroad Hospital. The Holy
! City" was next sweetly sung by Mrs
Bessie Osborn-Ell After the clos
| ing words of the lecture a mandolin
/ quartet was given by Mr.. and Mrs
Stever, Miss Pauline Neister and Har-
~ Gates. and a male quartet. Rocked
in the Cradle of the Deep by Nessrs
! Johnson Smith, Bauer and Koening
both of which were warmly recalled
| Good instruction and much needed cul.
! tiVati0n on the part of the afore-men-
toned gentlemen, who are banded to-
gether for vocal purposes under the
name and style of athletic Quartet,
! " ould make a great improvement II
some really good voices. It was after
1 10 O'Clock before the programme wa:
finished, and all expressed themselve.
well pleased with the evenings enter.
tainment.
Isn't it remarkable how readily chill
dren take" to some people, while Others
they would never dream of addressing
| am forever being acccsted by children
on the street. boorblacks. newsboys
flowers -girls-it doesn't make any differ
cnce what the grade in life they sprins
from, they seem to feel instlnctively
that they will find an interested listene
in me. / guess il is because / like chill
dren. but they are always right. any
way. One day last week at the depot
it was Saturday afternoon, / remember
fol | was waiting for my train. when
felt my sleeve pulled, and tuning abou
beheld a small specimen of humanity
in straw hat and knee pants, with a bis
bundle of papers under his arm. ''Lool
here" he exclaimed with subdued ex
citement in his voice. j looked and be
held nothing but a woe-begone counte
nance. portrayed by picture in one cor
I of la fran Ia
work Of arms in different stages of mus
cular development. / didn't understan'
X in the least, but had not long to wait
for the forthcoming explana ton. That
Corbettl" said my youthful friend
This here" indica ting the spot with
grimy little fore4inger, is Sharkey'
| arm-look at it, he exclaimed. WAKING
enthusiasts as he viewed critically tn
wonderful and gigant.cally developed bi
ceps, that's Sharkeys arm rs il?
] ventured inqufringiy, reluctant t
display my ignorance on so eyidentl,
important a question Of the day. Yes
, he made answer. kindly ignoring m,
stupidity that there Is Sharkey's arr
that beat Corbett. Why Corbet
couldn't beat a sailor boy. could he?
Mo- / said. Il suppose not; il doesn'
always do TO have teo good an opinio
: OF ones self. some one Is bound to com
along some time or other who will TAX
the conceit out of yoG : You bet h
answered aflirmativaiy, yes. that's so,
| he further remarked. and as the be
; changed and boarded my tra.e hear
: him stiil soliloquizirg with o wise va