The record-union., 1896-06-14


plumbers committed continually through
the ignorance of a writer on the sub
Ject in hand, he should engage some
PROFESSIONAL musician to overlook the
musical references in his works. To be
sure, glar1ng as these faults appear to
| those who are informed on all matters
musical, 1t may be that the errors Of
noVeilsts are no greater in regard to
music than are the errors of musicians
In general with regard to other arts.
L want to quote a new version of an
old-time verse for the benefit of nv fell
low cyclists. Who among us has not
experienced the sensation expressed in
these pathetic and soul-stirrfng lines
which some way make one feel that the
cherished wheel may be after all, only
once removed cousin to the far-famed
bronco? Paste the little verse up where
your eye will fall upon it often, my
brother and sister cyclers, it may serve
the noble purpose of a beacon light,
Whlch Kept in sight, may warn you off
from threatening breakers:
Little drops of water,
Little heaps of sand,
Make the luckless cycler
Do the thing up grand"
1 have lately heard of another case
of an enterprising time Californian
which pictures to us one of the So
called weaker sex in a still different
light. 1t depicts the perseverance and
energy OF woman by name Mrs. Ann
Caster. a one-time resident of Yolo
County. Cal, now II years of age, who,
years ago, yearning for home of her
own and not knowing Just how she was
to get it in any other way, went bravely
to work and built it herself She secured
claim on Vashon Island, Puget Sound,
and with no assistance whatever, built
for herself a complete log house. At
that time the island was a stubborn
wilderness, so that even to clear a. place
ready for a house was a gigantic un-
dertaking. But nothing daunted the
determined woman. After saving,
hewing and flattening the logs for her
house she managed to move them in
place by a unique method. Gathering
quantity Of ferns, she proceeded to
b"uise them to pulp. After this was
done she placed the slippery mass under
the logs, thus moving them with COM
parative ease. She plastered her house
by putting the plaster on with her
hands, then smoothing it down with a
case knife. The entire house was built
In just fourteen days. 1t still stands
In the center of Vashon Island, and it's
owner and builder, Mrs. Caster makes
her living by the products of the soil
about her primitive little home She
las carefully cultivated the land, and
now has thriving orchards of various
fruits, besides a garden full of old
fashioned flowers. size also owns a
number of cows and many broods of
chickens, which help to swell her in
come. 1 have not heard that Mrs.
Caster wears boomers or rides a bike"
but L think no one can deny the fact
that she is a pioneer new woman in
the truest sese of the term
Did you go to the Caledonian picnic?
A great institution that; everybody and
ali his cousins attends in full force. and
II he is fortunate enough to be pre-
sented with a guest badge, he has ac-
cess to the chiefs tent and is treated
with all possible consideration by the
'Bonny Scots" What a fine DISPLAY
the lads and lassies make in their ma
tive plaidsl How inspiriting is the
sound Of the pipes, as the gayly-clad
clans-folk trip lightly through the
ever-changing figures of the "Reel O.
Tulloch," Highland fling and other
dances ever associated in the mind
with every phase of Scottish history.
Many queer incident occurs in a gath
ering of this kind before the time for
"hame gangin," some of them laugh
able enough.
AS tall, dark young man, well
known in musical circles stood apart,
gazing idly on the shifting KALEIDOSCOPE
ic scene before him, he was approached
by bevy of gay summer girls Have
you seen Dick?" inquired one pretty
girl of our tall friend referring to
certain musical favorite
'Oh, yes" replied the misunderstanding
rascal, with an air of owlish gravity.
"Tehy've laid him down under a tree
over there" Indicating the direction
with his index finger); 'she's, aw-wel.
just step over there, won't you, please,
and see what you think of him. but /
don't really think he's dangerous, you
know"
a funny incident occurred at the de-
Dot not long ago, which, though not
so entirely an uncommon occurrence.
was just as amusing in it's results as it
always is. A bearded man with merry
blue eyes paced back and forth wait
ing for the incoming overland train.
Soon the screech of the whistle herald
ed its advent, and squaring his broad
shoulders he took a position from
which he could scan to best advantage
the windows of each car as it passed.
AS the train slowed down, he was
heard to utter an exclamation of pleas
ure on catching sight of one of two
blonde heads in a car that had Just
passed. Without waiting for the train
to come to standstill, he darted
aboard, and throwing his arms about
one OF the possessors of golden locks,
kissed her heartily on both cheeks.
There was suddenly a scream which
rent the air and pierced the tympanum
or every one within hearing distance.
The bewildered gentleman, after a
momentary scrutiny of her flushed
and angry countenance, apologized for
his mistake in truly humble tones, and
az the blonde lady just in front of her
stepped forward opportunely with a
quiet smile and greeted the gentleman
affectionately, the offended lady was
somewhat Modified. You must pardon
my brothers not unnatural mistake"
she said apologeticaliy I'VE have not