The Florence tribune., 1897-06-12


 pie doubtless heard him Thursday night at Prof. Charlton concert. His mother and brother are expected soon, and t may be that they will rent the Purcell house.
 Harry Argall left for his old home in South Dakota on Monday in response to the information that his mother was very low. The lady with her son Fred spent the winter of '05 here, and her i lung trouble was much benefited, but change of latitude caused her to fail rapidly.
 Superintendent Snyder, of Popp camp, has shipped carload of ore to El Paso, to the shelter, from the mines near Jack Rabbit, for treatment. This will determine the process to be used on their ore, after which the works will be constructed. He has gone with the ore to closely observe and investigate manipulation.
  'sacaton'' Clark will move to town from his ranch and may rent the Nor den place. Mrs. Clark and son Jol,a l are visiting her mother in Tucson. 'Sacaton has entered the employ af W. c. Smith as head ranchman for his many interests. Fred Holler resigned from the same position.
 John Clayton, the night operator, went to Tucson to see Superintendent Randolph about Hay off" during the hot weather. The satisfaction he got was that he might be ordered to Aztec. as agent, because so many men are asking for relief, and so few to draw from. He says business on the road was never better. The funeral services over the remains of Mrs. Jageman, who was inferred in our cemetry on Monday last, were very impressive. Hon. F. NJ. Doan, an old-time friend of the. deceased and family, conducted the services, the Casa Grande choir rendering appropriate se- lections. Aside from the bereaved hus- band, her daughters, Mrs. Blome, Mrs. Lucid and Miss Carrie, were present at the death bed. Mrs. Dolman is still in Los Angeles. Fred Blome died several months ago in Marysyille, Cal.
 
 One theleading capitalists ofDenver replied, anent mining proposition, to one of Casa Grande's would-be pro- motors: s'It is impossible for me to invest dollar in any kind of scheme. mining or otherwise, have not got the money and could not raise it to save my neck, nor could I at this time induce anyone to invest in mining venture. Denver is full of stranded promoters of mining propositions. and many chap with million dollar mine in his pocket is working free lunch route for actual subsistence. The Good Lord only lgr0svs when a change for the better will occur.
 The Sage Of CassGrande arose with the Butcher Bird t2other a. In. and delivered himself of the following
 LAMENT: The times are very tight, my boy, and money
 is hard to get,
 And to pay our bills as they become due
 keeps all in blooming sweat; But because the times are tight, my boy, is
 reason why or you Should go and get tight on rum or gin be-
 fore our bills become duel It is only five short years. my boy, since our
 streets as you well know, Were thronged with men with more money
 than sense. all eager for a show They wanted to buy our mining claims, and
 mill sites as well,
 But when they asked the price of them we
 told them to go to-well? We saw our riches rolling up, as the boys
 roll up the snow,
 To beat Jay Gould in the race for wealth we thought we had show; But, now, alas our cash is gone-all vanished
 like ghost of oldl And instead of the wealth we fondly sought,
 t'is an empty bag we hold. We then rode upon very high horse and he
 seemed so strong and tall But now he has grown 80 very small he seems no horse at all As we meelxly sit astride him and sadly look around.
 We find we ride a very small ass, and our feet trail on the ground. I wish the times would get good sgain. and things would turn our woy. So we could cash our little claims and have
 no keepers to pay, ! When fresh crop of foois would throng our streets. with lots Of money in hand And would buy up all our silent stamp mills and ell adiaeant land. Then we'd start bank, with money to loan
 et t2 and fa per cent, I'd be the honest president-as cashier you'd
 be content;
 I'd sit behind a rosewood desk, with my feet
 on the window sill,
 You'd do the work while I smoked my cigar
 and watched the money till We'd fill our vaults with stacks of notes. in-
 creasing day by day, And the other fellows should hustle for us
 and have the interest to pay;