The herald., 1898-12-27

sometimes IN glass bottles IN quack doctors
offices. When mature they measure many
feet in length, as rule.
Carl Rosecrans, the son of the hero Of
Chickamauga, has just recovered from an
attack of appendicitis.
Approach of He happily escaped
Appendicitis without an operation,
and is as sturdy and
hearty as before. He is finishing his work
OF closing the right of way negotiations for
the Traction company's line to San Pedro.
curious thing about this disease OF the
appendix is that no rule seems to have any
effect in preventing it. Rosecrans lived an
outdoor, active life; so did Tod Sloan and
Bob Fitzsimmons, and on the other hand
men of sedentary occupations seem to be at
hicted as readily as athletes. One recent
authority holds that men are more
apt than women to have the trouble, be-
cause they habitualy sit with their legs
crossed, which tends to distend the opening
of the appendix, rendering inflammation
easy.
A pleasant incident of the last meeting of
the Sunset club was the reading of kilograms
from E. p. Ripley and
"A Long c. p. Huntington to
Look Ahead Superintendent j. A.
Muir of the Southern
Pacific, and General Passenger Agent j. j.
Byrne of the Santa Fe, on the birth of a son
to the former and daughter to the latter.
1t is a possibility of the future for union
of the clans, Muir and Byrne, and a cessa
tlon of the intense consuming hatred and
bitter rivalry that now separates these two
fellows. They have not come to blows yet,
but their friends fear the worst.
Homer Earl will be shy of white wine in
gobets for some time to come, though he
claims he has had
Homer's more since the Sunset
Big Drink clubs last banquet.
Homer's trusting.
gentle nature is always getting him into
trouble when he gets among the goats at the
club, and it was another instance Of mis-
placed confidence he displayed at the Christ
mas jinks. White wine had been provided,
but there was one man who scoffed at such
a potation, on such an occasion, so he or
dered bottle of Scotch whisky. l had oc
casion to need the bottle for gift to Papa"
Muir, and l emptied the contents into a
less and unpungent as a glass of Sauterne,
when Homer came smiling down the table
to see that we were all comfortable. Some
of us were particularly so, and to encourage
Homer / proposed toast that knew he
never would refuse to drink-one to a-well
"a certain very charming person-and
pushed a big glass OF whisky to him, with
the careless remark. There's a glass Of
wine the waiter just poured out for you,
Homer Here's to her, and down it went.
Homer smacked his lips. and instead of re-
preaching ne. or evidencing any bad eff
fects, said Say, must see about this. |
don't understand how you fellows at this
end OF the table managed to get so much bet
ter wine than we did 1t was his first
drink OF whisky, and he thought it was a
hock..
Captain A. c. Jones and Charlie Sloane
have been elected to the places respectively
OF president and sec
Fiesta retary OF La Fiesta.
Officers There is not much left
OF the Fiesta. as
Sloane says. the officers being put in to see
that the obsequies are properly attended to,
and that the property is becomngly devised.
1t is quite too sad that the very best men
in the city to make red fre-Champs Ely
sees-wide open, concatenation OF joyous
ness triumphant, of hilarty victrix, should
nave to take hold at the somber, grave side,
and with reliquary and litany con-
sign the still giggling remains to their
last repose. If Sloane had chance he
would give the city Fiesta that would go
dancing, laughing and cafousing down the
asles of time as corker of the corkers, for
Sloane understands just how the thing
should be done, while no better executive
could be selected than Captain Jones, who
early in his career was one of the most sue
cessful theatrical managers in the country.
c. S. Nichols, who is now schemng around
the newspapers of the city, and making
money out of every
Gold In thing he touches, used
the Flour to be miner, and got
plenty of gold; if you
doubt this, look at his mouth when he
smiles. He was at Placerville, in Idaho,
some years ago, when there was boom in
the country, and struck rich piece of dirt,
which he stuck at until he had over ten
thousand dollars in dust, and his partners
had as much. They ran out of tools
in the camp, and it became necessary to sell
some of their dust or trade it for what they
needed. Wells, Fargo had service to the
place, but the road agents had held up the
stage so often that the company's agent was
very shy about taking shipments of treas
ure, and when Nichols came along with his
sack to ship out it was refused. "Well, you
will take flour, won't you?" asked the miner.
Certainly" was the reply. So off Nichols
went with his dust and bought three sacks
Of -four He emptied the contents out and
mixed his fine gold in with the stuff, and
then put the whole back into the sacks,
sewed them up neatly, and shipped them
out to his banker at Deadwood. The stage
was held up an hour after it left the camp,
but there was no one among the highway
men hungry enough to want the shipment
of flour, and Nichols money got through
all right. THE GOSSlPER.
A miss is far better than a mile this
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