The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-05-09
TIE NoNPAREJL MAN
The Press Club Souvenir. Now on Sale
for Doc, Recalls Incidents of the Past
Fourth Street In 1885 and Some OF the
Wandering Feet that Trod Ita Stony
WAYS.

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Fourth Street In 1885 and Some OF the
Wandering Feet that Trod Ita Stony
Ways.
How many people and incidents the
Press Club Souvenir, now on sale for a
paltry half dollar, recalls to mind! Look
ing over the pictures Of the '.old gang
I notice large number Of the boys
who. can shut their eyes and see again
the Fourth street Of 1885. It was notl
paved at that time, not even with cedar
blocks, and the houses and stores along
its sidewalks were. very different from
these of to-day. There were Ed After
bury, Mart Williams Milton Pickett Ed
die Barnes and how many others [ do
not like to recall, all gone now. I wonder
sometimes If the old Fourth street as it
was IN the SOS Is not sometimes mirrored
on their minds, no matter where they |
are.
Then the Tribune fire In which SO
many of our friends died. I was going 1
home on the back end Of a Fourth avenue
top of the hill at Twenty-sixth street
when I saw the first tongue of flame
shoot up into the air. The crowd on the
car watched it and one man suggested
that, as it famed up SO fiercely, it was
probably some barn In which the hay had
caught fire. I accepted this explanation
and went comfortably home and to bed
and did not suspect that friends and fell
low workmen were struggling, in many
cases in vain, to escape from that terrible
fl trap. have always been thankful that
did not witness the scenes described
again so graphically by Charles ALI Will
liams in the Souvenir.
DR.. Ames was in his glory In those
days. AS kid reporter, greener than the
Ia Cra 0f rocrfir yi1cr ~
dig out some story or other at the ola
city hall. Everybody approached on the
subject showed disposition to chuck the
intruder surlily into the waste basket. In
despair of getting the facts I finally
braced up and asked the mayor himself.
He might have kicked me out and no
harm done. But he did not. He patted
me on the shoulder, called me my boy
and gave down the whole story. After
that understood the secret Of the
mayors popularity
Then there was Mart Williams!
There was something wrong about
man that did not love Mart He helped
| out many a kid in a tight place and did
| It so pleasantly that he made you feel
you were comforting favor on him.
| I was night proofreader on the old
| Tribune once when some Of j. N. Mind S
| copy came in. Mr.. Minds copper plate,
| when it was hurried, was sometimes
| difficult to read, and the printer set up
| the name as ~. N. Mud The other
alibi let it slip thru and the next day
Mr.. Mind came around and ''hollered. -
Colonel Blethen was mad but nobody was
E'ired."
f. There was no end Of proofreading trou-
bles in those days. Charlie Harris once
wrote Of lady of considerable ''embon-
point" and 1t came out "ebony paint: "
Charlie was particular about his English
| style and he felt hurt, too, and hollered
viciously
Exciting incidents of those days, and
they occurred frequently, were the
breakdowns of the Tribune building ele-
vator just as Colonel Blethen wanted to
! go up to the sixth floor, and the attempts
Of Harry Hawley, the most strenuous
city editor that ever lived, to stop the
Journal press and get in late news. The
wild dances, performed by Blethen and
HaWley were something to see-at dis
| lance.
| When I think of the number of pay en-
velopes j have drawn on Fourth street
and the little left to show for it'll am
filled with melancholy reflections on the
vanity of human wishes. sz3H
The Mothers congress at Chicago was
described as rather dry. We fear the
same could not be said of Fathers con.
gress.
We have never appreciated how much
: we have loved the old friends living ir
;, st. Louis.
, In its first game on the home grounds
|, our nine retired in good ORDER
; Miss Marion Talbot, dean of thu
woman's department at the University o
Chicago, declares that ''only cooks ant
the maids go walking with their gentle
men friends on moonlight nights" W.
have strong conviction that Miss Marion
! is not getting out of life all that Their
is in it.
Andrew Carnegie still has 5000, 900, 90
. left. The scoundrel!
A copy of "Poor Richards Almanac
has just sold for $685. Any one who wi
pay that sum for weather $50 years oil
> must be somewhat dissatisfied with tn
: present output.
: The Chicago Journal has a jolly goo
story about Burton Holmes, the lecturer
. Mr.. Holmes, as those who know him ma
. suspect had brought himself to believ
: that no gentleman would be seen on tn
= :. street carrying anything but his wall1in
? stick; certainly not parcel or bag 9
> any kind. He regulated his conduct &C
cordingly, but it was often a sore incon
!, venience What, therefore, was hi
> amazement, to say nothing Of his deligh
:, when one day he saw the Prince c
Wales, the first gentleman of Europe
I strolling along the high street Of HON
burg and carrying-yes actually carryin
in his hand-a large, ripe and highly col
ored pineapple!
Now we see the difference between tn
man of genius and the ordinary dullard.
Holmes, bursting with the new ides
e hurried to London the very next mornin
e and paid visit to the famous leathe
':'l manufacturer in Piccadily.
IS And when he next appeared on tn
u streets of Chicago he was carrying whs
N seemed to be pineapple but which wa
in reality leather handbag without
handle and made to initiate the fruit S
80 perfectly the deception could not be de
- tected
- He had authority for it. "A. J. R.
le THE NEW sTENoaRAPHER.
lg have new stenographer-she to VOL
Ia l5 to-day,