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Los Angeles herald., 1905-12-17
BULL HEAD BREAKFAST,
THE EPICURE'S DELIGHT

Perhaps the most recherche private
bull head breakfast ever given in
Southern California was that given
at his home in the Puente hills by ex-
Sheriff w. r. Rowland some seven
years ago. This was gotten up on IA
superb scale, and the genial ex-sher-
iff was his own major domo as well
as host. Everybody as was anybody"
was there. The guests numbered four
hundred, and perhaps this is where
this magic limitation originated. They
were carried to and fro on a special
train.
Probably it was on this occasion that
the first innovation, in confining the
liquors to those made in the country
occurred. There was on that occa-
sion red wines and white, still wines
and those that sparkle in the glass.
There was the stimulating airs that
came across from the San Jose valley,
which leads down from Old GraybaclS.
and those that crept from the sea. All
gave zest to the bull heads that were
devoured on that occasion. There was
a hogshead of mint juleps and other
trifles like that besides the cham
pagnes. chambertins and claret. 1t was
generally conceded to have been the
most delightful affair of the kind that
ever took place III Southern Cali
fornia. The whole effect was embla-
zoned by good speech making and good
took the principal honors himself, as
he is, with the exception of Dan Free
man, the best raconteur in Southern
California.
Only Three Years Ago
An exceedingly enjoyable breakfast
of this alfresco sort was that given by
Col Ike Polk and Col. John r. Brad
bury some three years ago, out on the
Bradbury orange plantation, on the Si7
ezra Madre foothills. between Monrovia
and Azusa, and like the Rowland
affair, was plentifully garnished with
champagne and other wines. 1t
was a quite gala affair, and Polk and
Bradbury proved themselves major
domos of high order, assisted by
professionals, whom none know better
than themselves how to stimulate.
The best bull head breakfast given
about Los Angeles during the past
year was arranged on the place of a
newspaper man. General ii. G. Otis. at
Hollywood. Joe Romero was major
domo. and acquitted himself well. 1t
was rendered to the numerous staff of
the Times office, from Arizona to Hall
fax, and appeared to reach the spot.
OF course there have been innumer-
able barbecues, political and others, in
Los Angeles county, especially III the
old Democratic days, either to stimu-
late the "unterrified" to the fray, or
to rejoice after the triumph. There
have been clam and mussel bakes, al
though these have been much rarer
than in the east. When we consider
how abundant clans, mussels and
cookies are in Los Angeles, and all the
coast counties, 1t is singular that we
have not had more clam bakes. When
we add that we have corn in abund-
ance, the argument for their introduce
ton is complete.
Los Angeles herald., 1905-12-17

after little Marcy had gone TO sleep.
These nocturnal arrivals caused the
frequent appearance of a lantern and
the movement of lights in the coffin
shop so that the country folk renewed
their gossip about the "hanted" farm
compelled to go any distance beyond
1t.
One week before Christmas old Hugo
stamped into the kitchen, shaking the
snow from his coat and making a
great clatter. Little Marcy sat by the
fire watching the preparation of sup
per.
Mother" said the old man. 'T've
got my toys all made now for the
good little girls and boys and we'd
better be brushing up the old sleigh
and getting the bells ready to Jingle.
You know my round is going to be
longer and harder than ever this year,
as there are so many more good little
girls and boys"
The old fellow winked hard at the
good woman, who had only surmised
his plan. But Margy's eyes opened
very wide and she watched old Hugo
silently as he passed into another room
and removed his great coat. The con-
versation was not resumed, as the child
had hoped 1t would be. but she asked
no questions, believing that 1t would
spoil her chances to be inquisitive.
Christmas eve came at last 1t was
a crisp, clear, beautiful moonlight
night, with an inch of hardened snow
on the ground. Old Hugo had ap-
parently been very busy that day. He
was in a merry mood from morning till
night, tramping from the house to the
coffin shop and back again on the
most mysterious errands, whispering
now and then to Mrs Hugo, until the
dear old lady began to think she must
be Mrs. Santa Claus, sure enough, and
otherwise deporting himself In a way
to give the keenest delight and the
highest anticipations to little Marcy.
Immediately after supper old Hugo
announced that as soon as he could
hitch up his sleigh he would start on
his rounds. Then grandma began to
bundle him up in rude suit of skins.
gave him a big pair of mittens and
handed to him a small clay pipe. AS
Marcy looked at him she readily recog-.
nized him as the Santa Claus of all the
picture books she had ever seen.
Merry Christmas to ALL" he shouted,
as he passed from the house.
Now, Marcy" said the old lady,
by the window. I'll raise the curtain
so you can see him start"
The child got into the chair and as
the moon shone brightly she could
distinctly see old Hugo when he came
around the corner of the house, sit
ting high in his old-fashioned sleigh.
He drew rein before the dismal shop
and quickly emerged with bundles and
Los Angeles herald., 1905-12-17

her garden truck" the envy OF all
the neighbors. In short. they had
horses and cattle and lands and were
at peace.
But in the course of time the business
Of coffin-making gave to the Alten-
bach farm the name Of being "hant-
ed" Superstitious country folk. nj
though they liked old Hugo and his
wife, began to whisper that spirits vis-
tied the farm and that strange lights
were often seen dancing IN the ada
cent woods. Young people wouldn't
pass that farm after nightfall for all
the money they ever heard of, and
even in daylight they looked askance
at the CHEEKY house and jumped nerv-
ously II the little dog came barking a
welcome down at the gate.
Old Hugo paid no attention to all
this, for he was as hard-headed as he
was soft-hearted, and he never could
have understood why people were afraid
of the dead or stood In awe of the
queer shaped boxes that nav and then
went out of his shop.
/ say IL Is doubtful whether he no.
ticed how few OF his neighbors ever
visited him. except on solemn busi-
ness, or observed the lack of travel at
night along the big road that skirted
his farm. For about this time there
had arrived at his home child that
had begun to make the place livelier
than ever and was beginning to alb
sorb his thoughts.
She was a tiny little thing, scarce
years old. when the county mail hack
driver set her down at the Altenbach
farm. She had opened her blue eyes
wide at the funny little old man and
the tall, smiling old woman, and she
went straight into their hearts when
she asked If that was "reelly Santa
Claus house"
Poor childi She had seen her father
and mother. distant relatives of old
Hugo, dead and buried within a week
of each other. She had watched with
tear stained face the disposal of her
parents household goods and the clos
ing of the house. And she had cried
herself to sleep the night before she
was told that she would have to go
and live with the Altenbachs, far away
in the country.
over hill and dale the hack had lum-
bered along that sunshiny day and the
passengers had generously supplied her
with big red apples and amused them
selves by showing her the birds and
flowers and fields. 1t was late in
the afternoon when she reached the
Altenbach farm, but grandpa and
grandma met her at the gate, and
the gate, and that night she had fresh
milk to drink and was put to sleep in
a new little trundle bed which old Hugo
himself had made, alongside of grand
mas downy couch.
L don't know whether grandpa ever
Los Angeles herald., 1905-12-17

Is SO strangely true that the second
childhood of a man entWineS itself
with the babyhood that happens to
reach daily for his hand or appeals to
him in its helplessness. Perhaps he
realizes more than we can understand
that he has run his own circle of life
and has come back to the starting point
to find his own image standing there
ready to start over the same pathway
II isn't so much that he loves a child
because it happens to be his own
grandchIld as the fact that it is a
child-weal. helpless and appealing,
the counterpart of himself in the
mysterious days before he knew him
self. And so old Hugo sat and gazed
at the little waxen face and now and
then put his big brown hands softly
on the little white fingers that had
become so cold and stiff. Mrs. Hugo
wept quietly and then closing her lips
tightly and letting a grim look come
into her face. as though 1t were wrong
to grieve much over a child that was
not of her flesh and blood, she went
about doing those preliminary offices
which are so necessary and yet so
difficult 20 do in the house of the dead.
Hours passed before she went over to
the old man and said to him kindly:
Hugo, you had best be stirring.
You know you VIII have her little
coffin to make"
He turned upon her a look of anguish
which she had never seen him wear.
"What?" he answered. MAKE my
little Margys coffin? Could l do
that?"
Yes, Hugo. You have often told the
child yourself that those things didn't
ever trouble you. because they were,
things necessary to be done. And she
wasn't afraid.
Presently the old man broke away
from the bedside and almost tottered
across the yard to his shop. Feebly he
unlatched the door and went within
He shuddered as he touched a bunch
of the black velvet. Then he fell to
work on the saddest task it ever fell
to his lot to do. He selected the softest
white cedar and planed it smooth. He
cushioned it well and lined it with white
satin and finished it with the very sill
yer handles and screws that little Mar
gy had played with. And when 1t was
finished he carried it, walking tip-toe,
into the house and laid it alongside the
little white figure and then turned and
went away.
They buried the child in the country
grave yard, and good old Mrs. Hugo
planted roses and geraniums over it
and watched and tended it.
Old Hugo bought little grave stone
with the words, "Our Marguerite" neat
ly chiseled in it. Then he tore down his
shop and told the neighbors that he had
quit the business.
Old Hugo had made his last coffin.
Los Angeles herald., 1905-12-17
BY obert M. Yost

Old Huago Altenbach had a fine farm
snd money in the bank. But he lived
in a remote Missouri county, where
railroads had not penetrated, and he
was both a thrifty and "handy'' man.
He hadn't lived long in that section
before he discovered that professional
undertakers were unknown and that
IL was many weary miles to the near
est town where coffins could be had.
remote section the cost of burial
seemed to h'e out of all proportion to
the necessities of the case
Now Hueyo Altenbach had been a
carpenter i'm his younger days and he
knew how 10 make collins as well as
anybody So he put up a shop near
his farmhouse. bought walnut lumber
and black velvet and white Innings and
silver handles and screws, and then
shrewdly let 1t be known that i'm order
to accommodate the community he
would make caskets on short notice
and personally attend to the burial of
the dead wlpsn so desired at a very
reasonable Irice. 1t Is possible that
the conditions alone put it into old
Hugo's head to do this, and that his
object was not really gain, but it so
happened THAI by this means he had
added largely to his wealth and the
people firmly believed he did it out of
pure neighborliness. for they appre-
ciated the fas,t that it was a great
accommodation.
Old Hugo himself was a sunshiny
man. He was short and stout, and
wore a white beard and white hair
that fell to his shoulders. Even while
engaged in his grewsome task of fash
ioning coffins, he sang from morn
till night" like the miller on the
River Dee. HIS good old wife-tall and
thin and angular sharp -visaged and
sharp-voiced, loved him with a love
unfading and they were happy
couple. They had had rosy checked
boys and girls, but all had grown up
and married and gone away, leaving
The old couple desolate at heart, but
still happy in their own affections.
Prosperity had followed their hard
labors all the days of their lives, and
now, in their Old age they had plenty
and to spare.
AS a farmer old Hugo outclassed
all his neighbo1s. He had the latest
inventions and the best labor-saving
machinery. His house was the only
one in all the county that contained q
drum cylinder churn and a washing
machine. His farm alone had rotary
plow and n threSher. In consequence
his corn and wheat went first to mar
ket and got the highest price; her but
ter was the choicest at the stores and
Los Angeles herald., 1905-12-17

did know her given name, but after he
had watched her for several days and
listened TO her chatter as she followed
all day long at his heels. After he had
studied her sunshiny face and her
golden hair he gravely announced to
grandma that her name was Mar
guerlte. Afterward grandma said
It was too long name for such a little
girl and 80 she called her Marcy"
Marguerite crept right into the heart
Of old Hugo, as 1 have said. She called
him Santa Claus and he used to carry
her about on his shoulders when he
went across the fields TO direct the
hired men and see that the great har-
vest was progressing rapidly. And the
things she learned to do for grandma
would tire you If 1 undertook to men
tion them ALL Her little feet were
swift to do errands Of love, and her
little hands busted themselves with
carpet rags and button sewing and
small work in the garden. It was a
great day when grandpa gave her a
pony, all for herself, and taught her
how to ride Il, first around the barn
lot with old Hugo holding the bride
rein, and then i'm the front yard with
old Hugo standing by and holding his
breath lest she should fall off, and
later out through the big gate. all
alone, and UP the big road to the woods.
After that 1t was glorious fun for the
child to jump astride her pony and fly
away where the green trees invited to
cooling shades, where she gathered
blackberries and mulberries and learned
to talk with the leaves and trees and
birds.
Little Marcy was perfectly fearless.
Knowing nothing of danger. or of
wicked folks, she was a stranger to
superstition. and she had all the cour-
age of ignorance and good health. Still,
it was a long time before old Hugo
permitted her to discover that some
times he made collins. "Grandpa's
shop was "a source of great curiosity
to her. but he kept the door locked
against her nearly all winter, and lit
tie Marcy persuaded herself that that
was where Santa Claus made all his
toys. With this idea firmly fixed in her
dear little head she reasoned that IL
she persisted in trying to see into the
shop she wouldn't get any toys at
Christmas time. This was why it was
easy for old Hugo to keep her in ig-
norance of his carpenter work.
And. so it came about, very natu-
rally, that the old man bethought him
when the Christmas period began to
make little Margy's idea Of his coffin
shop come true. Hence, about the first
week in December he began to make
mysterious trips to the far distant
town. He would convey wagon load
of grain out and return at night, long
Los Angeles herald., 1905-12-17
THE SHOWER LADY

Hurry! hurry!
People scurry,
For the Shower Lady comes.
Soon she'll rustic,
soon she'll hustle,
Soon the rain will tap like drums.
Watche her sliding,
See her gliding
Overhead, across the sky;
Dark her tresses,
Black her dress is;
You can see II trailing by.
Lightning flashes,
Thunder clashes,
These are her artillery;
When she RACES
Earth nor stage is,
And the sight is grand to see.
Rain is pouring,
Quick restoring
Thirsty leaves and parching grains;
How IL pattersl
How 1t spatters.
Playing tunes on dusty panes.
While it's streaming,
Lo, a cleaning
Ray OF sunlight from the sky;
Clouds are marching,
Rainbows arching,
Shower Lady passes by!
Annie Wills Mccullough.
Los Angeles herald., 1905-12-17

What man or woman would be inspired
to lead better life by seeing the
statue of an angel, knowing that the
angel lacks this sympathetic bond of
having lived and suffered with us?
God created these spirit angels to
wait upon and serve him, to do his
bidding. They are divided into nine
choirs. and each one of us has guard
Ian angel. We seldom preach sermons
about angels in our church. Why
1t may be because we know so little
about them. Angels do not appear to
us now as they were said to hae done
once, though occasionally we have peo-
pie here who insist they have been
visited by a heavenly MESSENGER
Los Angeles herald., 1905-12-17
Literary Men Used to II

George Ade was listening graveIy to
compliment. AT the end he said:
THANK you. You remind me OF
something.
"A little while after the appearance
of my first book went to spend n week
in a summer resort outside of Chicago
''The landlord of the modest hotel
said to me:
Mr.. Ade, you are literary man,
I believer
II blushed and smiled and answered
that had written few trifies, nothing
more.
"I have several literary men stop
ping here the landlord went on.
"'Well, I'm rather glad of that,
said 1.
"'Yes,' said the landlord. 4 like
literary men. They never object to
paying in advance. They are used
to it, '"-ChicagO Chronicle
Los Angeles herald., 1905-12-17
A Chance for Budding NoveIists

Budding novelists should have a
chance. We, will send this paper for
the following blanks most satisfactor-
lily and send the complete product TO
this office. The tale is entitled:
THE PREVARICATION OF PRIS-
He put an arm around her waist.
''-"' he asked in a low voice.
-" she replied, shaking her
p'sse.g Pe1~ he calculated.
-" she said, reprovingly.
-" he apologized.
There was silence for little while
Then Arthur returned to the attack.
about It? he thought. ;,
- she admitted.
- he went on, -" He
There was short silence, while
Priscilla thought how best she could
put IT; At last she began;
!, -, She looked timidly at him.
-" was his monosyllabic COM
s." she persisted.
He stood up in front Of her, and cried
Love gave him eloquence.
-" he said
-" she said.
teeth out he aIS@d %"t5er'a with S%aiIss G1saGhss
lovingly upon the name.
He held out his arms to her. and no
longer could she resist him.
-" she cooed.
"-?" he asked, hardly able to be-
lieve his ears.
-" she lisped.
Mr.. Howells Is hobnobbing with po-
tentates at Portsmouth Mr.. Clemens is
finishing Ewes diary, and Mr.. James is
In England writing jolly things about
Americans, so Mr. James Macarthur
will serve as judge.-IIarper's Weekly.
Los Angeles herald., 1905-12-17

Gee. Maggie il our pa was one OF
them street cleaners our Kids would
have baby carriages. too"
Los Angeles herald., 1905-12-17
The Forster Family

The Forster family while their im-
mense landed possessions We're just
over the line, in San Diego county,
We're looked upon and looked upon
themselves as Angelenos. Old Don
Juan was an Engllshman, who came to
California early in the last century.
He was a butcher by trade, and by
natural and benevolent assimilation
soon became identified with cattle rails
Los Angeles herald., 1905-12-17
Next in Rank

Next 10 the arohangels came the
cherubim and seraphim i'm the heaven
ly hierarchy. The seraphim are sup
posed TO be closest to the throne of
the Creator while the cherubim, who
are wiser than the seraphim, are given
special duties to perform.
In his Madonna di San Sisto Ra-
phael represented cherubs as little
children with tiny wings. Some We're
just heads and others had arms, but
The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1905-03-02
LIVERY RATES.
To Take Effect March Ist, 1905.

The FIVE stables mentioned below
have agreed on the following prices:
Single horse and buggy for half day,
$500; Sundays. $500.
Horse and surrey for half day, $500;
Sundays, $500.
Team and buggy for half day, $500;
Sundays, $500.
Team and three scatter for half day,
$500; Sundays, $1,000.
Fourth hand for half day, $1,000;
with Is or less passengers.
Tally-ho, six horses, Is to 20 pas
sengers, $1,000; one dollar for each ad-
ditional passenger.
Saddle horses, $3.50; all day, $500.
Horse and buggy. one month, $50.
Horse and surrey, one month, SIS.
All horses returned after p. m, not
less than 81 extra.
All horses returned after 1 a. m, not
less than 81 extra.
Boarding saddle horses, $4,000.
Ordinary buggy horse, $500.
Doctors rig, $3.50.
Delivery horses, $500
HOTEL STABLES,
CLUB STABLES,
TERRITORY STABLES,
AMERICAN STABLES
STOCK YARDS STABLES,
1899
The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1905-03-02
THIRD DAYS STORY.

On the 21st long article on the
poisoning affair appeared in the Chron-
icle, from which these extracts are de-
rived;
Those investigating the alleged at
tempt to poison Mrs. Stanford now
admit. as minated in the Chronicle
yesterday. that there was no intention
TO harm her; that. in fact. there was
no poison in the mineral water when
she took a glass from the bottle. That
poison was put in it afterward for the
purpose OF 'jobbinE'' some one. pre-
sumably Miss Berner. of whom many
employees of the Stanford estate are
said to be jealous owing to her ccn-t
fdential relations with Mrs. Stanford
One peculiar feature of tIe case isl
the care with which the chemists r.
port is guarded. 1t is given out that
was found in the water
The chemist has not stated so publicly
He was a confidential agent but his
employers say that his report says
there was poison in the bottle.
DETECTIVES HAVE THEORIES.
The detectives employed to solve theJ