The Norfolk weekly news-journal., 1906-02-09
SHY AT RED HEADED GIRLS
Newspaper Men, After a BulI's.Head
Breakfast In California.

Breakfast in California.
The eastern newspaper men who
made the initial trip on the Los An.
geles Limited train to Southern Cali.
fornia were given bulls head break
fast and the affair was wittily written
up by Dick Little, the war correspon.
dent who may visit Norfolk, as fol-
lows in the Los Angeles Examiner:
The very fact that have been asked
to write about something in Los An.
geles from the standpoint of the "ef-
fete east" makes me believe more than
ever that Chicago is most admirably
situated from a geographical stand
point
While in New York a month or two
ago | was requested to handle a Man
haitian function from the standpoint
of the wild and woody west"
Kipling is wrong East and west
meet in Chicago.
When | go east from Chicago l
wear a sombrero and call everybody
"pardner."
When | go west from Chicago |
wear a Newmarket coat and white
spats and call everybody "old chap"
| am a westerner in New York and
an easterner in California. Great
place, Chicago.
We easterners now in Los Angeles,
including Cowles from Des Moines,
which is in Iowa, and Steele from Kan
sas City, besides some thirty other
citizens of Manhattan living not more
than 1000 miles outside of the bor-
ough of the Bronx enjoy Los Angeles
exceedingly.
We approve of bull head breakfasts.
1t was given out in a sylvan grove with
hand-painted oranges on the trees and
a pile of leaves covered with cotton
and labeled Chicago to make the tour
lists feel perfectly at home
But it wasn't naturel. That snow
gray and then daubed with tar. That's
the way the beautiful snow looks in
Chicago.
They had the bull heads down in
pit, where the cook said they had been
cooking for three weeks.
| believe him. | believe everything
they tell me in Los Angeles. But that
cook ought not to be wasting his time
cooking bull heads.
He belongs in a nice little tent away
out on the desert, where there are nice
little white sticks driven all around
like the score board in a penuckle
game, and sign over the tent, BAL
nlydale on the Hill; these choice city
lots in this new subdivision for sale,
cheap"
The pit in which the bull heads were
cooked was all covered over with
earth, like a new made grave.
The cook acted as principal grave
digger and when it was decided to hold
the autopsy on the bull heads he shov-
eled off the earth and the bull heads
came forth. They were good eating,
but, somehow, when my plate was
piled high with scrambled bull head
| lost my appetite.
That's how came to swallow a nose
ring and get horn stuck in my throat
While the eating progressed, Span.
ish songs were sung. The committee
said it was bad form to eat bull head
unless accompanied with Spanish
songs and chilli con carne, whatever
that is.
| like bull head breakfasts. | wish
we could have them in Chicago. We
do something in the meat industry in
Chicago and | couldn't see why we
shouldn't have bulls head breakfasts
But the cook said it had to be Cal
ifornia bull. No other kind would do
He said the bull had to be fed on
oranges and prunes for six months be-
fore being killed and if the sun failed
to shine on him two days in success
sion then the animal was unfit to be
the star performer at a bulls head
breakfast.
So that knocks out scheme ] had
for supplanting pink teas on the Lake
Shore drive.
A most genial feeling came over me
after that bull head breakfast, except
| felt wild impulse to dash madly
at red flag that hung on tree.
Everybody seemed similarly affected
and the man that owned the flag hur-
ried to take it down.
Finally they brought us back to the
hotel. | was glad to get back without
getting into trouble.
came near hooking a very sweet
little girl in the street. She was an
awful nice little girl but she had red
hair.
And when got almost to the hotel
there was almost a greater catastro,
phe.
1t was a red automobile. We all
< saw it at once and made for it with
i fierce bellows. But the chauffeur gave
= yell and turned on three hundred
i volts. think he's still going.
e Bull head breakfasts are fine. But
nO one is ever going To get me inside