Bisbee daily review., 1919-11-09
OAYS WHEN MEN IN THE WARREN OISTR|CT SOUGHT I GOLDONL TO THROW II AT FEET OF GODDESS
 0F CHANCE RECALLEDBY P|ONEEF


 over the arid wastes of sand.
 Sixteen years ago, Main street was one of the liveliest little thorough fares on the Western Hemisphere.
 Saloons, gilded and otherwise, with all kinds of good and bad things to quench mems thirst, and with all known and approved methods of en- ticing the tickle Goddess of Fortune,
 were the honored business enter
 prises which lined both sides of the street from the old fire house up to the flood-gate. There were also scattered here and there, and which always seemed out of place, couple of eating houses which never closed, Jew pawn shop in a hole-in-the- wall, the Angius grocery store and the Fair store. There was scarcely dull moment on this little busy street during the twenty-four hours
 of the day.
 If at that time anybody had pre- dicted that street railway would at some future time run through the center of Main street, he would have been taken immediately before the 1 lunacy commission at Tombstone. And if anybody had predicted that Main street would some day become
 as dry and arid as the Great Sahara and Gobi deserts, and that it would
 be almost impossible to buy a pack of playing cards or box of poker | chips, an examination to the party's 1 insanity would have been waived, and he would have been packed off to
 the insant asylum with no hope for
 his recovery.
 Carramba, Chihuahua y Sonora, and the Shades of George Warren! A short lapse of sixteen years of time hath certainly wrought great
 changes in poor little old Main street.
 Here was once heard the marry click of the whirling and seductive roulette
 ball and the dealers monotonous sing song call of the numbers which 1 some times caused a smile and more
 often a curse; the shuffling and
 changing of the faro cards and the
 stacking and tossing of ever chang ing poker chips: the clink of gold
 and silver, and the question, What's
 yours?"; the soft, sweet strains of
 the orchestra, or touching song so
 exquisitely rendered by Murphy,
 which was occasionally mRrred by
 the sharp report of .45 Colts; the
 clanking of spurs, and where every fifth man was called Tex; the
 stories of rich gold strikes and the
 arranging of grub-stakes; the talk
 about brands and of evil cattle rust
 lers; tales of burned Spanish treas
 ure of fabulous richness on the old
 Cortezz trail in Mexico, and whose
 hiding place was jealously guarded
 by the spirit of a good old Padre
 long since passed; stories of out crops of rich minerals in far distant
 mountain ranges, the location Of
 water holes and the dangers and
 miseries of the desert trails.
 All is different now, and these old
 scenes and sounds have passed for
 ever. Now is heard the honk of the
 modern automobile. which has taken
 the place of the faithful cayuse and
 the handsome silver mounted saddle and the braided horse-hair brides.
 The tick of wrist watches may now be heard, as well as the walls of silk hose of all colors extending over the tops of fifteen dollar shoes, the , nasty hiss of root beer as it foams and writhes in the glass as it is , drawn from the fountain, and the smacking of masticating of chawing gum. and many other such devilish , sounds. Away with all this. Take i me back sixteen years for a visit , to the dear real old Main street i just for a day and a night, when the word Mister was not used, but men called each other by their first l names. and said to each other, "come } on, let's have sometime"
 To pass through Main street now fills me with deep sadness, for its
 old pristine glory has vanished. and l, there is something lacking. wanting 7 and the sun does not seem to shine F so brightly. After this great change 3 do men seem to greet one another l more friendly today than in the old 8 days? Is the fair sex more highly 8 respected today than them? Is g g man who is broke more quickly t staked to 6 meal ticket today, anc g given a chance to get on his fec ? again, than in the old days? Tn the a words of the famous Hashimurf s Togo, would ask to know.
 F REMINISCENT OLD TIMER. 3 do not wish to deprive Doc. Bal 2 nf an,r hnnnra Hn ras official hee1