anaheim-gazette 1888-02-16

LASTER IN MODERN NUCORTH How the People Enjoy the Lazy-Women at the Wheel. It is the Greek Easter, and pigs are in town from the surrounding country, while of Nazargas, every one wants to be one of Doors. All day long the lazy alley grows between the mound and the church has reminded to the cause of children running hither and theroughly enjoying the glad jams. Not the plightest indocorum, if you please, but everybody's manners in his joy with labs and tuckers—and that means a great deal where Life are its finest of colorings and tuckers in the justified contracts. All are having a heartily good and joyous time, as befits who had been to mass. By and by some rich rebel priests in prosecution and learning as rich banners, the event of the day in the crowd was it, given the interest and then afterwards the latter of hardly conversation again. How careful and natural it all seemed? If one cannot have histories of Lawrence himself can run free foreign schools or orphanages, hospital and other professions of the masturbation only more expansive of the Christian child and his youth than any amount of disease upward and of that child with him rather than the sea spring which in spring he has framed the Nazargas, especially in plowing ripping voice, for nowadays the night about no basis, with the money gained not very different from them here in these days of oil. Their vastly brighter potato in the peasant mazeing of striny piling there for foreland, and repelling I suppose their entire flow water for which are paving patiently or impartial fast form, and passing if passed to the heads of their interiors to the friends at land, namely the foundation, precisely as man is the foundation, will be bogged near them to buy his railway or theater ticket for him. What what kind of creature lay on his desk must make him less likely to repent and by no means low cost to him and from the laughter it is that a John, more or less honest is not winning. The women being not so solicit about voicing their catching impulse end of their long holiday, in the month being quite quaint still-out upon the approach one of the kinds of creation, and they do not conjectually enough too. Concerning the spring bearing on their heads to happily water jars titled to one side, or even hearing them filled and murmuring they are all MISSIONARY BELL RYE We take the aptness of Long Island. There can be nothing more pathetic than how his story of a rage, even though it be a sorrow page. To match the dawn of the Indian race has been with me, for many years, in prison, and this poem that Indian shrewed the focus recalls I have been in studying his ways. The Indian race for over 500 years has been a race against Time, and I need hardly add that Time is way ahead as I pass three times. But the Indian is not the white, whichever that is. He is disappearing from the face of the earth, and we find in better illustration of this sad fact than the gradual fading away of the Shimaneeck Indians near the eastern extremity of Long Island. In company with The World artist, who paid a large salary to hold me up to ridicule in their colonies, I went out the other day to Southampton and yipped the surviving members of this great tribe. I give here a rough picture, representing the artist and myself as we appeared while entering the battle reservation. The render will see that we were calm. Northerly we know the meaning of fear. If we had been ordered by the United States government to who put out the whose Shimaneeck tribe would have taken a damp fowl-tail done it. The Shimaneeck tribe now consists of James Bain and another man. But they are neither of them (pure blooded Shimaneeck Indians). One lagged Dave an old philosopher, who, as the gifted reader has no doubt already praised, has but one leg, having lost the other in going over a roof many years ago; a big broken ladder, but not a pure blooded Shimaneeck. Most of these Indians are now mixed with the peery rags by marriage and are not complained warlords. The Shimaneeck lives and has much enough since they had the unwashed young years ago but we will let that pass. There are now 15 Shimaneecks on the preservation, the most of whom are neglected right before them to buy his railway or theater ticket for him. What kind of creature lay on his desk must make him less likely to repent and by no means low cost to him and from the laughter it is that a John, more or less honest is not winning. The women being not so solicit about voicing their catching impulse end of their long holiday, in the month being quite quaint still-out upon the approach one of the kinds of creation, and they do not conjectually enough too. Concerning the spring bearing on their heads to happily water jars titled to one side, or even hearing they are all THE UNION CLUB Great addition presented by a New Great Union. "If Land does Bishkhan ad in do he might I should like to join him some days down, and the mountains get their drifting in. Land John, also in a young man as young man made him may up to the middle and be reached the presidency this latter continent: "Bruider Buckhorn. I may: dot your mouth from a letter to Yanran, or you have his willful communication among some people plainly doing harm to them." Yes. "Aur you gurnite to lower to Yanran." No. "Not yet hot in do you affine picked again." Not yet hot. Aur you gurnite pince hands in Abkhans all in your eyes." X-ray, m.h. I reckoned on. You are a young man you has deploit head an want to swallow You want to be tonight far a millennial when you don'ant but when dollar week and you are wearin'a hat of the dry three years ago. Bruider Buckhorn, I try to speak a few plain words to you. "When dat disease called de swallow keeps a grip on a young man archer passes his twenty fifth birthday, he am pants愈 eventually being up in de hawynon or de poo' house. "The person who goes around perturbed be what he isn't, he's laid out to do de kind of a row. He may fool a fair woman an young child, but do devient world will tumble to him far what he has off at, but dray will dispise him far his porchay. Samuel Bhim, who aims about dollars a week could circulate arrows do people dat he was gwine to open a main bank or build an elevator or organ steamboat line. He might git a dollar's credit at some corner grocery, an showmaker might put a lift on one of his an' chalk it down, but in a few weeks Hair would take a powerful drop, an' when came down de concussion would jar de tons off his shirt. "Spence'n Bruider Buckhorn.dat Gould should go around claim'd dat he do works of Shakespeare, or dat do many Buffalo should lob up an declar dat lie 'Paralice Leot'. Can't你 hair do deal with which day would strike de pair about ten plays." Just set yourself down some day an' glue what he happened bad Hairley claimed that he was George Fourth, or had John Jacob Assor am sure that he was Capt. Kahl! "I say to you, Bruider Buckhorn,draw Be you or an' what you arn't. Gift it up to $8 a week, let die world know if you drop back to $6, don't about it about your disease. It doan' kerry poff, like gallopin consumphun or try fever, lat it holds him up to ricklef." HOW THEY DO IN DAKOTA. The Way Jeb Holloway Was Outwitted by a Gentleman from Egypt Land speculators do not always have it their own way. Here is a little yarn that may make Commissioner Spencer and Henry George both feel good. Way out in Dakota there are whole counties with only a few hundred barn file activities in each, the rest of the land being held by squirrel regulators walking for the "sunshine" to get up. But the forest pays very much. He has a habit of piling down low values and going in heavily for poor improvements, roads, buildings, and the eastern expansion has been great and bear nine tenths of the burden. A cute Yankee named Jeb Holloway had taken up the northwest corner of the south section range three, west of what we will call Skowmish township in Cleveland county. He erected a ten by ten turf house, and had the satisfaction of knowing it was the largest (and only) house in town. One day he slipped over to the county seat and urged the county commissioners into appropriating $4000 for a four room school house with a brick jail contract to build it himself, and his wife appointed schoolmaster $50 dollars a month to teach seven tow headed, suburban boys, and went home. He built the school house, and it was a day one. Day business end of a five-alarm played into with dawn's solitude, and she slept in Mantola. Holloway gathered her family together and camped on the next two weeks. Then an idea struck him and he worked behind the only tree in fifteen acres, and looked himself. Two houses later he was frying sausage in those local houses of he was sitting on the fraternity house in spacing feet. He lived here for forty years. One day a prairie schooner soaked in it and hilted at the wharf out and numbered. This year an hour! Now. You don't pay no rent! Now. Then the confiding Holloway told him the whole story. LAKE COUNTY SCHOOL — In公然地拍了这张照片。 Uh huh. If you us don't pay no rent? Now. It is indeed a pathetic picture. Here on the stern and rock bound coast, where their ancestors greeted Columbus and other exponents as they landed on the new dock and at once had their pictures taken in a group for the illustration on the greenbacks, now the surviving role of a brave people, with bowel health and frosting locks, are waiting a few days only for the long, dark night of merciless oblivion. So be walks in the night time all through the long fly time, he walks by the sorrowful sea, and he years to wake never, but lie there forever in the arms of the sheltering sea, to lie in the lap of the sea. At least that is my idea of the way the Shinnecock feels about it. The Indian race, wherever we find it, gives us a wonderful illustration of the great inherent power of run as a human leveler. The Indian has pathways greater powers of endurance than the white man, and enters into the great unequal fight with rum almost hilariously, but he loses his presence of mind and forgets to call a cab at the proper moment. This is a matter that has never been fully understood, even by the pale face, mind of course, the Indian is a perfect child in the great conflict with run. The result is that the Indian is passing away under our very eyes, and this time will soon come when the Indian agent will have to seek some other healthful, outdoor exercise. So the consumptive Shinnecock, the author of "S. liny on Your Own Ground and Other Games," is soon to live only in the flea bitten records of a great nation. Once he wrote pieces for the boys to speak in school and contributed largely to McGurry's and Sanders' periodicals, but now you never hear of an Indian who is a good extemporaneous public speaker, or who can write for sour apples. He no longer makes the statement that he is an agile heimlock, that his limbs are withered and his trunk attached by the constable. He has ceased to tell through the columns of distress of innermost peculiar to the seagrass, and the result is something that approaches near to the idea of eternal heat anything I have ever seen. The air seems to be saturated with it, and the moonlight is soaked full of color. It would be a good place in which to wander through the glamour and pour a gallon or so of low, passionate yearning into the car of a lover one. We visited Mr James Brain at his home on Huckleberry avenue. He told me the terrifying story of the Spanish typhlip, and how she was wrecked many years ago on the coast near his house, and how the Spanish dollars burst out of her gating side and fell with a low, mellow plunk into the raging main. Now and then the sea has given up one of these "sand dollars" as they were by, and not over two years ago one was found along the shore near by. What I blame the Shinnecock Indians for is their fatal yearning to subsist solely on this precarious income. An Unexpected Suggestion. "Say, Gatherby," said Mr. Smith, came into the fish store with a lot of trout in his hand; I want you to give me some to take home with me. Kind o' fix 'em that they'll look as if they've been caught day, will you." "Certainly, sir," said the grocer. "Many." "Oh, you'd better give me three or more." Make it look decent in quality with appearing to exaggerate, you know." Yes, sir. But you'll better take your fish, hadn't you? "Why! What makes you think so?" "Oh, nothing, except that your wife down here early this morning and ask if dropped in with a fish pole over your derer and a generally woobone look, to you take white fish if possible, as she that kind better than any other." Mr. Smith took white fish—Mercer Traveler. Hapid Transit. Hotel Clerk—Look at my new diamond! It's a darling, isn't it? Guest—It's a fine stone. May I ask you got it! Hotel Clerk—It's one of the French jewels that's just been auctioned. Guest—See here, that auction only last two days ago. From Paris to Omaha is one stretch. Hotel Clerk—Guess everybody knows Do you suppose I'd risk body stone on board! No, sir. It came by cable, that did not. Guest—Take something with me—Chick Tunes. A Preliminary Report. A youngster of the mature age of 10, tain of the Boomer club, a baseball player an adjoining city, recently received a large lege from a rival club to play, which he kept. Before the game took place, ever he prepared two reports for his papers, either one of which could be used occasion demanded. One set forth in glove terms a victorious result for the nine other merely lost a space for his score; this concluding comment: "The game lost to the Boomers through bad umpliness This was taking time by the forelock, lad—Boston Gazette. Of No Interest to Him. Mrs. Guizzieheimer, the wife of the eminent brewer, was reading the evening paper: "Vav was der news mit dot paper!" Mr. Guizzieheimer, who drops into Eugene ovasionally, "I see der hop crop was going to be a failure this year already," replied the lady. "Vell," said the eminent brewer, "can't find more interesting news as do I go to sleep mit myself冷." And in five minutes he was smoring with York Num. Two houses later he frowned at me frying ourselves in their low ceilings of the house was sitting on the front door of the spacious fee. He lived here for nearly a year and hated it. He was a painter who loved to paint his house. An eminent as "Lady pianist" climbed out and marveled at this very man. Now. You're not. New. Then the confiding Holloway told him the whole story. "Let's try my school," insensibly paused the stranger. Uh huh. If you must pay no rent? Now. Hank! oh, Hank! the stranger shouted, yes called them newel right that. We will stop yet. I reckon. Now, neighbor, which habit of the school's all you take is just perkier. My quarter section is right now. Holloway looked down at us, but the stranger and eight strapping big boys two buildings that looked dangerous, so we might enunciate. Then the Egyptian told that the school should be kept well off of his boys wanted to go to the school hallway was glad to compartmentalize and divide the teacher's salary, and most of a month they were both over at the school yet trying to move the school graded not an assistant teacher appointed—Win Benton Critic. Do You Know Who I Am? I like the fellow who is always asking, or evening to ask, "Don't you know who I am? It is human nature to be admired of being significant, of being unknown. The occupation does not deprive a man of that sense of being of some importance in the world. At the same time, there is nothing a man presents as quickly as being asked, "Don't you know who I am? Nobody inscription can keep the answer, internally, if he can keep it himself, of 'No, I don't,' and I don't carry a—— There was once a very important state official in California who thought that everybody in the state knew him, or ought to know him. He was one day walking through a field, when a ball addressed him in an undertale and made for him with its head born and borne in a position to raise him. He was a state official, a man of dignity and political power and natural power, but he ran. He ran surprisingly well. He ran even better than he did before, and he got to the fence first. He clamored over out of breath and dignity, and found the owner of the ball calmly demanding this permission. "What do you mean, sir?" asked the brake official. "What do you mean by having an infuriated animal like this roaming over the field." Well, I guess the ball has gone right in the field. Right Right! Do you know who I am? The farmer knocked his hand. I, sir, I am General. Why is thunder didn't you tell the ball! The result is that the Italian is passing away under our very eyes, and the time will soon come when the Indian agent will have to seek some other healthful, outdoor exercise. So the consumptive Shimneck, the author of "Slimy on Your Own Ground and Other Games," is soon to live only in the flea bitten records of a great nation. Once he wrote pieces for the boys to speak in school and contributed largely to McGarry's and Sidders' periodicals, but now you never hear of an Indian who is a good extemporaneous public speaker, or who can write for sour apples. He no longer makes the statement that he is an aged hemlock, that his limbs are withered and his trunk attached to the constable. He has ceased to tell through the columns of the Fifth reader how swift he used to be as a warrior and that the wary path is overgrown with grass. He very seldom writes anything for the papers except over the signature of Veritas, and the able young photographer who used to report his speeches at the council two seems to have moved away. So they wander on together, waiting for the final summons. Waiting for the jap or munches, and their coach is dry and lacking so they court along together toward the large and wide hereafter. They have lived so near Manhattan, where refinement is so plenty, where the joy they jerk from barley—every other day bus Sunday—given the town's reishish color, that the shimneck is lying, dying with his cowhide boots on, dying with his horse tire on, while the church leade elbise in Brooklyn and New Yorkers go to Jewry; go to get their fire water, go to get their reishal bug jacket, go to get their mending whisky. Par away at Minneapolis, in the land of the Dakota, where the cyclops feels so kinky, going on its active mind feet, with its tail up over the dash board, blowing babies the night the grindstone without injuring the babies where the cyclops and the whopper parry on in joy together—the refinement and frigidity, with the new and autumnie melodies and choice diseases that belong to the Canadian gather in the festive red man, take him to the reservation, rob him while his little fish hide; rob him till he forms his own job him till he bleaks the booklet. And the Shimneck is falling, he who prepares American Vespers when he lends them a skirt with a breath of peace and colour, has his wife invaded other strangers with their notions of refinement and their knowledge of the Scriptures and their food for God. Shimneck—he have prepared his diadems final for his marriage in New York World. A New Proverb, Shimneck girls are not altogether despised of their realism. Cage of them can also suffer from false pretendies. In a class of girls a few days after she was born she was not proudly from some prentices another. One of these girls remained silent until she returned an original one following: "The child that has a dog cart never lacks great conflict with run. The result is that the Italian is passing away under our very eyes, and the time will soon come when the Indian agent will have to seek some other healthful, outdoor exercise. So the consumptive Shimneck, the author of "Slimy on Your Own Ground and Other Games," is soon to live only in the flea bitten records of a great nation. Once he wrote pieces for the boys to speak in school and contourlated largely to McGarry's and Sidders' periodicals, but now you never hear of an Indian who is a good extemporaneous public speaker, or who can write for sour apples. He no longer makes the statement that he is an aged hemlock, that his limbs are withered and his trunk attached to the constable. He has ceased to tell through the columns of the Fifth reader how swift he used to be as a warrior and that the wary path is overgrown with grass. He very seldom writes anything for the papers except over the signature of Veritas, and the able young photographer who used to report his speeches at the council two seems to have moved away. So they wander on together, waiting for the final summons. Waiting for the jap or munches, and their coach is dry and lacking so they court along together toward the large and wide hereafter. They have lived so near Minneapolis, in the land of the Dakota, where the cyclops feels so kinky, going on its active mind feet, with its tail up over the dash board, blowing babies the night the grindstone without injuring the babies where the cyclops and the whopper parry on in joy together—the refinement and frigidity, with the new and autumnie melodies and choice diseases that belong to the Canadian gather in the festive red man, take him to the reservation, rob him while his little fish hide; rob him till he forms his own job him till he bleaks the booklet. And the Shimneck is falling, he who prepares American Vespers when he lends them a skirt with a breath of peace and colour. Has his wife invaded other strangers with their notions of refinement and their knowledge of Veritas, and the able young photographer who used to report his speeches at the council two seems to have moved away. So they wander on together, waiting for the final summons. Waiting for the jap or munches, and their coach is dry and lacking so they court along together toward the large and wide hereafter. They have lived so near Minneapolis, in the land of the Dakota, where the cyclops feels so kinky, going on its active mind feet, with its tail up over the dash board, blowing babies the night the grindstone without injuring the babies where the cyclops and the whopper parry on in joy together—the refinement and frigidity, with the new and autumnie melodies and choice diseases that belong to the Canadian gather in the festive red man, take him to the reservation, rob him while his little fish hide; rob him till he bleaks the booklet. And the Shimneck is falling, he who prepares American Vespers when he lends them a skirt with a breath of peace and colour. Has his wife invaded other strangers with their notions of refinement and their knowledge of Veritas, and the able young photographer who used to report his speeches at the council two seems to have moved away. So they wander on together, waiting for the final summons. Waiting for the jap or munches, and their coach is dry and lacking so they court along together toward the large and wide hereafter. They have lived so near Minneapolis, in the land of the Dakota, where the cyclops feels so kinky, going on its active mind feet, with its tail up over the dash board, blowing babies the nightthe grindstone without injuringthe babieswherethecyclopsandthewhopperparryoninjoytogether—therefinementandfrigiditywiththenewandautumnielmetodiesandchoicediseasesthatbelongtotheCanadiangatherintherestivalredman,takehimtotheservation,rohhimwhilehisittlefishhide;robhimtiltheremformshisownjobhimtiltherebleaksthebooklet. AndtheShimneckisfalling,hewereexcessivelymelodiousandplaint.Iitis sometimes explained that this law tothemixtureofsilverintheballmassandthatthenewbellsarepastfrommeansandsoftnessoftons.itisrarelythatonehearsaharshbellitthepreferencetosummer.thinnatetheadmoneynotmakenymelodiousmuthoughgetm mechanicallywithoutunlessgreatbellsarestruckwithaclampymotawearingthere wouldbeunmachencollectiontotheuseofshorthumblinksintheUnitedStatesthehamiltonhardfingerwhichshootsthefamilystillifourbellshadanyofthemusicalgridsoftheMexican-Harper'sMagazine. PIERCE & LITTLEFIELD, GENERAL LAND AGENT AND REAL ESTATE REALIST We will sell land belonging to OURSELVES, well located and in lots and prices to suit purchasers who want a home. And we buy, sell, rent and care for the property of others. PIERCE & LITTLEFIELD. Anaheim Cal. Fred Crist, MERCHANT TAILOR, Anaheim Hotel Building, Anaheim, Cal. A LEAVE ON HAND A FULL LINE OF THE FINEST IMPORTED GOODS. A Perfect Fit Guaranteed. The patronage of the public respectfully solicited. I have now no hand a very large assortment of imported goods, from which every house can be spiked, and might get a dollar's worth at some coiner grocery, an aqua fisher might put a lift on one of his boats it down, but in a few weeks Samuel take a powerful drop, an' when he down de concussion would jar de butt' his shirt. FASHION LIVERY AND SALE STABLES. Center Street. : : Anaheim N. H. MITCHÉLL, Proprietor. LIVERY AND SALE STABLES. Center Street. : : ANAHEP N. H. MITCHELL, PROPRIETOR. The finest turnouts in the county of Anaheim settle on handsome rigs and first-class shipping addicts will be used call. Hotel del Campo TRACT. Three Minutes walk from the business center of Anaheim. Adjoining the depot grounds of the California Central Railroad. Fifty Thousand Dollar Hotel now being Built on the Tract. Three Minutes walk from the business center of Anaheim. Adjoining the depot grounds of the California Central Railroad. Fifty Thousand Dollar Hotel now being Built on the Tract. Business and residence lots are now offered for sale on this tract at low prices, which will only hold good for a limited time. Special inducements are offered to persons who will build on This Tract. The owners of this tract will spare no expense in improving it and Making it the choicest part of town. For information, maps and price list apply to ANAHEIM IMPROVEMENT COMPANY, Or to any Real Estate Agent in Anaheim. Southern and Herts, SANTA ABK pots and hops the membrane of the threshing and lage when palmmed and indulged by dyesm. It prevents night sweats and tightness around the chest, curvy coughs, creepy nausea, mild breathiness, pneumonia, wheezing cough and all other thirst and lung symptoms. No other medicines is necessary in causing annual attacks of California Cat-E-Cup. The emergence and increasing demand for these attendant California remedies confirm their merits. Sold and absolutely guaranteed by A. Krag, Anaheim, Cal., at $14 a package. Three per $20. Not a California Hope. Anybody can catch a tail this kind of weather. The trouble is to let go, like the man who caught the horse. We ask any members in purchase of A. Krug a bottle of SANTA ABK, the California King of Composition, Dustbins, Pneumonia, Coughs and Creepy Nausea and keep it healthy. The plains be the home and land in the heaviest plains. Gold at $18 a bottle or $20 CALIFORNIA CAT-E-CUP given immediately. The Original virus is most disfigured by its healing and penetrating powers. Give it a try. Our mugging treatment $1, and by mail $19. The Anaheim Improvement Company will send purchaser of late in their tract to build duplex houses or building houses there. LIES'S BEER HALL G. A. Brunswicker, Palace Meat Market, Los Angeles St., Anaheim. An Absolute Cup. The Original Alcohol Objection is only put up in large towns across the house, and in an aliphatic case for all more homes, rooms, chapels and all else except alcohol. Will probably use all kinds of pills. And the Original Alcohol Outcome. Made by A. Krug, Anaheim, Cal., at 30 cents per bushel — by mail 29 cents. Santa Abie, KING of CONSUMPTION: Every Bottle Necessary Gives Satisfaction and The Best Because Those who have used it Have Not over-estimated It will Convince you SANTA ABIE Prepared only by the Abelein Medical Co., One with Oil, Sold by A. Krug, Griggs, Anahale, Oil, Hammons, Mane & Co., Windmill agents, Los Angeles, Cal. NOTICE TO CREDITORS. ESTATE OF A. T. BROOK, DECREASED Motion is hereby given by the undersigned, adjoining to the notice of Richard Melrose and Wicka & Ward, attorney-at-law, Renee 30 and 37, Temple Hill, Los Angeles, the same being the place for this decree of the estate of A. T. Brook, deceased Date this 4th day of January, A. D., 1855 J. A. McANALLY, Administrator of the estate of A. T. Brook, deceased IN THE SUPERIOR COURT BANK OF ANAHEIM CAPITAL 8 U.K. $100,000.00 PLEZ JAMES... President O. B. SHAFFER... Secretary BOARD OF DIRECTORS: IN THE SUPERIOR COURT STATE OF CALIFORNIA COUNTY OF LOS ANGELES NOTICE IN MEMBER GIVEN THAT IN COMPLIANCE with the provisions of the act of Congress June 18, 1877, entitled "An act for the sale of timber in the state of California, Oregon, Nevada and Washington Territory," Engineer Kawell of Los Angeles, county of Los Angeles, state of California, issued his warrant on June 18, 1877, stating that he would sell timber in the state of California, Oregon, Nevada and Washington Territory. Engineer Kawell was authorized to sell timber in the state of California, Oregon, Nevada and Washington Territory. F. CONRAD, Brewer and Wine Manufacturer Leader in the firm Grands of Melwood & Rye Whiskies. KEEP ALWAYS ON HAND AND FOR SALE all kinds of wine and pure brandy. My BEER is Equal to any Lager Beer in the State. IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF LA SANGRE COUNTY, STATE OF CALIFORNIA NO. 2061. IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF LA SANGRE COUNTY, STATE OF CALIFORNIA In the matter of the state of J. P. Guirado, deceased, Under fixing time and place of hearing the petition for acreage erected annually by executive proclamation of L. A. Baldwin, is being heard by Judge J. D. Spence, Jr., on behalf of the firm Baldwin & Spence, Inc., in courtroom No. 3, range No. W. B. M., on Tuesday, the 5th day of December 1877. He has been admitted as witness by William H. Blinn of Anaheim, P. O., J. L. B. Bush of El Monte, P. O., H. C. Gude of Anaheim, P. O., Fred Hartung of Anaheim, P. O. Any and all persons claiming adversely above described lands are requested to file their claims in this office or before midday 19th day of December 1877. J. M. Griffith Company LUMBER DEALERS (Near Bagroad Depot) Keep constantly on hand Doors, Blinds, Windows, MOULDINGS. Posts, Shakes, Shingles, LATH, HAIR, PLASTER OF PARIS Anaheim GRINT MILLS OPERATING ON Wednesdays and Saturdays of each week. Grints Fuel, Meal Elec., all variations. W.T. BROWN, Agent R. LUDDRK. Watch Maker and Jeweler Centra Street, Anaheim. BANK OF ANAHEIM CAPITAL $100,000.00 PLEZ JAMES... President O.B. SHAFFER... Secretary BOARD OF DIRECTORS: E. F. SPENCE, W. H. MALORY W. J. JAMES, N. H. MOTT, F. JAMES. This Bank receives Deposits: Long Money, Buys and Sells Locks and Currency; makes Collections and transactions General Banker Business. COMPOSITION: First National Bank of Los Angeles. Capital Stem: $100,000.00 Scrapie: $475.00 E. F. SPENCE, President J. M. ELLIOTT, Cashier DIRECTIONS: Articles of incorporation for the firm Baldwin & Spence, Inc., are hereby accepted upon receipt of the notice given by the Board of Directors. This bank receives Deposits: Long Money, Buys and Sells Locks and Currency; makes Collections and transactions General Banker Business. 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