anaheim-gazette 1889-07-11

A SHEAF OF FANCIES. A LOOK AT LIFE FROM THE STAND POINT OF A NONCONFORMIST. "Amber" Wants to Be, a Protoplasm, a Barnacle or a Bird. The Earth Will Be a Paradise Home Day—Better to Be a Bird and Fly Than a Toad Under Water. I am tired of the constant waits of events. I want to go back and be a protoplasm. I want to be a barnacle on a South Beach island rock and let the full Pacific tides wash over me and the southern mines steep me in infinite calmness of laziness. I want to forget that there are such things as electric lights and steam engines in the world. My brain aches with the effort to keep up with the stride of events. I have felt the same way behind a runaway horse, and once upon the cowcatcher of a fast train. I should experience the same sensation. I believe, that to the tail of a comet sparkling through space. Give me the quiet that lurks in the clover blossom and shadow haunted woods, and you are welcome to my place in a crashing, smashing, indiscriminative world; you may fall into file with "wich men, poor men, begar men, and thieves," and take up your march with them over. Satah's grand boulevard to the trim and trig burying ground where souls and bodies go into eclipse. THIS PLANET'S FASCINATIONS. I wish I were a bird to spread my wings and fly away to the top of a tall elm tree or a mountain pine, leaving forever this crazy world, and steering my feathered sails straight into the upper blue, dipping my plumy ear in far off areas of silence. I'd go to Oregon, where the ghoulish wood chopper had never left his mark, and I'd find some forest so vast and deep that even the flutter of a falling leaf could be heard in the still air, and there I'd build me a nest of silence, drink sunshine for wine, and never grow old. And when death came I'd turn into an angel without any more fuse than it takes for a bud to change to a bloom. I'd have no funeral, nor crape, nor mourning friends, nor floral display, nor outdoor parade of bears and followers, but I'd simply die and be done with it, as "morning melts into noon." That fancy suggests another. Do you know, I think it would be rather difficult for a wide awake, public spirited mortal to be come, at once, an angel! He would always be coming back and polishing his wing like a butterfly over a rose, to see how the world was faring. He wouldn't feel half as much interest in the halleluja that he used to feel in an election. It would take a long time for him to forget his old political war cry, or use himself to a government where they didn't change rulers every four years. How would it seem, I wonder, to revisit earth after the gypsies of mortality, had been stricken from our facilities and the dust of limitation brushed from our visions; to watch the green globe, like a bubble in the sunshine, floating on its way amidst the stars? Would one care to dinger or be quick to blew away... know, I think it would be rather difficult for a wide awake, public spirited mortal to become, an angel! He would always be coming back and paling his wing like a butterfly over a rose, to see how the world was faring. He wouldn't feel half as much interest in the hallelujahs that he used to feel in an election. It would take a long time for him to forget his old political war cry, or use himself to a government where they didn't change rulers every four years. How would it seem, I wonder, to revisit earth after the gyves of mortality, had been stricken from our facilities and the dust of limitation brushed from our visions; to watch the green globe, like a bubble in the sunshine, floating on its way amid the stars! Would one care to dinger or be quick to ble away back to the heavenly country, glial that one's race on earth was run forever! Perhaps the shooting stars are only angel tears after all, shed by homestick spirits grieving for the old camping ground. Dimpled with dells and curved with hills, starred with sons and fringed with forests, I am inclined to think this beautiful planet would soon, even to an angel's vision, a complete pocket edition of Paradise itself, for never tell me that Heaven can be any fairer than earth shall be one day when frost from sorrow and sin. THE OTHER HIDE But, aside from nature's perfection, what would a heavenly visitant see today? Tribes and races boiling like an Irishman's stow, man treading one another down to chase a note of gold through the air, grown up boys blowing bubbles and cursing when they broke; a honeycombbed landscape of graves over which forever broods the dark wing of un alleviated sorrow; fair women at their tiring glass like painted dolls in satin gowns, with sawdust in their hearts and cotton batting in their brains; cherub babies coming up from the border hands of heaven into the highways of sin, like doves flocking from green meadows and blossom trees into the smoke and dangers of the town; ships sailing treacherous seas, freighted with souls; ships sucked down in yeasty waves while pale hands toss for help; tempests, like packs of hungry bounds loosed from the leash, tracking fruitful lands with desolation, lovers walking hand in hand together; friends and comrades in goodly fellowship, until invisible voles summon one and another away as from our May day fields the ghosts of dandelion flowers are called by unseen winds; the grand and unstayed march of progress; the rush of steels of steam, the crash of constant disaster; the myriad ways of taking life, the shock of armies, the secret flash of the assassin's blade, the thud of suicidal leaps, the flickering out of love guarded lives like wind blown lights, the sowing of tares by evil hands, the patient garnering of scattered harvests of golden deeds, the unequal balance of right with wrong, and all the insolence of might over right; but where and what am I pray! I started out with the desire to be a protoplasm, and have evolved into a pictorial staff anguil. Suppose we drop the sheaf of fanches and talk about commonplace things, for the only way to avoid the world's ridiculus my dear, is to be commonplace. Like soldiers in a trench, the way to save our heads from the sharp shooters is to "lay low." The signal for your scalp locks to fly is given when you raise above the level. Be like other folks and the world will let you alone; rise to any individuality, or soorn to be a conformist, and you as once become the target for bullets. Did it ever occur to you, though, that there is more glory in losing one's head, provided one finds it again in glory, than in keeping it on one's shoulders here, and having it counted of about as much worth by the Lord's appraisers as a unit in a row of 10,000 brass pins! I'd rather march into heaven when my time comes without a head and riddled all over with scars, than with a head stuffed full of feathers or a soul so tame that know, I think it would be rather difficult for a wide awake, public spirited mortal to be once, an angel! He would always be coming back and paling his wing like a butterfly over a rose, to see how the world was faring. He wouldn't feel half as much interest in the halleujahs that he used to feel in an election. It would take a long time for him to forget his old political war cry, or use himself to a government where they didn't change rulers every four years. How would it seem, I wonder, to revisit earth after the gyves of mortality, had been stricken from our faculties and the dust of limitation brushed from our visions; to watch the green globe, like a bubble in the sunshine, floating on its way amid the stars! Would one care to dinger or be quick to ble away back to the heavenly country, glial that one's race on earth was run forever! Perhaps the shooting stars are only angel tears after all, shed by homesick spirits grieving for the old camping ground. Dimpled with dells and curved with hills, starred with sons and fringed with forests, I am inclined to think this beautiful planet would soon, even to an angel's vision, a complete pocket edition of Paradise itself, for never tell me that Heaven can be any fairer than earth shall be one day when frost from sorrow and sin. THE OTHER HIDE But, aside from nature's perfection, what would a heavenly visitant see today? Tribes and races boiling like an Irishman's stow, man treading one another down to chase a note of gold through the air, grown up boys blowing bubbles and cursing when they broke; a honeycombbed landscape of graves over which forever broads 'the dark wing of un alleviated sorrow; fair women at their tiring glass like painted dolls in satin gowns, with sawdust in their hearts and cotton batting in their brains; cherub babies coming up from the border hands of heaven into the highways of sin, like doves flocking from green meadows and blossom trees into the smoke and dangers of the town; ships sailing treacherous seas, freighted with souls; ships sucked down in yeasty waves while pale hands toss for help; tempests, like packs of hungry bounds loosed from the leash, tracking fruitful lands with desolation, lovers walking hand in hand together; friends and comrades in goodly fellowship; until invisible voles summon one and another away as from our May day fields the ghosts of dandelion flowers are called by unseen winds; the grand and unstayed march of progress; the rush of steols of steam, the crash of constant disaster; the myriad ways of taking life, the shock of armies, the secret flash of the assassin's blade, the thud of suicidal leaps, the flickering out of love guarded lives like wind blown lights, the sowing of tares by evil hands, the patient garnering of scattered harvests of golden deeds, the unequal balance of right with wrong; and all the insolence of might over right; but where and what am I pray! I started out with the desire to be a protoplasm, and have evolved into a pictorial staff anguil. Suppose we drop the sheaf of fanches and talk about commonplace things, for the only way to avoid the world's ridiculus my dear, is to be commonplace. Like soldiers in a trench, the way to save our heads from the sharpshooters is to "lay low." The signal for your scalp locks to fly is given when you raise above the level. Be like other folks and the world will let you alone; rise to any individuality, or soorn to be a conformist, and you as once become the target for bullets. Did it ever occur to you, though, that there is more glory in losing one's head, provided one finds it again in glory, than in keeping it on one's shoulders here, and having it counted of about as much worth by the Lord's appraisers as a unit in a row of 10,000 brass pins! I'd rather march into heaven when my time comes without a head and riddled all over with scars, than with a head stuffed full of feathers or a soul so tame that know, I think it would be rather difficult for a wide awake, public spirited mortal to be once, an angel! He would always be coming back and paling his wing like a butterfly over a rose, to see how the world was faring when frost from sorrow and sin. THE OTHER HIDE But, aside from nature's perfection, what would a heavenly visitant see today? Tribes and races boiling like an Irishman's stow, man treading one another down to chase a note of gold through the air, grown up boys blowing bubbles and cursing when they broke; a honeycombbed landscape of graves over which forever broads 'the dark wing of un alleviated sorrow; fair women at their turing glass like painted dolls in satin gowns, with sawdust in their hearts and cotton batting in their brains; cherub babies coming up from the border hands of heaven into the highways of sin, like doves flocking from green meadows and blossom trees into the smoke and dangers of the town; ships sailing treacherous seas, freighted with souls; ships sucked down in yeasty waves while pale hands toss for help; tempests, like packs of hungry bounds loosed from the leash, tracking fruitful lands with desolation, lovers walking hand in hand together; friends and comrades in goodly fellowship; until invisible voles summon one and another away as from our May day fields the ghosts of dandelion flowers are called by unseen winds; the grand and unstayed march of progress; the rush of steols of steam，the crash of constant disaster；the myriad ways of taking life，the shock of armies，the secret flash of the assassin's blade，the thud of suicidal leaps，the flickering out of love guarded lives like wind blown lights，the sowing of tares by evil hands，the patient garnering of scattered harvests of golden deeds，the unequal balance of right with wrong；and all the insolence of might over right；但 where和 what am I pray! I started out with the desire to be a protoplasm，and have evolved into a pictorial staff anguil. Suppose we drop the sheaf of fanches and talk about commonplace things，for the only way to avoid the world's ridiculus my dear，is to be commonplace. Like soldiers in a trench，the way to save our heads from the sharpshooters is to "lay low." The signal for your scalp locks to fly is given when you raise above the level. Be like other folks and the world will let you alone; rise to any individuality，or soorn to be a conformist,and you as once become the target for bullets. Did it ever occur to you，though，that there is more glory in losing one's head，provided one finds it again in glory，than in keeping it on one's shoulders here，and having it counted of about as much worth by the Lord's appraisers as a unit in a row of 10,000 brass pins! I'd rather march into heaven when my time comes without a head and riddled all over with scars，than with a head stuffed full of feathers or a soul so tame that know，I think it would be rather difficult for a wide awake，public spirited mortal to be once，an angel！He would always be coming back and paling his wing like a butterfly over a rose，to see how the world was faring when frost from sorrow and sin. THE OTHER HIDE But，aside from nature's perfection，what would a heavenly visitant see today? Tribes and races boiling like an Irishman's stow，man treading one another down to chase a note of gold through the air，grown up boys blowing bubbles and cursing when they broke；a honeycombbed landscape of graves over which forever broads 'the dark wing of un alleviated sorrow；fair women at their turing glass like painted dolls in satin gowns，with sawdust in their hearts and cotton batting in their brains；cherub babies coming up from the border hands of heavens into the highways of sin，like doves flocking from green meadows and blossom trees into the smoke and dangers of the town；ships sailing treacherous seas，freighted with souls；ships sucked down in yeasty waves while pale hands toss for help；tempests，like packs of hungry bounds loosed from the leash，tracking fruitful lands with desolation，lovers walking hand in hand together；riends and comrades in goodly fellowship；until invisible voles summon one and another away as from our May day fields the ghosts of dandelion flowers are called by unseen winds；the grand and unstayed march of progress；the rush of steols of steam，the crash of constant disaster；the myriad ways of taking life，the shock of armies，the secret flash of the assassin's blade，the thud of suicidal leaps，the flickering out of love guarded lives like wind blown lights，the sowing of tares by evil hands，the patient garnering of scattered harvests of golden deeds，the unequal balance of right with wrong；and all the insolence of might over right；但 where和 what am I pray! I started out with the desire to be a protoplasm，and have evolved into a pictorial staff anguil. Suppose we drop the sheaf of fanches and talk about commonplace things，for the only way to avoid the world's ridiculus my dear，is to be commonplace. Like soldiers in a trench，the way to save our heads from the sharpshooters is to "lay low." The signal for your scalp locks to fly is given when you raise above the level. Be like other folks and the world will let you alone; rise to any individuality，or soorn to be a conformist,and you as once become the target for bullets. Did it ever occur to you，though，that there is more glory in losing one's head，provided one finds it again in glory，than in keeping it on one's shoulders here，and having it counted of about as much worth by the Lord's appraisers as a unit in a row of 10,000 brass pins! I'd rather march into heaven when my time comes without a head and riddled all over with scars，than with a head stuffed full of feathers or a soul so tame that know，I think it would be rather difficult for a wide awake，public spirited mortal to be once，an angel！He would always be coming back and paling his wing like a butterfly over a rose，to see how the world was faring when frost from sorrow and sin. THE OTHER HIDE But，aside from nature's perfection，what would a heavenly visitant see today? Tribes and races boiling like an Irishman's stow，man treading one another down to chase a note of gold through the air，grown up boys blowing bubbles and cursing when they broke；a honeycombbed landscape of graves over which forever broads 'the dark wing of un alleviated sorrow；fair women at their turing glass like painted dolls in satin gowns，with sawdust in their hearts和 cotton batting in their brains；cherub babies coming up from the border hands of heavens into the highways of sin，like doves flocking from green meadows and blossom trees into the smoke and dangers of the town；ships sailing treacherous seas，freighted with souls；ships sucked down in yeasy waves while pale hands toss for help；tempests，like packs of hungry bounds loosed from the leash，tracking fruitful lands with desolation，lovers walking hand in hand together；riends and comrades in goodly fellowship；until invisible voles summon one and another away as from our May day fields the ghosts of dandelion flowers are called by unseen winds；the grand and unstayed march of progress；the rush of steols of steam，the crash of constant disaster；the myriad ways of taking life，the shock of armies，the secret flash of the assassin's blade，the thud of suicidal leaps，the flickering out of love guarded lives like wind blown lights，the sowing of tares by evil hands，the patient garnering of scattered harvests of golden deeds，the unequal balance of right with wrong；and all the insolence of might over right；但 where和 what am I pray! I started out with the desire to be a protoplasm，and have evolved into a pictorial staff anguil. Suppose we drop the sheaf of fanches and talk about commonplace things，for the only way to avoid the world's ridiculus my dear，is to be commonplace. Like soldiers in a trench，the way to save our heads from the sharpshooters is to "lay low." The signal for your scalp locks to fly is given when you raise above the level. Be like other folks and the world will let you alone; rise to any individuality，or soorn to be a conformist,and you as once become the target for bullets. Did it ever occur to you，though，that there is more glory in losing one's head，provided one finds it again in glory，than in keeping it on one's shoulders here，and having it counted of about as much worth by the Lord's appraisers as a unit in a row of 10,000 brass pins! I'd rather march into heaven when my time comes without a head and riddled all over with scars，than with a head stuffed full of feathers or a soul so tame that know，I think it would be rather difficult for a wide awake，public spirited mortal to be once，an angel！He would always be coming back and paling his wing like a butterfly over a rose，to see how the world was faring when frost from sorrow and sin. THE OTHER HIDE But，aside from nature's perfection，what would a heavenly visitant see today? 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STEAMERS: Queen of Pacific, June 28 July 2 July 5 July 7 Santa Rosa, July 2 July 5 July 7 Los Angeles, July 2 July 5 July 7 Queen of Pacific, June 28 July 2 July 5 July 7 Santa Rosa, July 2 July 5 July 7 Los Angeles, July 2 July 5 July 7 Queen of Pacific, June 28 July 2 July 5 July 7 Tutt's Pills Of Interest to Ladies We will send a FREE SAMPLE of our wonderfully specific for female complaints to any lady who wishes to test them before purchasing. Read stamps on postage. ENTRIES REMAINING ONLY TO THE ORIGINAL RECEIPT OF PRICE 25 CENTS A DOZI MILLER & CO., Central Pharmacy. ANAHEIM, CAL. An Entire New Stock of Drugs and Medicines. ACCURATE DISPENSING OF PRESCRIPTIONS AT LOWEST PRICES. We Carry a Complete Stock of ... Fancy Soaps, Toilet Articles, and the Latest Fashionable Perfumes. SPONGES, CHAMOIS, & STATIONERY. PATENT MEDICINES, ETC. J.M. Griffith Company (A Corporation.) LUMBER DEALERS (Near Railroad Depot) ANAHEIM, Keep constantly on hand Doors, Blinds, Windows, MOULDINGS. Posts, Shakes, Shingles, LATH, HAIR, PLASTER OF PARIS. ANAHEIM GRIST MILLS. OPERATING ON Wednesdays and Saturdays of each week. Grain, Feed, Meal, Etc., of all varieties. Corn shelled and shipped. W. T. BROWN, Agent. LIEB'S BEER HALL. CHOICE WINES, LIQUORS, CIGARS. Ice-Cold Beer Always on Draught. Metz Building, Center Street. Ju6-30 STATEMENT OF THE CONDITION OF THE BANK OF ANAHEIM AT THE CLOSE OF BUSINESS MONDAY MORNING, JULY 1, 1890. ASSETS. Cash on hand ... $10,072 78 Rills receivable ... 69,652 68 Real estate ... 18,740 14 Macellaneous Stock ... 3,500 00 Bank lot, vault building ... 6,300 80 Due from other banks ... 37,436 70 LIABILITIES. Due deposits ... $111,751 45 Capital paid in gold coin ... 20,000 00 Surplus capital ... 10,000 00 SOUTHERN ROUTES. TIME TABLE FOR JULY, 1890. COMING SOUTH GOING NORTH STEAMERS. Queen of Pacific, Eureka ... June 28 July 2 July 5 July 7 Santa Rosa ... 5 6 7 8 9 10 Los Angeles ... 8 9 10 12 14 Queen of Pacific, Marina ... 10 12 13 14 Santa Rosa ... 12 14 16 18 Los Angeles ... 14 16 17 18 Queen of Pacific, Eureka ... 18 18 20 Santa Rosa ... 20 22 24 26 Los Angeles ... 22 24 26 Queen of Pacific, Eureka ... 24 28 30 Santa Rosa ... 28 28 30 Los Angeles ... 28 Aug. 1 Aug. 1 The steamers Queen of the Pacific and Santa Rosa leave San Pedro for San Diego on the dates of their arrivals from San Francisco, and on their trips between San Pedro and San Francisco call at Santa Barbara and Port Harford (San Luis Obispo) only. The Eureka and Los Angeles call at all way ports Cars to connect with steamers leave S. P. R. R. Depot, Fifth street, Los Angeles, as follows: With Queen of the Pacific and Santa Rosa at 9:50 o'clock, A.M. With Los Angeles and Eureka going north, at 5:10 o'clock, P.M. railroad time. Passengers per Los Angeles and Eureka via Redondo leave Santa Fe depart at 5:30 P.M. All Plans of steamers cabins as agent's office where berths may be secured. The steamers Los Angeles and Eureka will call regularly at Newport pier for and with freight and passengers. The company reserve the right to change the steamers or their days of sailing. For passage or freight, as above, or for Tickets to and from All Important Points in Europe, Apply to W. PARRIS. Agent OFFICE—No. 8 Commercial Street. Los Angeles BANK OF ANAHEIM CAPITAL STOCK, $100,000.00. PLEZ JAMES... President GEORGE V. HORR... Cashier BOARD OF DIRECTORS: E. F. SPENCE, W. H. MABURY W. K. JAMES, S. H. MOTT, P. JAMES This Bank receives Deposits, Loans Money, Buys and Sells Exchange and Currenoy, makes Collections and transacts a General Banking Business. CORRESPONDENTS: First National Bank, Los Angeles. Farmers and Merchants Bank, Los Angeles Pacific Bank. San Francisco. First National Bank New York. DRAFTS, LETTERS OF CREDIT OR POSTAL orders issued on Banks in the principal cities of all European countries. Tickets entitling the holder to passage from New York to the several ports of England; France or Germany; or from any port in these countries to New York. Of Interest to Ladies This popular remedy never fails effectively cure Dyspepsia, Constipation, Sloth Headache, Billiousness And all diseases arising from Torpid Liver and Bad Digestion. THE natural result is good appetite and solid flesh. But usually eligible as an anaesthetic and easy to swallow. SOLD EVERYWHERE. CATARRIE COLD IN HEAD. Try the Cure Ely's Cream Ball Cleansees the Nasal Passages. Iays Inflammation. Heals the Sores the Senses of Taste, Sniffing and Hearing. A particle is applied into each nostril to agreeable Price $50c. at Draggenta small ELY BROTHERS.$5 Warren St.New YORK. SCIENTIFIC AMERICA ESTABLISHED 1895 ASSETS. Cash on hand ... $10,072 78 Bills receivable ... 69,652 66 Real estate ... 18,749 14 Miscellaneous Stock ... 3,500 00 Bank lot, vault building ... 6,300 00 Due from other banks ... 37,426 70 LIABILITIES. Due depositors ... $111,751 45 Capital paid in gold coin ... 20,000 00 Surplus capital ... 10,000 00 Undivided profits ... 3,960 82 STATE OF CALIFORNIA Los Angeles county ... $145,702 23 Plex James, President, and Geo. V. Horr, Cashier of the Bank of Anaheim, being duly sworn depoce and say that the above statement is true and correct to the best of their knowledge and belief. PLEX JAMES, President, GEO. V. HORR, Cashier, Subscribed and sworn to before me this last day of July, 1889. RICHARD MELROSE, Notary Public. STATEMENT OF THE CONDITION OF THE BANK OF ANAHEIM OF THE AMOUNT OF CAPITAL PAID UP IN GOLD COIN. Capital Paid up in Gold Coin ... $20,000.00 Surplus ... 10,000.00 STATE OF CALIFORNIA, County of Los Angeles ... Plex James, President, and Geo. V. Horr, Cashier of the Bank of Anaheim, each being duly sworn depoce and say that the above statement is true and correct. PLX JAMES, President, GEO. V. HORR, Cashier, Subscribed and sworn to before me this last day of July, 1889. RICHARD MELROSE, Notary Public. City Stables, Center Street (Opposite Kroeger's Block) ANAHEIM. A. L. Lewis & Co. Proprietors. THREE STABLES ARE THE BEST VENTILATED Land most commenced in the town and special at stations will be public Business and General House. The share in all times will be reasonable. Single and Double Teams General Banking Business. CORRESPONDENTS: First National Bank, Los Angeles. Farmers and Merchants Bank, Los Angeles Pacific Bank. San Francisco. First National Bank New York. DRAFTS, LETTERS OF CREDIT OR POSTAL orders issued on Banks in the principal cities of all European countries. 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