anaheim-gazette 1890-01-16

VOLUME XX. Lodge Meetings. A HIGH LODGE, NO. 27, F.A.A.M. Regular meetings on the Monday beginning the full moon in each journeying brethren in good weather cordially invited to attend PHILIP DAVIS, W. M. BURTON, Secretary. GREEN COUNCIL, AMERICAN LEON Mast's second and fourth Wednesday at 8 P.M. F.C. SMYTHR, Secretary. Commander. Court, I.O.F. MEETS SECOND Fridays of each month. B.O.WOOD, Secretary. Chief Manager. HILL POST, NO. 121, O.A.R. I.O.O.F. Hall, Los Angeles street, every fourth Saturday of each month. E.BARK, P.C. DOWELL, Adjutant. HOPEN FRIENDS MEET THE FIRST Saturday evenings in each month at 8 Fellows' Hall. WM. M. McFADDEN, Councillor. Secretary. LODGE, NO. 190, I.O.O.F. REQUIRING every Tuesday evening. Visiting always welcome. J.J.DYER, N.O. Secretary. LODGE, NO. 37, I.O.O.F. MEETS Thursday at 8 P.M. at Odd Fellows' Hall. ROBERT MENZEL, N.O. Secretary. PROFESSIONAL CAMBS. J.BULLARD, A.B.M.D. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. Residence, corner Hermine and Chartres street, near Planters' Hotel. OFFICE HOURS: 12 to 1:30, and 6 to 7:30 p.m. HARD MELROSE, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. AND NOTARY PUBLIC Anahiem, Calc Attention given to PROBATE matters. MISCELLANEOUS. A Rare Opportunity CLOSING OUT DRESS GOODS, FANCY GOODS LADIES' AND CHILDREN'S SHOP At 15 Per Cent Below Cost 1 Every Article Marked in Plain Figure HIPPOLYTE CAHEM T.J.F.BOEG Wholesale and Retail Dealer in WINES, LIQUORS AND CIGARS KEeps Always On Hand A COMPLETE STOCK Of the Finest Wines, Liquors and Cigars. WINES AND LIQUORS BY THE KEG, GALLON OR BOTTLE. Orders by Mail Promptly Attended to GOODS DELIVERED FREE OF CHARGE Opp. S.P. Depot, ANAHEIM, CA A COMPLETE STOCK Of the Finest Wines, Liquors and Cigars. WINES AND LIQUOR BY THE KEG, GALLON OR BOTTLE. Orders by Mail Promptly Attended to GOODS DELIVERED FREE OF CHARGE Opp. S. P. Depot, ANAHEIM, CA Removed--Backs' Building SALE! SALE! SALE! AT — A. T. WALLOP CLEARANCE SALE! I AM KEEPING UP WITH THE TIMES. SELLING OFF MY LARGE STOCK OF DRY GOODS, NOTIONS, FANCY ARTICLES, LADIES' UNDERWEAR, HATS, E AND SHOES, ETC., TO DO ONLY AN Exclusive : Grocery : Tra — COME AND GET — GOOD BARGAINS REDUCED PRICE Times are hard and I will sell close for cash or t FAIRVIEW STORE. SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT I take pleasure in announcing that I prepared to meet the wants of the public w an assortment of Boots, Shoes, Hats, Clothing, Dry Good GROCERIES AND GENERAL MERCHANDISE. I sell every article on its merits. Call and see for yourself, STORE ON BROADWAY, One-half mile west Southern Pacific Railroad Depot, near Fairvi M. H. CHEESEMAN. PLANTERS' HOTE GROCERIES AND GENERAL MERCHANDISE. I sell every article on its merits. Call and see for yourself, STORE ON BROADWAY, One-half mile west Southern Pacific Railroad Depot, near Fairview. M. H. CHEESEMAN. PLANTERS' HOTEL Center Street, Anaheim, Cal. N. H. MITCHELL, PROP. Headquarters for Commercial Travel F. CRIST, MERCHANT TAILOR Just received a complete assortment of FALL Goods of latest styles and fabrics, which the attention of the citizens of Anaheim and vicinity is directed. Suits to order from - $25 Pants to order from - $6 An invitation is cordially extended public to call and examine this stock. FRED CRIST ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA, THURSDAY, JANUARY 16, 1880. Opportunity! G OUT CY GOODS, REN'S SHOES! Below Cost! in Plain Figures! CAHEN. OEGE, Dealer in AND CIGARS. ON HAND STOCK! ors and Cigars. LIQUORS OR BOTTLE. ly Attended to. REE OF CHARGE! AHEIM, CAL. The Weekly Gazette. Established 1870. Transactions Advice Stats. Mr. Act. 1 week 2 weeks 3 weeks 4 weeks One square. $1.00 $1.50 $2.00 $2.50 Two squares. $2.00 $2.50 $3.00 $3.50 Three squares. $3.00 $3.50 $4.00 $4.50 Four squares. $4.00 $4.50 $5.00 $5.50 Customary Reductions on above rates will be made on advertisement running for longer periods. Usual discounts on large advertisements. The Gazette is issued every Thursday morning, and must be submitted by the early mail. It is delivered by carrier in Anaheim on the morning of publication. Entered at the Anaheim Postoffice as second-class matter. Items of news and correspondence on all line subjects are solicited by the editor. Be brief, and write directly to the point. All communications must be signed by the author, not for publication, but for the information of the editor. TO A FAN. Come to my room, pretty fine, And while I were you, if you can, Rave my minute angst; And blow upon her blushing cheeks, Until she smiles, and I may speak, You're wing of Cupid. Ah, now I'm really going to speak: Make home to cool her heated chest, So that her heart grow warmed. And send a sweetly broken yea, Up to her lips, my heart to bless, My radiant little charmer. -Susan Hartley in Harper's Weekly. THE PADRE'S CATS. Padre Mateo Verdugo was the venerable artist in charge of an Indian painting. THE STOCK! OORS and Ciqars. LIQUORS OR BOTTLE. LY Attended to. REE OF CHARGE! AHEIM, CAL. ATS’ Building ! SALE ! BLOP'S ! SALE ! ES. SELLING OFF ALL GOODS, NOTIONS AND MERWEAR, HATS, BOOTS AN ery : Trade. DUCED PRICES se for cash or trade. STORE. UNCEMENT bouncing that I am of the public with ning, Dry Goods, . MERCHANDISE. and see for yourself, at my DADWAY, ad Dept., near Fairview St ESEMAN. HOTEL, The padre had almost fallen asleep, when hearing the ratter of baro feet, he And while I were you, if you can, Receive my summertime; And blow upon her blimming cords Until she smiles, and I may speak. You roar wing of Capel. Ah, now I'm really going to speak; Make home to cool her heated chest. So that her heart grow warmed. And send a sweetly broken yea Up to her lips, my heart to bleem. My radiant little charmer. —Some Hartley in Harper’s Weekly. THE PADRE’S CATS. Padre Mateo Verdugo was the venerable priest in charge of an Indian mission near the coast of California. The mission is now a majestic ruin, and the race for whose regeneration it was founded is nearing extinction; but sixty years ago Padre Mateo was the busiest man in the world. There were the massive structures of adobe to be erected, neophytes to instruct and discipline, infants to baptize, hordes of hungry Indians to feed and funeral services to preach, for before the benighted savages could be brought to understand that the mission was being established for the saving of their souls they had sent many a Christian to join the army of the blessed martyrra. But when, after ten years of toll, the buildings were completed, and the last martyrs were buried, and the infants were all regenerated, and the Indians were pacified by gifts of trinkets and clothes, time began to weigh rather heavily upon the zealous padre. He lengthened the services and sang mass every day and performed all the ceremonies of the church with scrupulous exactness; he provided the mission with cattle and sheep, and taught the Indians to sow grain and to labor with tools, yet there were long hours left unoccupied and the priest was often lonely. After the soldiers were removed to a younger mission the padre’s parishioners, with the exception of Gaudaloupe Corteo, the ancient sacristan, were all Indiana. Now, Gaudaloupe, it must be confessed, made but a poor companion; for his work being done, he straightened his lank body upon a bench between the great arches at the sunny side of the building and went to sleep. Years passed away. The mission prospered. The harvest of souls was bountiful, and where once had been an unbroken solitude now uprose a pictureque Indian village, with houses built of reeds or of adobe, and the winding streets all leading up to the great gray pile on the hill. One morning, while the sacristian slept on his bench, Padre Mateo sat outside his door with a big book on his knees. The rugged mountains were veiled in miles of blue mist, but their snowy crests shone in the sunlight. Upon the velvety slopes of the foothills grassed cattle and sheep. The wide, fertile valley was bathed in golden light. Far off—a silver line—gleamed the Pacific ocean. The village streets were deserted. Save the droning of insects and the regular respirations of the dosing sacristan, not a sound broke the stillness. The padre had almost fallen asleep, when hearing the ratter of baro feet, he "I had no milk left after supplying the sick habe of the squaw who died last week. Surely the kithens can walk." "Walk!" stormed the padre. "Are they not walling from hunger even now? Their cries place my heart! How can I have them to your charge and go away for eight long days—and go I must—knowing that they will not be fed." At these words hope sprang up anew in Gaudaloupe’s perfidious heart. "Art thou going away, reverend padre?" he asked, meekly. "Am I indeed, to be left alone for eight long days." "It is true," replied the priest, sadly. "I must go. I am summoned to report to my superior at San Luis Ray; and the journey will require eight days. But how can I go? The Indians can get along well enough, to be sure, but what I ask you, heart of wood, what will become of my cats!" So Gaudaloupe promised earnestly to attend to all their wants, to call them regularly to their meals, to administer to the ailing ones their allotted spoonful of herb tea, and to endeavor to socee and cheer them during the absence of the priest. Next day, as Padre Mateo trudged slowly down the road, a mardonic smile came upon the countenance of the wicked sacristan. As the padre’s porphyre diminished in the distance, Gaudaloupe, forgetting the stitch in his back and the ache in his bones, skipped nimby into the house and began preparations to carry out his evil design. It was nearing midday. Already Ignatius, the oldest and least humghest of the cata, had appeared, stiffing, as he entered the kitchen, to learn if dinner was being cooked. "I will teach thee, villain!" muttered the sacristan, fiercely, as he busied himself building a fire. "I will teach thee to sit and glower at me while I work till my body shakes with weariness!" When the meal was ready Gaudaloupe went to the door. "Come, Carlotta, dearest! Come, my Pedrol Come, Carlos!" he called, tenderly. "Hasten within, for thy dinner waita! Be quick; then; all of you!" When the cats were seated, and waiting, as usual, for Padro Mateo to take his place and pronounce the benediction, Gaudaloupe, after tightly closing the doors, hurried to the chapel. From the altar he selected the largest crucifix, and bearing this in the left hand, and a great whip behind him in his right hand, he returned to the padre’s house. Holding the crucifix before him, the sacristan entered the room where the cats were assembled. "Now writethail brutesl villains!" he shouted—and at each word came a cut from the whip—"flendal monsterel ungrateful beast! Receive your punishment!" The astonished creatures leaped from their seats and torre madly about the little room, but they could not get beyond the reach of Gaudaloupe’s whip. He lashed right and left, still holding the crucifix before him, till at last he could no longer wield the heavy whip. "Enough for this time!" he panted, throwing open the door. "Now, creatures of evil, depart!" and as last cut disappeared the sacristan dropped his whip in a corner. One morning, while the sacristan slept on his bench, Padre Mateo sat outside his door with a big book on his knees. The rugged mountains were veiled in miles of blue mist, but their snowy crests shone in the sunlight. Upon the velvet slopes of the foothills grasped cattle and sheep. The wide, fertile valley was bathed in golden light. Far off—a silver line—gleamed the Pacific ocean. The village streets were deserted. Save the droning of insects and the regular respirations of the dosing sacristan, not a sound broke the stillness. The padre had almost fallen asleep, when hearing the patter of bare feet, he looked up to see some dark skinned boys carrying a litter of kittens toward the creek. "Qual Quel" cried the padre, rubbing his eyes. "Adonda va V? Would you destroy the poor kittens?" "Si, padre," replied one little Indian. "Para que?" questioned the priest. "They are too many, padre," answered the little Indian, poking his great toe in the dust and looking longingly toward the creek. "But wait! The pretty things!" They have not yet beheld the light of day. Give them to me!" cried the benign priest. "They shall not parish, for I will care for them myself. Are they not pretty, my worthy Gandaloupe? Open thine eyes for an instant. Seal are they not pretty?" Surely, had the sacristan foreseen the consequences, he would have made remonstrance then, before the padre's passion strengthened; but, being sleepy and saddish, Gandaloupe only chankled as he settled himself for another nap, thinking. "Now that the revenge padre has somewhat to answer him, perchance I may be permitted to dome in peace." One of the inconveniences arising from the adoption of a family of cats is the manner in which it is prone to increase. At the end of the second year Padre Mateo's cats were the home of the sacristan's life. Every day the print found it necessary to improve Gandaloupe for command and discipline. Mother he had not hatched Gandaloupe's eye, or the door catapult for Antelope's nose, mounted, or Christian had been allowed to snip off her breakfast—their it undermined, each cat had a high angel brutes! villains!" he shouted—and at each word came a cut from the whip—"flendal monsteral ungrateful beast! Receive your punishment!" The astonished creatures leaped from their seats and tore madly about the little room, but they could not get beyond the reach of Gandaloupe's whip. He lashed right and left, still holding the crucifix before him, till at last he could no longer wield the heavy whip. "Enough for this time!" he panted, throwing open the door. "Now, creatures of evil, depart!" and as the last cat disappeared the sacristan dropped his whip in a corner, assumed a devout expression and carried the crucifix back to its place on the altar. Thrice each day a similar scene was enacted. The cats were called tenderly by name, arranged in their respective places and generously served to a savory repast, only to see the sacristan appear, bearing the crucifix aloft in the left hand and the whip behind him in the right—till at the sight of the crucifix the creatures would spring wildly from their seats and seek to escape. Padre Mateo returned at night and was welcomed cordially by the perfidious sacristan. In the morning, when the breakfast was ready, Gandaloupe called the padre to the meal. "But—where are the cats?" asked Padre Mateo, upon meeting their unoccupied. Gandaloupe shrugged his shoulders with a look of sadness as he replied: "Speak not of them, revenge patrol!" "But I want my cats!" "Your excellence—I fear you have been befooled." "Where are my cats?" "Well, then, I will call them, venom-bite patrol but first let me speak." I fear the creatures are not more common cats, also why did they commit thunderstorms so sinfully in your absence? "How mean!" warned Padre Mateo. "Of what do you speak? Call my cats!" "The wish your memories for your memories is it in my memory of a Thursday, suddenly this confidence and the small confidence will come into play. Your memories will come into play here that this death may not kill the alter cloth. What will your memories do to cut your wood of two wolves hast almost bank." This quip which grows of Santa Claus who practises look in vain in limb that we Every limb strength, and praised. He favored to be a theory—[B.C.] NUMBER 10 FARM NOTES. Our Witness Hunt. I visited St. Louis, Chicago and New Orleans, and after carefully looking the field over, I am prepared to say that in my opinion the outlook of the California wine industry is excellent. There are many things to warrant this conclusion, particularly the facts that we have a short crop, that the demand for California wines is rapidly increasing, and that there is a ready sale for good, sound wines. All these circumstances I consider very encouraging, but at the same time I date to be put upon the market. We are confident that the graver for many years will find the date very profitable although this impact with the energy she will lift. When the season of this variable season begins later harvest than will be long干燥 of them in California, and then the cold compares with our old Virginia, so it is already being with the whole day. Important have already been made in enough to demonstrate that the date shall will benefit on the California Drought where water can be brought in the nation. In the natural home of many valleys of the wild or manified palm which have acquired great size. The palm would last well without in the drought if it were growing, it is always outside that water can be found near the surface. It will probably be a long time before the date will mature any prominent figure among the fruits of this State. But every successful experiment may hasten the time when the date will have a recognized place among the fruits cultivated for profit in California. The Nature of Anacostia. The following extract is taken from a small story, "Peter Baker, Capitalist," now in source of publication in the San Diego Union. The author, T. S. Van Dyke, is a writer of marked ability, who gives his pen free rain in describing some that come within the range of his own observation: The air was marvelously clear and the far and the near seemed almost alike in outline. Baker looked down upon a sturdy of country, that when all brought under cultivation and worked to its full capacity would almost make a State itself. Spreading out below lay a rapidly growing and prosperous city of more 30,000 people, whose population had doubled in four years preceding; a city growing too, at a faster rate than any other city in the United States. It lay, not like San Diego, dry and harren enough in summer to drive away half the people that come there and making it almost impossible for anybody to believe that there was plenty of water in the mountains behind it; but it lay almost in a wealth of green that reach away in long FARM NOTES. Our Witnesses. I visited St. Louis, Chicago and New Orleans, and after carefully looking the field ever, I am prepared to my that in my opinion the outlook of the California wine industry is excellent. There are many things to warrant this conclusion, particularly the facts that we have a short crop, that the demand for California wines is rapidly increasing, and that there is a ready sale for good, sound wines. All these circumstances I consider very encouraging, but at the same time I found some conditions that were not so cheering. For instance, I went to prominent dealers in California wines in New Orleans and other cities, and when I brushed the subject of handling the products of our company, they said they liked our wines very much, and that they could readily dispose of them at a good figure if we would allow them to be sold under a foreign label. This, however, in practice we have never permitted, and do not propose to the future, and it would be a great help to the business if everybody engaged in the business would adopt the same policy and strictly adhere to it. From my experience in the East I am convinced more than ever that if we are to have prosperity for our industry, it must be established on brands—have a reputation as the products of California vineyards. One of the best indications I met with my journey was the fact that there is an increasing demand for the better qualities of wine, showing that the consumers of our vintages are acquiring more critical tastes. This is the kind of a demand we want to foster, for California will be able to supply it, and people who once become acquainted with our best wines will not go to a foreign labeled bottle to satisfy their wants.[E. C. Priber, in Merchant] Planting and Pruning. Some mistakes in fruit-tree planting are thus summarized in Farm and Stockman: (1) Getting varieties not suited to your soil and climate is often a serious error, because it may be some time planted before you are fully aware of it. (2) Failing to properly prepare the soil, thinking you can do this afterward, which, while it increases the eventual cost, it decreases the chances for the trees to become a success. (3) Failing too much properly, in the dry season, to prevent the young trees from being damaged before they have assured a good root hold. (4) Letting the trees take care of themselves, instead of cultivating, pruning and giving such attention as will induce a good growth. (5) Failing to protect the trees from the ravages of borers or other pests, that often, if they do not kill, at least seriously injure the tree. I would to-day give several hundred dollars if I could undo the injury I have done to my orchard by following the "no pruning" plan. For to remedy the evil I am obliged this winter to cut back in many cases into the wood of two years ago, and in cases of limbs almost like an ex-box, even farther back. This question of light pruning is one on which growers disagree. I can site one of Santa Clara's most successful orchardists who practices very heavy pruning. You may look in vain in Dr. Flickinger's orchard for a limb that will not bear its own burden. Every limb is out back to a point of solid strength, and a vigorous thinning is also practiced. From my present lights I am forced to be a disciple of those who share his theory—[B. C. Brown, in Santa Clara Valley, The Prairie in California. Nearly all of the best known varieties of fruit trees are cultivated here upon a stretch of country, that when all brought under cultivation and worked to its full capacity would almost make a State itself. Spreading cut below lay a rapidly growing and prosperous city of some 30,000 people whose population had doubled in four years preceding; a city growing ten, at a faster rate than any other city in the United States. It lay, not like San Diego, dry and barren enough in summer to drive away half the people that come there and making it almost impossible for anybody to believe that there was plenty of water in the mountains behind it; but it lay almost in a wealth of green that reach away in long lines of ten, twenty and forty acres trests, amidst which lines of water ditch sparkled on every hand. On thousands of acres even into the very heart of the city reached orange groves in which the golden gleam of the ripened fruit and the snowy bloom of the fruit to come contrasted brightly with the dark shades of the evergreen leaves. On the southwest for miles after mile until lost in the hazy green of the San Joaquin Rancho stretched out a vast plain sloping gently up to the foot of the Santa Ana mountains and away to the shining face of the ocean on the south to where the bright sheet of green curled suddenly up into the high lands around San Pedro, and away on the west to where Santa Monica lay sleeping beside the sea. Far and near rose village after village. Line upon line of ten and twenty ears tracts, and bright, green fields of alfalfa, mile upon mile of vineyard, miles of fresh dark earth, where the great gang plows were at work, or the meadows were putting in grain, and miles of green beside, where the grain already grown was brightening over the land. The spires and roof of Anaheim, Santa Ana, Orange, Tustin and Westminster just peeped above the mass of orange, walnut, spruce, pepper, eucalyptus, and other trees, which formed a dense shadow around them. Farm upon farm tilled up the intervals between their towns, except where some great ranches still undivided, spread out its thousands of acres, on which great hardies of cattle were nibbling the springing grass. Thirty miles away across the plain Baker could trace the lines of the water ditches and through the long winding lines of timber that marked the course of the rivers, could see through the openings in the green trees she shining of the water. On the northwest, up to where the plains of Santa Monica sloped into the Cahuenga fills, it was the same alternation of large farms, great ranches, with small farms lost in the masses of green, orchards and vineyards of every kind—broad fields dotted with cattle, others darkly brown with upturned earth fresh from the plow. Over the hills on the northwest, the great valley of the San Bernardino with the Southern Pacific railroad running through it, opened before him with its tens of thousands of acres of brightly green land. He turned his glass easterly to the great valley of San Gabriel, where slope after slope low, wavy swells of land and long stretches of plain, looking as smoothly shaven and powdered with emory dust, reached leagues away toward the great snowy peaks of San Antonio, San Bernardo and San Jacinto, rising over 100,000 feet in the sky. And here again were lines of trees, long water currents, sparkling artesian wells, great groves of orange and lemon trees that rivaled the dark green of the groves of live-oak that still remained on some of the great ranches. And everywhere in the great circle around him fine houses, such as he had never before seen in any farming country, embowered in roses, geraniums and oresperses of every variety; all now in full bloom; and on every hand new houses were brightening plain and dawn-like. winter to cut back in many cases into the wood of two years ago, and in case of limbs bent almost like an ax-box, even farther back. This question of light pruning is one on which growers disagree. I can sit one of Santa Clara's most successful orchardists who practise very heavy pruning. You may look in vain in Dr. Flickinger's orchard for a limb that will not bear its own burden. Every limb is cut back to a point of solid strength, and a vigorous thinning is also practised. From my present lights I am forced to be a disciple of those who share his theory—[B. C. Brown, in Santa Clara Valley. The Palm in California. Nearly all of the best known varieties of palms are growing in this State as ornamental trees. The cultivation of the date palm has, in a few instances, been carried to the point of smoosen. A writer in the last number of the Overland Monthly collates many facts of interest about the value of this tree. Palm wine and oil are two of the well-known products of the African continent. The date is found on a fresh, fresh or green, in China and India. In the latter country large quantities of date sugar are made. Egypt is the home of this date palm. But it is claimed that the climatic conditions and soil for a large area of this State are no favourable to the culture of dates so that of Egypt. The Mission Paths introduced the vines, alvo and data. They demonstrated that these would all flourish here. The date has been left behind, not because it was a failure, but rather because other fruit industries have overthrowned or drawn attention away from its culture. Date have been successfully grown so far north as Yola county. Some years ago perfect samples of the fruit were brought from then country and exhibited in this bay. Date have been successfully grown in San Bernardo, Birmingham, Penske, Ontario, Santa Ana, and in a number of other places in the southeastern part of the State. Recent happenings show that a large number of young date trees are now growing in California, and have not been affected by our winters. Most of these were grown from the sand, and it will be years before any number of them come into fruiting. The conditions of soil and climate are such that the date can be grown in all of the hot interior valleys of the State, and will, as doubt, be found valuable crop. While all parts of the tree will be suitable for among the problems of dahlia and double, yet the fruit grows with great people with the kind dahlia that does not require from the first Wichita. Going to the bottom distribution for laying and caring for this fruit, we may in a fair manner expect a superior quality of stretches of plain, looking as smoothly shaven and powdered with emery dust, reached leagues away toward the great snowy peaks of San Antonio, San Bernardino and San Jacinto, rising over 100,000 feet in the sky. And here again were lines of trees, long water courses, sparkling artesian wells, great groves of orange and lemon trees that rivaled the dark green of the groves of live-oak that still remained on some of the great ranches. And everywhere in the great circle around him arrows fine houses, such as he had never before seen in any farming country, embowled in roses, geraniums and oresperses of every variety, all now in full bloom; and on every hand new houses were brightening plain and slope and hill, where but lately were open cottage rangers. Baker was lost in amazement and delight. He had gone to San Diego in the night, and had seen nothing of Southern California, and nothing of what caused its boom. He had seen no such settlements anywhere before. Emigrants coming in palace ears instead of prairie schooops, and building such fine houses instead of log abanties was something he had never dreamed of. Yet a single glance around the horizon showed plainly enough that the claim of emigrants that had made Southern California no different from any other country, that were causing its great prosperity, and developing so rapidly its greatest productive powers, were now coming factor than ever. Growing Mushrooms. Experienced growers of mushrooms say that a bed of this edible fungi is a profitable feature of any farm near a large city where there is demand for the product. A correspondent of the Riverdale Press gives the following facts regarding the culture: Select a cool, steady place for your mushroom beds, and which can easily be kept moist. Make the kinds of stable manure, mixed with almost one-third of leany soil. The bed should be about twelve or fifteen inches deep, well ground down. Get mushroom squares, which is sold in clay bricks, break it up and scatter evenly and cover with a thin sprinkling of soil. When the squares has begun to spread, cover over with about two inches of soil, and then wait for year’s map, which will come in about a month or six weeks, and may be gathered daily for three or four months. In a common practice to grow them in areas where a moist, equitable temperature can be maintained. In Michigan an old culinary house has been utilized for the purpose of growing mushrooms, and has generally begun to be well cared for as to prevent evaporation and to keep them cool.