anaheim-gazette 1904-05-26

low tide, with a depth of from twelve to twenty-five feet, and the New San Gabriel river empties into the middle of this stretch. The name of the place is to be changed to Vista Del Mar, meaning "View of the Sea," and the purchasers are planning to place the property on the market at an early date. A double track spur of the Pacific Electric line to Huntington Beach has been run to the center of the spit, and it is expected that a mushroom city will spring up here with the same rapidity which has characterized the growth of other beach towns. The Alamitos Bay Company is composed of several prominent men, among them being E. G. Bixby, George H. Bixby of Los Angeles and Isaac Springer, D. Porter and W. W. Lowe of Pasadena. The confidence which Sherman and Clark of the Pacific Electric hold for the future of Ocean Park has been shown in their recent purchase of the Keating tract for $100,000. The work of subdivision has begun and several lots have been sold. In the case of the Recreation Gun Club property adjoin­ing South Ocean Park on the south, the business has been phenomenal. A week ago the tract was bought for $135,000 and over 175 lots have already been sold for about $185,000. The railroad company promises to have cars running in sixty days through to Playa del Rey from Ocean Park along the beach front. The gun club property has a frontage of 4300 feet, and a portion of this entire frontage is to be devoted by the city to park purposes, although the tract is not as yet in Ocean Park. All the teams that can be secured are being utilized in grading and a hundred more are wanted. Besides the grading sewers are being laid, gas and water pipes and electric lights are to be put in, sidewalks built, and the owners of the tract say that they will spend over $100,000 in improvements. Around Point Firmin at Long Beach business amounting to more than $400,-000 has been done in less than a month. Hart & Collins bought property of the Seaside Water Company for $60,000 and sold it two days later to the Henry P. Barbour Company for $100,000. The Ocean Pier tract, which lies east of the wharf, sold fifty-three lots for $119,000 in four days and the owners claim that had the tract not become involved in litigation with the city council of Long Beach every lot would Made Young: Again "One of Dr. King's New Life. Pills each night for two weeks has put me in my teens again," writes D. H. Turner of Dempseytown, Pa. They're the best in the world for liver, stomach and bowels. Purely vegetable. Never gripe. Only 25c at Hutchinson" Little Sister By F. B. WRIGHT Copyright, 1903, by T. C. McClure "Aren't you going to answer my question? Won't you take me with you?" Clifford Vane turned with surprise as he heard the voice. A girl with deep brown eyes and hair in which there was a tint of gold was standing beside the boat, her skirts blown out against her slender figure. The fluttering sail had made so much noise that Vane had not heard the girl before. He frowned unconsciously, for he was in no humor for company. "It's too rough today. There's a nasty sea running, and you'll get wet through," he answered. "As if I cared for that! And if it's so rough why do you venture out?" "Because I want to. Because it suits my mood." The words sounded rude, but Marjorie Winthrop knew from the intent expression on Vane's face as he gazed out on the black clouds, the sullen green water of the bay and the wind blown whitecaps that he was speaking more to himself than to her. "And if it suits my mood?" "You with moods, child?" Vane said wonderingly. "What can you know of thoughts black enough to suit with such a day. Go back to your dolls or read your pretty fairy love stories and believe in their truth as long as you can," he added bitterly. "You think because I'm only seventeen I'm not to feel and think." "Think only of pleasant things." "But if the day suits me it is pleasant. Please take me." "What will your mother say?" "She won't care. She only thinks of Edith. If it was Edith, now, it would be different, but I'm not such a valuable cargo. No one will bother about me." There was a quaver in the girl's voice that made Vane look at her. She was looking out over the yeasty water with to be put in, sidewalks built, and the owners of the tract say that they will spend over $100,000 in improvements. Around Point Firmin at Long Beach business amounting to more than $400,-000 has been done in less than a month. Hart & Collins bought property of the Seaside Water Company for $60,000 and sold it two days later to the Henry P. Barbour Company for $100,000. The Ocean Pier tract, which lies east of the wharf, sold fifty-three lots for $119,000 in four days and the owners claim that had the tract not become involved in litigation with the city council of Long Beach every lot would have been disposed of. On the west side of the wharf and just below Pine street the Seaside Park Company, which bought a mile and a quarter frontage for $140,000, has sold fifty-two lots at prices ranging from $450 to $750. The Pacific Electric last week began giving transfers to Seaside Park and will shortly extend their terminus to that point. A Starling Test To save a life, Dr. T. G. Merritt of New Mehoopany, Pa., made a startling test resulting in a wonderful cure. He writes: "A patient was attacked with violent hemorrhages, caused by ulceration of the stomach. I had often found Electric Bitters excellent for acute stomach and liver troubles, so I prescribed them. The patient gained from the first, and has not had an attack in 14 months." Electric Bitters are positively guaranteed for dyspepsia, indigestion, constipation and kidney troubles. Try them. Only 50c at Hutchinson's drugstore. TURTLE FLESH. The Handsomest of the Animals Gives the Worst Meat. No one really knows how large a turtle may grow, but certainly there does not appear to be much if any exaggeration attached to the statements of Pliny and Strabo, who describing the chelonophagl of the Red sea, say that they utilized the shells of the turtles they had eaten as roofs to their huts and boats for their feeble voyages. Strange to say, the handsomest turtle, the hawk's bill variety (Chelone imbricata), furnishes the worst flesh, being so strongly flavored with musk as to be almost uneatable. This peculiarity would seem to point to a diet of squid since these mollusca are exceedingly musky. But it may not be out of place to remark here that turtle flesh, even of the best sorts, is not nice. As Sam Weller's pleman hoarsely whispered, "It's the seasoning as does it." A diet of turtle steaks or of hashed turtle or of turtle soup, au naturel, would soon sicken any one but a savage. For sixpence or its equivalent in most of the West India island towns one can get a heaped plate of turtle steak with bread or jams or sweet potatoes ad lib. But I never knew even a hungry sailor who wanted more than one meal a week of it, for all its cheapness. The fact is that in the cult of turtle soup we are following (a long way off, it is true) the example set by the Chinese, who love gelatinous soups and pay fabulous prices for the nests of the sea swallows, the holothuria, or sea slug, and the sharks' fins because of their gelatinous qualities. — Frank T. Bullen in Lealle's. It was a gusty day, and the Dot, too light for such weather, her lee rail almost under water, staggered under the flaws, every now and then burying her nose into the rollers and sending a shower of spray into the boat. Vane had all he could do to manage her and for a time forgot his companion and almost his gloomy thoughts in the grim pleasure of his contest with wind and storm lashed sea. It was Edith Winthrop he was thinking of, the woman who had led him on to love her and then thrown him over for another man. Edith did not care. Every one must be sacrificed for her amusement—yes, even this child, her sister. At the thought he glanced at the girl where she sat poised out to windward, like some spirit of the sea, her hair blowing in the wind, her cheeks aglow with excitement, her eyes fixed with a faraway look on the horizon. Vane had never noticed how pretty she was before. He had always thought of her as a mere child, and, lo, she was a woman. What was she thinking of? She were! As if in answer to the question, Marjorie turned and met his eyes for an instant and then looked away. "You've heard of Edith's engagement?" she said. "Yes," answered Vane, setting his teeth hard. "I only found it out today." "I knew it weeks ago. You thought she cared for you?" "Yes." "You might have known she didn't Van Allstyne is a richer man than you—in money. It's wealth and power she wants, and attention and admiration. Love! She doesn't know what it means. And you thought she had a heart!" cried the girl. "This sea has more." "I know it now," said Vane, "when it's too late." "And you—can you care for her still?" asked Marjorie after a silence. "Yes—at least I care for the ideal I thought her." "What did you think her?" "Brave, courageous, noble hearted, with a soul as beautiful as her body, a comrade for a man, to face with him the storms of life, a woman tender and true, to fight for and dare for. I would have tried to give her everything she wanted. No man can love her as I do—and now"—Vane laughed bitterly as an ending to his sentence. "Why did you come out today in this gale?" said Marjorie. "Is your life more tumultuous. Would it be wondered? They were nearly oppose house when there came a wind from between the Vane had but time to when the sail jibed, the swinging over with an aboat was flung upon him and the next moment he self entangled in cordage for his life beneath the desperate fingers he clenched and came to the surf; jorle—where was she? Had she been struck by made unconscious or killed too, been carried down to boat? For an agonized mom see no sign of her, and her just coming to the was going down again w her and started for the a long swim against a t o drag him down as if hands, but Vane swore this girl who had risk him or lose her own. He ple ran through the boat getting out the boat. We were! Would they new muscles were giving o came heavily, his limbs Could he hold out? They fast now. He tried to ing strength, to overcome The world grew him, and then a strong shoulder, and he and lifted into the boat and shore. In those days afterw jorle hovered between Clifford Vane learned could do for this girl thought was a child an be the woman in all th Gone was his love for He knew now that he fell that Edith had seen And there came a day permitted to see her. He found her on an the hotel clad in a soft her soft hair loose on and the smile her pail him gave him hope th thing or the other. It chanced one day young, unfledged by through the city, look The Vice of Nagging. Nagging may or may not be a vice of the thin, as a famous physician suggests, but that there is some truth in his theory that there is a scientific basis for this ugly habit seems likely. "Perfect health," he says, "has as one of its factors content of mind. A nervous man or woman who is anxious, discontented, gloomy, dissatisfied, worried from any cause, cannot enjoy good health. This mental turmoil produces as one of its primary effects on the body an inability to digest food properly. The blood which should supply the force necessary for the function of digestion is continually drawn away from the stomach by excitement in the brain, and the woman who nags suffers. While there be those whose tendency to lay on fat is so great that nothing will stop it a nagging man or woman is generally thin. Their habit of mind has partially starved their bodies." A Sure Thing. It is said that nothing is sure except death and taxes, but that is not altogether true. Dr. King's New Discovery for Consumption is a sure cure for all lung and throat troubles. Thousands can testify to that. Mrs. C. B. VanMetre of Shepherdtown, W. Va., says: "I had a severe case of bronchitis and for a year tried everything I heard of, but got no relief. One bottle of Dr. King's New Discovery then cured me absolutely." It's infallible for group whooping cough grip pneumonia and consumption. Try it. It's guaranteed by Hutchinson, the drug-gist. Trial bottles free. Regular sizes 50c and $1. "And you—can you care for her still?" asked Marjorie after a silence. "Yes—at least I care for the ideal I thought her." "What did you think her?" "Brave, courageous, noble hearted, with a soul as beautiful as her body, a comrade for a man, to face with him the storms of life, a woman tender and true, to fight for and dare for. I would have tried to give her everything she wanted. No man can love her as I do—and now"—Vane laughed bitterly as an ending to his sentence. "Why did you come out today in this gale?" said Marjorie. "Is your life so worthless to you that you would risk it because 'a thoughtless woman has wounded you?'" "My life! What does it matter? I don't care." "I thought you didn't," returned the girl gravely. "I knew you didn't. That's why I came. I couldn't let you come alone." "And you came because you thought"— "You would be reckless? Yes." "And you were not afraid?" "No. Why should I be? I knew you would take care of me—if not of yourself." The girl smiled at him confidently. "I am perfectly safe with you," she added. So Marjorie had risked her life for him, so that in his desperate humor he could not go alone. But how came she, a mere child, to understand? She, at least, had a heart to make some man happy. And here he was putting her life at the mercy of the sea to gratify his selfish mood of bitterness. Well, he must get her home at once—they—Van thought he did not much care what happened afterward. It was blowing harder as Vane came about and slacked the sheet for the run to the far distant boathouse and the hotel on the hill. They were going before the wind now, the boat rolling dangerously in the clutch of the sea, the waves behind following with hungry jaws and threatening every moment to engulf them. With braced body and strained muscles, every sense alert, Vane gripped the tiller, striving to hold the boat against the swirling buffets of the waves, his one thought to get her safe to land. Every moment the wind increased, every moment the bay became Many years ago, writer Bailey Aldrich in "Porn" noted Boston publisher a large memorandum in his private office ways lay open, being nothing more important scrawled reminders to thing or the other. It chanced one day young, unfledged through the city, look ST. LOUIS EXCURSIONS The Santa Fe will sell first class excursion tickets at the rates and on the dates named below: Dates of Sale June 1st, 2nd, 15th, 16th, 22nd and 23rd July 1st, 2nd, 7th, 8th, 13th and 14th August 8th, 9th, 10th, 18th and 19th September 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th October 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th Limits On the eastward trip these tickets will be good to start only on the dates named and no stopover can be made west of the California State Line. They will be good for 10 days to reach either St. Louis or Chicago, so that East of the State Line stops may be made. This will admit of seeing the Grand Canyon going East Westbound, the ticket will be good for 90 days after the date of sale and permit stopover anywhere enroute, so that either Eastbound on Westbound, or both, this admits of seeing the Grand Canyon. The Rates To St. Louis and back, $67.50 To Chicago and back, $72.50 Other rates are available, but these are the rates for the direct lines The California Limited These tickets are good for passage on the greatest of all trains—the California Limited. The only Limited train in operation ASK US J. H. CLABAUGH, Agent, Anaheim, Cal. more tumultuous. Would they make it? he wondered. They were nearly opposite the boat house when there came a sudden whirl of wind from between the hills ahead. Vane had but time to cry a warning when the sail jibed, the boom came swinging over with an angry snarl, the boat was flung upon her beam ends, publisher, who was also the editor o.a famous magazine. The unfledged had a copy of verses secreted about his person. The publisher was absent, and young Milton sat down and waited. Presently his eye fell upon the memorandum book, lying there spread out like a morning newspaper, and almost AN INDIAN DUEL. The Famous Fight Between Chief Carpenter and Price. "The methods of fighting duels among the Indians," said an old frontiersman, "were varied, each tribe having its own peculiar custom. Some of the tribes learned to fight according to the code FACTS ABOUT ANAHEIM Sketch of the industries and Most Beautiful Part of The City of Anaheimulation of 2500 is s northern part of Oran Southern California, in the ocean, 4½ miles far hills, and 148½ feet al It is 27 miles from La second largest city in California. The climatic condition most favorable for one be found in Southern The temperature is form, seldom rising grees in summer, or degrees in winter. Of sunlight and the air frosts and cold win place especially acces desiring to escape th of the east. The country is very practically level, cient slope from the adequate drainage. level, well graded, affording excellent o cycling and driving rich sandy loam which making it a very work; thus lending to the cultivation of banges, etc. The variety of possibility of procuring of land at low figures terms, make our county very attractive geous for truck raising on a small scale are a few of the pr lemons, walnuts, g apricots, sugar beet vegetables of all kinds. Anaheim is the Building and Lo Water company, two cannery and drier, l ostrich farm, bank commercial houses two newspapers. T its water and lighti ASK US J. H. CLABAUGH, Agent, Anaheim, Cal. more tumultuous. Would they make it? he wondered. They were nearly opposite the boat house when there came a sudden whirl of wind from between the hills ahead. Vane had but time to cry a warning when the sail jibed, the boom came swinging over with an angry snarl, the boat was flung upon her beam ends, and the next moment he found himself entangled in cordage and battling for his life beneath the waves. With desperate fingers he cleared himself and came to the surface. And Marjorie—where was she? Good God! Had she been struck by the boom and made unconscious or killed, or bad she, too, been carried down by the sinking boat? For an agonized moment Vane could see no sign of her, and then he spied her just coming to the surface. She was going down again when he caught her and started for the shore. It was a long swim against a tide that seemed to drag him down as if with clutching hands, but Vane swore he would save this girl who had risked her life for him or lose her own. He could see people running to the boathouse now and getting out the boat. How slow they were! Would they never come? His muscles were giving out, his breath came heavily, his limbs felt like lead. Could he hold out? They were wearing fast now. He tried to revive his falling strength, to overmaster his weakness. The world grew black before him, and then a strong arm gripped his shoulder, and he and Marjorie were lifted into the boat and rowed toward shore. In those days afterward, while Marjorie hovered between life and death, Clifford Vane learned how much he could do for this girl, this girl he thought was a child and now knew to be the woman in all the world for him. Gone was his love for Edith Winthrop. He knew now that he had in her sister fill that Edith had seemed and more. And there came a day when he was permitted to see her. He found her on an upper plaza of the hotel clad in a soft blue wrapper, her soft hair loose on her shoulders, and the smile her pale face held for him gave him hope that in saving her he had found happiness. He Didn't Forget. Many years ago, writes Mr. Thomas Bailey Aldrich in "Ponkapog Papers," a noted Boston publisher used to keep a large memorandum book on a table in his private office. The volume always lay open, being the receptacle of nothing more important than hastily scrawled reminders to attend to this thing or the other. It chanced one day that a very young, unfledged author, passing through the city, looked in upon the publisher, who was also the editor of a famous magazine. The unfledged had a copy of verses, secreted about his person. The publisher was absent, and young Milton sat down and waited. Presently his eye fell upon the memorandum book, lying there spread out like a morning newspaper, and almost in spite of himself he read: "Don't forget to see the binder," "Don't forget to mall E. his contract," "Don't forget H.'s proofs," and so forth. An inspiration seized upon the youth. He took a pencil and at the tail of this long list of "don't forget" he wrote, "Don't forget to accept A.'s poem." He left his manuscript on the table and disappeared. That afternoon, when the publisher glanced over his memoranda, he was not a little astonished at the last item, but his sense of humor was so strong that he did accept the poem—it required a strong sense of humor to do that—and sent the lad a check for it, although the verses remain to this day unprinted. Lightning Roasted Duck. An extraordinary effect of lightning is reported from Lake Grandlieu, in the Nantes region. A violent tempest burst over the lake, with vivid lightning and thunder; A number of boats were on the lake, and while they were hurrying to bank there was a tremendous peal of thunder. Almost immediately there fell among the boats the dead bodies of a large flock of wild ducks, some of them roasted to a nicety, and some charred to a cinder. Roast duck cooked by lightning reads like a novelty, even in the freaks of meteorology. If it could only be adapted to the "quick lunch" system! Didn't Want the Family. He had at last summoned up sufficient courage to "ask papa," when to his astonishment, the blustering parent demanded. "Are you capable of supporting a family," sir? No, sir," he replied with great firmness. "My father tackled that job and has had his wife's family on his hands ever since I only want your daughter, sir, not the family." One Obstacle Only. Scholar—Professor, your mnemonic system is wonderful, and I am sure that any one, after mastering the rules, can learn to remember anything. But I am handicapped by one difficulty. Professor—What is it? Scholar—I can't remember the rules—Town and Country. More Important. "With your daughter as my wife, sir, I can conquer the world." But that isn't the question. Can you make enough money to keep yourself in clothes?"—Life. He Was Awful Lately. One day while on a hunting expedition in the Alps Victor Emmanuel met an old woman gathering brambles. She inquired of the stranger whether it AN INDIAN DUEL. The Famous Fight Between Chief Carpenter and Price. "The methods of fighting duels among the Indians," said an old frontiersman, "were varied, each tree having its own peculiar custom. Some of the tribes learned to fight according to the code of the white man, however, among these the Choctaws or Cherokees, which reminds me of the famous duel in July of 1883, when the celebrated Choctaw chief, Carpenter, fought near the Pine Creek Indian agency with a white man named Price. Chief Carpenter was a splendid type of Indian, tall and straight and comely, and he had been well educated and had natural talents and natural instincts that put him head and shoulders over his Indian associates. "As usual, this trouble was started by a disagreement over some trivial matter, which caused a dispute and ended in the white man calling his red brother a liar. Throughout the trouble the big Indian had remained perfectly calm, although considerably angered, and as the insult fell he gazed coldly into the eyes of Price and said: "Your blood shall wash out that word." "Whenever you're ready, say the word,' cried Price.' You can do your washing right here and now if you please." "Not now, sir, but tomorrow morning, when the sun peeps over the top of that wild plum tree, you must be here and without fall." "The report of the duel spread far and wide, and at an hour considerably before surrease a large crowd had gathered on the dueling ground to witness the encounter. Price was the first on the field, and for a time it looked as if there would be no Carpenter. But true to his Indian blood, the chief disdained coming too soon at the appointed place as much as he would have feared coming too late, and it was just as the first rays of the sun stole over the soft green of the tree that the red man stood in place. Not a word was spoken by either man. Both drew their pistols, and raised the weapons, they fired simultaneously. Carpenter reeled, but with a mighty effort checked a tendency to spin round, and staggering, fired as the crack of his opponent's pistol sounded for the second time. This time Price jumped high in the air and landed on his face stone dead. With a wild shout the crowd pressed forward to surround the lucky chief, but before aid could reach him he fell senseless. Price had been shot through the heart, clean as a whistle, a remarkable shot considering the condition of the Indian when he made it, and a shot Carpenter could have made in the first place without a doubt had he been as determined to kill as Price proved himself when his bullet buried itself in the Indian's breast." THE BEST ONES. Many years ago, writes Mr. Thomas Bailey Aldrich in "Ponkapog Papers," a noted Boston publisher used to keep a large memorandum book on a table in his private office. The volume always lay open, being the receptacle of nothing more important than hastily scrawled reminders to attend to this thing or the other. It chanced one day that a very young, unfledged author, passing through the city, looked in upon the rules, can learn to remember anything. But I am handicapped by one difficulty. Professor—What is it? Scholar—I can't remember the rules. Town and Country. More Important. "With your daughter as my wife, sir, I can conquer the world." But that isn't the question. Cap you make enough money to keep yourself in clothes?"—Life. He Was Awful Loudly. One day while on a hunting expedition in the Alps Victor Emmanuel met an old woman gathering brambles. She inquired of the stranger whether it was true, as she had heard, that the king was in the neighborhood. If so, was there any chance of seeing him? "Yes," said his majesty, "he is about. Would you like to see him?" The old woman declared that rew sights would give her more pleasure. "Well, mother, I am the king." She stared at him for a moment and broke into a grin. "Get out with you, jester! Do you think a nice woman like the queen would marry a chap like you, with that hideous mug?" The king was not offended. Perhaps the compliment to his wife mobilized him. He gave the woman a piece of money, with which he was always free, and passed along. These Children. And there was a certain man who, being a merchant with a trade to look after, was a member of the church, in fact an elder therein. One day he invited his pastor home to dinner, and while they sat in the parlor waiting for the call to table he began to tell of a brother elder's misconduct and grievous sin. "I only tell you this because you are the pastor, and I think you ought to know it. I never mention it to any one else." And he repeated this several times during the recital. As it was about completed in came his little daughter. Catching the subject of the conversation, she broke in with this exclamation: "My goodness, pa! You're surely not telling that old story again!"—Kansas City Independent. THE BEST ONES. The best law—the Golden Rule. The best education—self knowledge. The best philosophy—a contented mind. The best theology—a pure and beneficent life. The best war—to war against one's weakness. The best medicine—cheerfulness and temperance. 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Ely's Cream Balm cleanses, soothes and heals the diseased membrane. It cures catarrh and drives away a cold in the head quickly. Cream Balm is placed over the membrane and mediate and a cafe follow not produce sneezing. It gists or by mail; Trials Stories Or Brothers, M... FACTS ABOUT ANAHEIM. Sketch of the industries and Resources of the Most Beautiful Part of California. The City of Anaheim, with a population of 2500, is situated in the northern part of Orange county, in Southern California, 12 miles from the ocean, 4½ miles from the foothills, and 148½ feet above sea level. It is 27 miles from Los Angeles, the second largest city in the State of California. The climatic conditions are the most favorable for out-door life to be found in Southern California. The temperature is extremely uniform, seldom rising above 90 degrees in summer, or falling below 32 degrees in winter. The abundance of sunlight and the absence of sharp frosts and cold winds make it a place especially acceptable to those desiring to escape the severe climate of the east. The country is very attractive. It is practically level, with just sufficient slope from the hills to afford adequate drainage. The roads are level, well graded, and well kept, affording excellent opportunities for cycling and driving. The soil is a rich sandy loam which never bakes, making it a very easy ground to work; thus lending itself readily to the cultivation of berries, nuts, oranges, etc. The variety of products, and the possibility of procuring small tracts of land at low figures, and on easy terms, make our section of the county very attractive and advantageous for truck raising, or for farming on a small scale. The following are a few of the products: oranges, lemons, walnuts, grapes, peaches, apricots, sugar beets, berries and vegetables of all kinds. Anaheim is the possessor of a Building and Loan Association, Water company, two railroads, fruit cannery and drier, large oil industry, ostrich farm, bank, several adequate commercial houses, two hotels and two newspapers. The city also owns its water and lighting plant. The World’s Way To the world’s Fair THROUGH TOURIST AND STANDARD SLEEPERS St. Louis $67.50 ROUND TRIP Chicago , 72.50 May 11, 12, 13; June 1, 2, 15, 16, 22, 23 If you are thinking of making a trip east, please fill out the accompanying coupon and mail to this office: FRANK L. MILLER, D. P. A. 237 S. SPRING ST., LOS ANGELES I expect to leave for..... about..... Please quote One Way Round Trip rate. Advise me what the Rock Island’s through car arrangements are. Do I change cars? If so, where? Mail me a copy of Worla’s Fair literature Name...... Street and No..... City and State..... Frank L. Miller District: Passenger Agent 237 S. Spring St. L. A. WHY KINLOCH PASTE IS THE IDEAL HOUSE PAINT The purpose of House Paint is to Protect and Beautify. "Linseed oil is the life of paint" because it is the binder, the mouldage, that holds the pigments (the dry paint) to the surface; and only when the oil loses this binding quality through its disintegration by atmospheric influences should the loosened dry particles of pigment come off. The office of the pigment is decorative and also preservative in prolonging the life of the oil by protecting it from the elements. Absolute certainty of the purity of the linseed oil constitutes the chief economy in paint buying, for to exactly the extent that the binding quality of the oil is weakened by the use of adulterants or cheap "thinners," the durability of the whole paint is diminished. You have this absolute certainty of the quality of the oil in the Paint put on your house when you buy Kinloch Paint, because you buy the oil separately and give your paint this absolutely certain durability by mixing this oil gallon for gallon with the thick "Kinloch" paste in which, for your convenience and the certainty of proper proportions, all the pigments, tinting colors," "purps" and dryers are ground together and sold you, ready for the admixture of the pure raw oil by yourself. These facts alone make "Kinloch" the ideal paints but besides this guarantee of durability through your personal knowledge of the purity of the oil, is the fact that when you buy two gallons of the ordinary ready-mixed paint for the brush "sort--you pay the ready-mixed paint price for one gallon of oil therein," regardless of its purity, or 2 1/2 to 3 times more than for the fresh pure oil in your local dealer's barrel. We invite correspondence from those who use or buy House Paint. FACTS ABOUT ORANGE CO. The census bureau has issued a bulletin on agriculture in California which we quote from extensively in another part of this issue. One of the interesting features of the report is the paragraph giving the number of farms and acres of farming lands in the five Southern California counties. The pre-eminence of Orange county is apparent: Counties. No. Farms. Acres. Los Angeles.....6577 895,063 Orange.....2388 599,436 Riverside.....2340 427,087 San Bernardino.....2830 718,122 San Diego.....2098 809,419 But it is in the acreage of irrigated lands that Orange county takes easy precedence over the other counties of Southern California: Counties. Acres. Los Angeles.....58,644 Orange.....41,158 Riverside.....22,947 San Bernardino.....37,877 San Diego.....16,622 The area of Orange county is 780 square miles; that of Los Angeles, 3880; that of Riverside, 7008; that of San Bernardino, 20,055, and that of San Diego, 8400 square miles. Orange county thus contains one-fifth the area of Los Angeles; yet its irrigated lands approach in area to one-half those of its neighbor to the north. Riverside embraces nine times its area, yet it irrigates 9000 more acres, or a fourth more than the belaued county on the east. San Bernardino is 25 times its size, yet its irrigated acres exceed those of this jumbo county by nearly 4000, approximately ten per cent. San Diego is eleven times its size, yet it irrigates 25,000 acres more than the county on the south—300 per cent is the former's irrigated area as compared with that of the latter—almost the irrigated area of San Diego and Riverside combined. Orange county possesses the finest system of irrigation, the most secure water rights, that exist in Southern California. That is what we have said many a time and oft. These figures prove it. It is the handsomest and most productive county that lies outdoors and is settling up faster than in the State. FACTS ABOUT ORANGE CO. The census bureau has issued a bulletin on agriculture in California which we quote from extensively in another part of this issue. One of the interesting features of the report is the paragraph giving the number of farms and acres of farming lands in the five Southern California counties. The pre-eminence of Orange county is apparent: Counties. No. Farms. Acres. Los Angeles.....6577 895,063 Orange.....2388 599,436 Riverside.....2340 427,087 San Bernardino.....2830 718,122 San Diego.....2098 809,419 But it is in the acreage of irrigated lands that Orange county takes easy precedence over the other counties of Southern California: Counties. Acres. Los Angeles.....58,644 Orange.....41,158 Riverside.....22,947 San Bernardino.....37,877 San Diego.....16,622 The area of Orange county is 780 square miles; that of Los Angeles, 3880; that of Riverside, 7008; that of San Bernardino, 20,055, and that of San Diego, 8400 square miles. Orange county thus contains one-fifth the area of Los Angeles; yet its irrigated lands approach in area to one-half those of its neighbor to the north. Riverside embraces nine times its area, yet it irrigates 9000 more acres, or a fourth more than the belaued county on the east. San Bernardino is 25 times its size, yet its irrigated acres exceed those of this jumbo county by nearly 4000, approximately ten per cent. San Diego is eleven times its size, yet it irrigates 25,000 acres more than the county on the south—300 per cent is the former's irrigated area as compared with that of the latter—almost the irrigated area of San Diego and Riverside combined. Orange county possesses the finest system of irrigation, the most secure water rights, that exist in Southern California. That is what we have said many a time and oft. These figures prove it. It is the handsomest and most productive county that lies outdoors and is settling up faster than in the State. Puzzled His Tutors. Lord Avebury, better known as Sir John Lubbock, was a naturalist even as a schoolboy at Eton. In his day there, however, the instructors cared for nothing except the classics and were ignorant of natural science. In his autobiography Lord Avebury says: "At that time Eton boys, especially if they were quick at writing verses and learning by heart, had much more leisure than they have now. I devoted a good deal of mine to natural history and geology in spite of the remonstrances of my tutor, who thought that it might have been better occupied on the classics. On one occasion we were given 'The Bee' as a subject for a theme. I took some palms with it, and my tutor sent for me and asked me confidentially whether it was all true. From what he said I inferred that they rather suspected I was quizzing GARDENS OF THE ALCAZAR One of Their Greatest Charms Is the Apparent Lack of Cultivation. The garden of the Alcazar is o garden composed of several, each opening into the other by steps descending from a terrace or through arches marble or living green. All the gardens are surrounded with wonderful hedges of myrtle, Juniper box. If the gardens of the Alcazar should be stripped of all but the hedges, palm trees and magnolia they would still be most wonderful. Some places walls about eight feet height separate the gardens, against these walls are trained orange and peach trees, with a tangle of jame and roses climbing among them as they will. In fact, the flowers grow in such careless and natural profusion and there is seemingly so little cultiv San Diego is eleven times its size, yet it irrigates 25,000 acres more than the county on the south—300 per cent is the former's irrigated area as compared with that of the latter—almost the irrigated area of San Diego and Riverside combined. Orange county possesses the finest system of irrigation, the most secure water rights, that exist in Southern California. That is what we have said many a time and oft. These figures prove it. It is the handsomest and most productive county that lies outdoors and is settling up faster than any other in the State. Do You Want The Earth? The Earth is a new monthly illustrated journal, published by the Santa Fe. Tells the truth about the great Southwest and California—the truth is good enough. Frequent articles describing your part of the country. Contains letters written by farmers, stockmen and fruit raisers; men who have succeeded and who give the reasons why. Strong editorials and interesting miscellany. A very persuasive immigration helper. Why not have it sent to friends "back East," to do missionary work for the Southwest? Regular subscription price is 25 cents a year; worth double. Send us 50 cents (coin or stamps,) with names and addresses of five Eastern friends; we will mail The Earth, 1120 Railway Exchange Bldg., Chicago. Nasal CATARRH In all its stages, Ely's Cream Balm cleansse, soothes and heals the diseased membrane. It cures catarrh and drives away a cold in the head quickly. Cream Balm is placed into the nostrils, spreads over the membrane and is absorbed. Relief is immediate and cure follows. It is not drying—does not produce sneezing. Large Size, 50 cents at Druggists or by mail; Trial Size, 10 cents. ELY BROTHERS, 5th Warren Street, New York Cats Fond of Olives. "I have often wondered if all cats like olives," remarked a woman who is very fond of the feline tribe. "All mine do, and I have six. Olives are usually an acquired taste with the human race, but cats seem to take to them naturally—at least mine do. An olive will set any one of them into paroxysms of joy. They will leave milk or fish or any other article of food for it, purring and rolling over it much as though it might have the intoxicating effect of catnip before they finally eat it. I have often tried olives on other cats in the houses of friends and have found them equally appreciative, only they prefer their olives cut up in pieces."—Philadelphia Record. Fitted the Event. "See here!" said the city editor. "I wish you would get away from trite old expressions as much as possible. Here you have written that at a certain point in this big meeting 'the silence was oppressive.' Now, that is a saying'— "That is especially apropos," replied the dignified press person. "It was a meeting composed entirely of women."—Cincinnati Times-Star. Papa's Sage Conclusion. "Papa," piped little Willie, "which is it better to be—a big toad in a little puddle or a little toad in a big puddle?" "It's better to be a big toad in a big puddle," answered the ambitious father.—Detroit Free Press.