SPARE THE GRASS!
"an Francisco Chronicle peevishly complains, in an account of a great
mc ,ing of the unemployed on Union Square, that grass and shrubbery
which was just growing up again nicely after the Portola celebration, had.
been trampled down.
Isn't that too bad?
It's a perfecshjmie for a lot of common folks to gather in a public
square which some folks would like to reserve as a private garden of the
St. Francis Hotel, to talk about bread and such ordinary things, isn't it?
Despite the fact that some folks, would rather see hungry men clubbed
than fed, San Francisco, in general, has shown' a sympathetic spirit in the
handling of the situation. And in consequence "the arm yof unemployed has
betrayed an equally fine spirit of restraint. Nd cossack police are ordered
to break up peaceful gatherings to an accompaniment of riot and bloodshed,
as has been the case in other cities. And the leaders of the army of unem
ployed have steadily counselled against violence. ,
HERE'S A MAN LIKE THE' FELLOW WHO HAD A $5,000,000 BILL AND
COULDN'T GET JT CHANGED '
"Please, kind sir, won't you buy a beautiful 178-karat diamond? Just
to help a poor despondent man to a square meal?"
Pedestrians in London streets are accosted with this mournful pleading
nowadays. For an English diamond digger, Bowker by name, is peddling
about the city an enormous diamond of marvelous amber color,, worth un
told thousands of dollars. It is the wealth of a king's, ransom that; he has
in his pocket and he can't realize on it the price, of a- poor man's meal.
The wonderful gem was found at Droogeveld, South Africa. Bowker,
with joy and gladness at heart, brought it. to London to sell. But the dia
mond dealers, so far, have refused to. buy, although the gem ranks with
some of the finest ever found.
So Bowker, instead of rolling in wealth realized from histreasure-trove,
is tramping disconsolately from shop to shop, unable to raise a penny on
his amber-tinted jewel.
"Been to the theater this-week?" . combs, a couple of plumes, a chiffon
"Yes." "What did you see?" "A knot, and a stuffed. bird about the
black velvet bow, some tortoise-shell I size of a hen!"
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