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• [ "THE HUB" is the Only Clothing House on the Pacific Coast Occupying an Entire Block • •'! 1 • 1A Wonderful ! The Past Week has been a Phenomenally Successful One with Us. Throngs of Buyers have filled our Spacious Stores, and Proven to their own Satisfaction and Profit that "THE HUB" Distances all Competitors. ••• For Another Week ••• We will give the Public Remarkable Values at Prices Never Before Equated—Note the Quotations. n f< - Hii-vfi Dpaecnfa TwrGtlitaih Caniur\r Mpfhrifle Have attracted attention and elicited favorable comment throughout the State. Preaching on Uur nign=Pressure i wentiein Leniury meinous Reliable Goods at Low Prices h a übor of Love with us our inspiration is easi)y drawn from the knowledge of our Great Facilities, our Vast Cash Purchasing Power, and the Superiority of our Grand Values. But we'll Let Prices Do Their Own Preaching Today Satisfied that the glad tidings they convey to the people will be productive of the greatest good to the greatest number—and we await the result with confidence. I \ The I m n m /Boys andYouitis Sneclafs Is I 1 rien's Fine $20 Suits \ mm A mm I JM& I I 1 For This Week 1 j| .|'" I''fP^S^'fiSf g 1 / $7.50 j I ' yj% Af~\. I jpljpl - \ hl^^'' 191^^' I Pants Suits - Pants have double seats and knees, patent waist- / 1 LIT ■ M \M \ \ 1.1 Ifi - I bands and serge lined. They come in Tans, Gi ay and neat I I ■ .BjK ■ ■■ ■ I sg|m|^^^^^^mmm^^^mlW^^lS Wr* I COl ° red Chev,ots ' Tweeds and Cassimeres. / 1 * 1 / YOUR CHOICE GOES THIS rfc mm f\ I \ \ / WEEK FOR THE UNMATCH- Hk -4 SI I / I The Greatest Values on the Coast I " ~ —" - I ably LOW PRICE OF / 154 to 200 \ nr=s k\W. mmm \ tos Am " e '' \ : \ New Bullard Building \ 11 ||| | L_, iBBf \| | \ barters \ | 5 \ Old Court House Site \ "*> * |BJf \ and Furnishers \ 3 J Our Stores are Bounded by North Spring, Court, Market and North Main Streets g PRESIDENTIAL BOOMS AND WHISKERS It is a proverb among politicians that a man with a smooth face nowadays sel dom succeeds in gaining the summit of his political ambition. A political sage who quoted the proverb yesterday handed out the following list of smooth faced politicians, Democrats and Repub "wlfliam H. Seward, Samuel J. Tilden,- William E. Russell, Arthur Pue Gorman, Hoke Smith, Wilson E. Blssell, John G. Carlisle, William M. Evarts, William McKinley, Thomas B. Reed, Levi P. Morton. All are familiar with the career of Mr. •Seward, as governor of the state of New York, as United States senator for the state and as secretary of state in Mr. Lincoln's cabinet. When the New York delegation went to Chicago In 1860 to present the name of Mr. Seward for president every man in the delegation was positive that Mr. Seward would, be the candidate. From Mr. Evarts, who presented Mr. Sewards' name to the convention, down to Tom Hyer, the pug ilist, who was also a delegate, not one believed that Mr. Seward could be beat en. The other day Mr. Evarts recalled many of the Incidents of the convention and smiled when he said: "I don't know whether I hoodooed Mr. Seward or he hoodooed me. We both had smooth faces, and perhaps that was the cause of our failure." I am not pre pared to dispute the superstition." It has been well known for twenty years that Mr. Evarts had in his heart an ambition to be president. The high est runs in political fame attained by Mr. Seward was as Mr. Lincoln's secre tary of state, and Mr. Evarts was Hayes' secretary of state. Coming along to Mr. Tilden, every body concedes now that he was elected president in 1876. But with the Chan dlers, the vote of a partisan Republican In the supreme court of the United States, and his smooth face, Mr. Tilden was kept out of the place.. The hoodoo against smooth faced politicians has been in operation only since Mr. Lin coln's time, according to the soothsay ers. It Is also true that up to a few months before the Chicago convention which nominated Lincoln he was smooth faced, but Just prior to the convention he began to grow those raven chin and cheek whiskers. Mr. Russell has been governor of Mas sachusetts and he has been put forward by the Democrats of that state as their candidate for president. There is no desire to discourage Mr. Russells' ambi tion, but he should remember his smooth face, and that his boom may fall as flat as the boom of Secretary Carlisle, another smooth shaven man, who for the last twenty years has believed that he should be the Democratic candidate for president, and who was shaping tar iffs when Mr. Cleveland was mayor of Buffalo and long before. Senator Gorman, In the estimation of many Democrats, could have captured the nomination for president at Chicago in 1892, but he had no whiskers, and Mr. Cleveland again captured the prize. Secretary Hoke Smith has a face as smooth as a baby's, and so has ex-Post master General Bissell. The Georgia Democrats have whispered in the ear of Mr. Smith that he should be their can didate for president, and then Mr. Smith has turned his smooth face to them and said: "How can I get over that awful super stition about the fate of presidential candidates with smooth shaven faces?" The Hon. Mr. Bissell's friends in Buf falo do not believe that he will eve reach the presidential nomination. Not only Is he a smooth-faced man himself, but he has also listened to the advice of another smooth-faced man, the Hon. Franklin D. Locke, and between the two there is little or no hope for Mr. Bis sell. The Hon. Mr. McKinley or Ohio is a smooth-faced man who believes that he is to be the next president of the United States. Mr. McKinley started his boom in 1888, and it fell flat before the whisk ered boom of Hon. Mr. Harrison. In 1892 at Minneapolis the smooth face of Mr. McKinley was again in evidence, and, although he received 162 votes in that convention, the whiskers of Gen eral Harrison again won out. Just so. it is believed, will be the case in St. Louis in June. The superstition concern ing the fate of smooth-faced presiden tial possibilities has held its own for over thirty years. Mr. McKinley, like LOS ANOELES HERALD: SUNDAY MORNING. JUNE 7, 1896. Mr. Ttlden, may be nominated, but even this is not conceded by those Republi can politicians with whiskers and mus taches like Mr. Piatt, Mr. Quay and Gen eral Clarkson. If Mr. McKinley should receive the nomination, according to the superstition, he will not reach the pres idential chair any more than Mr. Tilden did. While the reports from his home in Canton depict him as rippling with enthusiasm, in the quiet hours of the night, this hoodoo of smooth-faced poli ticians haunts him, and the chills vi brate the hinges in his spinal column. There isn't a politician, Democrat or Republican, who did not say yesterday that he was afraid that the Hon. Mr. Reed committed a grave political mis take when he shaved off that silken mus tache last fall. Mr. Reed was all right up to that time, and just who the arch enemy was who advised him to join the ranks of the smooth-faced politicians, whether it was Joe Manley or not, is one of the unsolved mysteries in Mr. Reed's career. But he did shave off the mustache, and he did come out with a baby face similar in many respects to that of Hoke Smith and Wilson Blssell, and while his friends in the New Eng land states are fighting day and night to bring about his elevation at St. Louis, the hoodoo of the smooth face may floor him, just as it will floor the Hon. Mr. Mc- Kinley of Ohio. Before Mr. Reed com mitted that awful mistake of shaving that mustache he was considered the Goliath of his party, but with his mus tache gone his political nerve seems to have gone, and, following out the sup erstition, some of the delegates from the New England states that he has counted upon have gone, too. And, ac cording to the political wiseacres, Mr. Reed has nothing to blame but that smooth face of his. i It is a little hard, it was said yester day, to call attention to the fact that t Governor Morton is a smooth-faced man. When he was in congress he had his whiskers and a mustache, like a pros perous banker. Mr. Morton, it was re called, started his political career as a whiskered Republican. But, alas, now he is smooth-faced, and it was the opin ion yesterday that it will require all of the whiskers that Mr. Piatt has grown since he forsook the razor, forty years ago, to shave Governor Morton into the president's chair in the White House. All Republicans east ot the Alleghany mountains, however, are praying that the hoodoo will not work with Reed or Morton. For the Republicans, however, the whiskers of Allison and Harrison are still intact. For the Democrats, it doesn't seem to be a question this year of whiskers.— N. Y. Sun. Not a Fish Story Marshal P. Wllders' latest funny story reads in this way: "A young man, al most discouraged, noticed an advertise ment In one of thu newspapers for a de livery man. He called on the merchant, who made Inquiries if he had a horse and wagon. 'No,'was the reply. The young man showed such signs of disappoint ment that the merchant said: 'I tell you—l have a light one-horse wagon which you can use if you lind a horse.' Said the young man: 'Let me see it-' After examining it carefully ho came to the conclusion that he would try to hold the Job for a few days by dragging it around himself. He delivered the goods without much trouble the first day, but the second day he did not re turn at noon and the merchant became alarmed. However, in the middle of the afternoon the young man appeared. Ho was all bruised and the wagon was badly broken. The merchant asked him what was the matter and If he had been run into by the cars. 'Oh, no,' said the young man. 'I delivered the goods all right, and was coming home when a little gust of wind blew some paper across the street and I shied and ran away and broke things up generally.' " —Exchange. FAITH IN THE MAN lIM BLUB A 6-year-old young lady Stood near the music stand In Central Park, one Sunday, With candy In her hand. She looked around bewildered. As If she were afraid; Then to a park policeman The little maiden said: "Do you like candy, mister?" "No, not a bit," said he. "Well, then," she cried, "I'll trust you To carry mine for me!" -St. Nicholas. My prices for wallpaper beat all the elty. A. A. Eekstrom, 324 South Spring street. WOMANLY TRAITS OF THE FRENCH CAPITAL PARIS, May 6.—lt was on Sunday af ternoon that I looked for the first time ltl my life upon the face of Paris, in pre cisely the same spirit that I would look upon the face of a famously beautiful woman whom I had crossed the ocean to see. And no princess awaiting the arrival of a kingly suitor ever clothed herself in more entrancing garb or step ped forth in more brilliant flood of light than did this fascinating, beautiful and essentially feminine capital at the mo ment of my coming. And every hour that has passed since has only served to deepen my first Impression, that Paris is more like a lovely, capricious, adora ble, subtle woman than anything else that the good Lord has put on earth to gladden our lives and mock our powers of reasoning. I suppose this simile has been employ ed a thousand times before —in fact, It seems such an obvious one to me that I blush to employ it now—but it is the only way in which I can convey an idea of my first impression of the city to which, as the late Tom Appleton said, the good American goes when he dies. And I will add that I am inexpressibly happy when I think that, doubtful con cerning the hereafter, I took time by the forelock and.«m here now in the flesh. Driving along the broad boulevard, through the Champs Elysees and into the great, leafy Bois de Boulogne, I looked at the thousands of people on foot, on bicycles, on horseback, in car riages and omnibuses or sitting in front of the cafes, and I began to comprehend the possibilities of Sunday as a great holiday, a veritable day of recreation for the people of a great city. When I saw the children actually running about on the grass and gathering great bunch es of wild flowers, I looked anxiously about and hoped that the police would not catch them. When thirst came upon me I found myself hunting for the side door of the cafe that stood wide open to the street. And when I found that It 'was possible to obtain something more agreeable to the palate than the death dealing "soft drinks" with which we New Yorkers keep the Sabbath holy, I lifted my voice In praise of the "wide- ' open" rule which enables one to take re- I freshment at any hour of the day or night without feeling like a second story thief. In a great many respects tho crowds that throng the Hois on a bright Sun day afternoon are different from those that are to be seen in Central park. The chief difference lies in the expression of the faces. Here even the people in the carriages seem to be enjoying them selves, and that, as we all know, is con trary to Central park rules. This may be due to the fact that two persons can take a very long drive for not more than half a dollar apiece. Then the uniforms of the soldiers give a touch of color here and there that is far more agreeable to the eye than tbe sombre works of art that adorn New York's pleasure ground. I think it would be a good idea to put uniforms, with as much red in them as possible, on Bobby Burns and Boli var, and the rest of our bronze friends. A Frenchman with whom I scraped acquaintance at a cafe pointed out sev eral prominent citizens, and then, to my ecstatic delight, showed me a gen uine French peasant of the kind that wears wooden shoes and raises cabbages for the city of Paris. I am bound to say that in appearance he was far more pic turesque than the peasants who live out side of New York, and have wooden heads and raise the municipal taxes. There are, on every hand, grim re minders of the sufferings that Paris has known. The trees In the Bois are all of recent growth. They were cut down during the war In the same spirit of self sacrifice that impelled the Babtne women to cut off their hair to make bow strings for their soldier husbands and lovers. Some of her most imposing mon uments serve to remind us, not of thy deeds that they were intended to com memorate, but oft the) disasters o'j later years. When we see the garden of the Tulleries we think of the palace that was destroyed; the Arc de Triomphe brings to mind the invading horde of Germans that marched through it, and the superb column In the Place Vendome recalls the mob of Communards that tore it from Its foundations, rather than the glory of the great emperor. To my mind there Is no finer trait in woman than the ability to endure in si 11 lence, and to suffer and smile again, and tins quality Paris possesses In the high est degree. I may add that few women have been called upon to suffer and en dm c more than she has. The caressing, adorning hand of the second empire. Which wooed and betrayed her; thebuf retlng of the commune, which cursed and spat upon her; the heel of the Prus sian, which left its mark upon her face —She has known and endured them all and lived to bring forth the republic tn sore travail and pain, and then to declc herself once more in Jewels and silken robes and smile a welcome to the world that courts and admires her. She re joices, too, in the admiration that sha excites, for there is no woman, no matter how beautiful or how much admired, who is not pleased with tho homage of th* most humble and unworthy of her suit ors. Therefore, I am sure that Paris is glad that I have found her beautiful, just as I am sure that London awaits my verdict witlt absolute Indifference. She has a memory, too, this feminine capital, a much longer one, in fact, than, most women have, for those who hava served her or added to her glory. Thera are monuments everywhere, but none more solemn and impressive than the splendid block under the gilt dome of the Invalides, which covers the dust of the great Napoleon, who conquered the world, and Whose memoirs. Including three hundred and four hitherto unpub lished portraits, are in the hands of the McClure syndicate. Paris has another womanly trait, I am afraid, and that is a lack of the sense of humor. If her sense of the comical were better developed she would find it Im possible to look unmoved at one of her own soldiers, four feet in height and clad In trousers fashioned for the late Dan iel Lambert. She would shed tears over the "comiques," as the undertakers ara called who appear at the music halls .and try to be funny by painting their noses red and wearing electric bulbs in their ears. One could be happy all day long on a Parisian Sunday were it not for these depressing manners and the knowledge that a serial story by Paul Bourget Is current in the Paris Herald.—James L. Ford in New York Journal. Paint, floor, 75c. 328 S. Spring.