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SHOOTING KING HONORED
A Hearty Reception to Captain
F. Attinger by the
Turners.
VICTORY WITH THE RIFLE.
Praise for trie Athletes Who Carried
the Day at the Los Angeles
Festival.
Captain F. Attinger of the Turner Verein
Bchuetzen section was given a rousing
LIEUTENANT HiRAUB. LIEUTENANT KOMMER. CAPTAIN ATTINGER.
LEADING FIGURES AT THE TURN VEBEIN SCHUETZEN BECTIOI
RECEPTION LAST NIGHT.
inception last evening at Turner Hall on
Turk street upon his return from the scene
of his athletic and marksman's victories.
He led a sturdy band of Turners to Los
Angeles :to . participate ■ 'in the ,• athletic
games and shooting festival. He and they
severed themselves with glory and won
many prizes, which 'victories have been
published in * the telegraphic columns of
the Call. {
Captain Attinger and bis wife and
daughter arrived on the train last evening.
Their coming was not known to all of
PLAY AND PLAYERS
I do not like plays which deal with little
dead children. So firmly is this prejudice
seated on my soul, that, the Immortal
Bard himself cannot prevail against it. I
refrain from "Richard III." I cannot en
dure the thought of the pretty Princes,
done to death in London Tower, with their
yellow, lovelocks blood-bedabbled, and
terror in their eyes.
And if I cannot suffer so with Shakes
peare, why should I annoy myself with
Mr. Bronson Howard? Nevertheless I
went to see "Young Mrs. Winthrop"—
largely because I had promised this article
and had no choice in the matter. Nat
urally, I did not enjoy myself. I was
racked in spirit each time the lifeless body
of the Winthrop babe was dragged into the
stage argument to cover this point, that or
the other, and I quivered in the flesh when
Miss Craven put on the mourning robes
and gave to the world a travesty of Niobe.
Miss Craven^enjoys rude health. It is a
blessed gift and it becomes her well. But
the bloom upon her firm, round cheeks,
the color in her ripe, red lips and the
abundant curves of her generous figure
point to the path which leads away from
emotional drama, and make her portrayal
of suffering akin to the ridiculous. The
isolated opportunities to smile permitted
her by "Young Mrs. Winthrop" gave
glimpses of the sweet, sunshiny personal
ity which won her favor as a member of
the Frohman Company, where her line
was distinctly comedy. Just why she has
chosen to disguise her best gifts in such
characters as "Vera" and "Young Mrs.
the members of the organization, but the
president, Philo Jacoby, hustled around
and in a little while he rounded up a
goodly number of the Turners, who quickly
put on their uniforms and marched to
the ferry to meet their captain. The lat
ter, with Mrs. Attinger and Miss Attinger,
were soon seated in an open carriage, in
which was seated Second Lieutenant
Joseph Straub. Joseph Castor and Philo
Jacoby, rifles in hand and covered with
numerous medals won at the targets,
walked at the sides of the carriage as
guards of honor. Led by a uniformed
drum corps the procession moved up Mar
ket street to Turk and out to the hall.
Upon entering the hall First Lieutenant
Fred Kommer called Captain Attinger to
the center of the room and in the name of
the organization bade him welcome and
extended the hearty congratulations and
thanks of his fellow Turners who remained
at home for preserving the honor and
glory of the Turners while abroad. He
called particular attention to the fact that
Captain Attinger had won two first prizes
and one second prize in the athletic games
and upon the last day, Tuesday, he had
faced the target and won the title of the
Schuetzen King.
His rival had made the high score of 90 out
of a possible 100 points. Captain Attinger
came in at the last moment and made the
splendid scoie of 92 points. On firing his
last shot he was crowned the shooting
king and carried from the range upon the
shoulders of the crowd. His comrades
noted his victories with proud hearts.
Captain Attinger modestly responded
that he was proud that he was able to hold
such an honorable position and be would
always strive to sustain ihe honor of the
THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JUNE 30, 1895.
Winthrop" is for the initiated to answer.
There is nothing in Miss Craven's appear
ance and less in her voice to suggest tempes
tuous feeling. Her quiet tones rest pleas
antly on the ear, but they do not reach
the heart; her simple methods please as
simplicity never fails to do, but beyond
this point she does not rise; and she lacks
utterly that power to stir the soul, which
we call magnetism for want of a better
word, and even then, only half understand.
She is a fine, fresh young woman of gentle
manners, which invite the friendliest of
sentiments, but she is not an emotional
actress, and Jarge, unwieldy, sleek and
round, big of bone and mild of eye, she
stands knee-deep in passion's stream,
munching her lines with bovine placidity.
Ohll Oh6l How old "Young Mrs.
Winthrop" is grown. It was somewhere
in the long ago, when mad desires were
subject to the control of prudent parents,
that I wept tears of blood because I might
not have my hair bobbed off behind and
ruffled up before, like tne first of the
"Young Mrs. Winthrops." It seemed to
me then a good and a beautiful thing to
do. Even aa young Mrs. Winthrop
herself seemed to me beautiful and good.
I remember I thought her a lovely and pa
thetic figure, the creature of cruel circum
stance, the victim of wanton fate. Her
grief was holy and her sorrows blessed. She
seemed to me to wear a martyr's crown
and to suffer as only the good may suffer
unjustly and horribly, soulfully and in
silence.
But, above all, it was her hair which
bound me to her. Oh! the dazzling sin
gularity, the daring originality, the un
precedented elegance of the hair of the
first "Young Mrs. Winthrop!" It was
shingled over the nuque, where the world
had hitherto been wont to let its hair lie at
length, and curled contradictorily over the
crown, where ordinary, every-day hair was
seen to be straight and smooth. I would
have hied me direct from the theater doors
to the barber's chair had I been allowed to
visit either place of amusement unchaper
oned. A restraining hand was laid upon
me, but other girls knew what liberty
meant. For a week the town bristled with
the "'Young Mrs. Winthrop" coiffure.
Long hair was no longer a glory unto
woman. Yards of silken loveliness were
sacrificed to the silliest and shortest-lived
of fashions, and wept over before the wan
ing of another moon.
Think, think how long ago! And marvel
not that the bloom of her first fair youth,
the beauto damn^e dv diable.the charm and
witchery of newness, have gone from
"Young Mrs. Winthrop." She no longer
indulges in a youthful fad for unique hair
arrangements, but parts her locks neatly
down the middle, and matches her little
side combs to the value of a single hair and
looks as commonplace and uninteresting
and aged and triangular as nearly all other
women under similar conditions. But I
am not prejudiced against her on this ac
count. It is because I look on her now
with eyes hardened to stage suffering and
sobered by the intervening years. She is
no martyr, after all, this young Mrs.
Winthrop, and she has a selfish and a
shallow soul. She is dull, sullen, suspi
cious, and prone to listen to the clatter of
idle tongues. Hers is a sordid little story
and it is not very prettily told, and it is
not altogether true, which does not Buit
the realistic tendency of the times.
Turners. He dwelt at length upon what
his companions had accomplished.
Philo Jacoby, in a brief speech, said that
Mrs. Attinger. too, comes in for some of
the praise. Like the wife of the knight of
old, she had stood by her husband and
cheered and sustained him during all his
struggles for victories. Three cheers were
given for the captain and three more for
his good wife. Then the entire company
repaired to one of the large anterooms,
where a light repast was spread. More
speeches were made, and a pleasant time
was enjoyed by all.
The remainder of the Turners will arrive
this evening, and a reception of a similar
order will be given to them.
SWIFT MACHINERY AND LABOR
Manufacturers and Workingmen Under
Changing Conditions.
We know a manufacturer, employing 700
operatives, who is busy with experiments
to determine the productive unit of a work
ing day in the hope of beiner able to dimin.
] ish the number of the hours of labor in
that day. His idea is to ascertain what
constitutes a fair day's product, and then
to help h is employes to fewer hours of labor
by requiring from them only that product,
turned out as it ma> be in fewer hours thnn
at present. If nine hours of fresher and
more buoyant labor will turn out the same
product as ten hours of more jaded labor,
he can afford to pay and is disposed to pay
the same wages for the former as for the
latter. His operatives, he believes, by rea
son of this incentive of more leisure for re
creation, will do swifter and better work
while they ar3 employed, and the shorter
working day will be a boon to them, while
it will inflict no loss upon him, says the
Boston Transcript.
In the furtherance of such experiments
as this, the improvements which have been
made in machinery count as an important
factor. These improvements to a large ex
tent have taken the direction of increased
speed. The American Wool and. Cotton
Reporter furnishes striking corroborative
evidence on this point. In some print
cloth mills spindles are run at a speed of
from 10,000 to 12,000 revolutions a minute,
which is double the rate of thirty years
ago. Broad looms which twenty-five years
axo would run 70 picks per minute on
woolens and worsteds are now run at 100
to 110 picks. The improvements in spin
ning machines have resulted in better
yarn, and this enables the looms to do
more rapid and better work. Cotton
looms making print cloths are run up to
210 picks a minute, as against a rate of
100 picks a minute thirty years ago. The
most remarkable performance was that of a
loom at the World's Fair at Chicago, run
ning at the rate of 280 picks a minute on
ginghams. There have been similar gains
in carpet-making machinery and in all de
partments of manufacture.
It is true, doubtless, that the swifter
machinery is more exacting in its de
mands upon the workman. But it re
sults in a very considerable increase in the
product which he is able to turn out. A
part of the advantage of this increase very
properly goes to the manufacturer, as a
return upon the increased cost of his plant.
A part of it inures to the public in the form
of lower prices. But a part belongs to the
operative, and may properly be realized
by him in the form of fewer hours of labor
or better wages. To a certain extent these
gains are already his, and they will be his
to a larger degree as such experiments as
that of the manufacturer to whom we re
ferred at the beginning take shape in a
new schedule adjusted to the new con
ditions.
I hear that Mr. Frawley offers a liberal
price for new plays, and new plays are
needed. Can anything, for example, be
more hopelessly out of date than the hu
mor of Mrs. Bob-Dick or Mrs. Dick-Bob,
whichever she really was? The mold
lies thick upon it, and yet it was once ac
cepted as humor of the most grotesque,
and there were those among us who
thought it a questionable pleasantry at
that.
Ah, me! and well-a-day ! The world has
been growing wicked while Young Mrs.
Winthrop has been growing old.
And yet, hoary in sin as the world may
be, it can still take its x'leasure innocently
with Joshua Whitcomb, and even so hum
ble an exponent of bis virtues as the actor
who is now tramping over the road
beaten smooth by Denruan Thompson. If,
as I read the other day in some sheet
worthy of attention, the business of the
critic is to report the sentiments of the
audience, joyous enthusiasm anent "The
Old Homestead" would flood these col
umns and trickle OTer on the next page.
But, unfortunately for the other writer, I
do not agree with him at all. Every
body cherishes an individual opinion, it
would seem, as to the business of the critic,
from the manager who thinks the critic
was made to boom his theater to the soul
less being who wonders why the critic was
created at all. It is well in this metier of
ours to master the philosophy of .<Esop.
I keep continually in mind that fable
wherein an old man started to ride an ass
to market, while his son walked dutifully
beside, and being reproached for cruelty
to the young, yielded the saddle to the
boy, who in turn was condemned for dis
respect to age, and compromised by taking
his father up beside him. Then they weTe
both reviled for cruelty to animals, and
ended by walking to market, carrying the
ass between them. I suppose the ass was
pleased, but that is not the moral.
I mii3t write about "The Old Home
stead" then, as I would ride to market, in
the way that suits me best, without pan
dering to the views of any ass — except, in
deed, by accident. I have always regarded
Denman Thompson's picture of New Ene
land life as far too faithful in detail to be
attractive, and the play is still as nearly
his as weak and puerile imitation can make
it. The homely sweetness of a man scrub
bing himself at a pump does not appeal to
my sense of the picturesque. I cannot
rise to the ecstasy of the occasion.
George Moore declares, in all seriousness,
that the ugliest object in life is a woman
washing herself at a basin. I think he is half
right, but perhaps he has not studied man
at a pump. Then the touching simplicity
of stocking feet! Ido not seem to feel the
thrill that I should feel when Uncle Joshua
takes off his cowhide boots. I look at faces
irradiated by a chaste joy. I hear little
broken, tiappy murmurs, inarticulate
burblings of delight. I know an ineffable
bliss has settled over the audience at the
sight of those gray, knitted socks, and I
know that in some way lam out of it.
Perhaps it is a matter of education. I
shall certainly ask a few men I know to
invest in gray woolen socks, and come up
to my house and walk around in them,
two or three evenings of each week, and I
shall cultivate a soulful happiness while
they are pattering over my waxed floors.
I am willing to learn anything I do not
NEW BUILDERS' EXCHANGE
The Plan Submitted by Archi
tect Brown Has Been Ac-
WILL COST OVER SUO,OOO.
The Building Ready for Occupation
Not Later Than Septem
ber First.
Work on the new Builders' Exchange
will commence a week from to-morrow.
The plans submitted by Architect A. Page
Brown have been accepted by the building
committee, and on Friday were ratified by
THE NEW BUILDERS' EXCHANGE.
[From a p1a.71 drawn by Architect A. Page Brown.]
the board of directors. Yesterday the con
tract between the Builders' Exchange and
the Sharon estate was formally signed, and
now all that prevents immediate work on
the building is the fact that the contracts
will not be given out until next Friday.
On that day at 1:15 p. M. the bids will be
opened and the contracts awarded to the
lowest bidders.
The Builders' Exchange has a very
smooth-running agreement with the
Sharon estate. The latter ia to erect the
building according to the plans accepted
by the building committee, th% cxc hange
securing a lease on the property for five
years. Either party, however, at the end
of three and a half years has a right to
cancel the contract, providing a three
months' notice ia given. At the end of
five years the lease may be renewed, sub •
already know, and when "The Old Home
stead" comes again to San Francisco I,
too, may be able to gurgle over those socks
and whisper reverently "Oh! how natu
ral," and feel something lumpy in my
throat and something moist in either eye.
I wonder who originated the idea that
persons who lack education, taste and re
finement are compensated by a Just heaven
with superior virtue. Are not morals com
patible with grammar? And what is there
so profoundly touching in ignorance, ex
cept, indeed, the ignorance of youth, which
asks for knowledge out of lovely and ap
pealing eyes?
Chivalry and honor have lived in the
breasts of men polished to their finger
tips, and more than one gentlewoman has
held her virtue to be a sacred thing. A
fig for the gush and rapture wasted on the
moral beauty of the unwashed. It is worse
than wicked to be vulgar.
As for New England life, as for the old
farm life even, idealized as it is in stage
pictures and dialect stories — who to-day
out of the vast audiences who have ap
plauded it in the one form and wept over
it in the other— who, I say, would go back
and live it out? No one who knows that
to which he goes.
Farm life in New England is not fasci
nating. It is a demnition grind. It
bends and bows and sours and spoils its
men, and it crushes life, soul, love and
ambition out of its women. It is the hot
bed of malice, the well-spring of all un
charitableness.
The Puritan spirit which forbade a man
to kiss his wife on Sunday, found sin in
beauty and lodged the devil in song and
laughter, and pinned the Scarlet Letter on
the heart of its dishonored women, is still
stiff in the New England neck. Br-r-rl I
love them not.
The Orpheum is failing fast. Not finan
cially, if I may judge by the mad struggle
for seats, which was still going on at a
quarter before nine last Monday evening.
And despite the summer season, the
audience was sprinkled over with that
quality of persons to be designated by the
elastic little word "nice." In New York,
at this particular time of year, the high
world even makes the effort of a trip to
town for an evening at the concert hall
and roof garden, which pick up all the
patronage from closed theaters and reap
their richest harvests in the merry month
of June. Here, as I understand it, for
that sort of thing there is no vogue. I
should hardly think the present state of
vaudeville in San Francisco would encour
age it.
At one time the Orpheum held its own
with New York vaudevilles, employed the
same artists, paid the same prices and gave
an excellent entertainment, to which the
British mother might have taken her babe
and known no shame. But that day has
gone by. It is a cheap show that is given
at the Orpheum now — cheap and vulear
with only here and there a number to lift
it from a dreary monotony. Feats in ex
pectoration and cruel personal chastise
ment constitute an order of amusement
concerning which classes of society
are sharply divided, and the Orpheum
management should decide with prompti
tude to which particular class it is more
profitable to cater.
Mrs. Potter touches at the goal of her
ambitions. One of them, that is. She is
ject only to a question of rent. Should
there be any dispute the matter will be
submitted to arbitration. ,. Another feature
is that all contracts for building and fur
nishing must be let to members of the ex
change.
The new Builders' Exchange will be
erected on the northwest corner of New
Montgomery and Mission streets, with the
main entrance on the first-named thor
oughfare. The structure will be of brick,
two stories high, with a frontage of 80 feet
on New Montgomery street and running
back 50% feet on Mission. The outside of
the building will be handsomely cemented,
which will add materially to its attractive
ness. The exchange complete will cost
about $10,000, the Duilding alone calling
for $6800.
"The ground floor will be occupied as a
main exchange room," said Secretary
James A. Wilson yesterday, "though there
will be a general assembly room, three
telephone rooms, a large lobby, clerks'
room and members' lockers and boxes.
Each member will have his own box, in
cluding a separate mail box. From the
lower end of the Jobby the broad stairs lead
to the gallery on second floor. Here there
will be nine large rooms for estimating
purposes, a directors' room and an assem
bly chamber. These last two are so con-
structed that they can be made Into one,
should the occasion demand it.
"In the center of the roof will be built a
large dome skylight, while the balance of
the upper story will be lighted with win
dows, these being extra large. The ground
floor will be lighted in the same manner.
The interior finishings will be in grained
pine, and the outside upper wall will be
covered with old Spanish tiling. The ex
change, will, of course, be furnished with
the most approved lavaratories and such
other conveniences as are found in modern
structures."
The contract calls for the completion of
the new exchange by September 1, when
the members of the exchange will take
possession. The building committee con
sists of W. B. Anderson, Thomas Elam
and James A. Wilson.
\ Not Such » Sport After All.
I A man who looked m though he had
to play at Daly's Theater and practically,
under Daly's management, since the im
perial Augustin is to organize and re
organize her company. Before Cora Urqu
hart Potter was distressed by a bee in her
bonnet, which buzzed about the elevation
of the stage, her one idea was to enter the
charmed Daly circle. The Fates, coupled
with her inefficiency, were against her. It
is easy enough to g«t into Daly's with ever
so little talent and, whatever has been said
or sung to the contrary, red tape counts
here for nothing. Daly is the most impar
tial as he is the most unpleasant of man
agers, and, excepting always his stars, has
but one rule for prince and peasant alike.
Yes! It is easy enough to get into Daly's
— if one is satisfied to get only so far in and
wait, it may be for years and it may be
forever, for a chance to be seen by an
audience.
I do not really know how many chorus
people are getting fifteen dollars a week at
Daly's jujt for standing about in the wings
and saying "My lord, the carriage waits."
Daly is always on the lookout for talent and
hates to let a promising youngster slip by
him, but it usually begins and ends there,
and most persons are averse to wasting a
fair young life for the empty honor of
being known as a silent member of the
Daly Company.
It is with a certain painful surprise that
I note the continued success of the Gaiety
Girl Company. It is now playing in Syd
ney or Melbourne, I forget which, at sal
aries which are simply stupendous. This
shows what the cachet of London will do
assisted, in my humble opinion, by that,
singularly fetching poster of Dudley
Hardy's, which promised so much more
than a Gaiety Girl fulfilled.
When I read in Le Figaro that Paris
found Marcel Prevost's dramatization of
his "Demi-Virgins" might be too risque"
for a French audience, I smiled sweetly.
This sudden qualm of modesty was so
utterly French. Paris had survived the
book, in which nothing was left unsaid,
and even on the stage it is impossible to
speak the unspeakable. However, Pre
vost took warning and has flown, it seems,
to the opposite extreme. The play is so
refined that Paris is bored to madness at
the sight and sound of it, although Jane
Hading has the leading role. There is no
denying the cleverness of the story— that
is, from the standpoint that it is clever to
talk learnedly about all Borts of forbidden
things.
La Grande Duse has begun her London
engagement and gives no evidence of her
large and extensively advertised illness. It
is gossiped abroad that her managers make
the extremely foolish mistake of supposing
her reputed feebleness of body will en
hance her attractions as an artist. At all
events they invariably publish a report of
her approaching demise a week or so be
fore she appears in any big European city,
a very old and shabby trick which never
yet has done an actress one atom of good.
That is one comfortable quality in Bern
hardt. She is subject to "vapors," and her
disposition frequently interferes with her
performance, but she has never worked
her dear public for S3 r nit>athy and one does
not read at regular intervals that she is
hovering on the edge of an early grave.
May Irwin is to star next season in a
play especially written for her by the
dramatic critic of the Boston Herald. I
devoutly hope that this farce-comedy, for
such it is, affords her no opportunity ior
sineing "Mamie, Come Kiss Your Honey
Boy." I like Miss Irwin. I have liked
her from Daly to Dailey, as it were ; but
she has imposed the Honey Boy on an
indulgent public for an all-sufficient period
of years, and it is time she gave him a last
spent the night and many others in subter
ranean waterways, the flow of which he
had not disturbed, walked by Madison
square Garden the other aay. He stag
gered along under the porticos on the
Twenty-seventh-street side. As he reeled
up to a big open door, where the stuffed
animals and alligators which had been on
view at the Sportsman's exhibition were
awaiting transportation, he paused with a
start.
Before him stood a grizzly bear, with
wide open jaws, holding a basket in its
paws. He turned away as though greatly
startled. On his left was a jaguar at the
throat of a young calf. He shuddered per
ceptibly at this and backed into a stuffed
snake swallowing a preserved rabbit, and
he with fear in his eyes he stumbled over
a crocodile the expression of his face was
a study. With a wild yell he started down
the street, past several side doors and al
luring beer signs, and what he thought
nobody knew positively, but there were
many good guesses.
HOW JONAH LOOKED LATER.
An African Convert Supplies History
Where the Bible Is Silent.
Here is a composition written by a little
African girl at Palmas five years after she
was caught running wild. It was read at
a missionary meeting by Bishop Clark.
The spelling is corrected :
"HISTORY, GEOGRAPHY AND THE
EARTH."
"Do you know what history is? His
tory, you know, teaches us what is to hap
pen in the past event. Geography shows
where the thing has happened at. History
tells us when Adam ana Eve were created,
and geography shows us where the Garden
of Eden is— which continent and which
division.
"History tells us that Adam was the
first man that was created, and while he
was sleeping God took out one of his ribs
and made Eve. After a while he went to
walk among the trees of the garden. Con
versation took place between her and the
devil. The devil told her to eat some kind
of fruit which God had told her and
Adam not to eat. She took it and ate it;
also took some for her husband. When
Adam saw it he did not take no time to
ask where she got it from.
"History, geography and the earth just
do go together. One tells us about this and
one tells about that, etc. Histories are in
teresting to read, indeed they are. It tells
us about the whale. The whale is the
largest animal in the sea. Whales is spoken
of by the Bible. When God had sent Jonah
to Nineveh to preach to the people about
their sins Jonah refused to go. He went
into a ship with some people. He first went
in there to hide from God, but God caused
a storm to take place. The ship went from
this way to that way. The people was
afraid indeed, and they began to cast lots.
The lot fell upon Jonah, so they up and
throwed him into the sea.
"While he was going to the very bottom
of the sea be went with this animal, so the
whale said: 'My friend, where are you
going?' Jonah answered and said unto
him: 'I have disobeyed my God and am
trying to hide from his face.' The whale
said: 'You ought to be ashamed of your
self. Don't you know that neither I nor you
can hide from his face?' Jonah said : 'Oh,
whale! I am afraid. I do- not Know what
I am doing or saying.' The whale said:
l Oh, Jonah, Jonah, hearken unto me,
and take heed to yourself, for, inceed,
I will swallow you up soon.' Jonah
said : 'Have mercy upon me, oh, whale,
and, if it is God's 'will, he will carry me
long and lingering one and laid him away
to his honored rest.
safely to the land, so I may obey him. 1
The whale said: 'Jonah, put your head in
my mouth and get ready for your life.'
Jonah said: 'Whale, I think you had
l better swallow me, because I see there is
is no use talking. 1 The whale said:
'Jonah, the idea of your running away from
God! You will bear the consequences;
that is all I got to say.' At the same time
he did swallow him up.
"Jonah thought the whale's body was his
grave and end. Therefore, Jonah offers up
a prayer to God for his sins if he should
die before he should get to the shore if it
was God's will to carry his soul to heaven.
1 The whale did not rest day after day nor
night after night, so after three days, the
whale went to the shore and vomited up
Jonah. r
"Jonah was like a drowned rat."— New
York Press.
M. Dieulafoy, the explorer of Persia, ha»
carefully examined the valley of Rephaim
south of Jerusalem, where David crushed
the Philistines. He finds that the Bible
account of the battle is accurate, and that
David s tactics* show the highest military
capacity, and were like those of Frederick
the Great at Mollwiu and Rossbach, and
of >apoleon at Austerlitz.
Euphrates Esculapius Endymion Mc-
Jimsey is the name of a clerk in the re
corder's office at Marysville, Mo. He signs
his rather euphonious name with a big
rubber stamp. His mother was a student
of oriental history and mythology.
m THE OWL
(j§||| DRUG CO.,
f THE OWL
DRUG CO.,
W CUT-RATE '
Mi DRUGGISTS!
1128 ]Vlfirliot Street,
SAN FRANCISCO,
320 S. Spring Street,
LOS ANGELES.
# Our friends, the Retail Druggists' Ass-
ociation, would have you believe after hav-
ine robbed you for years, that they are
Public Philanthropists. But they should
remember, however, that while "T*hey can
fool some of the people all the time, all of
the people some of the time, they can't fool
all the people all the time."
Walker's Canadian Club Whisky. ..»l OO
Veronica Water, .>Oc size 4O
Dr. Henley's Celery, Beef and Iron. 75
WHy?
Why do other druggists . say that
their drugs and medicines are as
good and fresh as ours?
Because
They know, and they know that
the ;- public know, that the Owl
Drugs ; are as purs :as money will
buy, and the quantity of goods^ve
sell is sufficient guarantee that our
drugs are fresh. -
Joy's, Ayer's or Hood's Samapar-
- ri11» ;....... :..:.;...:......... .'. . 65
Carlsbad Npruite! Salts :... '.. :...:.. 65
Scott's Emu15i0n........ 65
I'aitie's Celery compound."..*. ...;: - : 6i-
Fellow's hyrup of HypouhosphitesSl 00
JLydia Pinkham'a Vegetable Cora-
' p0und.":.......:..;...:.. 75
Cuticura Resolvent ............... 70
Mariana Coca Wine............ ...... 100
I WRITE FOR PRICE LIST. ,
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