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Either N atural or Artificial, Are Essential
to Good Health.
ALL WORK GUARANTEED.
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N. E. Cor. Market and 26th Sts.
PHILADELPHIA DENTAL PARLORSi
~“dR. WILSON, Proprietor0
I He has also Taste and practical ability to re-
model and change your Carriages to make them
stylish and modern. Prices according to finish.
POSTOFFICB ST., bet. 23d & 24th.
Cor, Tremont and Market Streets.
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Evening Tribune has all the news.
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Wines, Cordials and
Cigars.
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J. G. SCHRIEVER, Traffic Manager.
W. C. WATSON, Genl. Pass, and Ticket Agt.
CTiiis. ID. Powers, Jr.
Lem. J. Selby.
gelby-powers gusipess (Doline
Phone 401.
Over Turnley-Lufkin Real Estate Office.
BUSINESS
Received daily
by
Choice, Fresh Game of All Kinds,
ALSO
POULTRY and VEGETABLES.
Nelson Spence,
Center Street.
| drders solicited. Free delivery
/WESSONS IN SHORTHAND, TYPEWRITING, SPELLING AND
COMPOSITION, 7 to 9 o’clock EVERY EVENING.
School to make Practical Office Men. Taught by Men who have had Thorough Training Ex-
perience in what they propose to teach.
OPEN FEBRUARY 1.
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W. B. Sekskind, Bus. Man. | H. Gbeenwall, Son & Bro., Lessees. | Geo H. Walker, Treasurer.
THE BIG COMEDY HIT.
Formed
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BETWEEN ACTS
FISHING TACKLE.
FIREARMS.
1879.
AMMUNITION.
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For Misses and Masters.
E. D. Stair’s Scenic and Realistic Production of the Eest American Character
Comedy yet Written,
TiVO NIGHTS ONLY—FRIDAY AND SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 6 AND 7.
Matinee Saturday at 2 O’clock.
SUNDAY NIGHT,
ALVIN JOSEYX.
; Monday,
I^RANK MAYO.
Monday Matinee—NORDECK. Monday Sight—DAVEY CROCKETT.
R Barrel of Money
By Herbert Hall Winslow, Author oi “Silent Partner,” etc.
COHEN & MICHAEL,
Merchant Tailors and Outfitters.
VISITORS
Are extended a hearty wel-
cometo visitour store, 417 and
419 TREMONT ST. We are
headquarters for Men’s, Boys’
and Children’s Fine Clothing,
Furnishing Goods and Hats.
The Leading Sportsmen’s Headquarters in Texas.
* VICTOR H, CORTINES *
Manufacturer, Importer and Dealer in
SPORTSMEN’S GOODS.
TREMONT STREET,
Bet. Strand & Mechanic,
GALVESTON, TEX;
FIREWORKS.
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CAST OF CHARACTERS.
Roxy, who couldn’t keep out of mischief if she would, and wouldn’t if she
could Miss Grade Emmett
Helene Garrison, the mill owner’s daughter Miss Carrington
Aunt Amanda, Gawge Augusta’s, ma , Lilly Beagle
Hy Hazlitt, the Squire’s greenhorn son Will H. Kohnle
Jim Rich, Cencus Enumerator, Bohemian, etc Lloyd Neal
Squire Hazlitt, Landlord of Slackville Tavern .Danny Mann
Gawge Augustus Juniper, the hope of the family Will Spaulding
Amos Garrison, the mill owner J. A. Bailey
Harrison Swift, the superintendent Ralph Dorman
Eb Bartlett, the mill fireman Benj. Ellis
George i Jno. Cawman
Bridget O’Flynn, who wants her “tin” Orin Mann
Capt. Nell, a loud church bell-e Miss Emmett
Mill Hands, Dancers, Singers, etc.
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RO YOU WANT to reach steady
u and liberal purchasers in
this part of the Country?
WE HAVE advertising space for
sale at reasonable, not “cheap,” rates.
Tuesday and Thursday Evenings at 8
For Gentlemen.
Call ou J OF COOLEY at the
He not only has
-FINEST SALOON IN THE SOUTH,
But keeps the best goods.
C. F. CHEESMAN’S DANCING ACADEMY.
Misses’ and Masters’ Classes j A T3 TjCWWT TX ATT I Gentlemen’s Classes, Mon-
every afternoon j ) day and Wednesday nights
^W“Hall for rent for Dances, etc., at reasonable rates.^6?
New Classes Formed This Week.
ESTABLISHED IW
SYNOPSIS.
Time—The Present. Place—Slackville, Vt., and a Large Manufacturing
City near there.
Act I—Slackville Tavern. The Dance. The Census. The Paralytic Stroke.
Act II—Drawing Room, Amos Garrison’s Residence. Lively Times. Tipsy
Jim. “You won’t be there, but I will.”
Act HI—The Iron Mills, showing machinery at work. Hy’s Bravery. Tied to
the Revolving Belt.
Act IV—Terrace of Amos Garrison’s Country Home. A Tramp’s Revenge,
Reaping the Whirlwind.
Choruses, Topical Songs, Operatic Medleys, Dances and Specialties
Incidentally Sandwiched in.
HENRY BONN,
Soot is the"
HENRY’S SALOON,
Opposite Tremont Opera-House.
FINE WHISKIES, WINES AND BRANDIES.
COOL BEEJl.
Proprietor.
Mr. Gloer’s Large Family.
Mr. Isaac D. Gloer is a man of ordi-
nary size, weighing about 160 pounds,
but he is the head of a family that
weighs in aggregate numbers 1,500
pounds, and there are only four chil-
dren and six in family. Mr. Gloer
lives in Bowcaan, Ga.. and is conse-
quently a near neighbor.
Here is the way it comes about: Mr.
I. D. Gloer, the old man, weighs about
160 pounds; his wife weighs 300
pounds, while his children come as fol-
lows: his son Isham weighs 190pounds;
Joseph weighs 300 pounds; Mary, 300
pounds; David, 300 pounds, which
makes a total of 1,500 pounds for a.
family of six persons.—Athens Ledger.
Plea for Cosmetics.
One can’t in the least blame Ameri-
can women if they do spend, as Kate
Field says they do, $62,000,000 a year
for cosmetics. Mighty sum indeed for
women to spend in keeping their per-
sons sweet and attractive, considering
how many million women there are to
spend it, and the women don’t spend
it nearly all, either! Who buys the ex-
pensive French tooth washes, essences
and pomades but gentlemen? Who
uses the finest face powders but the
men who patronize first class barbers?
Take it any way you please, send in
the whole bill to the women, and it
comes to about $3 a year for toilet
necessaries, not by any means all white
lead or calomel. Please remember that
the cosmetic art is older than that of
medicine and was a science before the
latter was anything better than conjur-
ing.—Shirley Dare.
Mr. and Mrs. Gilder.
Richard Watson Gilder, editor of The
Century, is thin and slight, with long
gray hair, a piping, reedy voice, deli,
cate features and a manner of neryocs
modesty. He looks the last man alive
to have won such a very great prize as
the editorship of The Century, which
came about in this wise: When quite
young Mr. Gilder started a small pub-
lication, Golden Days, or something of
the sort. It was bought by The Cent-
ury company, and its editor, who had
had the good luck to win Dr. Holland’s
approval, was made that gentleman’s
assistant. A few years later Dr. Hol-
land died, and the directors of the en-
terprise honored his memory by put-
ting young Gilder in his place.
Mr. Gilder’s sanctum is the hand-
somest in New York—in fact, alto-
gether aesthetic. It has an open fire-
place, brass andirons, with rugs,
hangings, draperies and pictures in the
highest style of art. It is full of greens
at Christmas, of flowers at Easter. Ii?
it Mr. Gilder is altogether charming.
His wife is much more substantial look-
ing than he is. She is a cousin of Mrs.
Grover Cleveland—hence the intimacy
between the two families. Mrs. Gilder
is also much given to art, and spends
much time at the brush, especially in
summer, when she is at Marion, Mass.,
where her husband has had built for
her a studio of big granite blocks which
is said to be the most unique in Amer-
ica.—Epoch.
An Army EJectrical Corps.
The New York Electrical Review, in
commenting on the suggestion recently
advanced by Lieut. Fiske, and now
under consideration, that an electricaj
corps be established in the army and
navy to take charge of electrical appli-
ances in time of war, refers to the fact
that a few months ago it advanced
some ideas on the same subject. It
suggested that electrical men might,
profitably to themselves, enroll them-
selves as members of the New York
naval militia, and thus in a certain de-
gree return the obligation the electrical
profession owes the navy, from the
ranks of which many of its most dis-
tinguished workers have been recruited.
The Electrical Review is inclined to
think that some of the officers and men
now in the service could be advan-
tageously detailed to such work. In
case of emergency a fair supply of com-
petent engineers could be made avail-
able, but if civilians were pressed hur-
riedly into action their lack of military
training might prove a serious embar-
rassment, so that a much higher stand-
ard of efficiency would be attained by
having such a corps equipped with men
skilled in the tactics of warfare.
An Esthetic Arab.
It was on a Back Bay street. A
ragamuffin picked up a faded chrysan-
themum from the sidewalk. He ran
up to a gentleman passing by. “Got
a pin, mister?” The gentleman saw
the Arab’s ambition to get the flower
on the lapel of his coat, and obligingly
pinned it on for him.—Boston Trans-
script.
Chance for Argument.
Cultured Mother—Did you write to
the tailor about that suit of clothes?
Small Son—Yes, ma; here’s the let-
ter.
C. M.—Mercy! you’ve spelled suit,
s-o-o-t.
S. S.—Isn’t that right?
C. M.—Of course not.
black stuff.
S. S.—These clothes are of black
stuff.
C. M.—But soot is the black stuff
that gathers in a chimney. The word
you should use is s-u-i-t. It comes
from the French and means set.”
S. S.—But these clothes don’t set.
That’s why we’re sending ’em back.—
Good News.
7 TO 9 YEARS OLD.
MICHAEL ANGELO.
BY
A SONNET
figent for Irondequoit Wine Co.
—Oliver Elton in Academy.
AN AMATEUR CABBY.
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Everything New and First Class at the
Galveston Dining Parlors, Market, above
Center street. *
If one pure love, one common joy, one pain,
One heavenly pity, and one destiny
Shared by two lovers in equality;
One spirit for two hearts’ sole sovereign;
One soul immortal made in bodies twain,
Tn equal flight each winging to the sky;
And if one fire, one shaft that straight will fly
Home to two hearts, and there will quick re-
main;
If self love’s death (each loving other solely,
Love being the one desired wage of Love,
And each forestalling the Idast wish soever,
By each in mutual sway enthralled wholly)—
If these of quenchless faith the tokens prove,
Say, when shall Scorn so fast a knot dis-
sever?
ISTLEEtEtY. Guaranteed by
Schott,
CEABET. Druggist.
Full Assortment
California Wines
B. A. COOK,
Grocer, Twentv-sixth and Market Sts.
NORTH STM + PHARMACT
WEST END DRUG STORE.
Thirty-Second and Broadway Streets.
JOHN CASTBSRG, PROP.
Graduate in Chemistry and Pharmacy. Scan-
dinavian, English and German spoken.
Telephone 396. ******* Free Delivery,
street, which is well known to every
one except the police, when a young
gentleman he knew ran gleefully down
the steps and hailed him. The youth’s
name was Forbes, and he came of rich
but honest parents. •
The boy I old him to drive to Delmon-
ico’s, and T ravers whipped up hi.s horse.
“How much?” said young Mr. Forbes,
grandly, pulling out a great wad of
money composed of bills of large de-
nominations!.
“One dollar,” said Travers. The youth
handed him a twenty dollar bill.
“Can you change that?” he said; “it’s
the smallest I have.”
“I’ll keep the change, thank you, Mr.
Forbes,” said Travers calmly; “or, if
you like, I’ll drive up to your father’s
with you and get him to change it, and
I’ll tell him what good luck you had. at
the tables. He’ll be so pleased.”
“Confound you!” said the boy, grow-
ing pale, “my name’s not Forbes.
Give me back that money or I’ll have
you arrested.”
“No, you won’t, Mr. Forbes,” said
Travers, “or if you do I’ll tell. I guess
you’d better let me keep it, and when
you go home to-night tell the governor
all about it and promise him never to go
there again. You’ve got off mighty
cheap as it is.”
The young man glowered and swore
under his breath, but Travers chirruped
to his horse and started off gayly. He
only needed $15 more and it was still
early.
At Twenty-third street and the ave-
nue a young man with a bag in his hand
waved to him, and he drew up to the
curbing. Then a young girl stepped out
of the shadow and sprang into the cab,
and the young man followed her. He
gave Travers an address up town, to
which he took them quickly. “Strangers
in the city,” said Travers; “if I had any
way of knowing who they were, so that
I could get their money back, I’d pluck
’em.”
The young man and the girl entered
the house and remained there a few
minutes. They came out looking greatly
troubled, and the girl was crying. The
young man gave him another address,
and Travers made off for it. It was a
house attached to a church. “They are
a runaway couple and they are trying to
get married.” They were apparently
unsuccessful this time, for they came
out again immediately, and the girl was
sobbing bitterly.
“Can you tell me,” said the young
man with her, “do you happen to know
of any clergyman who fives near here, or
a justice, or some one who can perform
a marriage ceremony?”
Travers whistled softly and gazed at
the stars. “I know of one,” he said,
finally. “Get in.”
They got in, and Travers drove them
to the house of a young rector who was
a friend of his and who had just been
married.
“Tell this gentleman,” said Travers,
“that Mr. Corliss Travers sent you to
him. This Mr. Travers is a great swell
and a friend of this clergyman, and his
name goes, see?”
The young man seemed somewhat sur-
prised, but said nothing, and entered the
house. When he came out he was smil-
ing, and the girl was smiling too.
“I did as you said!” he exclaimed, “and
if I had not he wouldn’t have married
us. There was no reason why he should
not, for we are both of age, and all that
sort of thing. I’m very much obliged to
you for your suggestion. I suppose this
Mr. Travers is one of your regular
fares?”
“I used to drive his four-in-hand,” said
Travers.
“We won’t need you any more,” said
the young man, “and thank you again.
Here’s fifteen dollars; you can keep the
change.”
Mr. Travers raced back to the club
with his $50 and told his story, which
was fortunately believed. Then he in-
closed the different sums he had taken
to the address from which his first fare
had descended, to the addresses on the
police blotter, and to the home of Mr.
Forbes. The last $15 he kept. “I earned
that,” he said.
He won $300 on the bet, and the next
day the cabman whose hansom he had
borrowed sent him a pitiful note from
the Tombs, where he had been taken
charged with extortion and blackmail.
“Sure enough,” said Travers gloomily;
“I forgot that cab had a number.”
The driver’s bail bond amounted to
just $300, and Travers paid it, and then,
in fear lest his protege should skip his
bond, he promised him a regular en-
gagement for each day of the three
months’ probation. As he does not need
the hansom more than three or four
times a week, he finds it a bit expensive;
hut the other men are using it freely. It
promises to cost Travers about $500 be-
fore the three months are up.—New
York Sun.
You will save from 25 cents to 50 cents
on every dollar in buying your violins,
guitars, banjos, zithers, flutes, accor-
dions. and all kind of musical instru-
ments from C. Janke & Co.,
Tremont st., bet. Market and Mechanic.
Young Van Bibber’s success as an am-
ateur crook so excited the members of
his set who had lost money by it that
young Mr. Travers said he, too, would
go out and prey upon society and in five
hours steal $50. He would do this in the
guise of a hansom cab driver. His friends
wagered that he could not make the
gnm he named between the hours of 7
and midnight. Travers himself selected
these hours, as he was afraid some one
would recognize him if he drove through
the streets in the daytime. He had great
difficulty in procuring a hansom cab.
He finally found one who consented to
give up his turnout for the evening for
$20 dowm and a guarantee that it would
be returned in order. Travers borrowed
the man’s shabby capecoat and sent his
man after a high hat of his own which
was most disreputable. Then he climbed
up on the box, wrapped the blanket
around his legs and waved his whiplash
in a charmingly professional manner.
His friends applauded in dumb show
from the club window, and he saluted
them sedately as he turned into the
avenue.
He had not the least idea what the
proper tariff of prices was, but as he had
never found a hansom cab driver who
did, he did not allow this to disturb
him. He felt rather all the more quali-
fied to rob and blackmail his passengers.
He was crawling slowly up the street
■when a gentleman came down the steps
of a large private house, hailed him and
jumped into the cab before it had stop-
ped. Travers lifted the trap and said
“Where to, sir?” to the top of the gentle-
man’s high hat. The high hat turned
and twisted, and the gentleman said:
“Broadway theatre in a hurry.”
Travers had his own idea of a hurry.
He hit the horse a vigorous lash across
the head, which caused it to start for-
ward so suddenly that the fare inside
was shot out over the doors, and Trav-
ers only saved himself from going over
backward by clenching the reins. They
reached the theatre in five minutes. The
doors had just been opened.
“Well,” said Travers, cheerfully, “I
got you here in time to avoid the rush,
anyway.”
“How much?” said the fare.
“Oh, anything you please for myself,”
said Travers, “and five dollars regular
fare,”"
“Five what?” gasped the stranger.
“Five dollars,” said Travers; “what
do you expect to pay for a ride behind a
racehorse like that? You said to hurry,
and didn’t I hurry? It’ll cost me five
dollars to doctor that horse up, as it is.
I can’t use him no more to-night. ”
“Well, I won’t pay it,” said the gen-
tleman, indignantly; “it’s robbery, and
I’ll take your number. It’s downright
extortion.”
Travers calmly unwrapped his blanket,
stuck his whip in its socket and prepar-
ed to descend. Over two dozen men
gathered around the gentleman, some of
them telling him to have the driver ar-
rested and the other half urging Travers
“to take it out’en him.”
Travers merely went forward and
rubbed his horse’s legs tenderly. “Look
at that,” he said to the most offensive
looking individual in the crowd; “look
at that swelling in that leg. All through
racing him for this man that calls him-
self a gentleman. Pretty gentleman he
is, isn’t he? Laming a horse and trying
to rob a poor driver of his fare. I guess
I won’t be able to use that horse again
for two days, and where’s my earnings
coming from while he’s laid up? That’s
what I want to know.”
The offensive individual said the swell-
ing, which was not at all evident to any
one else, was the “worse he ever seen,”
and the crowd began to murmur indig-
nantly.
The gentleman pulled out a roll of bills
nervously, and gave a five dollar bill to
Travers, who sighed as he took it.
“I’d like to punch your head for it,”
said Travers gloomily, but the gentle-
man did not wait, and Travers drove
slowly away until the corner shut him
out of sight, when he whipped his horse
into a gallop.
“That’s very good for a starter,” said
the amateur whip.
At the next corner two men, very
much the worse for dining, waved at
him, and fell and tumbled into the cab.
“Oh,” gasped Travers ecstatically,
“this is where I live. . I’ll take every
cent they’ve got.”
“Where to?” he asked again.
; “Wherever you please,” shouted back
one of the occupants, “and get therein
a hurry!”
Travers drove them directly to the
Thirtieth precinct police station, and
called to the sergeant.
“These men,” said Travers, “took my
cub at 4 this afternoon, and they’ve kept
me ever since, and now they don’t know
where they want to go, and they won’t
get out or pay me my fare.”
The two passengers, who had prompt-
ly fallen asleep as soon as they were set-
tled in the cab, staggered drowsily into
the station house, where the sergeant
assigned them to two cells, took Travers’
name and number and gave him $10
from the roll one of the men carried,
which he declared was little enough for
five hours’ service.
“That dissipation will cost them quite
a little sum,” soliloquized Travers grim-
ly; “it illustrates the evil effects of
strong drink.”
He was passing a too well known
gambling house on Twenty-seventh
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