Annual parasol sale at Newburgh & Co.
The hunting license famine is over at last and local nimrods can be supplied with the coveted document for the asking and, incidentally, the price. County Clerk Felt on Sunday received a fresh supply after waiting some time and on Monday Chief Deputy Wimans sent, per City Attorney Hall, a supply of the licenses to Joe Steiger. They are now on tap at the Steiger store. For some time the county clerk has been out of the license blanks.
The water consumers are allowed water for sprinkling purposes from 6 to 8 o’clock in the morning and 6 to 8 o’clock in the evening. Petaluma Power and Water Co., F.D. Elsworth, Supt.
A report reached this city via San Francisco to the effect that Arthur M. Parent, who for several years past ha been in Europe receiving voice culture, is to wed a very wealthy heiress in Germany. There is no way to verify the report at present but the rumor has created unusual interest.
According to the calendar, Sunday was the first day of summer but was celebrated here by early morning showers and much fog and high winds in the afternoon and evening. It was a gloomy and dismal day with not a very summery appearance and many locals postponed proposed outings.
Another large congregation assembled at the Congregational Church on Sunday evening for the last of the three sermons by the pastor on questions of special interest to women. The theme was “The Lure of the Turkey Trot vs. The Lure of the Home.” Woman’s gay life, with the degrading dance, its gambling table, champagnes and cigarettes, as that life is carried on in the lowest strata of society and also in the highest, was described.
The degrading dance is invented by the underworld and then taken up by those of the Four Hundred who are above public opinion and who must have something new for their amusement. And then it is given back to everyday people with the stamp of society’s approval upon it.
In speaking on what ought to be done about it, the pastor said, in part: “I would have every mother impress upon the mind of her daughter this fact, that every man whose love is worth having does not think the more, but rather the less, of the girl who allows familiarity on the dance floor or anywhere else. If he be a true man, one worth having for a husband, his ideal of womanhood is a high one, described by such words as “pure,” “modest” and “refined” in the truest sense of that word.
And we must forever bear in mind that sentimentality puts a premium upon sin and shame by throwing bouquets at the sinners.
Travelers who visit Niagara Falls are directed to a spot on the margin of the precipice over the boiling current below, where a gay young lady, a few years ago, lost her life. She was delighted at the wonders of the unrivaled scene and ambitious to pluck a flower from a cliff where no human had before ventured as a memorial of the cataract and her daring. She leaned over the verge and caught a glimpse of the surging waters far down the battlement of rocks, while fear, for a moment, darkened her excited mind. But there hung the lovely blossom upon which her heart was fixed; and she leaned, in a delirium of intense desire and anticipation, over the bank. Her hand was outstretched to grasp the blossom which charmed her fancy; the turf yielded to the pressure of her feet; and with a shriek she fell into the abyss.
It never pays for a woman to let her daring or her vanity of her sense for the unusual lead her to the edge of a gay life.