VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JUNE 1, 1893.

NO. 9.

Ocean City Sentinel.

PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT

OCEAN CITY, N.J.,

BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor.

$1.00 per year, strictly in of inc. $1.50 at end of year. Restaurants.

MARSHALL'S DINING ROOMS

FOR LADIES AND GENTS, 1321 MARKET STREET, Three Doors East of City Hall, PHILADELPHIA.

STRICTLY TEMPERANCE.

MEALS TO ORDER FROM 6 A. M. TO 8 P. M.

Good Roast Dinners, with three vegetables, for 25 cents. Turkey or Chicken Dinners, 15 cents.

Ladies' Room upstairs, with homelike accommodations.

PURE SPRING WATER. BAKERY, 601 S. Twenty-Second St. ICE CREAM, ICES, FROZEN FRUITS AND JELLIES.

Weddings and Evening Entertain-

ments a specialty. Everything to furnish the table and set free of charge. NOTHING SOLD OR DELIVERED ON SUNDAY.

QUALITY AND PRICE UNEXCELLED. R. R. SOOY'S LADIES & GENTS DINING ROOMS, 525 Chestnut Street, PHILADELPHIA.

D. SOMERS RISLEY,

No. 111 Market Street, CAMDEN, N. J. Conveyancer, Notary Public, Commissioner of Deeds, Real Estate and General Insurance Agent. Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage. TELEPHONE No. 16.

PETER MURDOCH,

DEALER IN COAL and WOOD,

Ocean City, N. J. Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention. Artistic Printing.

Material--The Best.

Workmanship--First class. Charges--Moderate.

R. CURTIS ROBINSON, Ocean City, N. J.

L. S. SMITH,

CONTRACTOR IN Grading, Graveling and Curbing.

PAINTING BY CONTRACT OR DAY. Eighth St. and Asbury Ave., OCEAN CITY, N. J. Plasterers and Brick-Layers.

W. STONEHILL. G. O. ADAMS.

STONEHILL & ADAMS,

Plastering, Range Setting, Brick Laying, &c. All work in mason line promptly attended to. OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Try an advertisement in the SEN-

TINEL.

Physicians, Druggist, Etc. DR. J. S. WAGGONER,

RESIDENT Physician and Druggist,

NO. 731 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Pure Drugs, Fine Stationery, Confectionery, Etc., constantly on hand. DR. G. W. URQUHART, 2265 North 13th Street, PHILADELPHIA, PA. Will practice at Ocean City during the months of June, July and August. Attorneys-at-Law. MORGAN HAND,

ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW

Solicitor, Master and Examiner in Chancery

Supreme Court Commissioner, Notary Public, CAPE MAY C. H., N. J. (Opposite Public Buildings.)

ALLEN B. ENDICOTT, COUNSELOR AT LAW,

Rooms 1, 2 and 3 Union National Bank Building. ATLANTIC CITY, N. J. LAW OFFICES SCHUYLER C. WOODRULL

310 Market St., Camden, N. J.

Solicitor of Ocean City.

Bakers, Grocers, Etc.

JACOB SCHUFF, (Successor to A. E. Mahan,)

THE PIONEER BAKERY, No. 708 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Fresh Bread, Pies and Cakes daily. Wedding Cakes a specialty. Orders delivered free of charge. Nothing delivered on Sunday.

HARRY G. STEELMAN,

DEALER IN FINE Groceries and Provisions,

No. 707 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Contractors and Builders.

S. B. SAMPSON, Contractor and Builder No. 305 Fourth St., Ocean City, N. J.

Jobbing promptly attended to. Plans, specifi-

cations and working drawings furnished. JOSEPH F. HAND,

ARCHITECT, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Ocean City, N. J.

Plans, Specifications and Working Drawings furnished. Estimates given on Application. Satisfaction guaranteed.

Nicholas Corson,

CARPENTER AND BUILDER,

OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Estimates given. Plans and Specifications furnished. Buildings put up by contract or day.

G. P. MOORE,

ARCHITECT, BUILDER, AND PRACTICAL SLATER, Ocean City, N. J.

Best Roofing Slate constantly on hand.

HENRY G. SCHULTZ,

CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER,

2633 Germantown Avenue, PHILADELPHIA.

BRANCH OFFICE: Seventeenth and Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

ARNOLD B. RACE, UNDERTAKER,

PLEASANTVILLE, N. J. All orders by telegraph or otherwise will re-

ceive prompt attention. Bodies preserved with

or without ice. Office below W. J. R. R. at the residence of A. B. RACE. ARNOLD B. RACE.

W. B. M. BURRELL, Undertaker & Embalmer,

427 Market Street, CAMDEN, N. J. TELEPHONE 108.

Plumbers, Steam Fitters, Etc.

J. T. BRYAN, Practical Plumber and Gas Fitter

No. 1007 Ridge Ave., Philadelphia. Circulating Boilers, Sinks, Bath Tubs, Water Closets, Lead and Iron Pipes, Pumps, Etc., furnished at short notice. Country or City Residences fitted up in the best manner. Sanitary Plumbing and drainage a specialty. Orders by mail promptly attended to.

ROBERT FISHER,

REAL ESTATE AND Insurance Broker, CONVEYANCER, COMMISSIONER OF DEEDS, AND NOTARY PUBLIC. Agent for the Aetna Life Insurance Company, of Hartford, Connecticut, and some of the oldest and best Fire Insurance Companies of America. What's the matter with Ocean City? She's booming, that's all. New water supply system; new electric lights; new hotels; new cottages; new tenants and new guests; everything is on the jump, and Fisher is rushing the business.

Call and see him, and put your money in Ocean City be-

fore things get up to the top notch.

Fisher is one of the few pioneers of Ocean City and among its first Real Estate purchasers and Cottagers, in-

timately associated with every step of its progress and the operation of its Real Estate, has extraordinary opportunities for the transaction of all kinds of Real Estate and Insurance business. FOR RENT--Having very ex-

tensive and influential connections, he has superior advantages in bringing those who have properties to rent and those who require them together, and at present has some of the finest cottages and other houses on his books at liberal prices. FOR SALE--Long experience and personal dealing in Real Estate has made him expert in values of both improved and unimproved property. Occasionally even in such a prosper-

ous town as ours some one wants to change or get out. Then we help them by helping some one else to a bargain. From Ocean front to Bay, and

all between, you can be suited with fine corners or central building lots. A few cottages, new and well built, now offered at cost.

Write for information of the Lot Club. Headquarters for every house-hunter and investor, Fisher's Real Estate Office, the most prominent corner in Ocean City.

Insurances placed on most advantageous terms in best companies.

For any information on any subject connected with any business enterprise write freely to

Robert Fisher, Ocean City, N. J.

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THE WAY OF THE WORLD. The whole world loves the modest man

Whether he be great or small,

But yields up its plucks in great big chunks To the man with a surplus of gall. The whole world loves the quiet man, Who's as silent all day as the owls, But it's needless to mention that it gives its attention

To the fellow who gets up and howls.

The whole world loves a peaceful man,

Who sees no occasion to bicker, But the full right of way, you'll permit me to say, It gives to the strenuous kicker.

--Indianapolis Journal. MASTER'S MONEY. Now set still, chillen, an don't make a

fuss, an I'll throw my head togedder an

tell yer 'bout yer gran'pa hidin his money an watches and juelry duren de wah, when de Federuls 'stroyed Atlanty. Ole marster libbed in Georgy, erbout five miles from Atlanty, on de Chattahoochee ribber. I jess wish you could see dat plantation! Yer gran'pa Hooper wan't no po' white trash, wid tree or four n*ggers an a few bobtailed ponies. No, sah!

he had so many n*****s he didn't know

some ob 'em when he met 'em in de road. I nebber see sich places as his here in Alabamy. Sich a big house, wid up sta'rs, an chimbleys built out of de puttiest white rock, an a hall big enuff to drive de kerridge in, an de honeysucks an jessymen an oleyanders growed wild eberywhere. And den de biggest chessnut trees, an hoss apples, an danisano, an peaches yer ever saw growed on a little crick called Peachtree crick, an when de Linkum sojers was in Georgy dey fout a battle right on de banks of dat crick, an we n*****s all run an hid behind de haystacks.

My olest boy Chat's named arter de

Chattahoochee ribber. What dat yer say?

Soun's lak somebody a-sneezin a long

sneeze? Well, I 'clar' it do. Housemeber, it's a pretty name, I think. You chillens goes ter skule, ken yer tell me what dat name means? Yer cain't!

Well, who gib it dat name? Ogleforpe!

Eleggsander H. Stevens? Fore gracious!

You's de ignoruntest chillen! Why, de

Injuns named it, an I uster know what

it stood fer, but I disrememburs now. Yer axe yer ma tonight; she's borned down dar; I bet she know. Yer gran'pa

jess had two chillens--yer ma an pore Marse Willum Henry, who was killed at Gettysburg. He was a fine lookin young

man; dem Hoopers--Georgy Hoopers, I mean--was all pow'ful fine lookin folks.

Yer Uncle Will was eddycated in Mas-

sychusetts. I 'members well de fast time he kem home from skule up dar. He brung his "chum," as he call him, back to Georgy to spend de vakations wid him. Marse Tom Curtis was a tall, proper lookin young man, an ole marster an Miss Sally lack him pow'ful well den. "Why, that's papa's name; was it him, Uncle Pete?" Now, if yer all 'rupts me enymore I'll jess shet my mouf right up; in coase it was yer pa, but he wan't yer pa den. Marse Tom an Miss V'leria tuck ter each odder right away, an he look at Miss V'leria lack she good enuff ter eat. Dey staid home till about cotton pickin time, an den dey hab ter go back to Massychusetts. 'Fore Marse Tom goes he gib Miss V'leria a ring, what he said been in his fambly yeers out o' mine; say it crosst de ocean on a Mayflower. I thought it was onery lookin, but Miss V'leria nebber tuck dat ring off no more till she see Marse Tom, 'cause he put it on wid a wish. Dey went off ter skule agen, an ole marster he kept makin more cotton an buyin more n*****s till he was de richest man eround Atlanty. De las' year Marse Will Hooper was at skule ole marster 'gun to look mighty 'sturbed an serus. I think mebbe Marse Will done tuck ter drinken or gamblen, but my gal

Phyllis, what waits on de table, she say dat ole marster said dar was gwine ter write for Marse Will ter come home.

Den one mawnin he tell ole miss dat

Souf Callina dun pulled loose from de

odder states, an 'fore long anudder an den anudder state, an one day he say ole Georgy show her grit an pull loose too. Den we heerd dey had been a fightin at Fort Sumter, an den de wah gun sho' enuff. Marse Will he come home an went to Richmun ter jine de sojers.

Miss V'leria an ole miss went ter Rich-

mun ter see de las' of him, an 'twas de las' shore enuff! Miss V'leria she give

'em a big flag an made a speech. I disremembus now de mos' she said, but I hurd he say dat man was cowyerd dat

wouldn't dare to fight for sich a lan. She cry, an some of de sojers cry, too,

but Marse Will so proud he could scarcely see. Dey marched off, playin "Dixie's Lan" an "De Gal I Lef Behin Me."

Marse Will tol Miss V'leria dat Marse Tom Curtis done jined de Linkum men, an dey wan't frien's no more, an ole marster say he nebber want ter see him agen, an dat Miss V'leria shant write to him, but she wore dat ring, of ol marster did scotch eroun. Well, de wah went on, and de gol an silver money got sca'ce, an we didn't hab no sugar nor caufee nor 'bakkner, 'cept homemade, nor store close. Even Miss V'leria, she wear homespun dress like de darkies. We hardly ebber heerd from Marse Will, an ole marster he git jess as gray an stoop shouldered. He say he nebber 'spect ter see Marse Will agen. Bimeby we heerd Genul Sherman was jess a-makin for Atlanty, burnin bridges an 'stroyin railroads all along. Some our lowes' down n*****s said dey was gwine ter run away an jine de army when dey got ter Atlanty. When de Linkum men did git dar, dey 'stroyed things auful. It was a mighty purty town when dey marched in, but it look lack a yearthquake struck it 'fore dey lef'. Ole marster knowked dey was comin out to his plantation, an so he 'cluded to bury all his money an watches an jewelry, where dey couldn't find 'em. So he put all ob de silver spoons an sech like wid de money an watches in a tin box an put dat in a 'bakker box, an one night jess afore day he slipped down to de spring an dug a hole at de root of a ole chessnut tree dat leant right ober de spring, an he berried it in de hole an kivered it wid rocks an throwed water all over ter hide de fresh dirt. Ole marster didn't even tell ole miss whar he gwine to berry it. Den he went ter de house an tole Miss

Sallie dey was safe fer a livin if de n*ggers was sot free. Pore ole marster thought nobody didn't see him dat night; but, chillen, dar was an ole Jezebel of a n****r 'oman down at de spring. She was runnin erway ter

Atlanty, an when she heer somebody

comin she hide an watch an see ole marster hidin sumfen, an when he go home she goes to de tree and digs down an fin's de box an think it wer 'bakker dat he hid dar. She was in sich a hurry ter get off she jess kivered up de box lack it was an went on ter Atlanty. Nexday erbout eleben o'clock we see a big cloud o' dust an heer horses stampin an men hollerin, an we knowed de Linkum men wuz a-comin. Ole marster an Miss Sallie look pow'ful 'sturbed an uneasy. Here dey come froo de big gate, horses an all, trampin ober de purty flower beds an breakin up de conkshells erlong de front walk, an gets off dere hosses an comes right in de nice wax hall wid dere muddy boots an didn't eben take off dere hats ter ole miss. What you say, chile? Was yer pa wid 'em? No, honey, your pa's a nice man. Dem men was de shabbiest lookin fellers, not a ossifer 'mungst 'em--jess strag-

glers, ole marster said, dat follered de

ahmy ter steal. Dare was mighty fine

men 'mungst de sojers at Atlanty, an Miss V'leria was dar when the sojers marched in Atlanty, an she say dere was lots of nice men wid 'em. Dese men kilt ole Nero, Miss V'leria's pet dog 'cause he barked at 'em, an den went froo de house an tuck all de blankets, an bruck de peanner an de big speer glass to de parler, an rip de fedder beds and shake 'em out de winders, an kill de tuckeys an hawgs, an 'stroyed de corn, an drink up de cider, and den tell Maum Phebey ter cook dinner fer 'em. After dey eat dinner one sojer ast ole marster "if he had enny store 'bakker." He say, "no; he not saw enny store 'bakker fer ebber so long." Now, dat ole

Jezebel what watched him dat night had follered de sojers out to de plantation,

an she heerd ole marster say he didn't had no 'bakker, an she say, "yes he hab got 'bakker; he's got a whole box berried

at de spring." Ole marster turn white as a sheet when he see her gwine ter de

spring an de sojers wid her. Bimeby,

sech hollerin an shoutin down at de

spring I nebber heer! We know dey'd foun it, an pore old marster nebber seed day money agen. 'Twan't long after dat we heerd pore Marse Will got kilt at

Gettysburg. Ole marse kept gettin punier

an actin strange, tell he jess lost his mind, an go erbout pokin in de leaves wid his cane, lack he hunten fer somethin, an he tell Miss Sallie de sojers didn't get de money; dat he got it hid sumwhar, but he can't tink whar it is. After de wah was ober, who should come ridin up but Marse Tom Curtis! Ole marster done fergit erbout he fit on de odder side, an he ax him whar he left

Marse Will? Miss V'leria cry, an Marse Tom cry, an she ax him how he could

fou't agen her folks, an he said dat honor made him do it. Den he see his ring on her finger, an he ax her can she lub him yet, an say ef she'll marry him dat he'll be ole marster's son, 'stead of Marse Will. Ole marster died jess afore dey

was married, an ole miss soon followed him, an den I come out to Alabamy ter end my few days wid yer ma an pa.--Courier Journal.

One Woman's Bonnet. "What is the price of that bonnet?"

inquired a well dressed woman in a

Portland millinery store the other day.

"Where did you get that hat you have

on?" asked the ladylike clerk blandly.

"I bought it in Boston," said the wo-

man.

"You did not. You stole it from this

store a year ago. Its price was $5, and

you can pay for it now before you leave this store," said the clerk.

The woman made a show of indigna-

tion and denied that she had stolen the

hat. But the clerk persisted, and finally

the woman paid.--Portland Press.

The Origin of a Coat. The origin of the "Spencer" coat is curious. Mr. Spencer, an Englishman

particular in his dress, once remarked

in company that no fashion was so ridiculous but would be adopted if worn by a person of sufficient importance. This was dissented from, whereupon Mr.

Spencer offered to bet that if he cut

off the skirts of his coat and walked out with merely the body and sleeves he would be imitated. The bet was accepted, the coat prepared and took the fancy of a well known tailor. The "Spencer" soon after came into general use.--London Tit-Bits. Professor Virchow's Cats. Professor Virchow, the great pathologist, keeps alive for experiments about 20 generations of cats, from whom he is trying to evolve by breeding a race of bobtailed felines. Several times his tailless cats have given birth to tailless cats, but this has never occurred regularly.--San Francisco Argonaut. ODDS AND ENDS. Gum camphor keeps off moths. Amusement to children is like rain to flowers. Wholesome recreation conquers evil thoughts.

If you are getting weakkneed, take a look at Elijah.

The coming man will fly when the coming broom is after him. Fortune does not change men; it only unmasks them.--Riccoboni.

Most people are willing to do away with vices--of other people. The first silver coin was made by Phidon, king of Argos, 869 B. C. In 1800 Volta made the first voltaic pile of disks of zinc and silver. You always lose your bathing shoe just before you tread on the clamshell. If all our wishes could be gratified, every beggar would be a pasha. In the British kingdom some 80 square miles of land are devoted to burial purposes. There are times when one feels that inventors, like immigrants, should be restricted. If Spencer were the prince of poets in his own age, Shakespeare was the prince of poets of all time. A grumbler who has lived to be 98 years old has decided that it's hardly worth while at all. Moliere was the son of an upholsterer, who tried in vain to teach him the rudiments of the business. In Germany married men wear wedding rings, a custom which many writers have advocated in this country. Persons who suffer from gout or rheumatism seem most liable to bad effects from eating lobsters or crabs. People of sense manage to dress with-

out going to extremes in either direc-

tion of too little or too much black. THE GIRL OF THE PERIOD.

She Has Fortitude Unbounded, Yet Now Inclines to Pensive Ways. There seems to be a mode in maladies as well as in mantles, styles in suffering as novelties in dress. Just at the present time it isn't fashionable to have any physical ailment unless it is something vague

and peculiar under the general name of

"nerves," and the odd thing about it is

only the more robust and vigorous wom-

en, so far as looks are an indication of virility, that have this nervous prostration perpetually on hand. If a woman looks pale and delicate, she never will admit that she is not strong. The fin de siecle girl glories in bearing physical pain without a complaint. She will seat herself in the dentist's or oculist's chair as unconcernedly as if posing for the photographer and submit to the most painful operations without a groan; in fact, assuring the operator "that it

really was less painful than she expect-

ed." A car driver would cry like a baby if subjected to half as much suffering. But we are returning to the days of sloping shoulders, of parted pensive tresses, of fullness and frivolity in dress. The up to date girl is sweetly submissive, not smart and self reliant. She wears flowers in her hair and occasionally even ventures in what the girl in the old novels is always doing, putting a rose in her bosom, your rose that you have given her. And she does it with such a shy and modest little blush. Now the question is, Will the "vapors" and "swoons" and "sobbings" of that period come in again? The Amelias and Delias and Carolines of that day were always in a dead faint over something. They fainted for joy and fainted for sorrow. A girl of that time swooned off when her lover proposed, and when she came to she was always lying in his arms, and of course it was all over and no use trying to tell a fellow about being a sister to him after that. There was another feature about this swooning fit of the old time heroine, and that was that her dearest friend was always within call with the scissors to cut her corset laces. How is any one in this time of hidden hooks ever to loosen a bodice before the heroine passes over the border line in her faint? It will be rather

difficult for the modern girl, who has

trained herself to smile when her heart breaks, to die rather thna reveal her heart, to conceal her joy and preserve her serenity alike through death or divorce, to

learn this graceful art of collapsing at just the proper time to bring a wary suitor to his knees. There's something dangerous to a chivalrous man's theories against marriage to find himself suddenly with his arms full of limp, sighing, pale faced girl-

hood. He is more apt to call her pretty

names than he would if she stood radiand and defiant before him, apparently

ready to laugh at his endearments.--New York Sun. Undemocratic France. As a matter of fact Frenchmen are about the least democratic people in the world in their social longings and ideals. France is politically a republic, but socially it keeps up most of the characteristics of an aristocracy. The difference

between her and America in this respect

is prodigious. In the United States it is impossible to find a man with a decora-

tion; in France it is difficult to find anybody without one. In spite of the revolution titles are still maintained, and the highest ambition of every bourgeois would be satisfied if he could marry his daughter to a nobleman. The insatiable thirst to put on a uniform of some kind, no matter what, has often been used as a reproach against our Gallic friends.--London Telegraph.