VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JUNE 29, 1893.

NO. 13.

Ocean City Sentinel.

PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT

OCEAN CITY, N. J.,

BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor.

$1.00 per year, strictly in of ince. $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 Entertainments 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, Gravelling 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, Druggists, Etc.

HOWARD REED, Ph. G., M. D.

Physician and Surgeon,

EMMETT HOUSE,

Cor. 5th Street and Central Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

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.

J. HOWARD WILLETS, M. D.,

Cor. 7th and Central,

Office hours: 8 to 10 4 to 6 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. 703 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, specifications 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 of 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.

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., fur-

nished at short notice. Country or City Resi-

dences 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 street railroad; 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 before 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 all its history and identified 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 extensive and influential connections, he has superior advan-

tages 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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IT'S VERA WEEL.

It's vera weel, throughout the day, When ta'en up wi' work or play, To think a man can live always

Wi'oot a wifey.

But it's anither thing at night,

To sit alone by can'le light, Or gang till rest when sharp winds bite,

Wi'oot a wifey.

It's vera weel when ciacs are new, To think they'll always last just so, And look as well as they do noo,

Wi'oot a wifey.

But when the holes begin to show,

The stitches rip, the buttons go,

What in the warl's a mon to do Wi'oot a wifey? It's vera weel when skies are clear, When frien's are true and lassies dear, To think ye'll gang through life, nae fear, Wi'oot a wifey. But clouds will come the skies athwart: Lassies will marry; frien's maun part. What then can cheer your saddened heart? A dear wee wifey. It's vera weel when young and hale, But when ye're auld and crazed and frail, And your blythe spirits 'gin to fail, Ye'll want a wifey. But mayhap then the lassies dear Will treat your offers wi' a sneer Because ye're cranky, gray and sere--Ye'll get nae wifey. Then haste ye, haste, ye silly loon, Rise up and seek aboot the toon the n.-aman and giving him a few more And get heaven's greatest earthly boon, A wee bit wifey. --Wallace Dunbar in Amusing Journal. THE SEVEN BELLS. "Every now and then in overhauling literature I see where the old gophers are still letting off loud howls which make me weary." It was Mr. Tokens, the marine, who thus complained of the gophers and their conduct in literature as he stowed his timber leg under the mess table and brought his hairy fist down on the same with a thump that made the dishes dance. The old gentleman looked weary, a condition the skipper remarked and which cause Mr. Skate, A. B., to wish he were only half as tired. The Seven Bells club was in executive session in the cabin of the Anchor chophouse, with Mr. Tokens in the chair. He had evidently been reading something which did not agree with him. It was seldom anything did meet his views, unless it were an invitation to drink, and then he only consented with apparent reluctance. No one, not even the inquisitive lubber, Willie Bloke, ventured a query re-

garding the old gophers until after the

skipper had ordered a bottle of red wine with which to raft the rib steaks home. Then the recognized head of the organization addressed Mr. Tokens: "So the gophers are at it again?" he hazarded, though he had not the remotest idea of what the marine was driving at. "They are always at it, howling through the long and the dog watches and making all hands sick. If they didn't have the boots or the bug juice, why didn't they give an order on the

nearest shore and let us have peace?"

As Mr. Tokens delivered himself of this remarkable statement the club exchanged uneasy glances, and Willie Bloke grew pale. "Give him some seltzer or something," he whispered to the skipper. "May I ask you, sir, what kind of literature you have been overhauling?" the skipper gently inquired, paying no heed to the lubber's agitation. "The early logs of different states--history, I believe they call it, which is full of old gophers who could have bought the lot where the courthouse now stands for a pair of boots, or got a quit claim deed to the after end of Kansas for a pint of whisky. But they didn't have the boots or the liquor, so they keep on howling." "He's all right," whispered the skipper, greatly relieved. "I've heard these howls myself." "They are driving express wagons now or loafing around in groceries," Mr. Tokens went on, "blowing their lungs out telling how rich they would be if things

had been different. That's what makes

me weary. It isn't the chances a man has in life, but the way he hooks on and uses his head and steering gear. You never heard me growling about the hard

luck that left me stranded in my old age." "Have you had some narrow escapes?" asked the lubber. "Escapes from what?" "Being wealthy." "Well, I should say I have. Boots, moldy blankets and beverages are nowhere, but it wasn't my fault. A lunk headed, chuckle brained, tar tainted, ignorant seaman blasted my hopes in life." And Mr. Tokens broke forth into a torrent of picturesque blasphemy that would have exhausted a pirate's repertory. "These here remarks about ignorant able seamen is a swipe at me, I take it," said Mr. Skate, rising and waving his fists in the air. "Don't get choppy," cautioned the

skipper as he dragged Mr. Skate back into his chair. "Let the man spin. You ain't the only able seaman alive." Apologies followed, and then the marine squared away on the course suggested by the old gophers in literature. "A shipwreck that left me to starve on a desert island would have made my pile, but for this bull headed able seaman. He's dead now and out of the way, but my sailing days are over since I got this leg." Here Mr. Tokens pounded the leg on the floor and did a little more ornamental swearing. "We were bound from Liverpool to Australia with general cargo when an equinoxial gale ripped the canvas off us and drove the ship ashore. The ship grounded in the night on Sydney island in the South sea, one of the Phoenix group, located in longitude 171 degrees 22 minutes west, latitude 25 degrees south, and all hands perished but me and one able seaman. When daylight came, we found ourselves on a desolate lagoon island lying low on the horizon and leagues away from the track of navigation. The hull of the vessel, which was an iron one, was piled up on the beach with bales, barrels and boxes of cargo that came ashore with the wreck. "There was plenty to eat and drink, but the seaman wanted to lay right down and die. I kicked him a couple of times, but he still wanted to die, so I set off to explore the island. The ship's boats were all gone, and I knew we were doomed so far as rescue was concerned, but I never let on to the seaman. It

didn't take me long to make the circuit of the island, and I found something that gave me an idea, and a good one too."

At this point Mr. Tokens was again overcome. He smote himself on the brow and cursed the memory of the able seaman who had blighted his life. A drink, however, restored him, and he started in again. "Where was I at?" he asked. "You had just made a discovery," replied the club, deeply interested. "About 100 yards from the wreck and close to the beach I stumbled on to a sperm whale aground on his stomach in a dry gully with his head out to sea. He was partly buried in the sand washed up by the gale." "Was the whale dead?" Willie Bloke inquired. "Of course he was. Do you suppose he would be cruising inland if he wasn't? He had a harpoon in his ribs, which I reckon killed him before the storm threw him up on the island. Going back to the seaman and giving him a few more kicks--rapid ones they were--I told him he were saved. "'How so?' he says. "'Ask no questions,' said I, 'but turn to and help.' He braced up, and we unshipped the main topgallan yard from the wreck. This was a hollow iron spar about 40 feet long with a wooden plug in each end. We pulled the plug out and then went to overhauling the cargo. Luck was with me, and I soon found

what I wanted. This was a lot of bales of loose cotton packing in long strands

the size of a man's thumb. We stretched this out in the sun, and when it got dry me and the able seaman plaited a long wick to fit the iron spar. Then we rove it through, with about 10 fathoms to spare, and planted the spar in the whale's blowhole, with the extra wick floating around in the spermaceti inside of his head. I reckon the whale had about 20 barrels of fine oil in his brain locker. We guyed the spar with small wire cables, and then I made the seaman shin up and touch her off." "Did it burn?" the skipper gravely inquired. "You have seen a tar barrel afire, I reckon. Well, that is a tallow dip compared to my lighthouse. She loomed up like a torchlight procession on end. The able seaman said I should have been an admiral and wanted to kiss my hand, but I set him to work with a shovel burying the whale. It was hot weather, and I wanted to keep the oil cool. By working all night we got the whale under cover, caving in the soft sides of the gully and then banked the base of the spar with rocks. "In the morning I concluded to douse the lamp because it was a big waste of oil and did no good in daylight. So I sent the seaman aloft with a tin pail to snuff the wick, but the blooming spar was so hot he couldn't get more than half way up. There was nothing to do but loaf around and let her burn. "For nearly three weeks she blazed, lighting up the sea for miles around. The light attracted birds of all kinds, but no ships. It kept us busy daytimes dragging away the fowls that flew into the flame at night, and the smell of burning fathers nearly drove us off the island anyhow. At last a trading schooner raised our beacon light, but in, and we were saved. The captain was struck with my lighthouse and wanted to know how I kept her going. "Oh, that's an oil well we discovered, I said, giving the able seaman a kick. "So," said the captain, "and who owns the island?" "We do," I said, and so did the able seaman before I could kick him again. "Do you want to sell out?" he asked. "To be sure, if you've got the figure," I said. "How much?" "Forty thousand dollars in cash money." "Done," said the captain. "Come aboard the schooner and get the money." Once more Mr. Tokens filled up and was about to founder, but the skipper

rescued him with a pull at the bottle. Then he fetched a sigh that sounded like the wind whistling through a cemetery as the wreck of ruined hopes floated out of the past. "Dad bing his onery picture, but that able seaman was low and ignorant! He wasn't rigged for business, but got frothy all at once and said he wanted a plug of eating tobacco to boot on the $40,000 before he left the island. You see, he thought he was smart like me and wanted to sail a sharp bargain, but the captain was pretty close hauled on a deal himself. I kicked the seaman some more and promised him two plugs when we got to San Francisco, but he said he was no flying fish, and that wealth would make me proud and haughty. "We backed and filled for two days with the deal hove to. Then the captain was about to split the different with half a plug when the whale went dry, the wick fell in, and I was left on my beam ends. Holy smoke, but that

captain got mad! He threatened to leave us on the island, but the idiot sea-

man begged so hard the old man calmed down again and allowed us to work our passage home. But we might have owned the schooner."

At this point in his narrative Mr. Tokens lurched heavily, his sail came down with a run, and he threatened to roll his spar deck under. But the skipper and Mr. Skate took charge of the derelict and made a rough passage home in a water front hack.--Charles Dryden in San Francisco Examiner. Thought the Court Was Crazy. My faith in the value of evidence of identity, and of police identification in general, was rudely shaken not long since when another man was arrested in this state for me and convicted on what appeared to be the most convincing evidence. It was in one of the towns where there is in force an unconstitutional ordinance prohibiting any nonresident from selling goods or soliciting orders without first taking out a license, and I was arrested for ignoring this enactment. I had in my pocket the card of a brother traveler whom I had met that morning for the first time, and by the purest accident I gave this to the constable in mistake for one of my own. I discovered the error directly and tried to recall the card, but the constable thought he saw an attempt to evade justice and ridiculed my explanation. I deposited $10 in lieu of bail and went on with my business. A notification was sent to the hotel to the man whose card I had given telling him to appear before the police judge at 3 o'clock. He appeared in due course, and on the sworn testimony of the constable and his assistant, both of whom unblushingly identi-

fied him, he was fined $5 and $4.35 costs, in spite of his indignant protest. Sev-

enty-five cents in change was handed him, and he left the court under the con-

clusion that every one connected with it was crazy. He found out the mistake in the evening, but very naturally insist-

ed on retaining the change as some slight compensation for the trouble to which he had been but.--Nebraska Cor. St. Louis Globe-Democrat.

A Woman Who Knows Not What Fear Is. A Uniontown correspondent sends a bit of the history of Mrs. Taylor Oliver, which shows that the pluck exhibited by that fearless woman during the murderous attack upon herself, her husband and her daughter has been characteristic of her during life. The story is as follows: Many years ago Mr. Daniels, the father of Mrs. Oliver, was what was known at that time as a slave driver. During that time he incurred, of course, the hatred of the negro race. After freedom, and when Daniels was living with his family in Jefferson county, a band of negroes determined secretly to murder him and his entire family. A night was selected and a party visited his house in the dead of night and made an attack.

Daniels defended himself as best he could, and Mrs. Oliver, then 17 years of age, shouldered a gun and took a posi-

tion by the side of her father. In the melee there was a great loss of life, and when the smoke of battle had passed away seven dead negroes summed up the loss on the attacking side, and none of the Danielses was injured. Mrs. Oliver, it is said, did the best shooting, and her shots were more effective than those of her father. She does not know what fear is, and she has proved in her recent and most trying ordeal.--Henderson Gleaner. Their Great Matrimonial Score.

Lysander Morse and Phoebe Macomber were married 65 years ago. It was a love match that won the envy of all their neighbors by its promises of happiness. The couple lived together for only a year, when in a violent quarrel over some trivial incident they separated and were finally divorced. Morse prompt-

ly married again from a spirit of pique, and his erstwhile bride was not far behind him in resuming the wedded state. Neither found any peace or happiness, and it soon seemed to be a race between them as to who could make the most unforunate alliances. Morse succeeded in contracting four marriages, but his rival won the hearts of six different men, whose names she bore in turn. These facts did not come out until they met for the first time since their separation recently in Allegan county. As they rehearsed their various experiences it appeared that each was single again, and they decided to try a second marriage. A few days after this marriage they disagreed and came to blows, which produced a final separation.--Decatur (Mich.) Cor. Chicago Tribune.

Alcohol as a Pick Me Up. When you are traveling, alcohol is invaluable. After a long, dusty journey there is nothing more refreshing than the odor of rose scented alcohol, and application of the saturated flannel to the face will rub out the tired wrinkles as well as the accumulated dust and per-

spiration and leave your face fresh and spotlessly clean. After a tiresome shopping expedition it is the best thing imaginable to bring up your color and your spirits for lunch and the matinee. In fact, it is just one of those never failing helps that a woman always likes to have at hand, and if once you learn its value you will feel that it is a necessary adjunct to your toilet table and handbag.--New York Commercial Advertiser.