VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JANUARY 11, 1893.

NO. 41.

Ocean City Sentinel.

PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J.,

BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor.

$1.00 per year, strictly in advance. $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. Wedding and Evening Entertainments a specialty.

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

H. M. Sciple. J. M. Gillespie. H. P. Sayford. H. M. SCIPLE & CO., DEALERS IN Boilers and Engines, Every Size for Every Duty, DUPLEX STEAM PUMPS, Third and Arch Sts., PHILADELPHIA, PA.

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.

WM. E. KERN. Civil Engineer AND Surveyor, Steelmanville, N. J.

Special attention given to complicated surveys.

OWEN H. KUDER, 408 Seventh Street, (near Asbury Avenue) BOOT and SHOE MAKER REPAIRING NEATLY DONE.

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.

Physicians, Druggists, Etc.

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, 3646 North Broad Street, PHILADELPHIA, PA.

Will practice at Ocean City during the months of June, July and August.

DR. WALTER L. YERKES, DENTIST, Tuckahoe, N. J.

DR. CHAS. E. EDWARDS, DENTIST, Room 12. Haseltine Building. Take Elevator. 1416 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Pa. 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.)

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.

Contractors and Builders.

S. B. SAMPSON, Contractor and Builder No. 302 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.

Samuel Schurch, PRACTICAL BUILDER, MAY BE FOUND AT Bellevue Cafe, On beach bet. Seventh and Eighth Sts. GEO. A. BOURGEOIS & SON, Carpenters and Builders, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Buildings erected by contract or day.

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 receive 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 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 street rail-

road; electric lights; 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, intimately 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 advantages in bringing those who have properties to rent and those who require them together, and at present has some of the finest cottagers 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. Occa-

sionally 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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PARENTAL ADVICE. Foellin streakid, ain't ye, Johnny?

Wall, this is the way I view it, That the gals would like to love ye,

But you've got to make 'em do it.

Don't go browsin at a distance

In some pastur' way off yonder,

Don't believe what idiots tell ye--

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

Step up to 'em, Johnny, smarter; Sorry Kate give you the mitten; She'd said, "Yes," as sure as gospel If you hadn't been such a kitten. You will learn to view this matter Bimeby jest the way I view it, That the gals would like to love ye, But you've got to make 'em do it.

Everybody's bound to have 'em

All, at any rate, but few are; An w'en I was young an lively I was taken jest as you are. An I went an popped it to her Skeered completely out of natur', Tremblin like a frightened rabbit, Blushin like a red termater.

After she had told me "No, sir," I was jest about as you be,

Goin round limp an kinder dumpish, Feelin like a blasted booby.

But I fin'ly spunked up courage Like a man to go an win her, An she's been a blessin to me;

I can't say a word agin her!

"Did I get her?" Now you're crazy;

Do you s'pose I'd get another

W'en I loved the gal like I did? Go an ask her, she's yer mother. Since that time I tell the youngsters

Jest the way I allus view it,

That the gals would like to love 'em, But they've got to make 'em do it.

--Sam Walter Foss in Yankee Blade.

A HOMELY HERO.

"Poor Abe Dodge!"

That's what they called him, though he wasn't any poorer than other folks--not so poor as some. How could he be poor, work as he did and steady as he was? Worth a whole grist of such bait as his brother, Ephe Dodge, and yet

they never called Ephe poor--whatever worse name they might call him. When Ephe was off at a show in the village,

Abe was following the plow, driving a straight furrow, though you wouldn't

have thought it to see the way his nose pointed. In the winter, when Ephe was taking the girls to singing school or spelling bee or some other foolishness--out till after 9 o'clock at night, like as not--Abe was hanging over the fire holding a book so the light would shine first on one page and then on the other, and he turning his head as he turned the book and reading it first with one eye and then with the other.

There, the murder's out. Abe couldn't read with both eyes at once. If Abe

looked straight ahead, he couldn't see the furrow nor anything else for that matter. His best friend couldn't say but

what Abe Dodge was the crosseyedest cuss that ever was. Why, if you wanted

to see Abe you'd stand in front of him, but if you wanted Abe to see you you'd

got to stand behind him or pretty near it. Homely! Well, if you mean downright "humbly," that's what he was. When one eye was in use the other was out of

sight, all except the white of it. Humbly ain't no name for it. The girls used to say he had to wake up in the night to rest his face, it was so humbly. In school you'd ought to have seen him look down at his copybook. He had to cant his head clear over and cock up his chin till it

pointed out of the winder and down the road. You'd really ought to have seen

him; you'd have died. Head of the class, too, right along; just as near to the head as Eph was to the foot, and that's sayin a good deal. But to see him at his desk!

He looked for all the world like a week old chicken peekin at a tumblebug! And

him a grown man, too, for he staid to school winters so long as there was any-

thing more the teacher could teach him.

You see there wasn't anything to draw him away; no girl wouldn't look at him.

Lucky, too, seein the way he looked.

Well, one term there was a new teacher come--regular high up girl,

down from Chicago. As bad luck would have it Abe wasn't at school the first week--hadn't got through his fall work.

So she got to know all the scholars, and they was awful tickled with her--every-body always was that knowed her. The first day she come in and saw Abe at his desk she thought he was squintin for fun, and she upped and laughed right out. Some of the scholars laughed, too, at first, but most of 'em, to do 'em justice, was a leetle took back, young as they was, and cruel by nature. (Young folks is most usually always cruel--don't seem to know no better). Well, right in the middle of the hush Abe gathered up his books and upped and walked outdoors, lookin right ahead of him and consequently seeing the handsome young teacher unbeknown to her.

She was the worst cut up you ever did see, but what could she do or say? Go and tell him she thought he was makin up a face for fun? The girls do say that come noon spell, when she found out about it, she cried--just fairly cried. Then she tried to be awful nice to Abe's ornery brother Ephe, and Ephe he was tickled most to death, but that didn't do Abe any good--Ephe was jest ornery enough to take care that Abe shouldn't get any comfort out of it. They do say she sent messages to Abe, and Ephe never delivered them or else twisted 'em so as to make things worse and worse. Mebbe so, mebbe not--Ephe was ornery enough for it.

'Course the schoolmarm she was boardin round, and pretty soon it come time to go to ole man Dodge's, and she went; but no Abe could she ever see.

He kept away, and as to meals he never set by, but took a bite off by himsel' when he could get a chance. ('Course his mother favored him, being he was so cussed unlucky.) Then when the folks was all to bed he'd come in and poke up the fire and peek into his book, but first one side and then the other, same as ever.

Now, what does schoolma'am do but come down one night when she thought he was abed and asleep and catch him

unawares. Abe knowed it was her quick as he heard the rustle of her dress, but there wasn't no help for it, so he just covered his crosseyes with his hands and she pitched in. What she said I

don't know, but Abe he never said a word, only told her he didn't blame her,

not a mite; he knew she couldn't help it no more than he could. Then she asked him to come back to school, and he answered to please excuse him. After a bit she asked him if he wouldn't come to oblige her, and he said he calculated he was obligin her more by stayin away. Well, come to that she didn't know what to say or do; womanlike she upped and cried, and then she said he hurt her feelings. And the upshot of it was he said he'd come, and they shook hands on it--Abe givin his other hand--of course.

Well, Abe kept his word and took up schoolin' as if nothing had happened,

and such schoolin as there was that winter! I don't believe any regular academy had more learnin and teachin that winter than that what that district school did. Seemed as if all the scholars had turned over a new leaf. Even wild, ornery, no account Ephe Dodge couldn't help but get ahead some--but then he was crazy to get the schoolma'am, and she never paid no attention to him, just went with Abe. Abe was teachin her mathematics, seeing that was the one thing where he knowed more than she did --outside of farmin. Folks used to say

that if Ephe had Abe's head or Abe had Ephe's face the schoolma'am would

have half of the Dodge farm whenever ol man Dodge got through with it, but neither of them did have what the other had, and so there it was you see.

Well, you've heard of Squire Caton of course. Judge Caton they call him since he got to be judge of the supreme court and chief justice at that. Well, he had a farm down there not far from Fox

river, and when he was there he was just a plain farmer like the rest of us, though up in Chicago he was a high up lawyer, leader of the bar. Now it so happened that a young doctor named Brainard, Daniel Brainard, had just come to Chicago and was startin in, and Squire Caton was helpin him; gave him desk room in his office and made him known to the folks--Kinzies and Butterfields and Ogdens and Hamiltons and Arnolds and all of those folks about all there was in Chicago in those days. Brainard had been to Paris--Paris, France, not Paris, Ills., you understand --and knew all the doctorin there was to know then.

Well, come spring, Squire Caton had Doc Brainard down to visit him, and they shot ducks and geese and prairie chickens, and some wild turkeys and deer too. Game was just swarmin at that time. All the while Caton was doin what law business there was to do, and Brainard thought he ought to be doin some doctorin to keep his hand in, so he asked Caton if there wasn't any cases he could take up--surgery cases especially he hankered after, seein he had more carving tools than you could shake a stick at. He asked him particularly if there wasn't anybody he could treat for "strabismus." The squire hadn't heard of anybody dying of that complaint, but when the doctor explained that strabismus was French for crosseyes he naturally thought of poor Abe Dodge, and the young lawyer was right up on his

ear. He smelled the battle afar off, and 'most before you could say Jack Robinson the squire and the doctor were on horseback and down to the Dodge farm, tool chest and all.

Well, it so happened that nobody was at home but Abe and Ephe, and it didn't take but few words before Abe was ready to set right down, then and there, and let anybody do anything he was a mind to with his misfortunate eyes. No, he wouldn't wait till the old folks come home. He didn't want to ask no advice. He wasn't afraid of pain nor of what anybody could do to his eyes--couldn't be made any worse than they were, whatever you did to 'em. Take 'em out and boil 'em and put 'em back if you had a mind to, only go to work. He knew he was of age and he guessed he was master of his own eyes--such as they were. Well, there wasn't nothing else to do but go ahead. The doctor opened up his killing tools and tried to keep Abe from seeing them; but Abe, he just come right over and peeked at 'em, handled 'em and called 'em "splendid," and so they were, barrin havin them used on your own flesh and blood and bones. Then they got some clothes and a basin and one thing another and set Abe right down in a chair. (No such thing as chloroform in those days, you'll remember.) And Squire Caton was to hold an instrument that spread the eyelid wide open, while Ephe was to hold Abe's head steady. First touch of the lancet and first spurt of blood, and what do you think? That ornery Ephe wilted and fell flat on the floor behind the chair! "Squire," said Brainard, "step around and hold his head." "I can hold my own head," says Abe as steady as you please. But Squire Caton he straddled over Ephe and held his head between his arms and the two handles of the eyespreader with his hand. It was all over in half a minute, and then Abe he leaned forward and shook the blood off his eyelashes and looked straight out of that eye for the first time since he was born. And the first words he said were: [CONTINUED.]

Meat Eating and Bad Temper.

In no country is home rendered so unhappy and life made so miserable by the ill temper of those who are obliged to live together as in England. If we compare domestic life and manners in England with those of other countries where meat does not form such an integral ar-

ticle of diet, a notable improvement will be remarked. In less meat eating France urbanity is the rule of the home. In fish and rice eating Japan harsh words are unknown, and an exquisite politeness to one another prevails even among the children who play together in the streets. In Japan I never heard rude, angry words spoken by any but Englishmen.

I am strongly of the opinion that the ill temper of the English is caused in a great measure by a too abundant meat dietary combined with a sedentary life.

The half oxidized products of albumen circulating in the blood produce both mental and moral disturbances. Brain workers should live sparingly if they would work well and live long. Their force is required for mental exertion and should not be expended on the task of digestion, for "they should remember that the digestion of heavy meals involves a great expenditure of nerve force." The healthful thing to do is to lead an active and unselfish life, on a moderate diet, sufficient to maintain strength and not increase the weight.--Er-

nest Hart in London Hospital.

Modern Athletes and Their Predecessors. In Outing S. Scoville writes concerning athletic records. He is no believer in the doctrine that in former times men were more powerful and active physically than they are at the present day. He considers that the best of the Greeks were probably a little superior to the athletes of today, but to the Greeks along does he award this praise. The remarkable records of feats of strength and endurance that are quoted as proof of the physical degeneracy of mankind he is inclined to treat with scant respect. Where reliable records have been preserved he shows that in all contests the athlete today is an abler man than his predecessors. The cause assigned is better hygienic conditions, a more intelligent system of training and a better knowledge of the laws of health. The author shows that in all running races, save the long distance races, and in walking contests the time is far better now than it was before and that the same superiority can be shown to exist in every branch of athletics in which it is possible to make comparisons. While admitting that more perfect tracks and appliances of all kinds are accountable for a part of the gain, Mr. Scoville is of the opinion that the modern athlete would have beaten his predecessor on his own grounds.

Strange Amusements. In 1654 the public punishment of criminals became a prominent feature of carnival. It was felt to be a serious check upon the gayety of the festival, but excused as an awful example for such as were inclined to profit by the general license for criminal behavior--rendered necessary now that precept had been found inadequate to cope with the disorders. Later on the chief and most celebrated criminals were specially reserved for carnival, on the first Saturday of which they were punished. Such as were guilty of disorderly conduct during carnival itself were usually flogged, and the necessary apparatus for this stood ready in several parts of the city. We are reminded of their existence today by the name Piazzetta della Corda, and they remained up permanently until destroyed by the people in 1798. Courtesans were also publicly chastised if caught masked or dressed as men in the Corso--the public executioner not being above seeking popularity by making victims of the most prominent. Thus in 1656 was publicly chastised Cecca-buffona, the favorite of Cardinal Antonio, nephew of Urban VIII.--Gen-tleman's Magazine.

The Testimony of a Friend. Attorney General Hendrick of Kentucky prides himself on the fact that he rose from a farm laborer to his present place of dignity and honor. He was telling some friends in Frankfort the other day of his early struggles and called a negro who was passing to attest the veracity of his statements. "Brother Bradley," said he, "is an old fashioned, blue gummed negro and a boyhood friend of mine, by whose side I have worked many a day in the cornfield. Wasn't I a good man in the cornfield, Brother Bradley?" "Oh, yes, sah," said the darkey, "you was a good man for a fact, but you suttinly

didn't work much."--San Francisco Argonaut.

Too Far Off. He had wandered about into dozens of stores hopelessly trying to match a piece of goods for his wife. At last he quit and leaned up against a post with the sample in his hand. "What's the matter?" asked a passing friend. "Sick?" "Yes. I guess I'll have to go to heav-

en," he replied, sticking the sample out aimlessly toward the inquirer. "What do you mean?"

"Well, they say matches are made in heaven, and I guess they're right. I'll swear they're not made anywhere around here."--Detroit Free Press.

A Ring on His Hands.

"Is Harkins worrying over the fact that Miss de Riche jilted him?" "No; but it annoys him exceedingly to think that the ring she gave back was purchased at her father's store and paid for, too, by Jove!"--Harper's Bazar.