VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MARCH 8, 1894.

NO. 49.

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.

Weddings 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.

WALLACE S. RISLEY, REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE AGENT,

413 MARKET ST., CAMDEN. Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage.

PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN COAL and WOOD, Ocean City, N. J.

Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention.

D. S. SAMPSON, DEALER IN Stoves, Heaters, Ranges, PUMPS, SINKS, &C., Cor. Fourth Street and West Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Tin roofer and sheet-iron worker. All kinds of Stove Casting furnished at short notice. Gasoline Stoves a specialty. All work guaranteed as represented.

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.

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, 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. 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.

GEO. A. BOURGEOIS & SON, Carpenters and Builders, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Buildings erected by con-

tract 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 sys-

tem; 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 ex-

tensive 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. Occa-

sionally even in such a prosperous 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.

THAT SATIN SLIPPER. Amid the confusion my mantel shelf bears Of trophies and trinkets a bachelor guards, Where foil crosses foil and a battered mask stares

From over the pipes and tobacco and cards, Just where the brush, and the crop, and the spurs Hang down from the picture of Venus, who sleeps (So dainty, she well might have owned it as hers),

The tip of a tiny white satin shoe peeps.

What bit of romance shall I weave you about it?

Of some Cinderella, with prince as my part, Or loss of a love with a woman to flout it, And only this left as the price of a heart?

Or tell you the truth, though it does not infold For me any romance of love or regret,

And say 'tis the slipper in which, I am told, My grandmother stepped off her first minuet.

--Vogue.

BOSCO'S BENEFIT. Of all the successful performers who stepped into the arena of Gallaxy's fa-

mous circus, none obtained such a de-

gree of popular approval as did Signor Alfredo Bosco and his 8-year-old son Al-

fonso. Whether it was due to the clev-

erness of their feats, the daring skill displayed in the execution of them, or to a general attractive demeanor, cer-

tain it is that from the day of their first appearance down to the end of the tour Signor Bosco and his son were received with a genuine enthusiasm such as to firmly establish them in the favor of the

audience. When, therefore, it became known that the last night of the season was to be devoted to the benefit of those popular performers, it was confidently predicted that the house would be a bumper.

The proprietor, deeming it advisable on such an occasion that some special novelty should be introduced into the programme, it was with no small de-

gree of interest that the populace that morning found the walls placarded with flaming posters, in the reddest of red

ink, announcing that on this the last night of the season at Gallaxy's royal circus and hippodrome, specially set

apart for the benefit of Signor Alfredo Bosco, that eminent and world renown-

ed performer would, for the first and only time, attempt a novel and dangerous feat--to wit, William Tell's historic

and never to be forgotten exploit of shooting an apple placed upon the head

of his own son, a pistol on this occasion being substituted for the obsolete bow and arrow.

In private life Signor Alfredo Bosco's name was plain Alfred Green, and he

was as little of Italian extraction as any one possessing the name Green could

well be. Distinguishing himself as a young man by marked and intrepid daring, he had found a field for his talents in the circus arena. Having married an opera singer, a son was born to him,

but the act cost the young mother her grief, to Alfredo's inexpressible grief.

The child soon became the father's idol, his whole existence becoming wrapped

up in that of the boy. It was for his sake that he worked doubly hard at his

profession, on his behalf that he denied himself most of the comforts of life,

and for his benefit, and in order that he might be ever near him, that he reared the lad in his own profession, never ac-

cepting an engagement unless the boy was included in it.

When, therefore, the proprietor of Gallaxy's suggested to him the per-

formance of the feat alluded to, it may naturally be supposed that so fond a father hesitated before committing himself to it, and when, under strong representations, he finally consented it

was with no little anxiety and concern.

Not that he mistrusted his own powers in the least. He was a sure shot. One of his staple performances in the ring was to shoot with a pistol, while galloping on horseback, at a number of glass balls thrown promiscuously into the air, an so accomplished was he at this feat that he seldom missed one, and never two, out of the number. Therefore it was not personal considerations that made him hesitate, but fear lest the lad by any untoward movement should jeopardize the action and endanger his own precious life. Nor was his anxiety decreased when, on the eventful day, he discovered that the boy was far from well.

"It is only a headache, father," the lad said, in response to his question-

ings. "I shall be better tonight!" And when night came the anxious father hung round the child's neck, secure from observation, a little medallion por-

trait of his mother, which he always wore when any feat of a specially dangerous nature was to be undertaken.

It soon became evident that expecta-

tions would be realized, and that the canvas of Gallaxy's monster tent would that night cover an audience out of all former precedent. Long before the doors

were opened the entrance was besieged by crowds eager to obtain the best seats, and an hour before the time of com-

mencement the place was filled to its utmost capacity. Well might all con-

cerned view the scene with satisfaction. The performance comprised all the feats that invariably find a place in the programme of a circus, the big event being reserved for the conclusion of the entertainment. Everything went off well, and the delighted audience applauded all that came before it, wisely determining not to miss the other good things in the menu for the sake of an especial dish. The graceful evolutions of the lady performers, the equestrian

feats of the gentlemen riders, the dar-

ing somersaults, the quibbles and quips of the funny clowns, all came in for their due share of praise. At length the piece de resistance was reached, and amid the enlivening strains of the band and the enthusiastic cheers of the audience Bosco came forward, leading by the hand his little son. As soon as the applause had subsided, the performer motioned the lad to his place.

An apple was then brought and ostentatiously placed, by an attendant, upon the child's head, and then, under the glare of a powerful light, the unusual

paleness of the boy's pretty face was plainly discernible--especially to the eager eyes of his anxious father. With an outward coolness, in strong contrast to the beatings of a tender heart within,

the performer loaded his pistol and raised it, amid the breathless excite-

ment of the expectant audience.

A pull of the trigger, a sharp click, and a murmur of disappointment told that the weapon had missed fire. Noth-

ing daunted, and still with an apparent perfect calmness, every movement be-

ing eaglery watched by the audience, Bosco reloaded the pistol and again raised it. There was a sharp click,

followed by a loud report and in an-

other second the child stepped forward, holding the shattered apple in his hands.

The suspended breath of the audience returned and broke out into a deafening shout.

"Bravo! bravo!" came from a thousand throats simultaneously, and a thousand pairs of hands met in approval. "Encore! Do it again!" rose above the din, and the idea catching hold developed into a loud roar. "Do it again!"

Bosco seemed pleased and pained at once. He hesitated.

"Do it again!" and the shout assumed a peremptory tone. Some one threw a

half crown into the ring; it was followed by another, and soon a shower of

silver lay at the performer's feet. How could he resist? He motioned to the boy, and a second apple was brought and placed in position. The lad's excessively pale face attracted general attention now, but a few sympathetic voices raised in protest were howled down by the impetuous demand, "Do it again!"

Bosco showed some traces of excitement as he reloaded his weapon, and the operation seemed to occupy a longer time. Could it be that his nerve was failing him, or was it the sight of the boy's face that filled him with dread? Again he raised the weapon amid increased excitement and fired. The shot was again true, and for the second time the lad brought forward the shattered apple. Amid the applause that followed, Bosco took the hand of his son and was about to retire when once more the unreasonable shout was raised: "Do it again! Do it a third time!" The performer declined.

The shouts grew louder and more de-

termined.

"Again! again!" resounded through the place, until it seemed that a mad infatuation had seized upon the people, and they were thirsting for a tragic end.

"Again! again!" rose the shout, each time uttered in a more angry tone. It was flung from gallery to pit; the

amphitheater caught it up and threw it back again, until the whole house rang with the tumultuous demand.

Still Bosco declined, until on a personal appeal from the proprietor, who feared the growing storm, he reluctantly yielded.

When it was seen that he had given way, a wild shout of triumph rent the air, almost inhuman in its ferocity. Is it thus that audiences play with their favorites? For the third time an apple was placed in position and the glaring light again thrown on. How terribly pale were those features now! Bosco's hand visibly trembled as he loaded the deadly weapon. The few tender hearts in that vast multitude sickened at the sight. Making a tremendous effort to recover his self possession, Bosco raised the weapon and took aim. There was again a sharp click, a loud report and the boy fell heavily to the ground. "My God, what have I done? What have I done?" exclaimed the performer in agony of grief and rushed from the ring. A few attendants lifted the lad's prostrate form and conveyed it to

an inner tent, while a murmur akin to remorse escaped the vast crowd.

A painful suspense followed, during which the band struck up a lively tune, but it sounded like a funeral march.

"The boy! the boy! what about the boy?" the audience shouted. They were human again now. At length the man-

ager appeared. He told them that the lad had been ill all day and had taken part in the performance at great risk.

The mental strain was too much for him, however, and as the last shot was fired his strength gave way, and he swooned. "But he is not hurt," the manager concluded, "and as soon as the fainting fit is over he shall be presented

to you. See, here he comes!" and as he spoke Bosco emerged from the tent, leading by the hand his little son, dis-

playing the remnants of the third apple.

Such a shout arose as has never since been heard under the canvas of Gallaxy's monster tent, and when Bosco raised the boy in his arms and kissed him affectionately on both cheeks the cries of "Bravo, Bosco!" could have been heard for miles around.

Alfredo Bosco has never told how that very fainting fit of Alfonso's saved the lad's life, for he, and he only, knew that his aim was defective, and that the shot struck the apple just as the swooning boy was falling to the ground.

William Tell's historic and never to be forgotten feat no longer forms an item in Signor Alfredo Bosco's extensive rep-ertory.--London Tit-Bits.

The Time of Convalescence.

Don't worry the sick ones in regard to what they wish to eat: Fix up something nice and tasty, serve it daintily and reap the reward that a capricious appetite will grant--the reward of seeing the eatables disappear merely because they were a pleasant and unexpected surprise. Next, do not allow every friendly neighbor to run in and sit for hours until the flushed cheeks and too brilliant eyes of the patient tell the story of an overdose of company.

Do not let your charge be too eager for recovery--far better a week or more of idleness than a precipitate activity that throws the invalid back once more upon the sick bed. Be cheerful always. Brighten up the room with gay flowers whose odor is not too heavy, but never permit them to remain in the sickroom over night. Keep your patient tidy and the bedclothes smooth and cool as possible. Speak in low tones, walk with soft tread and be ever watchful against the slightest indiscretion. To mothers this sort of nursing comes naturally, but there are some who must be told, as they err through lack of that gentle judgment that is the secret of sickroom victories. --Philadelphia Times.

The Crow as a Scavenger a Fraud.

A curious result of the religious riots in Bombay has been the exposure of the hollowness of the plea that has been put forth for the crow as a scavenger. Lazy governments in the east have been wont to excuse their sanitary shortcomings on the ground that "the crow, the parish

dog and the kite" may be relied upon to clear away the offal in the streets, but the smells of Constantinople and Smyrna have not been observed to be much the

less because the dogs eat of the offal thrown from the houses, nor has Jerusa-

lem or Cairo been found to be any sweeter from the presence of the mongrels who destroy the repose of visitors.

In like manner the Bombay crow has failed to justify his ancient reputation.

During the Bombay riots, when the operations of the city scavengers were

brought to a standstill, dead vermin and offal accumulated in extraordinary quan-

tities in the bazaars and slums of the native quarters till the city became a "paradise for the crows." But the Bombay crows entirely neglected this opportunity, and thus have come to be denounced

as "sham sanitarians."--London Telegraph.

Dainty Doggie.

A woman who was robed in a dress of stylish make, and who showed by her air that she was in the circle of the well to do, was accompanied by a little pug dog. The street was somewhat muddy from the water that had been lavishly sprinkled upon it by the city's watering

cart. Little puggy ran into the street, where he saw a nice bit of bone, and even his aristocratic breed and training could not restrain him from taking at

least a few licks of it. He was inclined to bring the choice tidbit to the pavement, but his mistress forbade this, so he dropped the tempting morsel and slunk on to the sidewalk again.

But in puggy's nibblings at the bone he had muddied his little flattened out nose. The woman scolded him as seriously as though he were a child. He acknowledged the justness of the reprimand by dropping his aristocratic head in a remorseful manner. His mistress thereupon patted his head, and taking a delicate lace edged handkerchief from her handbag, deliberately wiped dear, naughty little puggy's nose.--Boston Herald.

Florists' Decorations.

There has within the past year or so grown up a great rivalry between the florists of upper Broadway, and the public has been the gainer, inasmuch as the display made by the florists is far more attractive from the street than ever before. The shops have been beautified, their show windows enlarged and the utmost efforts put forth to make an effective display that will attract attention from the passerby. This is generally done by the artistic grouping of masses of superb flowers together against a background of greens or by providing something out of the common in contrast effects. One florist created a decided sensation lately by having a windmill in his window, the arms of which revolved and blazed alternately red and white as dozens of tiny electric lamps of glass of those colors were thrown on or off an electric circuit. At the back of the shop, but in full view of the street, stood an immense peacock of metal, colored to nature, and its tail illuminated by a great many similar tiny lamps set in the "eyes" on the feathers.--New York Mail and Express.

Albert Edwards' Yacht.

The Prince of Wales' cutter Britannia, which is laid up for the winter at Cowes, has had her copper stripped off and will be smoothed down and recoppered before the commencement of next season. Her racing during the past summer has certainly been most successful, and she easily heads the list of winning yachts, having won no less than £1,572 in money prizes, and in addition become the holder of the Royal Alfred Champion cup, the German Emperor's Challenge shield, the Royal Victoria Gold Challenge cup and the Cape May cup.--London Telegraph. The very earliest carvings now extant are those found in the caves of Le Moustier and La Madelaine, preserved at Paris, bearing representations of animals as seen by the prehistoric men.

RUN THE GAUNTLET OF SOUTH ENID.

Rock Island Trainmen Defy the Town Officers and Refuse to Slow Up. The city officials of South Enid, in the Cherokee strip, are making life burdensome to Rock Island trainmen. George Davis, a Missouri Pacific official, who returned here today, tells a remarkable story about the two Enids and the trouble Rock Island trainmen experience in getting their trains through the south town. South Enid is the town established by the government, while North Enid, a mile or so away, is a Cherokee allotment town, in which the Rock Island has an interest. There is a depot at North Enid where the trains stop. Passengers for South Enid disembark there and go the balance of the way in hacks South Enid is a booming town, and its legislators, full of their new power, make ordinance sto cover all the exigencies of life in a brand new town. They have been greatly worried at the lack of proper railroad facilities, and to move the company they recently passed an ordinance compelling it to run its trains through the town at a speed not greater than four miles an hour under penalty of fine not less than $1,000 for each offense.

In describing the condition of things at South Enid, Davis said: "At the outskirts of the town the authorities have stationed a man with a flag, and when a train approaches he lowers the flag and a man at the other end of the town sets his stop watch and times the train. Before starting his train through the town the engineer cuts off the airbrakes, and the company has an officer on every platform to prevent the townspeople from jumping on the train and setting the handbrakes. Four officers with stars affixed to their coats board every train as it goes through town in an endeavor

to serve papers on the conductor while he is within city limits.

Before the train gets within the town limits, however, the conductor always gets in the express car and is protected by the express messengers with their

winchesters from any interference from the men with the papers. The company has informed the conductors that if any of them are arrested the company will stand by them and see that they do not languish too long in the calaboose. The calaboose at South Enid is a frail structure that a fairly strong boy could break out of and would not confine a railroad man very long were it not for the fact that sunk in the dirt floor is a big log to which malefactors are chained. It is difficult to predict what the outcome will be should the town legislators of South Enid succeed in corralling a Rock Island railroad trainman.--Topeka Dispatch in Chicago Herald.

He Was Fond of Celery. If celery is the nerve bracer that some are disposed to consider it, there is one man in Philadelphia who is in no danger of nervous prostration. A gray bearded,

brown wigged, mild eyed, middle aged, imperturbable little old man walked se-

dately into a well known Chestnut street cafe the other night, doffed his hat and coat, sat down to a table, tucked a napkin under his chin, drank the whole of a glass of ice water placed before him by the waiter and said, "Bring me an order of celery, all white and clean."

"Right, sir," said the waiter, hesitatingly. "That's all," murmured the little old man as he pushed out his glass for a fresh supply of water.

The celery came, the little man quickly devoured that; called for another order, devoured that; called for another order and made that disappear, and so on till all the waiters, all the oyster openers, all the attendants, the cashier and customers were beholding him in aston-

ishment. As the last but if the succulent vegetable disappeared the waiter turned over the little man's check, amounting to 90 cents. All unconscious of the furore he had created, the cham-

pion celery eater pulled on his overcoat, carefully adjusted his hat, gave the waiter a dime, pulled on his gloves, paid his check at the desk, lighted a cigar, said "Celery's not much good yet" and walked out.--Philadelphia Record.

Gravity and Impetus.

A proposition which provoked a great deal of argument and upon which much paper was wasted and the laws of grav-

ity and impetus sadly mangled was the one about the result of dropping a leaden stone from the top of the mast of a rapidly moving vessel. The theorists got hold of the subject and straightaway applied their best known rules and maxims to the problem. Some demonstrated that the weight would fall straight down, and while it was falling the ship would pass

from under it and it would fall somewhere astern, or perhaps hit the man at the wheel. Others held that it would

fall a few feet from the mast, and yet others that it would plump down right at the foot. This problem was solved in the usual way by one who was not a the-

orist, but who could climb a mast, which he did forthwith, and dropping the weight found that it took the impetus of

the vessel and fell right at the foot of the mast, exactly as it would have done had the vessel been standing perfectly still.--St. Louis Globe-Democrat.

An Indian Blanket.

The Indians make blankets of bark beaten very thin. The bark is stamped with fancy figures in brown and red and

is trimmed with fur. Palm leaves are beaten together and are also made into blankets. An Indian is always cold, even

in hot weather, and his blanket is as precious to him as our sun hats are to us.--New York Ledger.