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SAID THE OBSERVER
By
Louis J. Stellmann
ILLUSTRATIONS BY
J.P. BURNHAM AND V.C. FORSYTHE
San Francisco
The Whitaker & Ray Co.
Incorporated
1903
Dedication.
TO MY MOTHER ON HER FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY.
Half of a century's gladness
And half of a century's tears,
Lost in the mighty silence
Of the past and vanished years!
Oh, what a sea of memories
Surge back from the time gone by—
The waters of Life's river;
How many a smile or sigh—
Has made them dance and sparkle;
Or, storm-tossed as they ran,
Adown the course of Being,
Since the current first began!
How many a note of gladness
Has the music of their flow,
Brought to the hearts of others
To lighten their load of woe!
How often, too, has Duty
Claimed its sacrifice of pain?
How many hours of sorrow
Have been for another's gain?
No mind can weigh or measure,
The light that a woman's love
Casts on Life's darkened pathways,
Save that of the God above.
From out the time that's vanished
A message of Peace is borne.
A future glad in Promise,
Like a sunshine-laden morn—
Smiles welcome now and beckons
To a new and brighter day.
The years to come are gladder
Than those that have passed away.
Preface.
It is the custom of some authors to preface their earlier works with excuses for sending their "little volume out into the world," and to bespeak in its behalf the leniency of both critic and reader. I have no such apologies, however, to make for this work. I have confidence in its success and it will win or lose, according to its merits, no matter what I say.
"Said The Observer" represents stray ideas, gathered here and there and everywhere, which I have decked out in gay habiliments of Fancy and embellished with such wit as I possess. Do not take them seriously, I pray you, for their aim is to amuse. Do not feel offended if some pet corn is trod upon, for it is all in fun and no malice is intended.
Most of the sketches have already appeared in the Los Angeles Herald and the reader may detect in some a touch of localism, as for instance, in "The Essentials of Greatness," which refers casually to the passing of Senator Stephen M. White. "Steve White," as he was affectionately dubbed by those who knew him, was a great man in California, though, perhaps, his fame as an orator and statesman may not have penetrated far beyond the borders of the Golden State. In two other sketches references are made to Li Hung Chang. Both were written prior to the death of the distinguished Oriental diplomat, and I have chosen to explain seeming anachronisms, rather than change my narrative to conform with later events.
THE AUTHOR.
Contents.
| PAGE | |
| INFLUENCE OF THE PIPE | 7 |
| OUR FRIEND THE MURDERER | 13 |
| SCIENCE AND WEATHER | 19 |
| THE ESSENTIALS OF GREATNESS | 23 |
| HORSE SENSE | 27 |
| THE MANNISH WOMAN | 31 |
| A WONDERFUL MACHINE | 36 |
| DRAWBACKS OF THE KING BUSINESS | 39 |
| THE EATING HABIT | 43 |
| DELIGHTS OF FLASHLIGHT PHOTOGRAPHY | 46 |
| WONDERS OF SPIRITUALISM | 54 |
| THE POTENCY OF THE TESTIMONIAL | 59 |
| AMBITIONS AND THINGS | 65 |
| THE TELEPHONE FACE | 69 |
Influence of the Pipe.
"I see, by a recent paper," said the Observer, as he lit another cigar and resettled himself in his chair, "that a Chicago physician and a lot of fool women, who are evidently jealous of Carrie Nation, are about to start an active crusade against the 'Smoke Nuisance.' This is ambiguous enough to warrant the supposition that their object is the compulsory introduction of some patented device for clearing the atmosphere of Pittsburg and other manufacturing towns, but their real aim is