AN OLD LANDMARK
IS BEING REMOVED
of Other Days.
William Shea doesn't look it, but he was a member of the Dallas
fire department in 1877. Out on Commerce street, near Good, workmen
are tearing away the old engine house, which is a landmark dear
to old-timers. The city sold the property, and a brick business
house will take its place. Mr. Shea grew reminiscent yesterday.
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the landmarks of pioneer Dallas, a veteran of early times, is
an old mill. It is located on the old Scyene road, at the foot
of a hill, about four miles from Dallas. It is dismantled now,
a relic of by-gone days. A snapshot of the landmark is presented
herewith to the readers of The Times Herald.
has an interesting history, and was a lively place during the
busy season. In the 60's, a sawmill was added, and Judge Patterson
sawed lumber for the contractors and builders who figured in
the history of Dallas thirty-five years ago. Finally, a cotton
gin was put in and operated for several years, the farmers for
miles around getting the fleecy staple ginned there.
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ture of Five Stories is Now
page is shown a cut of the new Majestic apartment building as
it will appear when completed. The work is now well advanced
and the building will soon be ready for occupancy.
MAJESTIC APARTMENT BUILDING, SOUTH ERVAY STREET.
cost, complete, will be $125,000. The building is five stories
in height and will contain fifty apartments and 148 rooms. On
the upper floor will be located a cafe and dining room, on the
roof, a promenade and roof garden, which may be used for amusement
attractions, and in the basement will be a private bakery, laundry,
storerooms and complete machinery for conducting the huge hotel.
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curred in Dallas in
From an Extra Edition
of the Dallas Herald.
July 8, was the forty-third anniversary of the first big fire
that ever visited Dallas. The blaze came near destroying the
entire city, and was the first serious disaster that befell the
early settlers. The following account of the conflagration is
taken from a copy of the Dallas Herald extra, printed July 11,
1860, at McKinney, the office of the Herald having been destroyed
in the fire:
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AND THE HOME MARKET
Buyers--Need of a Market House--Watermelon
Crop Immense and Peach Crop Light
Two years ago, the fruit growers of East Texas insisted that Dallas did not treat them fairly. They made the same complaint last year. The fruit growers and truck farmers are pushing the cotton growers for place in certain sections of Texas. the diversification campaign inaugurated by The Times Herald years ago and preached day in and day out, has revolutionized farming in East Texas, as well as in other sections. The one-crop man is lonesome now. The man of many crops is in the saddle, and he is here to stay. The truck growers have their organizations and the fruit growers have their associations. This year, a central organization or general committee, representing all organizations, was formed. The fruit growers and truck farmers have agents in St. Louis and Chicago. They ship to these agents and the latter act as salesmen. Hence, the official headquarters are maintained without the state. Last week, members of the Commercial club advocated the organization of a fruit and produce exchange, but the commission merchants did not take kindly to the proposition. Representative commission merchants declared that an exchange was out of the question. There are eleven commission houses, great and small, in Dallas, and the exchange idea hasn't a friend in the bunch.
fruit growers and truck farmers have their salesmen in St. Louis
and Chicago," said the head of one of the largest commission
houses in Dallas to a Times Herald representative. Mr. A. A.
Jackson was the speaker, and he is well informed and a close
observer. "The picked fruit and vegetables are shipped out
of state, and we get the leavings, or seconds. All the good peaches
are shipped to St. Louis or Chicago, and we come in for the seconds.
It is the same with tomatoes. Why, last week, tomatoes were shipped
in here by the carload. They were classified as seconds and sold
as low as 15 cents a crate. They didn't pay charges. All the
produce exchanges over organized by man couldn't have mended
matters, or advanced the price of these tomatoes. It is the same
with cantaloupes. We do not get the pick. Out of the state they
go for Northern consumption , and home folks are compelled to
buy the seconds, or go without. Perhaps satisfactory results
would come if the growers would establish an agency here and
make Dallas the distributing center for the whole country. Then,
carloads of marketable stuff in the pink of condition could be
diverted and all consumers given an equal show. It is my honest
opinion that canning factories alone will solve the problem and
make the business profitable in East Texas. With canning factories
in full blast during the busy season, all the stuff unfit for
shipment could be canned instead of shipping to Dallas and other
points with the expectation that fancy prices will be paid for
second-class products. Were it not for the large number of hawkers
or street peddlers, we have here, it would be impossible to get
rid of large consignments of East Texas stuff which reaches this
market daily. The canning factory, and not a produce exchange,
will do the business. There is money in the canning industry,
and there is no reason why it should not be made very profitable
in East Texas ____. The grower's organizations should take this
matter up and see what can be done. They have the fruit and vegetables
and the demand of canned goods is something extraordinary. Instead
of criticizing Dallas dealers and finding fault with the Dallas
market, they should study conditions and environments, and then
get down to business."
is a large city and 75,000 consumers make a big home market.
Dallas has no market house, which is a drawback to all concerned.
The truck growers have been shifted again from the courthouse
square to Elm street, north of Ervay. For years, they held forth
on Elm, Ervay and Main streets in the vicinity of the big Wilson
building, until they were ordered down town last winter by the
city council. The night hawk and the early riser knows all about
the truck grower and the peddler and the hawker. Truck farms
are numerous in Dallas county, and there must be in the neighborhood
of 300 peddlers and hawkers in the city of Dallas. The truck
grower sells to all comers, but the hawkers buy the bulk of his
stock. The truck grower has no regular schedule of hours, walking
delegate or business agent. He begins to come in as early as
9 o'clock at night, when he curls up in his wagon seat and dreams
of the gigantic truck farms in the other world. At all hours
of the night, the rumbling of heavy wagons in the vicinity announce
the coming of the man with green stuff to sell. As early as 3
o'clock in the morning, frequenters of the market put in an appearance
and the truck growers get down to business. They sell to commission
houses, hawkers and peddlers and retail to the man with a big
basket on his arm. The man who has never witnessed active operations
in this market has missed a treat. John Chinaman is fond of fruits
and vegetables, and John is an early riser. He may wash all day
and play fan-tan until the wee small hours, but he is up and
about in time to investigate the wagons loaded down with garden
truck. John is a liberal buyer and he must be a good liver...John
is a bargain hunter, too, and knows a good thing in the green
stuff line when he sees it in the wagon.
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AND ITS DEVOTEES.
by the Can't-Get-Away Class and Visitors Who
Drop In--Ten-Mile Ride for a Nickle.
"The Lord made the country and man made the town." With up-to-date accessories of civilization, the city dweller has it within his power to make his environments beautiful and home life attractive. Only the few can afford to go to distant states when the blistering rays of a Texas sun descends. The few can flee at will; the thousands remain to wrestle with the bread problem, or to grow wrinkles over business cares. The city should be made beautiful for those who remain behind, the bread-winners, the wealth producers, the men who plan with their heads, or toll with their hands. The movement for more parks has enlisted the active co-operation of rich and poor; the merchant prince as well as the hard-working mechanic; the opulent banker stands with the laborer whose hands are begrimed with the stains of honest toil. Texas is a favored spot. The summer is long, but the nights are cool. The heat of the midday sun is blistering, but cooling zephyrs come at nightfall and then the sons and daughters of men, free from care, seek recreation under the starlit sky of the Empire state before sleep woos them to calm repose. With additional parks, shady spots where the grass is green, the feathered songsters fill the treetops with Nature's own melody, Dallas will take first place with the cities, where the hands of man and the magic influence of money well spent has made toil a blessing and living a "happiness." Dallas is a new town, not an old one, and the active men and women of to-day are called upon to bear their share of the pioneer burdens and to build wisely for those who are to come after them. Man was not made to be a money grub, nor was he made to be an idler. The grub and the drone are the two extremes of civilized life. Man owes something to society, to the age in which he lives, to the Architect who planned all things. Therefore, he should not be selfish, grasping, or non-progressive. Dallas, to-day, has superb street railway facilities, and with the coming of new parks, the city will become all the more inviting to the man in search of a home, or the financier on the lookout for a safe field for investment. Churches, newspapers, railroads, schools, public libraries, graded streets, parks and popular places of amusement are potent factors in town-building and, in the end, tell the story. The man of to-day expects something for his money; he pitches his tent where Opportunity, Convenience and Luxury go hand in hand, and where the blood circulates and does not congeal in the veins of his fellow-mortals. Dallas has everything in its favor. It is the chief commercial city to-day of the Southwest, and is leaving its erstwhile rivals far behind. With navigation of the Trinity a certainty, the city should touch the 100,000 mark within the next ten years. Land will not be available then; prices will be beyond the reach of the city, and as a result, it will be necessary to go far beyond the center of population for park sites. And, the parks should be where humanity is the thickest; where the toilers are crowded by force of circumstances wand meagreness of wealth. The cost will be a mere bagatelle, and now is the time to plant a ballot in the box for a measure which vitally concerns every homeowner in this wonderful city of the blackland paradise.
Dallas has fifty miles of street railway, and the pleasure-riding belts of the city are not excelled in any city of its population in the United States. This is a broad statement, but one which is rock-bottomed in a bed of facts. The trolley car is not only a necessity. It is a luxury. It conveys the people to and from their homes, the thousands who live in the suburbs and learn their bread with the crowded confines of the city streets. This is business, riding to and fro from the store, the factory, the work shop, or the "job." It is only after nightfall when Old Sol has hid his blazing face and the stars twinkle in the heavens, that the thousands turn from toil to pleasure and fill the handsome cars on the popular pleasure-riding belts. From 8 till 11:30, "riding around the belt" affords recreation for thousands, old and young, rich and poor, regardless of color, caste or condition. It is then that the nickels pour into coffers of the company and the conductor is kept busy looking after his passengers. It is a relief to get away from hot and stuffy homes during these hours after nightfall; to drink in the fresh air and to inhale the odiferous incense from flowers and shrubbery in the suburban sections of the town. Whole families go out for a ride, from grandma with her snowy cap and gold-rimmed spectacles, to the lusty-lunged boy or rosy-cheeked girl who perches on the doting mama's knees. They go to the parks and places of amusement and they are brighter, healthier and happier as a result of their after-twilight outing. God bless the man who invented the trolley car and long-distance pleasure rides. He did something for humanity.
of the Times Herald made the rounds of the popular "trolly
car pleasure ride belts" the other day, and it kept him
going for several hours. At night, he again attempted to cover
the same round, but there were no owl cars running. There is
the South loop, or, as it is better known, the Rapid Transit.
It is an eight-mile ride for a nickle and takes one through shady
trees and pastures green. All for a nickle, or less than a half-cent
a mile. The South loop touches at the entrance of the Cycle Park
theater, Dallas' leading summer amusement resort, with popular-priced
performances every night without intermission, except for refreshments
on account of fire. The Acme theater is also located on this
line. Every night, from 1000 to 2000 passengers are hauled on
the South loop trolley cars, which are big double-truck affairs
and are very commodious, as well as easy riding. Forest Park
is located on the line of the South loop as well as all resorts
in the vicinity of the State Fair grounds. The North loop covers
eight miles of track and is composed of the Metropolitan lines
and Pearl street, the famous Bone street connection, which was
before the mayor, the council and the municipal commission for
months and months and was settled two or three weeks ago after
a most protracted and stubbornly contested fight. Conflicting
interests were brought together, a compromise was agreed to,
and both sides smoked the pipe of peace. To-day, this is said
to be the most popular pleasure route in the city. In the evening,
the big cars are loaded to the guards and all East and North
Dallas pleasure-seekers or trolley car enthusiasts give the preference
to this line. The cost for enjoying a ride around the North Belt
is a nickle and eight miles for a nickle is not a costly price
to pay for long-distance rapid transit in pursuit of pure ozone
and much-needed recreation. Next in point of popularity is the
McKinney avenue line. Beginning on South Harwood street, the
cars run west on Main and out McKinney avenue, to and around
beautiful Oak Lawn park, the private property of the street railway
people. This park was conceived by Charles K. Bonta, who purchased
the land, and plans were perfected and carried into execution
by J. Peyton Clarke, the present manager of the lines. Nature
and man combined worked in harmony, and one of the prettiest
parks in all the Southwest is this idyllic place, most appropriately
called Oak Lawn. Six miles covers the round trip, and the cost
is single nickel. Oak Lawn park has a handsome pavilion, and
dancing and picnic parties have already popularized it, although
Oak Lawn park was thrown open as late as the Fourth of July last.
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ation of Oak Cliff.
the Two Municipalities
That Bear the
annexation of Oak Cliff to the city of Dallas as the ninth ward,
there will be many obstacles outside of those to be settled by
the courts that will confront the city council for adjustment.
There is one in particular which, in the vernacular of the street,
will "cut considerable ice," although it is safe to
assert that it has probably never been considered or taken under
advisement by that august body, owing to the presence of so many
other important matters. Nevertheless, be that as it may, the
proposition is bound to present itself sooner or later for attention.
It will not be necessary within the next few months if the annexation
bill should be held unconstitutional and invalid by the higher
courts, but it will be necessary, sooner or later. A duplication
in the names of forty-nine streets exists, which will have to
be remedied if Oak Cliff ever becomes a part of Dallas.
Traveled. Removal of
the Old Toll Station.
of the sale of the old toll station at the east approach of the
Commerce street bridge by the county to the Chicago, Rock Island
and Gulf Railway company means that the quaint old brick house
that rises from the river bottom to a distance of some eight
or ten feet above the street level, and that was constructed
more than thirty years ago, is soon to be torn down, and that
a line of eighty-pound steel rails of an important system will
soon take up the space formerly occupied by the domicile of the
collector of tolls, whose services have been done away with many
years, as the bridge was purchased by the county from its owners
and converted from a pay bridge to a free one.
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