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Show TOM FIDDLER'S COLUMN. "Theri's an elegant train to run into such a sink-hole of a railroad depot at this is!" said a prominent citizen of Provo as the R. G. W. passenger pas-senger landed in this city from Salt Lake the other morning. "It's a disgrace, dis-grace, and should call forth the righteous indignation of the whole city. The place isn't worthy of a broken-down rattletrap gravel train going through it. It's an outrage." "What tomfoolery!" ejaculated one of Provo's wealthy and influential influen-tial representative men as he passed the yards of the Provo L. II. & 13. Co. a day or two ago, and saw one of the massive and finely finished window frames for the Asylum building. 'Now, if any man under heaven can show me the horse sense of squandering squander-ing our hard earnings for such a building build-ing I would like to know it. What do poor crazy people care for fret work and scrol work, and One mouldings. I tell you what, at lea?t fifty thousand dollars could have been saved on that building if economy had been the watchword.v;.nd the man gazed into blank blankness for a few seconds and walked away. |