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Show SIFKINS HAD A DREAM. Sifkins celebrated New Year's day and night and when he finally fell asleep he was troubled by bad dreams. In one of them he thought he had been dead fifty years and had then been permitted per-mitted to return to Salt Lake and look around. The temple looked natural, the new twelve-story administration building on the old Deseret News corner he thought was fine; an immense new marble structure stood where the bee-hive house had formerly stood; in the Alta Club building was a memorial window in honor of Judge Blair. Mr. Packard had the foundation in and one story up of his new public library; Brigham street was paved up as far as Fourth East; there were grave if, hints in the morning papers of apprehensions lest there be a water-famine in the coming summer; Elder Penrose was still editor of the Newj and still declaring that the Church was entirely out of politics, but in an election it -was the duty of every Saint to vote for the besx men, and that for a member of the City Council to obey any reasonable party obligations was absurd and contrary con-trary to good government, and any member showing show-ing that weakness would be remembered. Fern-strom Fern-strom was President of the Council, a little gayer than of old and less distinct in enunciation because be-cause of a loss of a few teeth; there were vigorous vigor-ous demands for reformation on Commercial street and Plum Alley; Arthur Brown had just made a final argument to show why the indictment indict-ment against him should be quashed; there was vigorous talk in the press that something should be done to abate the smoke nuisance; Patti had just given her positively last concert at $12 a seat, and the dramatic editors were telling how wonderfully preserved her voice, tone ensemble her altogether, was; there were still some rough spots in the street car tracks, and a 7-candle power was still made to do a lG-candle power duty in places. Fisher Harris was still City Treasurer and secretary of the Commercial Club; John Critchlow was married and had a large family of children. Happly they all looked like their mother. The public schools were in full blast, but the school children were the grand children of those who are skating and coasting now. The daily bullion receipts were just about as usual; the San pe railroad was nearing completion; Uie Moffat row had been in forty-seven years and the Wester, Pacific forty-six years; Great Salt Lake had rt turned and resumed its old high-water mark; h city had made State street smooth out to 10th q. 12th South, where it becomes a country road; tk Salt Palace was running in full force. St. Keatta Orphanage had a thousand inmates, and Jab Moritss Brewery had grown to be bigger aw finer than the Judge Miners' Home. Mr. perrj Heath was still having it in for President RooSf velt. Snifkins looked around languidly, asked fo another drink and dozed off to sleep again, t tering: "It's just the same old thing." |