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Show correspondence. Salt Lake City, December 2, 1870. Editors Salt Lake Herald: You often speak, and very correctly, cor-rectly, of the value of printer's ink as a profitable investment; but I know of one equally advantageous. Lot us walk up Main street, west side, and note the side-walk and bridges opposite oppo-site each place of business, and you will see the means of access and care of pedestrians' corns. The heterogenous hetero-genous mass of obstructions I leave to the police. But when we jet above Kimball & Lawrence's hold your patience, pa-tience, for here begins the Golgotha of chickens and fish. Look on each side of the ditch. Mind your toes; and take care of the baskets of edibles. Cross over to Bishop Hunter's place ; view the ditch : the crossings near the Exchange Buildings ; now down, and feel the boulders as you pass. Not a sidewalk repaired ! Do the business men down to the "Elephant" corner court the trade of our citizens ? We stop here ; we will not turn around the corner along 2d South street, for fear our patience will not hold out ; but ihese things preach, as also do those men who own corner lots and fail to build a foot-bridge or cleanse the ditch in front of their lots. Where, oh where, is the Supervisor, ere winter sets in ! Soft Corns. Our correspondent seems slightly hypercritical. Some of the points he refers to might be improved, but a stranger reading the above would imagine im-agine the side-walks of our principal street were a mass of decaying matter, ill-kept ditches and loose cobble-stones. This is how it strikes us, yet our correspondent cor-respondent surely doesn't think so. We publish the communication as a hint to gentlemen on "the street" to fix up, independent of the Supervisor's duties, which, we believe, do not extend ex-tend to the side-walks, they being private pri-vate property. Our correspondent is an amiable and genial gentleman, with an eye for the beautiful, and excellent taste; and probably got his "soft corns" hurt, for which we would tenderly ten-derly grieve. |