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Show Salt Lake. "Knocked into a cocked hat," passes from the abstract to the concrete more perfectly in this city than elsewhere. The yap wears his round-top round-top white wool hat jammed over his eyes, and its broken-hearted sides flopping flop-ping over his car3 keeps time with the swaying auricular of the mules he drives. The miner, in his top boots and slouch bat at an angle commensurate with the dip of the vein in which he expects ex-pects to strike his everlasting fortune, elbows his independent way amid the throng of tenderfeet as if he was treading tread-ing his native heath, and the dapper salesman and real estate agent, familiar famil-iar with the fashions of the effete east, nervously and with a self-conscious air tries to appear indifferent and unconcerned uncon-cerned beneath the polished dome but leaden weight of his silk stovepipe hat. All in vain! From the hatless arab in the street, through the seried columns of shocking bad hats, by the way, conies tho mocking cry: "Where did you get that hat?" till the cowed but indignant in-dignant tile-bearer wishes he might go down with McGinty. As with tho hats so with the craniums they cover. Various and peculiar are tho quips aud quirks of tho busy brains beneath. From every nation under the canopy, tho polyglot population of Salt Lake City has gathered in pursuit of things in heaven, of things on the earth and of things under tho earth. From prophets, priests aud scribes; from philosophers, phi-losophers, professors, politicians and pettifoggers, each grinding his monotonous monot-onous hand organ, there issues a medley of sounds suited to the multitudinous mental tastes of hungry disciples, who, liko Oliver Twist clamor for "more." Nevertheless, the ragpicker going his rounds, finds no more brainy, progressive progres-sive place than the City by the Sea. THE KAOP1CKF.K. "Motly is the wear" in this inter-mountain inter-mountain region, and tho keen-eyed observer who, with his note-book in hand, collects the shreds and patches of color that meet his vision and take his fancy may properly be styled tho journalistic jour-nalistic ragpicker. Salt Lake is not only a growing but a cosmopolitan city. Her population, her politics and her architecture aro decidedly decid-edly mixed. Up and down her broad thoroughfares and crowded sidewalks flows a current of humanity the most unique, the most dissimilar, perhaps the most homely, certainly the most un-fabhionably un-fabhionably dressed of any city of equal size iu the union. Ou Saturdays especially, espe-cially, the Mormon market day, when tho brethren, with their families, gather to the central stake of Zion, their hearty greetings, their diversified costumes, with a ilavor of trans-Atlantic styles, the hee-hawing recognitions of neighborly neigh-borly mules and the runaways of treacherous cayuses all together make up a scene that both attracts and interests. inter-ests. Speaking of costumes, the shabbiest head gear, and that in the most varied form presenU itself ia the streets of |