Historical Clippings Book (HC-12) (520 pages)

July, . The south The n hill di miner: imper. was ¢ summ ing tk of its latter votes, hydra ing tk the y and : Lodge there, Abi town minir were diggi: Omet and theOr da ¢ Five the dow: crud the the ° The the ing . borr Bill mur sno} the and wel doy lot Riv Valley. As the Queen of the Alpha Diggins debarked from her red plush coach, there was an uproar from Nevada County’s multitude that could be heard as far as Town Talk. Nevada City’s band, there in all its glowing colors, struck up the strains of “Home Sweet Home.” What exultation! What demonstration! What celebration! Alice Shebley, and Mary Watts, former Mills Seminary classmates were there. Among the crowd stood Liza Prisk, Belle of the Cousin Jacks of Austin. Into the waiting carriage went Emma with her husband, Raymond Palmer, and her brother Elvin Wixom. Through the streets of Grass Valley, they toured in the open landau. Up Mill Street past the homes of Lola Montez and Lotta Crabtree. On to Nevada City after her carriage and entourage turned the bend at Town Talk, an old frontier settlement consisting of one saloon and its owner's domicile. Spectators from Piety Hill waved and cheered as the prima donna’s carriage rolled by. Along Jordan Street came waves of countless handkerchiefs. Folk lined up along Gethsemane Street were not too pious to cheer on Sunday, and ° clap their hands with joy. From homes along Tribulation Trail came shouts and applause. Down Jacob’s Ladder came the commonwealth decending enroute to the National Hotel where they might get a closer glimpse of their former Queen. Frontier society of Aristocracy Hill cheered the on-coming Cantatrice. Emma Nevada enjoyed the Easter church service for above all she was devout in her religious life. From childhood to the grave the sterling character of the great woman was molded and held intact by noble thoughts and high ideals. i When Emma’s party arrived at the historic National Hotel, throngs had increased in number until it was difficult for a passage way to be opened. Laural Parlor of the Native Daughters had filled the diva’s apartment with flowers. As she entered the gloriously decorated rooms the band played fami. liar airs outside on crowded Broad Street. Emma courteously walked to the balcony and bowed with appreciation. Again the cheering rose in crescendo that fairly shook the ancient gravel beds of a bygone era. After the crowd dispersed, Emma was conducted, by a Native Daughter Committee around the town of her earl childhood. Above all she wanteq a see the old Baptist Church, where she sang the “The Star Spangled Banner’ at three years of age. (After 1862, the old church was transformed into a Soda Bottling Manufactory operated by Messrs. Daniel and Powell on the bank of Deer Creek; still later into a private residence.) Some of the scores of Mills college students who had heard Emma at the Metropolitan Temple came to Nevada City to hear her again and to be present at her home coming reception. The Nevada City Theater was overflowing, People were climbing into the trees and on the roofs of the houses, to better see the song bird of the ages. Flowers were heaped so high on the stage there was hardly room for Emma to stand. The Native Daughters had made a wreath of California poppies, It was presented with a prepared speech. This so touched Emma’s heart that tears flowed freely. When the little five-foot prima donna appeared on the stage the demonstration rolled with thunderous applause. The populace of Nevada County ose, cheered, and waved handkerchiefs in the hall decorated with the National colors. After the portiers parted, Emma appeared with a rose in her hand. She walked across the old boards with a grace that only a Shakespeare or a Tennyson could describe. Her presence swayed the multitude from the Diggins. Her voice charmed the music lovers. One of the best tributes ever paid the great singer was by a writer of her home town paper. He said, “When God, in His infinite goodness, gave a good woman the magic of music Emma Nevada was born.” Tears dimmed anxious eyes of sturdy miners and flamboyant youths as they viewed the departure of their Queen of the Mountains the following day. As the Narrow Gauge whistled from the station, heading its way toward Colfax, and old sinewy blacksmith stood in the vast throng waving his handkerchief—old Bill Alexander, the former Smithy whose soul had been touched by a chestnut haired maiden back in the early Sixty—by the maiden who had sung to the beatings of his alpine anvil, and the roaring gold streams from monitors that went dashing down the mountain side. Pra a a Be ONES ILE NORTH OR HEREMWERE SHE TOWNS Ob Alt HANDIDMECATNAMEDIBYACOLDIMINERSINI THE EAI FS5OSMHE TREMENDOUS HYDRAUNCIDIGGINGS, Visit Ral NEAR GTHISWROINTARENCULFEDEMOST OF J ORIGINAD TOWNS TES MACPHAMNAGHT HESBIRI! TOR FAMED OPER AMSINGERENMAMNE VADAG h FATOMEGANCONTINUED MU Nil 949 sAND at OPERATIONS WARE SCARRIEDBON THERE mODAy DOCAFORNIAWRECISTEREDENISTORICNG SCE NDIIARKGINOS Nore ee29 PLAGUE IBIRCEDIEY TePCRUTORNINE TATE Pane INN COOPERATION ATH aIHEMINEVAUA) Cc SOGIETY, SERMEMBER 7 1958 pst , =i Re ie a ree ee.

July, . The south The n hill di miner: imper. was ¢ summ ing tk of its latter votes, hydra ing tk the y and : Lodge there, Abi town minir were diggi: Omet and theOr da ¢ Five the dow: crud the the ° The the ing . borr Bill mur sno} the and wel doy lot Riv Valley. As the Queen of the Alpha Diggins debarked from her red plush coach, there was an uproar from Nevada County’s multitude that could be heard as far as Town Talk. Nevada City’s band, there in all its glowing colors, struck up the strains of “Home Sweet Home.” What exultation! What demonstration! What celebration! Alice Shebley, and Mary Watts, former Mills Seminary classmates were there. Among the crowd stood Liza Prisk, Belle of the Cousin Jacks of Austin. Into the waiting carriage went Emma with her husband, Raymond Palmer, and her brother Elvin Wixom. Through the streets of Grass Valley, they toured in the open landau. Up Mill Street past the homes of Lola Montez and Lotta Crabtree. On to Nevada City after her carriage and entourage turned the bend at Town Talk, an old frontier settlement consisting of one saloon and its owner's domicile. Spectators from Piety Hill waved and cheered as the prima donna’s carriage rolled by. Along Jordan Street came waves of countless handkerchiefs. Folk lined up along Gethsemane Street were not too pious to cheer on Sunday, and ° clap their hands with joy. From homes along Tribulation Trail came shouts and applause. Down Jacob’s Ladder came the commonwealth decending enroute to the National Hotel where they might get a closer glimpse of their former Queen. Frontier society of Aristocracy Hill cheered the on-coming Cantatrice. Emma Nevada enjoyed the Easter church service for above all she was devout in her religious life. From childhood to the grave the sterling character of the great woman was molded and held intact by noble thoughts and high

ideals. i When Emma’s party arrived at the historic National Hotel, throngs had increased in number until it was difficult for a passage way to be opened. Laural Parlor of the Native Daughters had filled the diva’s apartment with flowers. As she entered the gloriously decorated rooms the band played fami. liar airs outside on crowded Broad Street. Emma courteously walked to the balcony and bowed with appreciation. Again the cheering rose in crescendo that fairly shook the ancient gravel beds of a bygone era. After the crowd dispersed, Emma was conducted, by a Native Daughter Committee around the town of her earl childhood. Above all she wanteq a see the old Baptist Church, where she sang the “The Star Spangled Banner’ at three years of age. (After 1862, the old church was transformed into a Soda Bottling Manufactory operated by Messrs. Daniel and Powell on the bank of Deer Creek; still later into a private residence.) Some of the scores of Mills college students who had heard Emma at the Metropolitan Temple came to Nevada City to hear her again and to be present at her home coming reception. The Nevada City Theater was overflowing, People were climbing into the trees and on the roofs of the houses, to better see the song bird of the ages. Flowers were heaped so high on the stage there was hardly room for Emma to stand. The Native Daughters had made a wreath of California poppies, It was presented with a prepared speech. This so touched Emma’s heart that tears flowed freely. When the little five-foot prima donna appeared on the stage the demonstration rolled with thunderous applause. The populace of Nevada County ose, cheered, and waved handkerchiefs in the hall decorated with the National colors. After the portiers parted, Emma appeared with a rose in her hand. She walked across the old boards with a grace that only a Shakespeare or a Tennyson could describe. Her presence swayed the multitude from the Diggins. Her voice charmed the music lovers. One of the best tributes ever paid the great singer was by a writer of her home town paper. He said, “When God, in His infinite goodness, gave a good woman the magic of music Emma Nevada was born.” Tears dimmed anxious eyes of sturdy miners and flamboyant youths as they viewed the departure of their Queen of the Mountains the following day. As the Narrow Gauge whistled from the station, heading its way toward Colfax, and old sinewy blacksmith stood in the vast throng waving his handkerchief—old Bill Alexander, the former Smithy whose soul had been touched by a chestnut haired maiden back in the early Sixty—by the maiden who had sung to the beatings of his alpine anvil, and the roaring gold streams from monitors that went dashing down the mountain side. Pra a a Be ONES ILE NORTH OR HEREMWERE SHE TOWNS Ob Alt HANDIDMECATNAMEDIBYACOLDIMINERSINI THE EAI FS5OSMHE TREMENDOUS HYDRAUNCIDIGGINGS, Visit Ral NEAR GTHISWROINTARENCULFEDEMOST OF J ORIGINAD TOWNS TES MACPHAMNAGHT HESBIRI! TOR FAMED OPER AMSINGERENMAMNE VADAG h FATOMEGANCONTINUED MU Nil 949 sAND at OPERATIONS WARE SCARRIEDBON THERE mODAy DOCAFORNIAWRECISTEREDENISTORICNG SCE NDIIARKGINOS Nore ee29 PLAGUE IBIRCEDIEY TePCRUTORNINE TATE Pane INN COOPERATION ATH aIHEMINEVAUA) Cc SOGIETY, SERMEMBER 7 1958 pst , =i Re ie a ree ee.