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346 NOVEMBER 14 & 15, 1866 GRASS VALLEY UNION
what was to be done, well. Mrs. Wood, new to the character of Amy Robsart, evidenced that more
rehearsing in this character would improve her; yet, all things considered she did well, and was well
received. Edwards, Sinclair and Pardey acted well their parts, in which, slightly paraphrasing the old
saw, all their honors lie. Thompson did not exactly fill our idea of the gallant French officer of the
glorious Twenty-first Regiment; the shrug of the shoulder was there, but it was not the French shrug, but
a Michael Feeney contortion of the body. But Thompson, as the Virgin Queen, in “Kenilworth,” was the
embodiment of real burlesque acting, making up for all shortcomings in Guillot. The company is a good
one—by far the best we have ever had in Grass Valley—and they have thus far been well patronized,
and will continue to be well received during their engagement here, as they deserve. “Peggy Green”
and “Aladdin” were well-received last night to another first class house. This evening will be presented
the Comedietta of “The Married Rake,” after which Lady Don will sing her celebrated collection of
Irish Ballads, beautifully illustrated with Tableaux Vivants; the performance to conclude with the
Extravaganza of “Mazourka.”
PERSONAL.—Creed Haymond, Esq., a prominent member of the California bar, has been
spending a few days in Grass Valley. Our Alturas friend, who has lately been drinking copiously of the
nectar of prosperity—he rarely takes anything stronger—is the picture of contentment, satisfied with the
world, as the world is with him. How time flies! (Not original, but very handy.) It seems but yesterday
that Haymond and ourself were engaged in that fascinating juvenile pastime, making mud pies; later, our
infantile steps were directed around a billiard table, where we drank deeply of geometrical draughts and
other draughts. We were both (excuse our modesty) full of promise. “But things is changed.” Alturas,
with both of us a Richmond to capture, is a reality with Haymond, who will be its Governor when it
“shakes” Plumas; and we—well we are editing a bucolic organ. Haymond left this morning for La Porte,
before this article appeared.
AN ACCUMULATIVE “FEMAIL.”—Elizabeth Cullen, a servant girl who has a mania for
appropriating to her own use the property of others, which mania appears to have had but one parallel
in this State—Major F. Alton Wheelock—was recently arrested in Nevada by Marshal Cornell. She has
been employed as a domestic for about two years in Nevada, during which time she has taken enough
articles to open a first-class variety store. Her inventoried stock, which has, for prudential reasons, been
assigned to Marshall [sic] Cornell, consists of razors, (Elizabeth must have designs on a “feller,”) jewelry,
handkerchiefs, stove-blacking, spoons, (report has it that she served with Butler) table knives, quartz
specimens, tilters, baby linen, etc. In fact, it has been intimated that she has taken two or three quartz
mills, which we regard as a crusher. The fair Elizabeth has taken quarters in Nevada, at the expense of
the town.
RASPBERRIES IN NOVEMBER!—Think of it, think of it, fruit-loving man; flop your lips
over our raspberries, provided you can, and—but here our Muse got a little shaky, suggesting to us
that raspberries in November, grown among the Sierra Nevada, are enough to stagger any Muse. Our
venerable friend Marshall, of Marshall’s Ranch, in this place, yesterday presented us with a basketful of
as delicious raspberries as ever melted in one’s mouth. They are grown almost within our corporation
limits, and on ground too, which but a few years ago, was a dreary looking waste of clay and bed-rock,
the hose-pipe of the miner having despoiled it of its earth-covering in a search for gold. The berries were
grown out doors, we have no use for such nonsensical ornaments as hot-houses.
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 1866
BORN. In Grass Valley, November 14th, to E. LEVINGSTON, a son.