In Los Angeles on Main street a hack drove along and one man directed another's attention to two girls in it. They were very pretty but like many others, had their faces covered with white powder, these were Mexicans. They drove across to Rose and Ferguson's stable (Rose shot himself later) and then down Commercial street and Los Angeles street to a hotel with a man (I— F) they picked up at the stables. One of the first two men was passing as the hack stopped and made a grab for the girl, who got out first, because as the man put his foot on the hack step to get out, she shot him in the eye and he fell forward onto the sidewalk dead. She only said: "He'll never fool another girl" and was going to shoot again but changed her mind and walked off with her sister to the police station to give herself up. She was tried; she was impudent and said she would shoot anyone that said anything about her. Some fellows took her bouquets; she got no punishment, of course, and the day she was free went to get the revolver which she had borrowed she said. B's daughter shot at a man on Spring street near First three times front of where the P. O. used to be, but only shot a bit off the top of his head. He ought to have been killed; his folks had money though and he was let off. I was summoned as a witness in this. The father knew me but I knew nothing of the affair. I got mad in court as usual and Mr. S. W. let me go. There used to be a good deal of shooting in Los Angeles but it is all changed now. At the same corner of Commercial Street a man sat at an upstairs window and waited till the man he wanted went along the other side; then he shot him with a shot gun.
The End of Don J— F. Front of White House, Commercial St., Los Angeles.
The End of Don J— F. Front of White House, Commercial St., Los Angeles.
shooting pool
Man coming in suddenly—"Now I've got you."
Man, looking up—"Oh let up, don't interrupt this game."
First man, paralyzed, walks out again without shooting.
The Good Old Days.
M and I used to go down Sonora town to Spanish fandangos and things where there was often trouble. Once they were shooting in the night around the adobes and a policeman fell down and was carried home but when they searched they found the ball in his clothes and he was not hurt a bit.
I was shot in the Pico house and S— drove me to his funeral, next week I was at S's funeral; he was shot in his room.
One Adobe—Los Angeles.
One Adobe—Los Angeles.
Empty is the Cradle, Baby's Gone—San Rafael Ranch.
"Empty is the Cradle, Baby's Gone"—San Rafael Ranch.