Every symptom points to a tendency to spread of style in Tombstone. Among
other instances in this direction, the boys bought a pair of beautiful
barber-pole suspenders and presented them to the amiable dispenser who
shoves the amber extract of cheerfulness over the mahogany of the Parlor
Saloon. He promptly donned the innovation, but claimed that he felt like
he had a fence-rail on each shoulder. Then, when they became
overburdensome, he would unbutton them and permit them to dangle in front,
but he finally got them down fine enough to go to church in. Several
old-timers, conspicuously court attendants from the other end of the
county, have fallen into the habit of wearing boiled shirts, and it looks
as if sky-blue overalls might be discarded as a full-dress costume.
Getting "powerful tony" in town nowadays.--_Tombstone (Arizona)
Prospector._