mixer-man), who are doing all they can against you; the former at the office and the latter amongst the men." I soon had proof of this, for one day the cashier (a great friend of Harry’s) came out of the office and spoke to me most offensively about some reports which he wanted me to make at once for him. I told him to get back to his office, that I allowed nobody to boss me in my own yard so long as I was foreman; that seemed to settle him, and then I took the bull by the horns and went to see Harry, to whom I talked like a “Dutch uncle.” I told him it could do him no good if they made it unpleasant enough to make me resign, as he would never get the job of foreman; that I had not known of the state of affairs when I came or might have stayed out; but, as I had come, we must work together in harmony or he would have to go somewhere else. He took it well, and we afterwards became great friends. Old George, of course, I had to handle in a different way, so I jumped him on the first pretext, and, as I expected, he gave me impudence in order to show off before the other men. I had a monkey wrench in my hand, and I told him that he would apologise or I would beat him good and plenty and then fire him. He owned up that he had been hasty, and so we let it go at that. Old George was one of the best men I had on the place after we got to understand one another, and after I left the company and came to Mexico he wanted to come along with me. Los Angeles is one of the most wonderful towns in the United States, and the growth is phenomenal. It is essentially a tourist town, being practically supported by the tourists who come there to spend the winter, and by men who have retired from business and wish to end their days in a decent climate. It is estimated to have over 60,000 transient population. In 1900 the real estate men put up “prophecy boards” all over the town saying “in 1910 Los Angeles will have a population of 250,000,” and every one laughed at them. In 1907 they scratched out the “2” and put a “3” over it, as the population was then about 275,000, and is to-day over 350,000. In 1893 a German bought for $800 a tract of sage brush and sand in what is now “Boyle Heights,” and went to work at his trade of carpenter to make a living and pay the taxes. He had grit and held on, finally selling out for some $200,000. One of our men in the Barber Yard bought a small cottage for $1400 and within six months was offered $2000 for it, which I advised him to refuse; judging from the value of other property in the same neighbourhood, it is worth to-day at least $8000.