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TITLE: Pretty Garbed Spanish Girls Blend With Almaden Scenery. PUBLISHER: San Jose Evening News Wednesday, April 17, 1929
Pleasant Day Spent Among Olden Scenes
The Road to Yesterday Winds over the vale and the lull
Beckoning us on to follow the trail
Where romance lingers still.
Forgotten cities where the lizards keep
Their watch amid the silence deep;
The crumbling walls where Spanish roses cling;
Dim archways where the nesting robins sing;
There still in whispering voice a fountain plays
Recalling habitants of other days,
While on the gentle west wind from afar
There drifts ? faint music of a sweet guitar
Playing again some old Castillan tune
Which vanished lovers sang beneath the moon,
And senoritas, cabilleros gay
Once rode in splendor, but will ride no more
In Santa Clara Valley the roads to yesterday are all about us. They lead us out in every direction to where; in early days, the Spaniards lived and rode and laughed and danced amid the romantic life of the old haciendas; to broad fields, now planted with orchards, where once countless Spanish cattle roamed amid the towering mustard stalks and culled the lush grass of endless pastures. The old days are gone, the proud Spanish lors of the vast rancherias are long slumbering in their graves, but the romance of the days "before the Gringo carne" is still ours if we seek it.
The other day a gay party of adventurers from the cast of "Let's Go," the coming K. C. musical comedy, climbed aboard a big Hudson Super Six sedan, kindly loaned by Normandin?Campen Co., and fared forth on the Almaden Road to old Hacienda. The route is simple and easily followed, leaving Santa Clara Street three blocks west of First Street, over Almaden Avenue to the southern City limits, where the California State Auto Association sign gives the distance to Almaden as 11 miles.
Follow the Almaden Road in it's windings along the Guadeloupe Creek out past the 2 « Mile House, the 5 Mile House at Robertsville, straight ahead over the concrete bridge where the creek turns left to the Guadaloupe mines and on through the southern hills to the end of the trail at Hacienda.
The road is paved to 11 miles out, the last two being over a fine dirt road running beside the Alomias [Los Alamitos] Creek.
Here you may find beauty spots in plenty. The Sunday picnicker and hiker may wander far along the woodland trails over the hills or along the streams, and the adventurous may seek thrills in the deserted tunnels of the old quicksilver mines, once rated the richest in the world.
A LITTLE HISTORY
These historic workings were named Almaden after the great mine of old Spain. The name means "The Mine" in Spanish. The date of discovery by the Indians is unknown, but it was made known to the whites when the Indians disclosed its existence to the Robles family and Luis Chabolla, who later, with Don Antonio Sunol and Andreas Castillero, perfected title and commenced mining operations.
The ancient tunnels lead for miles under the rolling hills where the Mexicans, with their crude machinery, and later the American successors; with more advanced appliances, mined vast quantities of the red ore.
The history of the properties has shown varying degrees of fortune, depending on the market, value of the liquid metal. Of late years, since the great war little has been done and some believe the workings fairly well depleted. Some experts, however, are of the opinion that vast wealth still lies buried, waiting exploitation.
The workers in the old Spanish days numbered several hundred, their deserted habitations still standing at Hacienda and up on the hill, the Forgotten City, where the dancing feet are long hushed and the church bells sound the angelus no more.
As our adventurers wandered among the old ruins in search of romance, they suddenly found it and the Lomar Service man caught the picture: Two grim soldados have imprisoned an entrancing bit of old Spain behind the barred doors of the old Cuartel. Later our friends found another charming scene and listened while the troubador Don Carlos wooed his beautiful Senorita Dolores, with an old Spanish love song to the tune of his guitar.
Beside the placid Almaden Lake these old time Spanish figures were induced to pose with their companions, who, when nights are still and the lover's moon swings high, live again their lives and loves amid the ruins of long ago. Finally as dusk crept on and our tired and happy adventurers prepared to depart, the entire group posed around the sedan for a last picture and as shouts of "Let's Go" echoed through the hills and our friends turned on the homeward trail, they heard again the sweet voice of Don Carlos singing to Dolores:
"The moon, a rose and you,
A gleam of heaven's own bliss,
The lovelight in your eyes
The sweetness of your lingering kiss,
This hour must fade too soon,
And roses wither, too,
In memory I'll ever see, edar heart, The moon, a rose and you."
[The following is a separate article in the same newspaper]
GUNS NOT ONLY MEANS
Chicago, in 1928, had a fatal auto accident rate of nearly 29 persons for every 100,000. Philadelphia and Washington, with a rate of 14 per 100,000, were near the top of the list of big cities cutting their highway accidents.
Photo Caption: The Forgotten City! The Old Hacienda: The Almaden Mines: These are the romantic spots visited by our autologue adventurers this week, at the end of the Road to Yesterday. Persons shown in the photographs are members of the cast of "Let's Go!" the musical comedy soon to be presented by the Knights of Columbus. Those in the upper left picture are:
Photo B Caption: Standing (left to right), Frances Berdel, Lena Campisi, Louis Solari, Dorothy Manchini and Julia Domenici; seated, Carl Bailey, Anabelle Jorey, Rena Rossi and Eugene Schirle;
Photo C Caption: upper right picture, Eugene Schirle, Frances Berdel and Carl Bailey;
Photo D Caption: lower left picture, Genevieve Reed and Marcielle Liebe;
Photo E Caption: lower center picture, Lena Campisi, Louis Solari;
Photo F Caption: lower right picture, Marcielle ? Liebe, Genevieve Reed, Julia Domenici, Reina Rossi, Frances Berdel, Dorothy Mancini, Anabelle Jorey, Louis Solari, Lena Campisi.
Photos by Wilfred Curtis, Lomar Service cameraman.