The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1848-04-11
DAILY CRESCENT.
The News Boys"
A STREET CONVERSATION.


. Yesterday, at about O'Clock in the afternoon,
whilst passing the corner of Common and St
Cha. les Streets we heard a confab, which ran as
follows:
Jim Broua-(A small boy, with jacket much
too small for him, and bundle OF papers under
his arm.) 81 don't care-I got much right to
live as YOU has, an I'll try any person that comes
by.''
Tom Jones'" Who We talkin to Spose
I'm going to be fooled by little Teller like you
Did mt see yer ketch him by the coat-tail and
drag him down to the Werandah faint right,
no how, and if you don't say so, yell git licked
that's all ~
Groundwork here I'm little, but you can't lick
me- don't want nothin' to do with you, cause
| know who you are. Didn't see you to-day sell
a man who come down the river, an old paper,
when you ought to have give him new one , No,
STREE. you can't come tim little, but you
can't lick me !! Ipays for my papers,
JONES': amt got no time to talk, cause got
good many to sell, but if | ever ketch you comm
about my diggns agn', you'll git fogged You're
regularly takin my customers away from me-and
when Pm busted 'spose you'd like to see me in
tile House of Reffurage -
Broun-s' wouldn't like to you no where S
else, cause you think I'm not big, and | amt, but
| can lick you-you-
At this period of the affair Master Jones pitched
into Master Brown. Their papers fell from be-
meath their arms, and to use sporting phrase,
they closed'' Jones, who was the bigger of
the juvenile champions, " stood off, and coca
sonaIIy gave Brown pet, but Brown returned it
with more than ordinary vigor After pummelling
IA, f,,,r and nSp oh
several copies of the different daily papers, the
Young gadiators separated, much to the
charsrn of those who took interest in the fight.
An elderly gentleman, tall and masculine IN per-
son, came up and pulled the Lilliputian combat
ants asunder. The little boy picked up his papers
with one hand and wiped his eyes with the other,
declaring all the while that 9 he was title, but he
could'n be Hckedt 20 The big boy stood upon his
dignity, and offered his opponent " a rough and
tumble" which he accepted As they We're going
to work again, the gentleman, already mentioned,
again parted them.
Boys said he why do you wish to quar-
| rel now-don't fght-its very wrong, and cannot
produce any good. My young friend, addressing
Brown,) what papers have you for sale .
| Brown wiped his eyes, and said in a tremuous
voice, 50 Here's the Commercial Times, the Bulle
tin the Picayune, the Delta and the Crescent.
| s'I'll take one of each,'' said the old man. The
little boy looked into the old mans face, and wher
he had received his money went to the corner
wondering why an old man wanted so many papers
CHOW my boy,'' said the elderly stranger, ad
dressing the tallest of the two combatants, wha
papers have you for sale -
Got all of 'em, SIR replied he in logged
| tone
"Then give me the same number OF papers thai
bought from your young companion, and Tor the
sake of an old man never quarrel again.
The money was paid-the papers were delivered
and the old gentleman, conscious that he had per
formed good deed, went with gladdened hear
to his hotel Ten minutes afterwards, jim Brown
met Tom JONES' tom" said Jim, we won
fight no MORE did mt mean nothln', but wa
mad, and could'n help it
Tom replied, 90 Jim, look here, old feller yol
and is friends now-that old codger is traveliln
preacher, or sometime of that sort-but we won
fight no more -
The two news boys shook hands, and shortly at
ter the sounds of-s' 'ere's the Bulletin, the Dali,
Crescent, the Picayune, the Commercial Times
the Daily Delta the Mercury and the National -
were shouted forth by lungs as fresh and buoyan
as ever inspired the breath of youth.