The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1848-10-31

Gossip of the Kniokerbooker
Curious aRd odd tings not uni-equeniiy occur
before the Mayor. The other day, in attending TO
applications for situation in the police force, the
Mayor, 1t was supposed, was about to invest Pat
rick Murphy with =" STAR when some of his
Irish competitors outside the railing cried out
g Are We goin' to pint Pat, yer Honor He can't
write his name, yer Honor"
g Pm only receiving applications, to-day; in a
fortnight we make appointments" said the Mayor:
and Pat was told to call on that day two weeks
The friend through whose influence Pat had
been induced to apply for off e, said TO him, as
they came away from the Hail. Now, Pat, go
home, and every night do you get big piece of
paper and good stout pen, and keep writing your
name. III set the copy for you"
Pat did as directed and every night for a fort
night was seen running out his tongue and sway
ing his head over " Patrick Murphy, Patrick
Murphy in the style OF chirography generally
known as coarse hand.
When the day for the appointment came, Pat
found himself before the Mayor, urging his claim.
" Can you write % said that excellent func-
tionary.
swered Pat.
''Take the pen, said the Mayor, and let US
see Won write. Write your name"
He took the pan as directed when a sort Of ex-
camatory laugh burst from his surprised competitors
who were in attendance How-iy Paul!-d'ye
mind THAT Mike Pats writin' he's got
quill in his fist"
8 So he has. be Jabers - said Mike " but small
good twill do him; he can't write wild 1t, man -
But Pat DID write he had recorded his name
in bold round hand.
"That'Il do said the Mayor.
His foed rivals looked at each others faces with
undisguised astonishment. A lucky thought struck
them Ask him to write somebody else's name,
yer Honor, said two of them in breath.
"That's well thought off, replied the Mayor
g Pat, write MY name %
Here was a dilemma. but Pat was equal to it.
g Me write yer Honor's name - exclaimed he,
with well dissembled $ holy horror: $ ME COM
nit a forgery, and a-goin' on the Pesse can't
do it, yer Honor !"
And he couldn't-but his wit served him. and he
is now star - Of the first magnitude.
By-the-bve, "speaking of Irishmen,'' Cranston,
the popular host of the Rockaway Pavilion, illus
trates by a characteristic anecdOte their inherent
propensity to blunder An Irish servant of his had
been directed to awaken two gentlemen at SIX
O'Clock in the morning, who were TO take the pub
lie conveyance to town. At 3 O'Clock in the morn
ing he awakened two other gentlemen from a sound
sleep who after matchmaking his stupidity, be-
tween sleep and wake - for some hour and half,
at length fell into the refreshing slumber which
had been so rudelY dispeiled when there came
another rap at their doors, which awoke them in
stanter.s The laundering lrishman, having dis
covered his mistake, had g come to apologize to
the gentlemen for wakin' 'em up at the wrong
hour' g Faix,' said he, in the most self-accus-
ing spirit g it wasn't yeZ that was to be walked,
amy wayl' With curses not loud, but OF CON
siderable depth, the restless guests resigned them
selves TO their fate-victms of an Irish servant
One of the /" Election Scenes in Georgia" re-
corded in the private nude of correspondent else
where represented in these pages, must have been
derived from distinguished Southern cOrrespon-
dent and friend of the editor hereof, as it is quite
literal with anecdote which he related to US, as
we were returning last autumn through the UNI
brageous domain Of Godfrey Crayon, to whom we
had been paying pleasant visit. he was can
wasting the State previous to an election, and IN
an unfreauented district had taken letter from
log post-0ffice, which he reading with fixed
attention, when, happening TO turn his head, he
found man looking over his shoulder, and perus-
ing it with him He demonstrated a little with
him for his impertinence, but this only made him
. You are a id sight too proud" said he,
% for THIS part of the country; pre-haps you
wouldn't object to fight me !'-and for long time
he insisted upon game Of fisticutis, by way OF
satisfaction"
A trial Of skill in jumping, however, was at
length substituted, in which our friend was the
victor; and what is amusing enough, the van
uushed antagonist became thereafter one Of his
most ardent political supporters.
The School "reminiscences - Of our Science
tady correspondent are very graphic. We remem-
Der well the dstrict-schOOl scenes and sounds OF
our earliest bOVh6Od the constant petltlOns ana
complaints poured into the porches of the peda-
gogIie's great ears: Please sir may gwout git
sum snow t put in mink ~ Please sir Willis
C--i is a-pinchin' on me = Please sir may
g'wout an git s'mice t put in m trowse's keep
nv nose from bleedin' - "Pleathe thir Lewith
it'll kithn me - (she was pretty girl who said
that, and the schoolmaster probably thought small
blame of u.s. and other the like sayings and do
ings of children. 50 Oh, the days when we were
young ~
''Will you give me light, Squire :" said
vagabOndsh looking person to one OF two spruce
Young men of the town, who were smoking along
the middle walk of the Battery the other afternoon
g Certainly said the buck, handing the fellow
a new "regala,'' which had just been lighted
The rascal took it, thrust it in his dirty mouth,
and handed back his own poor STUMP" which,
although much like quid, was far from being
gaad pro quo." The dandy did not discover the
trick until he had walked On a rod or more; when
at length he did discover it, he turned round with
INDIGNATION in 3 aspect" but it it was only to
see the fellow exercising an aerial windmill with
his hand, acting on a thumb-pivot, from his jolly
red nose"
FLUNKEYANA.-'' Shakpeare's writings was well
enough for the dark ages said Smith, rubbing his
forehead, g when they was MT capable OF knowing
what was good For instance, see here:
-' like p0or player
Strutting and fretting his hour upon the stage y
Now, who the deuce do you pose would set and