Daily American organ. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1856, 1855-09-06

cheerful temper ID natural gift, the de-
STABILITY Of which cannot be questioned, but
seldom do we meet with spirit so thoroughly
saturated with good nature that no dsappoint-
ment, no poverty, deprivation, or combination
Of adverse circumstances can break II down or
overcome its geniality. But yesterday morn
ing man made his appearance before Justice
Brennan, who seemed TO have perfect fountain OF
undiluted contentment somewhere In his compost
tion which no depressing influences Of care or acci
dent had been able TO exhaust or adulterate-atypo
amodern editor Of Mark Tapley--a human barrel OF
holiness, without hoops on He was arrested for
being intoxicated. He gave his name as Gettyphat
Take, and said he was printer, and hailed from
"The Gem of Science" Office. He Is a short man,
of beer-cask figure, and face as rubicund as il
he slept in a room with red curtains His answers
to the questions of the authorities showed his con-
tentnent under all shades Of fortune. The justice
being also In genial humor, was inclined TO ban
ter the disciple of Ben Franklin, and accordingly
addressed him as follows
Judge. Well Mr.. Take, il seems you have
thrown aside the " composing stick" and gone to
getting drunk for a living. I'm afraid you're a
"bad case and stand in need of " correcting" i
think shall send you to "quod."
These technicalities, which we're uttered in a
sort OF Iknow-you you-do
air, which seemed to give Mr.. Take that assurance
which printers seldom lack, but of which the 80
IDENTITIES of a Police Court might temporarily
have deprived him, and he answered.
Prisoner. Well, at any rate, I'm glad we've no
"galleys" in this country, or suppose you'd put
me there, and well loaded" at that But bless
you, sir, going to jails nothing; the last time l
was there tanned rat and taught him to chew
tobacco, besides inventing three new steps for a
fancy hornpipe-it's good deal better than set
ting "solid minion," more than three-quarters
"a (. Il In % V,rto and
half" for it, Lord bless you, Squire I'd great
deal rather 60 to Jail ten days than not. I've got
sick Of work just now, and I'll have chance to
get the bile off my stomach
Judge. You seem to take 1t easy how do you
propose to employ your time this trip
Prisoner. Well, Corporal, Pm undecided whether
I'll learn to whistle the opera Of the /" Bohemian
Girl" practice standing on my head, or undertake
to acquire the elegant accomplishment Of balan-
cling straws on my nose. If could get cat, I'd
teach her to play the fiddle, If thought the strings
wouldn't remind her unpleasanty of intestinal dis
cords, after her feline body has been nine times
slain.
Judge-Mr. Take, you seem particularly happy
under the circumstances have you got wifes
Prisoner--Not now, Lieutenant; had one but
she run off with bow-legged cobbler; was so
glad about it that sent her her dresses and quit
claim deed of her person, which l signed in cap
ital letters. She left me one boy; but he was
:" foul copy" not bit like me. bound him prem
tce to the type-stickng trade, but the first day he
quarreled with the regular " devil" knocked over
the bank" pulled "form off the imposing
stone," and "pied" FIVE columns" He dropped
the "shooting-stck" into the g alligator press, !"
and, in the evening, he and another hopeful boy
were caught rehearsng broad.sword combat with
a couple of "column rules the foreman " bat
tered" him with the malet" and when he got
home to me he had fancy head" If there ever
was one.
Clerk. Where is he now?
Prisoner. He ran away with circus, and the
last saw OF him he was in the middle OF a saw
dust ring trying to tie his legs in bowknot round
his neck; I've been jollier since then than ever
before.
Judge You seem to be always jolly.
Prisoner. So am; / laughed when my father
turned out of doors at eleven years old laughed
when / broke my arm, and made funny faces at
the doctor while he was setting IL the happiest
day ever spent was one time when | hadn't but
one shirt and pair OF pants to put on, had spent
all my money, and gone hungry forty hours /
never was really unhappy but once in my life, and
that was when | fell down stairs, fractured my
collarbone, and skinned my legs SO badly couldn't
get down on my knees to thank God hadn't
broken my neck.
The Judge relented, and let Mr. Take go, and
that rotund individual left the room trying to
whistle and sing at the same time, and also dance
an independent JIG with each leg TO a different
tune.--Nep York Tribune