Houma Ceres. [volume] (Houma, Parish of Terrebonne, La.) 1855-18??, 1856-07-05
show Your Tickets.

/ On the New York Central Railroad,
from Albany to Buffalo, the conductors
are frequently changed, and with the en-
trance of each new one comes the annoy
ing command, "Show your tickets!'' On
night trip few weeks since, testy
old Yankee was one Of the passengers.
and having exhibited his ticket TO the first
conductor, he placed it in a well-worn
pocket-book, buttoned it up in the breast
pocket of his coat, pulled his hat tightly
down over his eyes, and res gned himself
to sleep. The first dream was just begin
ming when another conductor came in, and
cried in his startled ear, "Show your
tickets" He reused up and exclaimed,
Il reckon you don't want to be seein'
on it all the time dew ye z"
"Once will do for me-" said the con-
ductor.
Il should kinder think you had seen it
often, so you kin pass along"
| But the conductor insisted, and the old
fellow had to unbuckle, grumbling the
while like a bear with two sore heads.
Presently the conductor came back again,
thinking he had overlooked some, and as
lie approached, the Yankee roared out,
"What, agin! Well, you are the
biggest bother ever did see-there, take
a good look this time, and don't come
|agin.''
Once more at rest, the old man stuck
his ticket into his hat-band, where it could
be easily seen, and settled down into a
Irregular snore. The motion Of the cars
loosened his hat, and it soon fell off, roll
Hing away under the seats. A sleepless
wag seeing the accident, approached the
old man and shouted in his ear, "Show
your tickets p
sPatience! massy on us!'' he scream.
ed, "ef here amt one Of them ticke1
fellers agin.''
He pulled out his pocket-book, and fun.
bled it over, and felt in all his pockets fol
his ticket in vain, and at last broke out
You've got it, know you have gin
| it to you myself
Here he recollected sticking it in hi,
hat-band, and now he commenced search
for the hat, which had travelled on far ou
Of his sight and reach. After bus,
search he spied something black under q
fat old lady's seat, and pitching after It
walked her ladyship out Of a sound sleep
She cried out,
What on airth are you after, | de-
want to know p
"I'm ony jist reachin' for my hat
ma am; it's got under your seat"
"Itell you it faint no such thing
that's nice excuse to be givin' for comm
feelin' round people in the dark, in this
kinder way. I'lltell the agent-see if ]
{ don't"
"Why, goodness gracious, old lady
don't be sceered; never dreamed o
teching on ye.
!. Well, dikn't say you dreamed abou
: it; but you amt bit too good for 1t
comm around here in the middle Of the
night, talking about hat. Why dom
you get you're old hat and go away!'
: Thus permitted, the old man reached
: carefully under the seat to take the hat
, whenit it proved to be the old woman's pc
dog, which snapped at him with a ,ce-e-o'c
and caught his fingers.
Blame the little sarpint," yelled tht
frightened man, "why it's live cata
mount, l do declare"
Now. i guess you're satisfied" say
the old vixen, "that you're hat amt there.
i Just then jolt Of the cars threw th'
q poor man into the woman's lap, from
!, which he escaped with sundry scratches
. and remarking, more coolly than could b
!. expected, that . he would rather be bi
: by dog than hugged by bear.
! The wag who had personated the con
: ductor thought the joke had gone "a
: enough, and picking up the hat, handed
:, to the old fellow, and settled him down il
his corner again. Z
I THaper's Editors Drawer.
-~--~~~r~aD~--~~--~>~ "
REV. THEoDoRE PARKER's CREED
II ID n