Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1867-12-06
sham, Daily Col. Chandler DR.. White,
SHAW sLAuoHrERRD.

SHAW bLAu0hfkkkD.
Grandmother Hunter opened the ball
by announcing that the time had arrived
for nominations. Some fellow moved
that women and children be excluded.
Carried, but no gushing colored females
or lovely little knobs of the Freedmen's
Bureau stirred. They had come to see
"dis yeh convempshum." Beecher an
nounced himself as mayor Of Mem.
pills." and kindly consented to abide by
the decision Of the "What Is.IL" Shaw
also promised to abide by this decision,
but said it with trembling voice and
lugubrious face. 1t was all over with
Shaw He had the transparencies; and
yells loud enough to drown q thousand
million devils in Pandemonium rent the
air with his name. But little Beecher's
drum had assembled his dusky clans and
hopelessly packed the house. Grand
mother Hunters selection as chairman
was Beecher triumph. Two thousand
niggers and few whites huddled to-
gether in the vast hall like crowds at a
race course. There were no delegations
Every fellow who wanted To vote, voted,
and for an hour there was more bowling
to the square inch than anybody ever
heard before. "aive us Shaw" old
Shaw. "oh, my lovely, lovely Shaw"
Beecher," CDR P. d. b." Come to
my arms, Honey, mingled with curses
and boots aud Kisses, were the order of
the evening. Grandmother Hunter in
vain sought to quiet the sovereigns.
Her long, bony arms moved to and fro
with "bless you, my children " motion,
but the sombre wave surged all the more.
That venerable female was powerless, and
an unchaste niger in the pit yelled for
somebody to take dat damn scarecrow
Off from de stage, and quit he d--n
sce.saw." The old lady's eye deadened
at this rebuke by one of her masters !;
her lower jaw dropped and DR.. Toles
trod on it. Another yell. Col. Beau
most now arrived, resplendent with
brass buttons. Elevating his deep bass
voice two hundred and seventy-fve
octaves, he with furious gestures de-
manded silence. Africa responded by
succession OF yells aud boots that cracked
the roof and laid all previous demon.
STATIONS in the shade One unregenerate
cuss made disloyal motions at his high
ness with flaming transparency, and
half a dozen policemen rushed to the
rescue, Transparency subsidized. After
their windpipes collapsed the uproar
was mellowed to the consistency of first
class thunder Grandmother Hunter
recovered from the stupor in which the
scene had thrown her, and the bless
you, my children" business was resumed.
Beaumont sawed the air like a veritable
Don Quixote. His arm went rapidly
through the sword exercise, and his blue
coats went rapidly through the house,
shouting "ths here d-n yelling must
be stopped or the show cant 60 on. |"
Forty fellows on the stage Joined in the
rm.jerking business, and all over the
hall hats, canes and transparencies fol-
lowed suit. Finally Grandmother Hun
ter, waving her arm classically, shouted:
Gentle-m EN- Ito the niggers), all Dr.
Beecher's friends get on the south side
"a general rush that way, and all DR..
Shaw's friends get on the north side" "a
furious rush toward the north). Are
there any Beecher men on the north
side ?" Deafening yells of YES" fol.
lowed by deafening yells of no, " Are
there any Shaw men on the south side p
Frightful yells Of yes" and no"
Energetic niger in the dress circle !;
(Which am de norf side ?" After con-
sultation Grandmother profered the
desired information, and Cuffee broke"
for the south side. That the house was
packed for little Beecher could be seen
by the novices; but to clinch the nail in
Shaws coffin, Ham Carter rushed to the
footlights and commenced iuriously
puncturing the innocent air. Hear what
dat nigger's gwine to crate" Listen
to de clarium tones" The tempest mo-
mentarily lulled, and Ham opened his
Grafton trap. Let the Beecher men
keep quiet; let the Shaw id thieves
and scalawags and rascals 60 on with
their yelling. We've put Beecher for
ward, and well nominate him in spite of
the Shaw s. of BIS who come into
this here convention. They are nothing
but id thieves and ruflians !" Daafen-
ing yells followed, and continued until
the brazen throats of the contributors to
the Pandemonium refused to longer
fulfill their office. Meanwhile Beaumont,
Hunter, Bowen, Toles & Co. persevered
in the "bless you, my children" see-saw.
Blewis suddenly stepped to the front, his
face illumined with the beati6c alligator
smile wont to play upon his classic
features. He had dispatch to read. 1t
was from W. J. Smith, who telegraphed:
Cant come down-woud love to meet
the on-hearted Union men in council,
but can't-l6th section is up-working
for its repeal night and day e hoora for
Smith Jam with party and will support