Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1868-01-01
A Compile Of Hundred Niggers
Meet 10 Get up Steam for
Beecher. and Fail.
Little Smith, Grandmother
Hunter and Blewis Think
there are worse Men
than Beecher.
Fitch Gets ON the War Path
and Peels the Skin eff
A Rich scene.

an opportunity to publicly indorse the
onsrsa defaulter as an honorable man,
and urge the Memphis niggers to elect
him Mayor. T. A. Hamilton, adver-
tised as one of the speakers in behalf of
this hero of the criminal records, evil
IDENTIFY became ashamed of himself, and
kept away. But w. ]. Smith didn't stand
on fine points. He was there as presi-
dent and principal speaker. Endorsing
little Beecher was labor of love. Like
a sweet morsel, he rolled the proprietor
Of the Onarga vest under his tongue; to
him the once possessor of the contro-
verted saw-logs was veritable Bayard.
For Smith to indorse Beecher was for
like to assimilate like. 1t is generally
understood that birds of feather flock
together y and as Smith pronounced
Beecher worthy, of course he regards
him fully as upright as himself
The audience comprised about two
hundred variegated Radicals, and thirty
or forty white Conservatives, the latter
drawn into the pot pourrito see the fur
fly should Col. Fitch be present and take
tilt at the Onerga postmaster and his
friends. After Smith concluded very
sickly speech, Grandmother Hunter OBJ.
tanned the floor and again her beauti-
fully rounded arms punctured the air in
search of silence. The caterwauling
having ceased, she sought to clear little
Beecher from the unpleasant charges
already male public by assuring the
niggers, on her honor, that the stories
we're simply naughty rebel inventions,
and that the nominee " was chaste as
ice. She then retired as gracefully as a
rhinoceros endeavoring to cuta pigeon
wing" on a soup-plate, being vigorously
applauded by three or four energetic
freedmen, and drunken white man, the
latter of whom escaped trip to the sta
tionhouse by presenting indubitable evil
dence of lunacy.
By this time nearly all the sombre
sovereigns" were asleep, sounding cat
calls through their fat noses and dream
ing of "'way down Souf in Dixie" 1t
was necessary to put an end to those
snore, and Blewis was popped into po-
sition as harlequin. This is part in
which he excels, and his performance
last night was of character that induces
US to cheerfully recommend him to Dan
CASTILLO, who will soon be here, and is
several persimmons and few gooseber-
ries in that line, himself. Blewis exhib-
tied his ivory, delivered himself of few
bowls, and by succession of grimaces
wherein that beatific alligator smile
played a prominent part, restored his
colored auditors to consciousness. He
grew facetious on Fitch, but Africa moi
perceiving exactly where the laugh came
in, poised two hundred and fifty pounds
of avoirdupois on the toe of his No. IL
and executed a pirouette as gracefully as
the most agile elephant ever imported
from the jungles. We once saw bear
dance, but the animal saved its reputa-
ton by becoming food for the frying-pan
before Blewis came on the stage. II
Dan CASTILLO doesn't want Blewis as a
harlequin we recommend Broom to en-
gage him for the Varieties as danseuse,
attire his sylph-like form in tights and
guaze, gewgaws and spangles, and an
nounce him as Taglioni No. 2. Audi
ences would crowd the doors in ava
lanches, aud in three months the
manager could sport six horse coach
and cut all his poor relations, Blewis
protracted his great dual performance Of
harlequin and ddnSeuse until receiving
the cue from ringmaster Smith, when he
subsidized, amid the enthusiastic applause
of the colored citizens, who declared
that "Massa Blewis beat Dan Rice and
dem mules bofe togedder-all holler."
Several efforts to get Col. Fitch on the
stand had failed. Finally Smith said he
wasn't afraid to hear Col. Fitch; then
Ham Carter said HE wasn't afraid to
hear Col. Fitch; then the crowd echoed
that THEY wern't afraid to hear Col.
Fitch; so Col Fitch, not being afraid to
hear Col. Fitch, mounted q chair and
opened his budget. This was the dessert
for which the Fitchites and the Conserva-
tives had waited. After giving Grand
mother Hunter sly kick or two, he
allowed that bruised and battered female
to 20 down for repairs. Blewis' epider-
mis- was quietly peeled off and rolled up
for the fret en.erprising soap-dealer who
might come along. The alligator smile
was succeeded by clouds, and Blewis'
classic frontispiece disappeared in his
overcoat collar. Blewis having remarked
that in his anxiety to rush to the front
when the war commenced, and inAugurate
the slaughter, Beecher had forgotten to
settle the little balance due the Govern
ment for stamps, Fitch explained
that even two years after the, war
the little Doctor had not found
time to settle; that the Doctor was a
contract surgeon in the army, and had no
doubt slaughtered his hundreds. | Laugh
ter BE then turned on poor Smith,
mentioning that when be (Fitch) was