The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-02-12
LOOKING FOR THE LEGISLATURE.
A Picture that May Interest our Embryo
Statesmen.
Detroit Free Press

l Statesmen.
| Detroit Free Press.]
Yesterday noon man about sixty-fve year
Iof age came up stairs into the local room o
this paper, and inquired:
" Is this whar the Legislator is ?"
ono, sir" replied the reporter, "tht
Legislature is in session at Lansing"
WAY off there, Ell % continued the roan
and took off his mittens.
| 'Yes; trains run twice o day. Pretty gooG
crowd out there by this time
| II don't care about the crowd" said the
old man, 81 want a lava new law"
| "Eh?"
"Yes, sir, want new law-sumthin' to
purtect old men like me-.
whats the matter-kow do you want to
be protecteds"
"My names Homer, replied the man as he
slowly fumbled inside his coat my names
Homer, and I'm an old man. What do you
| think did three months ago. Went and
head at that Yes, went and decided Ter a
farm, and gin her 5000 cash and married aer. "
'And you do not live happy"
sHappy! Young man, let me show you
sunthin- look at thatr'
And he unrolled piece of brown paper
ard displayed handful Of gray hairs, some
of which were blood stained
pulled right out Of my scalp only three
days ago" he went On. 'And see this ere
legr'
He pulled up his pants and exhibited black
and blue spot just above the shin.
'Struck there with f .t-ironr' he ex-
claimed; ''meant to hit me in the chest and
kill me at once, but / lodged. And, see
here!'
He opened his coat and vest and revealed
the fact that he had no shirt on, and conse-
quently nothing on which to button collar.
'Tore it offtn me two weeks ago!" he
whispered, "and she burned up my other
one I've bin around this way for forth ght,
almost doing by inches -
''Well, she must be regular wildcat" said
the reporter.
''Young man, if war to sit here and tell
you how that woman con lucts herself ye'd
have to hold yer hair down r' exclaimed the
old man, striking his leg ''No one knows
how she's heaved fiatirons at me, hit NE
with klubs, throwed water over me in bed,
pulled hair, jawed around and brought my
gray hairs in sorrow to the grave, Why what
do you think she called me this very morn
ing?"
"a cundurango, perhaps"
"Wussn't that, boy-far, far wus; she
called me an APOLLO:
''Possible!'
eyes, she did! Think of that, will ye-
think of man of my age, who has always |
paid his debts, and been honest, bein' set |
down with the pirates y
Its bad!' sighed the reporter, as long
pause ensued.
''It's awful-the awfulest kind of awful p
replied Homer. CIV got to stand it, but
want a law to protect other old men.
want a law to forbid any man over sixty from
marring' girl who isn't over twenty"
'That might be a wise law
Z" l can't go Lansin', he went on, "but you
kin help me. Put it in your paper-get up
IN excitement about it. Will you do this
Look at me- boy-look ne all over See how
have suffered. See how my head is.
"Ill help you all can.
"Do! Write to him. Write to him five
lines day I'm goin' hum to meet her,
md be pounded around and sassed and
awed, but if l know you are gettin' law
trough, Ill go to the grave feelin' good"
And he put on his mittens, took up his
ane, and was gone.