The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1875-11-01
LOCAL NEWS.


A larger and more varied audience
was in attendance at the popular Linde-
man Varieties this morning than usual.
Scores unable to find seats stood for
hours, with their neeks craned, listening
to the sweet music that emanated from
the sweat t-box. Manager Corney had
his hands full, and Dean Ramsey's
stuffed-club was in frequent requisition,
poundingon' the sounding-board call for
''order." When His Honor cast his eye
on the semi-circular seat where sat the
artists billed for this mornings perform
ance, be detected the familiar faces OF
some of them whose acquaintance he had
made before. and solemnly shook his
head. That means business.
Mary King had the pleasure of inter-
viewing his Honor hrst. This lady is not
a stranger ON the boards. She's been
out the road several times, and is, as the
officer said, IAN old timer" sMary, you
come up again ON the same old charge
drunk and diserderly. Instead OF wend-
Ing your way to Church last night, as a
decent woman should, you fortiiy your
self with bug juice aud goprancing out
TO the classic precincts OF Bucktown.
DO you want to 20 out and see your old
quarters in the, big buiding?' "Oh,
now, Mr.. Lindeman, DON'T send me
lhere-doRt Let me 20, dear, and I'Ii
60 over to Newport" Listen, Mary
Your anxious friends in kentucky, who
are expecting to see your cheerful face,
will be disappointed tnis time. Make it
thirty days."
Next waitzes up little woman in
striped shawl and ibare-headed. She an
swers to the lame OF Maggie OBrien.
Its tue same old story, told over again
drunk. She pleads guilty. "Maggie, if
you hadn't told frankly tnat you were
drunk last night, your tishy eyes and
pale face would speak in trumpet tones,
and say the same old drunk You cer-
tainly have liking for this place, you
come here so often. DO you want to go
upr' $50 help me God, Judge, if YOU
let me off this time I'll sign the pledge
for six months" "That little story don't
20 down, my fair friehd-you've sung
that song to me before. Take her down. !.
Make it ten days in the Work-house." 77-'
Here comes, IRON sixteen miles down
the river, a decently, even handsomely,
dressed female, and her name is Lizzie
Kelly. "Miss Kelly" said his Honor,
l''ii ynn had kept away from this biz, bad
city, the attractions OF which seem to be
too many for you, 1t would not have
been necessary for the officer here to
gather you up In his aims and lug you
to the lookup. You were fearlully,
'shamefully drunk. What have you to
say for yourselfW ."Well, your Honor,
i came up to the city to git me some
clothes, so did, and took drop or SO
with me friends, and suppose 1t went
to me head" Sand you went to the
jug' Yesi Well, Lizzie, as this is your
tifst appearance, and as you seem to be
pretty we'll up In your part, Pll give you
q chance" At this she felt SO good that
she skipped around the table and, de-
posted $2 in scrip with Clerk Bender.
John Melvin" at this sound, out
from the anxious seat popped small.
sized, hack-bearded man, dressed in
light pants, a shirt that was probably
white wears ago, its rents in front and
rear disclosinga red Garibaldi shirt. In
his hand he carried a old felt hat that
had evidently done good service az a
door-mat. This distinguished hooking
parsonage was none other than "Happy
Jack''--a regular vag and station-house
lsnoozer. "Jack," said the Court, .syou
are nuisance.1 "Yes, your Lordship,
that's tthue for ye, but ii you'll be gentle
lon me I'll brace up and find some work
and live a dacent man," s.Your prom
Iises, my Italian friend, are like pie crust,
easily broken. You have no home. pli
give you a resting place, for awhile at
least, When you come out Of the retreat
that will be honored by your presence
now, the January winds will whistle up
your breeches legs and say, Hunt up a
JOB, Jack! Make " ninety days."