The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1876-11-01
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3lstR when writing Iettersp
III ae only knew who will be elect
ed, we would have hats enough to open
a hat store Immediately after election.
We met a man yesterday who never
heard a word about the Black Hills.
His friends talk TO him on their fingers.
1t is said that when a man is full
of whisky he can't freeze. We daily
meet men who anticipate a terrible cold
snap.
An the religious training of early
childhood yanishes from a mans mem
DRY when he takes hold of a hot lamp
chimney.
Don't hard words come bubbling
right up in your throat when you step
down a low place in the sidewalk, not
knowing it was there?
Game will choose all kinds of
places in which to secrete itself. We
saw an antelope hide behind a box in
front of UIlman's market yesterday.
The first lesson in roller skating is
very simple. All you have to do is,
shut your eyes, strike out boldly, sit
down on the floor quickly, and swear.
Let's send a train loaded with poi
soned whisky through the country
where those Indians can capture it, and
thus settle the yexed question at one
move.
See the value of advertising. A
lost pocket-book was advertised in the
Laramie Chronicle and seventeen men
called for it before the paper was an
hour old.
They blow all overthe country when
an eastern rife sport makes a bulls eye,
but we have plenty of teamsters in
Cheyenne who make a bull sigh every
time they fling their heavy whips.
Some one says:
~ 10 a' io sSs q si II @Ssi them Ss1 G nos h sis ' si.'s'
We know several men who daily
sing: .
IT'S sweet TO love, but not SO sweet
To git n girl-then ind you're beat"
There is one man in Cheyenne who
looks upon the advent of cold weather
with feelings almost akin to horror. He
has five manageable daughters, and
his credit amt worth a snap at the
coal dealers. ..l :
"A woman's hand. How beautifully
moulded, how faultless in symmetry,
how soft and white and yielding, and
oh, how much Of gentle memory its
pressure conveys! And yet with what
devilish accuracy it can watt a fiat iron
toward manhood's retreating form.
We sat in our sanctum window
yesterday and counted 70 dogs of all
shapes, sizes, colors, and dispositions,
and were informed by an urchih that
the bulk of the city CANNES were chas-
ing a lame steer in the northern part of
town. Has the law been read to these
"animals" lately?
We followed n man for three blocks
yesterday, thinking he was intent upon
numbering some one. He gesticulated
wildly, and continually muttered inco-
herent curses, 1--WE thought). Our hum
CRY pencil disappeared like lightning
into its resting place when we. learned
that the gentleman was a contractor,
and was figuring on a load of freight to
Deadwood. How ieeting all our bright
est anticipations. ~ tMs
Cheyenne is remarkably quiet after
the closing of the theatres. Naught
can be heard but the measured tramp
of the policeman, the serenade of the
thomas cat, the snore of some unfortu-
nate tramp who has curled up for the
night in a goods box, and the dull
''thud' of the rolling pin as it descends
upon the head of some unfortunate
benedict who ought to have kept away
from them nasty saloons.r