The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1877-06-07
I Panorama of the Mar.

days.
4 Panorama of the War.
This is a street scene in Kars. We
don't know who seen it, but we know it
was saw. Probably some Russian car
it. The city is in a state of siege.
The gentleman in the foreground, feeling
over his head for the ground, is private
gentleman in a Cossack regiment. He is
not feeling very well. He is i'll. A mo-
ment ago he met fifteen-inch shell, and
was too busy to get out of the way. His
stomach, lungs, and swallowing thing
went on with the shell, and hewill never
smile and never enjoy a square meal
again. His comrades wish to send for
the doctor. He declines. He says he
does not need him. He is right. He
can die without him. The doctor will
weep when he learns the COssack is lead.
He will bend over his lifeless form, and
then he will weigh it, and put it in an
item, to the last ounce, as a tumor he
removed from a gentleman in Scott
county. Truly, in the midst of life we
are in death.
The gentleman in gunny-bag trousers
and long pipe is Turk. He is the
friend of the American journalist who
uses him to make puns of. He will not
last much longer at the rate the Ameri-
can journalist is using him up. This is
all that anybody knows about the Turk
OF Turkey. Move the panorama on.
That is q Russian general. See the
wide landscape stretching away in the
dim distance. Let ner stretch-it doesn't
cost us anything. You cannot see the
Russian general for his name, but he's
there all the same. You can smell his
breath. He eats tallOw candles. This
makes him light-hearted. His name
comes in by the big rock on the left, fol-
lows the course of the meandering
brook in the valley, Whips slowly up the
mountain side, and disappears in the
direction of Ulpblowitch. 1t is nine
miles long, without titles. When his
mother used to call him up to breakfast,
| she started at nine o'clock p. m, took a
long breath, and talked it off till morning,
This is a telegraph office. The bright
| looking young man at the table is q
| Western Union operator. The little
/ brass and steel thing ticking away on the
table is the instrument. The operator
is very easily distinguished from the in
strument. He cannot talk so fast as the
instrEGle-ItU but he can sleep a great dea
more. He is going to sleep now. The
man leaning over the counter is heart
less citizen, who has the cheek to asl
the operator TO send a dispatch for him
The operator takes the message. But h
does not send it. Hehasn' time. He lose
nine games of checkers while that either
W ordering why he doesn't get any re
ply to his dispatch. Then the Citizel
starts out to walk to the place and see
, the man. He finds him, and, soon ate
Z - ! %ol oI0
The citizen remembers and recognizes 1t
. He is affected to tears. The operate
, finds him, and charges him forty cent
for sending the message, forty-fve cent
for the wear and tear of the instrument
fifty cents for the strain on the nervOu
system, sixty cents fer collecting rate o.
message, sixty-fve cents on general prin
ciples. He learns afterward that tn
citizen yet has some money left, and h
is going back in the morning to borroT
it of him.
This is Constant O'Nople. He is tn
leader of the muscle-men. All tn
O'NOples are muscular men. COnstan
O'Nople isn't afraid of St. Petersburg
He isn't even afraid ola BID burg. Til
sound of the bucksheesh is heard in tn
distance.
This is a Christian martyr in ROuma
MIA. He leans up against the awning
post, and remarks that there isn't an,
use in ROumaniang around there an.
longer. He is a book agent. He ha
been kicked down three pair of stairs
chased through an alley, bit by tw,
dogs, been hit by poker, slapped with
boot-iack, had a lump raised on hin
with barrel-stave, been punched into
cistern, got lost twice in strange streets
| hoaV, nrragtaI four fIroog an oharupE n
vagrancy and on general suspicion, beel
chased out of town once as a swindleT
whipped by a draYman, robbed of hi
watch, lost his hat, been called $4,000
different kinds of names, and sold tw
books, one of which the man took an,
never paid for, and on the other he mad
a gross profit of eighty-twO cents. He
not rich, is this bOok-agent. You ma
publish a book of your own you will
want sold some day.
The isle of Greece. "The isles c
Greece, where burning SapphO loved an
, sung" The Isles OF Greece are prObabl
kerosene isles. The isles where Sapph
burned were undoubtedly the same kind
Started the kitchen fire with them
/ There is the lie in the gallon tin CA
under the table. That is Sappho swear
= ing at the stove because it won't draw
r and looking for the kerosene. She
going to make a balloon az censiOn in
few minutes, and just as like as not sh
2 will FORGET to go outdoors before sh
starts up through the roof int the blu
s c0rulean dome above. The aisles wher
, she loved and sung were different aisles
= in the church probably. She wa
: naughty, to a degree, but rather nice
| The isles of Greece are in no name
t connected with the ex-iles of Erin
= The gentleman to the right of the pic
= ture, in a linen tunic and a classic nose
2 is a Grecian. They all wore noses c
t the same pattern. The gentleman dow
-. the valley Is a wiper at the b. q NJ
shops. He is just going down to rub u
old 29S, that had to be pulled off tn
: bridge by a switCL-eDgine the other day
This Is a milliEer's clerk. He IS goiD
to enlist in the suffers department. Sc
his cuffs hang out over his hands. II
; wears three and a half boot And
2 hat two sizes smaller. He does not wCr
because he has to. Salary is no ObieC
/ to him. Neither is it TO his employer,
They consequently pay him eleven do
men. They would pay him half as muc
rather than have him disconnected. II
would make excellent fish-bait. He i
going to war, but he does not kno,
which side he will fight on. He can
tell until he sees which uniform i
most becoming to his cOmplexiOn.---Bu
tingtOn Hd10keye.
A Singular Fact.
a recent traveller in Mexico, who Wis