The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1877-02-19


distinction enough for one man in a
beauty-loving nation.
Senator Cooper. Of Tennessee. has
los. bis wife and Eve children in the
five years he has served in the Senate.
Sens.or Jones, Of Nevada, smoke:
the best cigars. works Ike beaver
and knows more about the Ndoabl,
Standard than any other Senator.
So endeth the chapter. Figure has
written with malics toward none an,
charity toward all" Politics bald and
unrelievsd stale on the most partisan.
lie, as have. Mr. Editor, one column
which shall be as the shadow of q
grea. rock in weary land" Deride
wrinkled care. and if suffers. chaplain.
aud beef contractors should bring on a
|. war We can laugh siege away.
The LOBBY.
Where the carcass is the eagles gath
er. and now that the appropriation
bills are in hand the whole flock is cir.
cling down. Eagles. hawks, ravens,
| cosmorants and buzzards. George
Chorpenning. Of the *. X" Chor-
pening claim. stands before the main
door Of the House, as i,nmovable as the
Pompeiian sentry who died at his post
wrapped in lava Judge Bardwell
Stolte. of the Cohosh "deestick, re-
fers to it in the committee room as the
X. K Chorpenning claim.
Boudinot, tall, long haired. swathy
and picturesque, leans gracefully against
the photograph stand. ogling the strong
minded women, and hrooding over the
wrongs Of his race. His claim is Just
and therefore almost hopeless.
DR.. Mary Walker. dressed in . garb
which would dull the edge Of hus-
bandry," if pretty marriAgeable maid
ems wore it. saunters about in quest Of
nosoriety and suffrage.
Sam Ward, the Gordon Neue. is sadly
missed. both in the lobby and q: Well
eker's. His scepter lies where he laid
il down. Like Charlemsgne's. none
dare lift it, A petit souper with the
king Of the lobby is red letter day in
the life Of Western member, and .
set dinner is feast for gods. Mr.
Ward was seen in Williard's lately
with trutfle in his button hole and y
nosegay Of ehampignons in his hand.
When he came or what he came for
none could tell. He melted away like
the light and airy fabric Of an omelette
songsee. 1t is more than probable,
though. that he is here to teach Baron
Shiskin the art Of giving diplomatic
dinners. A state spread Of English
a. hna nd
French wines and Mocha coffee might
so far toward convincing the kitchen
cabinets Of these embroiled kingdoms
that they would make bad mess of it
by getting into stew over Turkey.
Adolph Sutro, of tunnel fame. 10 ON
deck again. Presidents may come and
Presidents may go. but that tunnel
goes on forever. The tunnel has new r
been of benefit to any one. 80 it is
likely that Sutro is trying to dig an
easy road to hell that the honest miners
may find their way to their final desti-
nation without going around by grog
shops. faro banks and queer houses.
ASS dernier resort. if the cribbage
committee of fifteen two and one for
his nob). should fail to agree upon
which cheated the most in the election.
Figaro suggests that committee be
appointed who shall represent the true
interests of the people. A committee
which knows what the people want and
what is best for them to have. Names
which would command confidence and
are free from the promptings OF per-
sonal interest and ambition. Billy
McGarrshan, Sam Ward. Mrs. General
Gaines. George Chorpenning and
Adelph Sdtro could settle this matter
within one hour after each had seen
both candidates priystely.
Don Piatt who caused as much grief
in the bosoms Of some of our best and
pnrest citizens. as the Yarmouth of
Louisiana is causing to Packards tot
tering government. has gone away and
left his newspaper in charge OF A. G..
Buell. His instructions were pithy and
brief Make it respectable enough
for people to be glad rm gone, and
dull enough to make them wish Was
back" Whatever may be Don's sins
Of omission OF commission, his absence
''eclipses the eaye,y of nations" "