The Douglas independent. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 187?-1885, 1878-11-16
A War Between the Races.
New York Star Il

tAew York Star.
They met ID front of the Star office.
Two came from downtown and one la
bored along from the opposite direction.
The two former were Emerald Islanders
"a man and q woman-and the other
was gentleman Of the colored proc
sion. The former were full of alco-H
land, and the latter was loaded with beer
Sam brushed up against Patrick and his
better three-quarters, and the follow ing
diologue ensued
Ireland yez in the middle av the
shtreet if yez do that agin," said Pat
rick, as he braced himself up, "pll drive
the whole of yez out O. the town, SO
will
"You you couldn't drive a lath nail, .
said Sambo, as he clung to lamp-post.
Don't Jamaica fool Of yerself. l won't
Havana of yer foolin' if yer is white.
I'd lick you in FIVE minutes by Mr.. Bene-
diets watch"
Faith yez couldn't lick postage
sthamp. If yes don't Turkey walk
round the block I'll makes yes Turke-
stan on yer head in the middle av the
street, said Paddy, as his blood began
to cook
II don't Bolivia can do it, and | think
Cuba ter not. I'll never let Mick
wallep me. You bet China yer will. .
And Cuffee turned pale with rage.
@India think I'd fight wild der loike O.
yes2 Guiana, I'll break. your nose.
s1celand-ed many better man nor
you on his head" said Cuffee, as turned
away in disgust eff / ever hit yer yell
think mocolotif kicked yer wifi its
stokesmack."
'tPhat Mexico-lored mans lips sthick
out SO r. asked Mrs. Paddy, anxious to
get word in.
81 kin tend ter dis man, Portugal,
you keep still does yer hyar mel I'm
shoutin'."
''Spain yer debts yerd oughter be an
not insultin' dacint people on ther
sthreets," retofted Mrs p.
'sFaith / Hayti nagur ~ said Paddy,
coming to the rescue of the woman he
boards with.
eff ever hits yer, Irish, yer folks II
have ter Prussia up and carry yer home
in piller case" retorted the professor of
the whitewash.
'sIf that fist ever sthreks you, Italy've
you for dead, said Patrick as he held up
five pounds and a-half of bone and mus
Gle.
"Uruguay-n ter have nice time kill
in dis niger" and Cufee showed pair
of teeth that reminded the reporter of a
graveyard on moonlight night.
Things were becoming entertaining.
The men were of about the same build,
but Fat had the advantage of having an
army In reserve. Mrs. P. looked as if
she could knock a mule over with blow
of her fist She had divested herself of
her hat and shawl, aud her eyes glist-
ened as if she meant business. Her
face bore many scars, and she had evi-
IDENTIFY been one of the principals in
many hard-fought battle.
s'Come on, Pat" said she, San don't
be foolin' wud der nagur. Faith, it's der
Sweden'd of sour pickle yez'd oughter
have, yez dirty, ould, charcoal-colored
omadhon"
"Dat's all right now; dat's all right
but don't yer let that man hit me, or |
tell yer I'll make Greece spot out of
him. I amt crazy, if I am d fool.
If you folks think am, come ON, both
of you"
s.Oh, you're foine feller, so ye are.
I'll bet me ould dress aginst a dhrap ay
the chratur that Pat Wales We in foive
seconds" said the Amazon, as she patted
the old man on the back.
'sDenmark what I says. If he ever
attempts it yer folks'll Peru-se his name
in der noospapers in der mornin'."
Pat made a Russia-t the colored man,
and they clinched. When they fell on
the sidewalk together Cufee was on top.
It was only for an instant, however, for
soon after Mrs P. assumed that emf
nenee. Ever an anon, in striking at
Cuffee, Pat would hit the old woman,
and when she tried to pull the enemy's
hair she would get into the wrong pew
and yank out handfuls of her husbands
Finally Cuffee aimed blow at her which
took her fair between the two eyes, and
she rolled into the gutter. Then he be-
gan to Norway at Pats ear, and the re-
porter left.