The Louisiana cotton-boll. [volume] (Vermilionville [i.e. Lafayette], Attakapas, La.) 1872-1883, 1879-12-11
A School.House Location Settled.

Yesterday afternoon there was one man
in the crowd around the City Hall who
said he must have a personal interview
with the President if it broke his
suspenders He had come twenty-eight
miles in a lumber wagon on purpose to
see the cod man" and have him settle
neighborhood dispute regarding the
location of a school-house.
You see" he explained to an interest
ing knotof listeners, /" the Thomas crowd
are bound and determined to locate the
school-house down there by the Wilder
HulPs, which is the worst place on the
hull road, while the rest of us want it
up on the Jackson hill, which is airy and
salubrious and handy to two creeks and
a mill-pond. The Thomas crowd are
cracking their heels just now, and they
think they've got the bulge on us, but |
rather think if the President Of the
great United States decides in favor of
the hill the school2house will be planted
there. It's little dodge of mine to see
him. The Thomas crowd don't even
suspect what I'm up to, and when [
reach home tonight there'u be wailing
and gnashing Of teeth, and don you rec
ollect itw
There were men in the crowd who
sympathized with him and were willing
to aid him in securing an interview. 1t
took only about ten minutes to, 50 ar
range matters that the schocl-hOuse man
was walked around to the southern en-
trance of the hall and introduced to ex-.
Coroner Cahill, who looks as near ike
h lac nrlTf HD1r
The President" bowed, shook hands,
and with n kindly smile inquired:
"Well, Mr.. Slammer, what can [ do
for you? Don't be afraid to speak right
out used to wear out old clothes and
carry red nose myself, and | am ready
to sympathize with you"
Mr.. Slammer WINGED a little at this
personal alIusion, which was responded
to by horse laugh from the little
crowd, but he soon got his breath and
began:
Well, you perhaps don't know the
Thomas crowdP
Il" Yes do-you bet dop responded
the President" and they are mighty
good crowd of boys, too"
"They-are-eh? ~ slowly inquired Mr..
S1aEaner. Why, don't think So"
"I can't help what you think blunt
ly replied the President as he cooked his
hat on his ear. 81 tell you the boys are
all right, and I'll bet on 'em every time.
You can't give me no wind on that
crowd no sir?'' ua-
"Then-then you've heard about that
school-house trouble, eh?' grasped Mr..
Slammer.
Yes, l have, and you've got to come
right down off the roost That school
house is going to be built down by the
Widow HulPs, and don't you forget it,"
"What! down thar in the holler?'
eyes, sir-that's the place for it; can't
get me to favor putting any school
house on your internal old hillp
Waal, Mr.. President, I'm sorry that
"sorry be hangedI" interrupted the
"chief magistrate" in gruf voice.
"What do / care how sorry you are"
Why-why-p g.Es.a
"Don't you why at me, sir--don't you
do it! Although Pm President Of the
United States Ill allow no man to why
at meW
Why-p' slst
"You villainp' roared the executive
as he made a grab for Mr.. Sammer's col
lar, but Mr.. Slammer stepped back about
ten feet at that moment and was hustled
around the corner.
"WellP inquired one Of the party as
they came to halt. ~
"Waal, I'll be durnedP' hoarsely Whis-
pered Mr.. Slammer. "Why, hang it, I
not only got bilked on the schocl-house
business, but come mighty near gettin'
blazes knocked out of me ~ - ~
Something wrong, somewhere, " sighed
one Of the jokers.
:" I'll tell you what it isl replied Mr..
Slammer, striking his finger down at
every word-"he's been sawri! Some of
that Thomas crowd has got in ahead Of
me and cut all the wheatm rf