The People's vindicator. [volume] (Natchitoches, La.) 1874-1883, 1880-11-20
A Westerncr Searching for Society.

"WHAT want to see," said Den
yer man, as he alighted from the train
at Manhattan Beach, "what l want to
see is some of your boasted civilization.
amt much on the swell myself, but
want to see some top-shelf society.
That's what want. Now Just parade
your Astors and your Vanderbits and
yourJay Goulds, Knickcrbockers, and the
other ancients right before my presence.
Don't be any way skeered of me. These
clothes only cost SIS, and I'm no way
stuck up. want to see some tone.
Cut me q thick slice of high life. l
came long piece to see the fa>hiona-
bles, and if they're in condition Just
pull off the blankets and trot EN- for
ward"
els there any thing l can do for you,"
asked the manager, cOurteously, motto.
ing the crowd gathering.
"Right YOU can, stranger. / come
MORN a bushel of miles to see this eli.
mate, and want the attractions spread
SO l can examine the layout. / can
throw some money myself, but what |
want to see is style. Tell 'em not to
hide on my account. Just walk some of
the dignitaries up and down before me
couple of times. l want to see their
points. Fetch me out couple Of we'll
matched high steppers and give 'em
their heads"
"All the people you see around you,
sir, are first. class people. They move in
our highest circles and belong to the
aristocracy," explained the manager.
"Are you giving it to me straight,
partner? All these fellows way-up>?
Who's the philosopher with his breeches
tucked in his socks?'
"That's Yale young gentleman,
come on vacation
IL don't want that kind. Show me
a high daddy, one of 'em that gets their
name in the paper for going to whoop-
ing weddings and is called the eight.
Pick me out some Astors. That's the
trout I'm throwing tor"
81 don't think any of Mr.. Astor's
family are here to-day. That stout gen.
tleman with side whiskers belongs to
one of the first families in New York.
He is very popular young man, and
leads in the germans"
"Ain't big enough. Haven't you got
couple Of heads of Vanderbilt, or a
Jay Gould or so anywheres? You see,
stranger, I've read about those fellows
and I'd like to greet 'em with cordial
ity. What l want is to wabble fins with
the satin lined. That Yale man and
the boss leg singer in the Dutch fan.
dango amt new. We see them home
when they string for tourists. I'm on
to them, but what l want is the bal
Icons, the soarers. Throw your pick
Ak and see if the wash don't pan better
dirt. Strikes me your rock don't assay
pretty we'll this evening. Where's the
mob?"
"These are the best people l know of
to-day" said the manager in despair,
mir. Vanderbilt is not here, nor IS Mr..
Could"
saint YOU got any Knickerbockers
on draught? Don't you keep the best
in stock? You'd make out to starve in
Denver, if you wasn't interfered with,
partner. When man throws himself
Tor hote!er in those parts, he Keeps the
nigh toned population right out in front
md shored up behind. You don't seem
t, have much experience in running
)eef-a-la. mode rancho. Just begun,
haven't you? Il was in your place ia
nave them Goulds and Knickerbockcrs
aud Vanderb!lts and Astors ranged
light along the troot edge Of the back
toop, splitting at chip for drinks and
he first one that broke gravel would
ay his bar bill or 90 home bare head
d; now, y,u hear me- What You
want, stranger. is enterprise. All
.ou've got is shed and some water,
md if your liquor amt any better'n
our judgment, I'm Going back dry"
"You will find every tang Er>t.c'ass
aere, Think, "argued The manager. ''We
Aim-"
"Just so, chief, but you don's hit.