Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1880-02-21

young man in this city who has liking for
peeping into places where he has no business
to look Night before last he made an attempt
to investigate the interior of a young lady's
bedroom with most unsatisfactory results
He managed to get in the rear of the house,
and by putting some empty boxes one On top
of the other could command view of the in
terror of the apartment. Right along side of
him, however, was pit into which about a
thousand discarded oyster and fruit cans had
been thrown from place which had once
been occupied as restaurant. The elevation
on which the young man stood was not par
ticularly secure. He got his head above the
sill and there saw-well, what do you suppose
he sawl A young lady knitting pair of stock
ings for a poor woman living on the next
block. A moment later away went the boxes
and the peeping Tom fell into the pit of oyster
cans 1t was about seven feet deep and all
attempts to get out were unavailing. 1t was
worse than frog in a we'll and every time he
took one step he fell back three. The cans
rolled under his feet making an everlasting
treadmill for him. He kept moving his feet
and trying to make Roadway, but after he had
expended enough strength to have walked
treading water, as it were, in a sea of oyster
cans. Presently he stopped to catch his
breath and then sank down like q man in the
suicksands, until nothing but his head peered
ba 10 Of on
added to his diseonfortare was the appearance !
Of some dozen heads at various windows in |
the vicinity, attracted by the internal din of |
The clashing cans. The young lady, seeing |
aothing but the head, thought it was black
;at and threw some hot water at it, The
leigbors were dead sure that it was cat and
hurled bootjacks and old shoes until the poor
elbow was covered two feet deep with the
lebris. Finally throwing off all reserve he
lowled Justify for help and kind hearted po-
iceman got him out. Now the very sight of
n oyster can makes him sick
THF FIRST SCRAP BOOK. The Devil of the
APPBAL office has purchased one of Mark
vain S scrap books and the idea of collecting
tsrary gems has become an infataation with
i'm. Each morning he makes raid on the
xchanges with pair Of shears and cuts out
sraps for his book. He likes poetry best and
guided in his selection whollyby the length
the poem. The pages Of his scrap book
leasure nine inches from the top to the bot
I'M, and poem over nine inches long can
ad no place in the collection Everybody
aows what Mark Twain scrap book is, wit
tile bars of dry mucilage across the column
hich must be touched with wet brush be- .
re the scraps are put On. The APPEAL Devil 1
ITS his scrap book down on a table and passes
s tongue over the columns to make the mu-
lage wet He then lays GA his scraps of poe 4
y. Yesterday in his haste he pasted in
It of unclaimed letters from the Enterprise,
pposing it to be poem by Hector A Stew
PLghMERs NATURAL ELooUTIoN.- be-
re yesterday G. B. Plummer. the elocutioa-
, gave reading at the central school house. s.
Re selection was one from the Danbury NeaDs
titled, Saturday Night, and represented
Woman scolding her has band. One passage
ID, Now look here old fellow, you 60 right .
OK and wipe your feet. Just then the jan n
r happened to come in, and catching the
rds with Plummer looking toward him,
nmered out, GAN right WILL and rush
back almost wore out the door mat clean.
!, his brogans. The incident caused general
rriment with all present, and it was some