Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1880-06-16
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hero about two o'clock yesterday
afternoon Mr. Robb found single
Gilman an at work, ironing. A puil
of wooden shoes, protrudiug IRON the
top Of a box behind Il screen, with O
pair Of linen legs attached, seemed To
indicate that the solitary Chairman
bad iellow.workman, who at that
precise moment seemed to be recuper.
ating his frame with sleep. The
enumerator had quite a satisfactory
interview with the solitary Chinaman,
as the following dialogue shows:
"Do you speak English p said the
enumerator.
"Spcakee English p repeated the
Chinaman, looking at him slspiciously,
as though he suspected q joke.
What's your name?" said the
onumerator.
"My name ?" said the Chinaman.
Um, said the enumerator, nodding;
"your name p ..-
"Namee ?" said the Chinaman, look.
ing searchingly at the enumerator, as
though positive he was being made
fool Of
"Yes, said the enumerator. Name,
name" he continued, making motions
on his paper with pencil,
"Whatee fol ?" said the Chinaman.
Census" said the enumerator
Census 2" repeated the Chinaman,
still with that suspicious look.
"Census," said the cnumerator look.
ing at the Chinaman. The Chinaman
looked at the enumerator and the
enumerator looked at the Chinaman,
and both looking as though they knew
that each considered the other fool.
"pm taking the census" said the
enumerator, spreading out his paper
on pile Of smooth linen and trying to
demonstrate. "The census-names,
ages, occupations, everything.
EbelythingY repeated the China
man, curiously.
" How many Of you are here p said
the enumcrator.
How many hclo p repeated the
Chinaman.
" Yes" " said the enumeratori eagerly,
" how many?'
Glow many?" repeated the China.
man again.
Write it down" said the enumera.
tor, showing his paper and pencil
toward him.
"Lite it DOWN. repeated the China
man, inquiringly, resuming his iron.
"Can you write English ?" said the
enumerator, showing the paper and
pencil temphngly near the Chinaman.
"Lite English ?" repeated the China.
man, composedly following his eyes
the course of the iron.
"Write it down in your own Ian.
guago," said the enumerator with sud
den eagerness after moments pause.
"Oh, - it, no" he said in the next
breath chat wouldn't do me any
good, either"
u mats your name :" persisted The
enumerat4.
"Youl nance p repeated the China
man, stopping his work at the appeal.
ing look of the enumerator.
ayes" said the enumerator II must
write your name down her." and he
showed the Chinaman a lot of the other
names, 81 have everybody's name
here, and | want your name to put
down with them"
The Chinaman nodded as though o
faint CLEAN of intelligence shot athwart |
his benighted mind, and he nodded.
"Wbat is your name ?" said the
enumerator ooaxingly.
"Charlie," said the Chinaman.
"Charle whati" said the enumer-
ator, beginning to write it down.
"Charlie ebelything, said the China.
man, resuming his iron.
After a while the enumerator got
the Chinaman to say that his name
was Hoo Lam. Further and more
persistent inquiry, however modified |
this title down to Hoo Ling and thus
it went down in the enumerator's book. |
GLOW many of you are here 2' asked |
the enumerator.
"Two," said the Chinaman, sullcnly.
whats his name ?" said the enum
orator pointing to the wooden shoes.
81 lont low said the Chinaman.
"Dont know 2' said the enumerator
AYES you do"
The Chinaman did not answer, but |
went on ironing.
"Whats bis name? ?n repeated the
"Sing," said the Chinaman,
whats his first name said the |
The Chinaman said he didn't know
and the enumerator went and walked |
up the wooden shoes. He seemed u
good deal put out at being thus dis
turbed.
What's your name p said the enum-
orator.
"Whatee fol p said the wooden shoes. |
Census" said the enumerator, tap.
ping his paper "whats your name p
"Lout low" said the wooden shoes
After awhile he said it was Sing but
would not tell what his first name was,
so it went down on the paper as All |
Sing The cnumerator says he is glad |
there are no more Chinese in his dis.
friot