The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1881-01-28

Kase I wants Ter max quarter TO- ser BY
Then the nsorchonde de calas, or vend-
or Of rice cakes, came along crying:
Belle ealas, tout ch0ssd, I" followed 81
the charcoal man, singing:
"Charcoaly, coaly. coaly. coaly. TO- 70 reeeh
charcoalS 10 70 nieey gan .-ssanin' At y
My hcssy' e is very Wits. de coaly max me-
Com up . an by. s's very 'hesp' ten pieazyons
As the last notes Of the charcoal vend-
er's song died out upon the air l was
startled, on turning the corner, by tho
loud, piercing cry Of . vicious-looking
italian, shouting:
'"Teen-arfeexy, madam!"
Being of somewhat nervous temper.
ament, his unearthly yell caused me to
jump two feet in the air. When I
struck terra firma found myself face to
face with dark-haired SON Of Italy.
We eyed one another for fully three
minutes. I am certain he enjoyed the
sudden jump his terrible yell caused me
to take, for as turned to 90 I noticed
that cunning smile overspread his
dark, grim visage.
1 soon got over my fright, and when
I reached the center Of the square ON
Burgundy, near Orleans Street, was
approached by q sickly looking China
man, sswith smile childlike and bland"
who thrust handful of cigars under my
nrohoscis and said.
aCiglar, sir?"
elbow much?':
"Floo flo plicaryoon; he de belly bes'
Hablana." .a
didn't doubt that they were; but
one thing I can say, they were the larg-
est cigars ever saw. l thought that II
I purchased two of them would be
obliged to hire boy to carry one while
l smoked the other; so, taking in con-
sideration the extra expense, and, be-
sides the great danger of losing my bal
ance in crossing bridges, simply said:
"They are very cheap, John; but
have you no smaller ones?'
"Him all me glot. Me habbee slom
mo- to-moller."
can right, John; I'll come down and
take box from you tomorrow. Good
by"
"Bly-bly," echoed John, as I turned
the corner.
That's the last I'll see of that almond
eyed son of the Celestial Empire. Had
l purchased those "ciglars" would
have been lying "under the sod and the
dew" and my spirit would already be
waiting patiently on the golden shore,
with club in hand, to receive the al
mond-eyed individual that caused me to
leave this world with lock-jaw. When
I reached the corner of Orleans Street
met an old negro, whose song is familiar
to every person below Canal Street. He
carried q basket on his head, and was
followed by five or six innocent-looking
dogs.
"What do you sell, old man?'' I
asked.
81 sells Ldta,aier an swamp-lily."
"What is the swamp-lily used for?'
"Ef you bile it an max good strong
tea, it's gwine to break de hardis' kind
ob fever nine times out of ten. De La
tanier is a root used by de creoles TO-
scrubbin' purposes. DEFY mix a little
yellow ocher in clear water an dis heah
root brings de fio's an kitchen tables
JUS as clean as white silk. Dey beats
desc heah hair scrubbin' brushes dat
mos oh de white people use nova
days.
"Do you sell many of them?'
"Well, yes. gives two TO- a nickel,
an four oh dem ill las JUS as long as
one of desc hair brushes. De creole
families use dem altogedder.''
When I left the old negro he stood on
the corner and sang:
" Latanier, madam! OLatanser! Good scrub.
Dey's de bes' ter clean 20 kitchen, an de din
in'roOm an hall.
Two pieces TO- nickel! Latanier is wat
cry;
An if you want a scrubbin'- brush, wy come
along an by"
Passing out Orleans Street, met q
little Italian vender with q string of gar
lie thrown across his shoulder, yelling:
''Garleek, madam!" Another was cry
ing: ''Bon nsarche, madam! Nice ap-
pellie an orangee dime Dozen" Then
an old darkey came along shouting:
''Close-poles!" followed by little leu
ton crying: Sausage, sausage, dhree
links for q dhime!"
the vendors yell:
" Banany! Appulsl Onyonsp' and "Nice
oysters in re she'll"
Then comes the Italian vender with his "gar-
leek" on a string,
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