Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1881-03-26

! learned to read and write in the Wis
cousin penitentiarv. Listen 70 this:
There Is al old clam up in Fargo
Who buys al his rum by the cargo,
He gets drunk and spucs
And calls il The News
And then IA" whole gang to the bar 20
II haven't heard from him since, but
! he II get around to me by and by Here's
little criticism on our opera-llCuse that
was regarded very highly when it was
pupped: Manager Paul is giving q
hiSh-toncder performance than our
citizens have Il right 10 expect for two
bits. He has engaged the beautiful
Ganbetta for two weeks, and FOR high,
artistic kicking she has no pceress. Her
st'nding Jump shows careful thought
and study, and her toe whirls are un.
prccedcnted in the history Of the ballet.
Mr.. Paul has shored up the east end
Of his minstrel troupe with the Justly
celebrated Pa,sey Maginnis, the best
bone of modern eras. We are sorry to
chronicle row at this temple of Thes-
plan virtue last night and we recon.
mend Manager Paul if Shang John
son comes monkeying around there
again to crack his nut with bottle
And hc did it, TOO 1t shows the power
Of the press
How are YOU on the political ques-
'ion?" asked The Eagle.
We'll, we purport to hc democratic.
but men makes a difference 1t depends
Oh who is nominated. We supported
klingman for city marshal, though he's
a republican. We got around It in this
way. We said While the radical par.
~ is pig-headed as a freight mule ON all
questions Of Importance, yet we have
pledge from Tom Klingman that he will
not use the Office Of marshal to affect the
tariff, and We will bet four hundred to
two fifty that he will go through the
canvass as the coroner goes through the
pockets Of dead ngger.' Klingman
put up pretty well and stood to win on
that racket"
II suppose your paper is confined to
local matters. You don't do much in
the way Of general literature" said The
Eagle, by way Of keeping up CONVERSE
ton.
There. where you're on your back
again. 1t comes high, but our people
vii! have it. See this story from Har-
! pcr's billed down to half cOluma. but it
, gives all the facts. Then here's q poem
! by my daughter. She is a powerful.
singer when she's fed up to it. Boiled
beet sets her going and a bottle of beer
fetches the balance. How does this
strike you? This is hern. Its called
I "Ude to Night"
THE Evening for her bath of dew
| Is partially uudress d,
! The sun behind bobtail flush
Is setting III the west
The Plants light the heavens with
The flash OF their cigars
The Sky has put It's night shirt On
And buttoncG !; with stars
love the tiuid shrinking Night
Its shadow and its dew
love the considerations bright
So old and yet 50 new
love Night better than the Day,
For people looking on
! Can't oce me sainning round to ne,
My own, my darling John
you don't get any better truck than
that in the east, YOU see, our peope
have got to have the first chop or bust.
1t llvens paper up, too, this poetry,
and its fat for the printers. Here's q
little thing dashed right of on The
Iankton Nindicator for claiming that l
swindled the government on hay con-
tract:
"A deiirious Yankton reporter
Has been pitching into The Shorter,
We find he's the man
Who adopted plan
To kill his wife rathcr'n support her.
| "He amt been seen since. Well,
pard, / must get out on the trail. If
you're ever out Deadwood way, drop
down the chimney and see me. You
might as well put me on your exchange
list, and You ever pick up an item
you can't use drop me line and I'll
pay you little somthing. SO long"
Parties dcsirous of examining the files
of The Up Gulch Shorter, hereafter, will
do we'll to call at The Eagle Office before
going elsewhere.