Mexico weekly ledger. (Mexico, Mo.) 1855-1956, 1881-04-21
MEXICO, MO, THURSDAY, APRIL 21,

EXPLOITS OF THE SOCIETY MAN.
A New Hand at the Bellows ON the Brook
lyn Eagle Who Wants to Come Home.
The Brooklyn Eagle tells it thus !:
swell, how did you get along at
the party last night?" asked the city
editor of new reporter, whom he
bad engaged the day before, and
whom he had sent to write up social
occasion:
"Not very well," responded the
new reporter gloomily. 81 don't
think Brooklyn society is the top
notch racket anyhow"
"What's the matter?" demanded
the city editor. 'sDid'nt they use
you well?"
81 can't say they did," rejoined
the new reporter. ''Now, I went up
there last night and waded right into
the fun. / asked for the chairman
of the party and told him we were
laying out to swell their heads in to-
days issue, and he'd better skip in
and introduce me to some of the
high bugs If he calculated to haye his
name mentioned in the report.
"What did he say to that1' asked
the city editor, with calm gleam in
his eye.
"He wanted to know who sent me.
1 told him the main guy of this liter
erary bank had fred me in there, and
that when I'd got through shaking a
leg I'd like some facts about the lay
out. If he couldn't give 'em, I told
him he'd better get the secretary to
heel up pretty lively, or I'd give the
whole outfit deal in the paper that
would make him think every hair on
his head band of music and all
playing different tunes"
"And what did he say to that?"
inquired the city editor, the CLEAN
deepening ominously.
"Oh, he said he was friend to the
Eagle and would do what he could
for me. I told him he'd better hop
right st it, and first 1 wanted to see
the gals. If he calculated to hold
the friendship of the Eagle, I said,
he didn't want to waste much funny
business before he had me humping
around in the may. He said if I'd
go up stairs and take off my hat and
overcoat, he'd see me LATER
''Did you do it?" asked the city
editor in constrained tone.
s'No, said 1 wanted some grub
first. So he took me down in the
front kitchen and asked NE if I liked
boned turkey. 1 told him I'd take q
leg and some of the breast. What
do you think he gave me? Head
cheese! If he didn't. you can lick
me. l couldn't eat that SO l asked
him for glass of beer and a cheese
sandwich. He said he had some
wine. SO l drank a bottle and put 6
couple in my pockets.
"What did you do them interro'
gated the city editor, lingering 9
length of gas pipe.
81 went up to the parlor, and hs
said I'd better take description o1
the scene before l danced, and ht
gave me the names. Here they are
Mary Monroe, red frock, with white
sack and hair punched; Emma Lat
robe, yellow dress and high-heelee
slippers; Marion Willoughby, some
kind of thin stuff, white, and tied up
with blue tape, and hair frizzled
Jennie Murchison, black clothes ant
a feather in her hair; Ella Wexford
yellow hair and gray suit flat il
front and stuck out behind; Paulin,
TresIey--I tell you, boss, she was ,
daisy. Bigger'n tub and dressed t.
the top branch. She had On velve
outfit mile long, and sixteen row,
Of teeth on her gloves, her hair was :
dead yellow, tied up like a bun ant
had lot of vegetables in it; Flor
ence Ross. green dress tipped will
velvet and hoisted up at the side will
a white check rein; Winnie Ham
mersly, white net work with ret
streaks, walked with limp and hal
frescoed. That's all / got. Their,
4 was lot OF, old pelicans there, but
knew you didn't care for them, an,
the men, as for them, / told 'em i
would cost dollar apiece to get in
and as they wouldn't put up I shovet
'em. can state that they were
cheap lot, who don't know any NOR
about society than dog does of poll
tics, and that'll teach 'em a lesson
And l say we'd better give the chair
man rub. He didn't introduce m
to q solitary hen. Better say b
hasn't psid his gas bill for six months
and that dsy before yesterday hi
accounts were found short. Whs
do you think ?"
"Got any more about the party? ?
demanded the city editor, risin
slowly.
"Nothing, only that the grub WASH
fit to eat, though furnished by tbs
popular caterer Mr.. Traphagener.
told him I'd give him a puff. Yo
might say, too, that the whole part
was dreadful failure on account {
the villainous treatment to which on
new society reporter was subjecte
when he asked for q handful of cigar.
Say, what have you got Tor me to d
: to-night?"
"Not thing!" yelled the cit
l editor, as he brought the gas pip
across the new reporters ear. "Yo
internal reptile, don't you know tbs
was one of the best houses in tow
and the affair the finest of the SCI
son?''
"I'm going back to st. Joe,
groaned the new reporter, as he fe
down stairs. "If that's Brookly
. . society, I'm going where they ha,
' some style,' and he struck off towal
the West, largely afoot.
It Makes Dtnsrence.
! "You see, l was going up in Il
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