National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1881-03-19
MARKET MORNING.
RAMRLE AMONG THE STALLS.
s,.,eS About the Centre Narket-PeOple One Meets
Tbere-The Batter Merchants and Oleomar'
rarine-HOW clearinghouse Keep
ers Make Their Purchases.
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at fhe same time which makes things iYeher aho
sharpens competition. You have Just scrambled
inside with your basket under your arm, proEl'
dentially empty, and find yourself caught IN
moving mass of waving skirts and wedged II
tightly 10y a heaging army of jockeys, hats' anu
bonnets. One moment you are forced III Io'ihs
contact between two fat women, ana the neA'
leaning breathieSsly against tall lady, WhOM you
have mistaken for friendly pillar The tall lady
screams, but the explanation is lost as you &c
syrgfng on the angry wave of the pushing JoStlihs
crowd.
Butter merchant smiles and mods familiar
greeting as lac extends his familiar knife" Iry
our dairy. sir: best in the market. Butterine Is
humbug There is no sich thing. 0leomargarine
Is an invention of malicious reporters; nobody
sells the stuff as we knows on; but, if you want
genuine, country home, mountain butter, here'S
your shop" Colored gent with high shirt-collar
walks up aud tastes sample. Genteel lady in
black silk dress does the same. Old woman with
false teeth uses identical knife. Nobby Office
holder follows suit. Old Rum d-Tobacco sue
ceeds. and pretty young miss keeps the pot a
boiling.
What Democratic knife that will enter every
I,dv's mouth" "Butter is butter" As Oily Gam
mon observes, as he wipes the Well-used blade on
his shirt-sleeYe and digs out fresh sample; you
needn't be afeard of this ere, sir; it comes from
Virgfnny: them fellows over yonder sell factory
butter"
Factory butter What kind is that?"
"Why, frm the West; made from all-sorts, you
know; sailed down IN kegs and barrels and marked
extra fine"
With this explanatory remark, the man of grease
tucks up his sleeve, punctures another roll, and
holds it alluringly before our skeptical nose.
;.E oil
here?" you venture, timidly.
Cant say; 1ps don't sell it. Our butter is pure,
absolutely pure"
You struggle through the crowd of femininities to
the next stall. Oily Cannon No. is at you with
that historic knife and his welllubricated tongue
runs out the following:
NO cleOmargarine in the market that l am
aware Of; everybody is prohibited by our District
laws from selling such stuff; but, between you
and and the next fellow, don't believe there is
any such thing as OleOmargarine at all"
1.-THE s.ory'= got up by speculat0rs in factory but
ter eh?"
mo, sir; we don't sell it. Here's sample Of
good Western. though; its prime"
Oily Cannon No. $ hints vaguely that factory
butter is sold by his neighbor, but doesn't say So
Oily Cannon No. darby throws out a possibil-
ity that No amt what he ought to be; and No. 6
~ %,
orowding and pushing yourself from stall to STALL
treading on ladies iOunces, knocking the breath
ont of fat gentlemen with the sharp angle of Your
basket, and encountering remarkable and deadly
collisions from wiry-looking spinsters, with ag-
greSsiye jaws and miniature bundles.
Buy a chicken, sir? fresh killed, young and
tender as lambkin?" The fowl-dealer has you
ROW by the button hole, and you are powerleSs in
his grip.
Look what tender one she is, !" he says giving
the wing of the Gowl jerk that would have Sepa-
rated the limbs Of giant. There that's the way
10 tell en- sir! If chicken is tender, sir, it alus
breaks under the wing. Seventy cents by the pair,
sir. These are beaUtiesn'
You are wanting in moral courage to tell that
fOwl-dealeT that the tender one referred to is an
old hen of eight winters, or more. You are Ger
tsinly destitute of backbone, and indescribably
chicken hearted when you fail to mention latent
suspicion that her fellow had died of too much
crow. But there you are, haggling about the
precious pair. turning them over irresolutely i'll
your fingers, punching experimentally their lean
ribs, and wasting 50 much valuable time for want
OF little Of that moral pluck to say mo-"
But lucky thought comes to your relief; "You
can't afford it," Those are nice chickens-yerv
nice; but just ROW money is pretty scarce, and
next"
curious sensation Of feeling the fowls jerked
suddenly Out of your hands, and your hat
knocked over your eyes follows retributively as
the natural result of your mild evasion. The fowl
dealer did not mean to do it; OH no! it WAS unin-
territorial; chickens viii knock q mans hat off un-
der the galyanic influence Of strong arm 1t was
an accident. of course! That small boy who pro-
pels his head into your stomach and nearly de-
priVes you of the remaining stock of good temper
LEFT inside your vest has done it IN the same acct
deataIway, The heavy weight" gent who treadS
uEconditonaily on your toes and foTgets to apollo
gize belongs 70 the same remarkable class
But you are patient man and can philosophi-
ca!y endure these little rubs, when the world is
faiiofso many larger and more serious ones; be-
sides you have basket and the objective point is
70 fill it. Here is material enough; rounds of beef
launches mutton, piles of sirloin, and endless
strings Of sausage, mountains of vegetables, stacks
oiherbS pyramids ofbread and oceans ofjellies and
PICKLES. goodness gracious gardens of flowers or
cnards OF apples, groves of oranges and lemons
and then such congress of fishes-eXtra session.
with representatives Of every class, from Salt
River to the lemon col0red Potomac; each fifty
represents its OWN clement: the dandy perch, the
greedy othcc-secking pike, the green-back pick
eIels, the haId-inOney silver fish, the democratic
spots, republican shad, and plenty of ex-
Congress salt mackerels, like their unfor-
tllate prototypes, hung up to dry; lob
Dying Holsters with their aggressive (clausel,
claws and indoleut senatorial looking turtles
ana inoroSe legal claims tightly closed in their
-'sumentatiYe shells. Surely here is enough
pSbulum to glut the appetite of any modern gour-
niad but our basket is yet to be filed and let us
'SAe breath and look around us once more. Here
are clouds Of wild ducks, canvasbaeks, turkeys.
liria cha
sia Quails by the dozens rabbits and squirrels and
cholce launches of yenison fresh from New York,
tood for the gods or wealthy brokers, or those
enicurean maws that can swallow a salary of
'ilfee thousand per aunum. But never mind YOU /
are not millionaire, who subsists on herring and
'I"ckers, but jolly good liver and a salary |
u spend; but our basket is untitled. Here's
SUBSTANTIAL fare for you: tons of smoked beef, |
,'ci'eS Oh bacon, and pyramids of hams, rolls of
p'iUghas, blocks Of boned meats and hogshead |
uee>e' In all this variety there must bs some |
.Lii5 70 buy Inall this avalsache of good things
enough TO Iced an army you can select out bit or
% worth picking at. So you bow your head to the |
coming blast, AID walk up meekIy to a sausage |
yender
-Aie these sausages the regular thing, or manu- !
''clafed out Of Objectionable srlbstances?"
singular idea, sir; never heard of it before |
"a, 'ausages ate prime first class, genuine fresh
beef and pork"
lido not doubt your ststement," you respond, in
2.r iuild-mannered way. There are no posi-
o.lies' perhaps, OF sausages being made out of |
REUSE meat or trichinse pork?'
Certainly not
mo-. 10 you know" you persist, faint hearted and |
,.s' l'S' that certain Mrs. c., who lives /
: Where. and owns sausage shop advertises
Id me papers foFyoung kittens?"
81, ehe wants fewpets. don'tyou see?' explained !
ths nehS meat man. smiling at the simplicity Of
'lS suggestion; that's ALL
mus enlightened you pass on the even tenor of
~ way You pause before bread stand glance
1ifingty al Mr.. Doughface feel of all the bread
,, TOS within your reach, smell of them to test
purity and mildly ask: Is this bread made
~ soou Understandable -four, and lightened by nat
'" ~ and healthy ingredientsg7
o. VUl oreao l. manufactured of the best -four,
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