Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1881-04-21
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On last Tuesday the usual quietude
that pervades the atmosphere of the
CApiToLIAN, was suddenly disturbed by
the rtlmor that war was imminent. 1t
was authoritatively asserted that 'Uncle
Harry the fighting editor Of the Sugar
Planter, had pitched aside the sweet
milk of his nature (not of his cocoanut)
and armed capa pie, thirsting for blood,
crossed over to this side Of the river. to
have it out with us, on account of the
Baton Rouge Branch Railroad trouble,
which for some time back, has been
keeping the old man in sulEiness and
compressed anger
The Devil signaled him, as he walked
by the Sumter Saloon in the direction
OF our sanctum "Mr. Hyams is red
eyed this morning. said the boy, ''he's
never looked that way since the night of
the Press Convention Ball, when he was
Lighting two cigars at the one time at
Charley Weeks
II was evident that Uncle Harry had
made raise, and was prepared to con
tribute an amount, in the way of q fine
for disturbing the peace, towards pay
ing the Capitol Bonds.
Really, we didn't want to hurt the
old nan, so we looked around for some
light weapon with which we might
simply let him down easy. We found
the exact thing. 1t was nothing more
nor less than the wonderful long han
died gourd that one of our country
friends presented us last fall
We watched him as he wheeled to the
right, through the big gate in front of
the Office. Without tllnching, he march
ed on into the press roomss below, where,
fortunately for us, he met q minister of
the Gospel, with whom he entered into
good humored colloquy. At this we
grew bold, and, dropping the goard-
handle, we descended the stairs. then
confronted our would be-assailant. who
''Hukeerd' at oncc. The minister walked
away. "Well, said Uncle Harry, "tbey
are constructing the railroad, all opposi-
ton to the contrary Notwithstanding. ~
81 tod You so" we replied. Just then
DR.. Jake Fahnert, the mixologist at the
Sumter" made his appearance, bear.
ing an urn, commonly called pitcher,
which he deposited on the marble slab;
then with an ominous, heavenly smile,
| handed us a note, the contents OF which
explain themselves:
BATON ROUGE, La, April 19th, ISL.
EDITOR CAruoLEAN-I send you %
sample Of the celebrated 'Bock Beer
from the old and reliable brewery OF
John Kaufman, Esq, Cincinnati, Ohio.
This is the season to enjoy this excellent
beverage, and am prepared to furnish
it in any quantity from ''pony" TO a
cask. Lager from the same brewery |
keep on hand at all seasons. and in day
or two the "John Gilmore" now en-
route from st, Louis, will drop me a
barge Of the finest Ike ice ever sent to
this market. Yours truly,
CHARLES Week.
The spirit brought a sudden change to
our dreams. OTIS some of that cclc.
bratcd Book Beer Of Weeks" said we
to Uncle Harry, whose eye instantanc-
ously grew moist and loving. "There's
no use in putting obstacles i'll the
way of a railroad, y he said, while we be-
gan to fill up the glasses with the foam
ing liquid. We handed him one, Just as
he added: "Wcd better stop all con-
troversy on this subject"
We surrendered right there.
iHdl pItcn"t contained no less than
forty gIassiulIs Of the best Book Beer
ever brcwed.
1t occurs to lac, (hic,) that nothing is
more foolish, chic, } than for two editors,
(hic) living on opposite sides Of the river,
(hic,) to sever their friendship because
of so trliling matter (hc) as q Branch
Railroad Of the New Orleans Pacific, "
said Uncle Harry.
"ESactIy," we reioincd. "Lct the road
go on
And like John Browns soul, the Branch
Road is still marching on.
But every story must have an end
Uncle Harry, in due time,
went away. swearing that he loved us as
dearly as if we were his sure enough
nephew.
We deem it charitable at this stage to