Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1882-08-11
Fhe Talk about-the-W Weather Fiend.

Burlington street-car, and the follow
ing IS the result of his observations:
Pretty warm" the man with the
thin clothes said te tne man in the
corner seat as the South hall car
was coming down the Diyision-street
steps.
What's pretty warm?" growled the
man IN the coroner.
Why, the weather"
what weather. more grItay than
ever.
Why" the man with the thin
clothes said, looking as though he wish
ed he hadn't begun it, ''this weather"
well, said the man in the coroner,
"hoWs this weather different from any
otner?.
The man with the thin clothes looked
nervonsly at the damb mule anu sid,
1T was warmer"
'How do you know it is?" asked the
man IN the corner.
The other man began to wish he was
well out of it, and said he supposed 1t
was; he hadn't heard how the
isn't the weather the same every
where? savagely demanded the man In
the corner.
"Why, no." the man with the thin
clothes replied, wishing to goodness he
had newspaper to hide behind mo;
it's warmer in some places, and some
places it's colder
What makes it warmer III some
places than it's colder In others?' re-
morselessly pursued the man IN the
corner.
"Why," the man with thin clothes
said piteously, ''the sun, with the effects
OF the suns heat"
makes it colder in some places than
it's warmer in others?' roared the ma
in the corner Indignantly. "Neyer
heard of such thing"
mo, the man with thin clothes hast
ened to explain, Il didn't mean that.
The sun makes it warmer"
Then what makes it COLDER pur-
sued the remorseless man in the
corner.
The man in thin clothes wiped the
beaded perspiration from his pallld
brow, and said slowly he guessed lit
was the ice"
what ice?" demanded the inquisi-
tor.
why" the victim said, with all
symptoms of approaching dissolution
apparent in his tremulous voice, 1.-The
ice that was-frozen-froZen by the
frost"
did you ever see any ice that wasn't
frozen?' hoWled the man in the corner
in burst of derision.
The man in thin clothes huskily
whispered that he wished he was dead,
and said: "No, that is, he believed he
didn't"
Then" Numbered the man in the
corner, what. are you talking about"
The man in thin clothes then made
an effort to brace up, and spicely re-
piled that he was trying to talk about
the weather"
And what do you know about it,"
triumphantly roared the man in the
corner. what do you know about the
weather?
The man in the thin clothes lost his
grip again, and feebly said "he didn't
know very much about it, that was a
fact" And then le tried to be cheerful
and work in little joke about nobody
being able 20 know much about the
| weather, but the man III the corner
sat down on him with a tremendous
outburst.
''No, sir! should say you didn't.
You come into this car and force your
self on the attention of stranger, and
begin TO talk to me about the weather,
just as though you owned it, and | find
you don't know solitary thing about
the matter yourself lected for your
topic of conversation; you don't know
one thing about meteorological con-
ditions, principles or phenomena; you
can't tell me why it is warm in August
| and cold in December; you don't know
| lclcles form faster III the sunlight than
they do iii the shade; you don't know
why the earth grows colder as ii comes
near the sun; you can't tell why man
can be sunotruck III the shade; you
can't tell me how a cyclone is formed
nor how the trade winds blow; YOU
couldn't find the calm center of a storm
if your life depended on it; you don't
know what sirocco is, nor where the
south west monsoon blows; you don't
know the average rainfall in the United
States for the past and current year;
you don't understand the form alton of
fog, and you can't explain why the dew
falls at night and dries up in the cay;
you don't know why wind dries the
ground more quickley than hot sun;
you don't know one solitary thing
about the weather, and you are just
like thousand and one other people
who always begin talking about the
weather because they don't know any
thing else, when, by the Cave of Boreau,
sir, they know less about the weather
than they do about anything else in
the world.
And the man in the corner glared up
and down at the timid passengers in
the South Hill car, but no man burst
answer him. And as for the man in
the thin clothes, he didn't know for the
life OF him whether he had sunstroke
or an ague chill. He only knew that it
seemed about twenty-seVen miles to
the Jeferson-street crossing.