The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1882-06-08
THE DALLAS HERALn THURsD = arnRv1Nt, JUNE 4 1sse

| selves.
Hawkins has had two fires during the last
few years; one this spring, which well-nigh
destroyed Front street. The first burn, a
couple OF years ago, was on Bula street,
which cleaned up the entire street except
Two buildings. That portion is now rebuilt
with lar better structures than those de-
stroyed. The new store-house of l.. W.
Wellborne, on that street, is a pslatial
structure for country town. Front street
1 is being rebuilt with large and commodi-
GUS houses. Our little town will soon be
an inviting ranch again for the gay and
festive drummer, whose genial smiles make
| the desert blossom and look happy as u sun
| flower.
By mutual aud general consent, arrange
ments were made for rousing picnic and
ilsh-try, Saturday the 3D. inst, ON one of
our numerous lakes-the one selected being
shower early in the morning settled the
dust and made the air balmy and the drive
pleasant and delightful. About three hun
dred convened near the banks of that lone
river" to enjoy themselves as best they
could. Several hundred pounds of fine fish
had been caught for the occasion, and when
l saw those fish in the long row of frying
pans, being done up so brown and nice,
my cup Of happiness was full" (the said
cup of happiness" being goblet Of extra
dry sparkling juice OF the fruit, which was
taken "for the stomach's sake" in order to
fortify it for the coming conilict) We have
had many picnics on the aforesaid lake, but
the last capped the climax. In the evening.
at the lirodie hotel, the days doings wound
up with series OF whirls upon the dancing
rink.
As editors are supposed to know every
| thing, | thought | would ask you ques-
ton, which j hope you can answer, wheth-
err you will or not. What has become of the
fool-killer in Missouri Has he been scared
oil the track, or been killed, or suicided, or
is he taking Rip Van Wrinkle nap2 Evi.
IDENTIFY something serious has happened to
this distinguished necessary evil one, i'll the
aforesaid state. Perhaps this query may
astonish our literary journalists in Nilsson.
ri, but 1t should not, if they'll reflect upon
the indigestble food they've been feeding
their readers on during the past month.
They have filled up their papers with what
Frank James and his wife were doing--whet
the whole kith and kin were doing-how
Annie James was pleading with Governor
Crittenden to pardon her husband, and all
that sort OF stuff. Now, | would like to
know how the governor is going to pardon
the said gentleman, and for what crime,
when he has never been arrested, tried and
toIiNi llpN Shll Hhluoh n Iuh uC-
fore he is legally condemnedG Governor
| Crittenden's little boat has unluckily drift
ed between Scyla and Charybdis, and if he
disregards the warning of the excited crew,
pull sailor, pull for the Shore his skill
may spring leak or get upset yet.
The Police Gazette man has raised his
bristles and seems to be little ashy since
our legislature,has prohibited the further
sale of such obscene trash within the Dor.
ders of our truly great and
progressive state. What noble
example Texas legislators have
given to the other and older states. Our
troduced the bill to choke to death the lib
ertine's favorite companion, deserves the
everlasting gratitude Of all decent people
The editor of the Police Gazette, in his
goat-like propensities, butts against our
Solons; and, failing to accomplish any.
thing, backs down. He reminds me of the
fable of the fox and grapes. He calls our
legislators "small potatoes. yellow ours, y
and like fancy names. Well, Mr.. Fox, you
and your ancestors have always found il
necessary to skip out from the poultry.
yard when faithful old Tray got on your
loud-smelling track, leaving Monsieur
CAMS master of the situation. AS &c
our "small potato legislators" they car
only smile at your silly gush, and look
down from the high and pure region they
, occupy and pity one so low and venal. The
Eaters" like the grapes, would have beer
big enough and good enough too, if you
could only have got your chops on them
That's why the shoe pinches. The cnn
ming editor winds up mud-slinging with
toot of his own horn for his paper, by com
pairing it to moonshine. That was vel
chosen simile. Moonshine it is, to be sure
obscured with murky clouds-sensualisn
and the most repulsive indecency. I'm
! lucky Fox He couldn't shake the Eaters.