The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1882-06-10
DoNAIDsoNvHLE, LOUISIANA SATURDAY,

rants, and all landlords were thieves
rent was the dirtiest oppression, ant
none but slaves paid it-down wild tn,
landlords, and down wild the rint. Mr.
OFarrell has not yet signified his intin
ton Of returning to Cork, though there il
no act of Congress to prevent his going
Many years ago it used to be the fash
ion with certain swashbucklers spelling
for O fight, to wander about from tOwr
to town, hang up their challenges on the
town pump, and request some body tc
step on the tail of their coat. This laud.
able practice was initiated by one Dick
Egan of Troy, familiary known as the
Terror. The Terror was aching to find
some one to knock him down; it was a
new sensation, and he thought he would
like it; so badly did he want whipping
that he offered $10O to any one who would
kindly accommodate him. Now if man
wants any thing of that sort he could not
come to q better place than New York
so the Terror found a man in the person
of James Elliott, noted bruiser, who
has figured many times in the Prize ring.
The audience was tremendous; every
gambler and thief in the city was there,
and bets ran high oD the Terror; but
after lively rally, to the great delight
of the assembled multitude, Mr.. Elliott
gave the Terror a left handler under the
jaw, which made him think he had been
struck by locomotive, and the next
minute he was carried off by his friends,
| anf that was the last time we heard of
J the Terror.
! An old woman of over eighty years, the
mother of fourteen children, was beaten
to death by one Of her sons, Il brute by
the name of Pat. O'Connell. On Tuesday
night there was German picnic, and an
enthusiastic young Deutcher, whirling
around to the enhancing strains of Dir.
Strauss, fell in love with nice little
franlein, named Nina; to see her was to
love her, and he got it bad. It was in
vain he piled her with lager, pretzels and
saur kraut. Even the choicest limburger
made no impression. He offered her his
hand and heart, but she ate his pretzels,
she drank his lager, and said nein-wlich
is Greek for nix. Hans got desperate,
and after the ball was over he went to
Central Park, put two bullets into his
corpus, and now let us hope that he has
arrived at that place where even crazy
Dutchmen may find comparative rest.
This has been red letter week first,
it is the moving week of the year, and
from the first of May the annual rent
begins. 1t is an uncomfortable week.
fraught with disaster and all kinds Of
unpleasant recollections. Household
gods are torn down and destroyed
familiar scenes are abandoned; friend
ships made sacred by years of association
are broken mp, and a general spirit of
cussedness reigns supreme. We are glad
when it is all over. It has passed as the
whirlwind passes, but it has left its traces
behind i'll ruin and desolation.
On this week occurs our May feast, one
Of the most joyous celebrations of all
the year. This is the time to see our
German fellow citizens at their best. He
must be poor man, indeed, who has not
dollar to spend in pleasure, and the
week is given up to one long holiday.
No portion Of our population enjoy them
selves so heartily and so cheaply as the
Germans. Where the man goes, his wife
and children go-if it is a. good place for
him, it is good place for them, and the
result is better tone to all their gather
ings. Open air and music are their de-
lights. The musical festival, under the
direction of Theodore Thomas, has been
the event of the week with an orches-
ira of three hundred instruments and
chorus of nearly two thousand voices, it
was not unreasonable to look for musical
effects, such as we have not seen on this
continent before, nor were we disap-
pointed. Great as was the success last
year, it has been far eclipsed by the tri-
umphs of 1882. The performances Of the
week have given the most unqualified
satisfaction, and the triumph of the new
German cautatrice, Madame Materna,
has been pronounced and complete; her
reception most enthusiastic, and when
she departs she will leave behind an inn
preston second only to that which was
left by Jenny Lind.
Wea are going to get rid of our unsightly
telegraph poles, aud we are going to ride
on the elevated roads for five cents, huz-
20, hurrab, hooray! No more walking
for me. Eight miles for five cents. I'll
ride all the time, and sleep in the cars.
With nice light lunch composed of a
spring onion, red herring and a pocket
full of crackers, I can see heaps of pleas
ure in prospective on these same elevated
cars before the summer wanes.
Yours truly, BROADBRlM.
The Irish Assassination Excitement
| Starvation in New York City-The Fear
full Cost of our Government-Exit the
Park Commission-Immense Immigra-
tfon-Aristocratic Rush for Europe, etc.
New YORK, May 20, 1882.
EDITOR CHIEF:
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