The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1882-03-29
hut WIND.
A Few Stray PebbIes Caught On the
Fly Yesterday.

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The wind blew a little yesterday. 1t
blew a little school girl off Hollis cor
ner into the street, and then mixed
books. slate and school girl up so tho
roughly hat she couldn't tell which
part of the educational outfit she was.
One man saw his hat sweep grace
fully skywsrd. and ran down Ferguson
street, chin in air, trying to keep the
tile in view. 1t WAS Il futile endeavor
however, for just as he reached Six
teenth street 1t changed its course and
went sailing over towards Longs Peak,
to ornament the brow Of some beetling
cliff.
Down at the depot the waiting crowd
gathered themselves in an eddy by a
corner Of the building and scanned the
sky as various things terrestrial went
sailing towards the lands celestial.
Just after the train from the east came
in, could be seen a strange figure with
franIically waving limbs, floating across
the zenith. A tourist from oyer the
water drifted into the eddy and lifted
his field glass to his eyes and examined
the object.
"Great 'eavensl hits ha man." the
fellow cried in horror.
Just then the man struck an adverse
current Of air and in the whirlwiud, mid
air, which ensued, the poor mortal was
twisted until the body resemDled that
Of II wa p, and then broke asunder.
"'Orrors, 'orrorsl" screamed the
terrified tourist; ''Hrrl stay hin this
blarsted country not ha day longer. Hi
cawn't stawnd hit, you know"
But a street gamin shouts out: ~
have hit, you know. Hits one of hem
Laramie City jurors, you know, what
they ha nged up there in epogy."
Manager Rhodes bill boards stood up
to the strain as long as they could, when
the strain became to much and they lai /
down. All day long the brilliant par
ticular stars Of the past two or three
theatrical seasons were stalking through
the air, bound for a higher sphere in
theatrical art. Heavy tragedy, clad in
the costume Of by gone chivalry, sword
and all, scared across the sky in com
panY with Snelabacker's ~scantily clad
artists who had been hidden from view
until now by a whole seasons paste
and paper. Uncle Isaac scooted along
as though it was ''his regular business"
while so did Moses when he went to
light out.
The telephone wires became crossed
and generally mixed up telephone
communication. A certain young lady
wanted to call up her Charley down at
the store, and the crossed wires set her
talking with the LEADER office.
"Ting-a-ling-a-ling," and the editor
sprang up from his seat in the midst of
an editorial set to, and answered the
call.
Are you there?" came in a piping
voice, rs thin as prize package station
cry.
Eyes, what there is left OF me-"
Folks going away this evening""
''Oh, glad to hear of it."
"Come up, won't you?"
well, this is telephony" thought
We, and answered doubtingly,
MAYBE"
"Must come. Charley -"
Got the wrong office, I'm nobody's
Charley, if 1 know it," And we went
to work again. imagining a small indig-
nation meeting somewhere down the
line.
A very firm dignilied gentleman was
making his way down Eddy street,
when the zephyr by a sudden unexpec-
ted whirl SCRATCHED him baldheaded,"
for 1t seiz' d upon his hat and sent his
wig floating through the sky, until after
many a turn about, it caught in the
spire of the Congregational church, and
will be just in time for bird nesting in
the spring. Meantime the pebbles which
were flying through the air would strike
ebo ou htIbichiduo oulIltJ Ddlu pdIe
and rebound or glance aside, like agate
allies from n marble doorstep. When
the poor old fellow succeeded in getting
under cover, the bumps on his Uranium
were so venly developed, that Fowler
would have pronounced him a perfect
man.
And thus we might go on enumerat-
ing incident after incident which didn't
fall under IL observation yesterday, to
describe a windy day in Cheyenne.
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