Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-10-08
he Wanted 10 Know.

w Ah0Ao nlN0A " nlEA Nuul itNt
and disgrace which will follow the in
evitable exposure.
Re Wanted 20 Know.
Derrick Dodd, in San Prancisc, Post.
A well known fellow citizen now
prowling-not to say growing
through Europe writes us the follow.
ing touching experience:
/ had been for about half an hour,
he says, sitting on che deck Of one Of
the miserable little packets" that ply
between Dover and Calais aud exas
perating my fellow passengers by re
iusing TO join in the carnival of sea-
sickness going on around me, when a
rudy faced, white whiskered, bluff
looking individual who had been eve
ing me for some time stepped up aud
said
HBeg pardon, I'm sure; but are you
really the Americana"
THE Americanl" ! replied; there
are several, | believe"
1Oh, Of course, to be sure. meant
the one on board. saw George B.
Blank, San Francisco, California, U.
) painted on some Of the baggage,
and | picked you out right away as
the owner " And the stranger in
spected me from head to foot with IS
vivid curiosity as if I'd been a wild
man Of the woods.
well" | fnaIly exclaimed, 81 am
an American. What can | do for
your
T Why-er-nothing that is-no
eHsnse, | hope, and you are Califor
nian, tool" he said, rubbing his hands
as though he had indeed met rara
avis. Ever scalped by the Indians,
eh2n
Il think not" | replied.
You've scalped some Of them,
though. haven't your" persisted my
iuquisitOr.
Concluding that ina much as | was
in for being made sideshow of |
might as well indulge in some Of the
circus poster sort Of thing, | looked
my questioner calmly in the eyes and
said, Some twenty>six or seven, /
forget which; have the tally nicked
in the handle OF my other scalping
knife; l carry only one bowie 10 this
country. So seldom one runs across
any fun over here, you know"
Killed many white men2" asked
the stranger, who appeared to be actu-
ally quivering with excitement aud
curiosity.
Only eight or ten" | replied care
lessly. You see, in California there
is a sort Of close season now for shoot
ing white men. faint like the good
old man-for- breakfast times. A fel.
low is only allowed to gun around pro
miscuous like four months in the
year. So it's hard work to seep ones
hand in, don't you see2"
well, | declare" said the appar-
emily stupe6ed man with the chop
whiskers; "how about Ohinamen?n
"Oh, we kill Cinnamon all the year
round, when they're fat, explained.
But, then, there is lately some sort
OF an ordinance making it a misde
meanor to shoot a pig tail unless he
is on the shady side Of the street, or
gets in your way. Folks are getting
too Internally particular over that, for
fact
Ever been diyoreed2" finally said
the stranger. whose eyes we're now
sticking out like pegs on hatrack
Nine times, think" said. I'm
fact, | intended to have been again
when | passed Chicago on my way
over, but the train only stopped eleven
minutes, and there wasn't time enough
to rush it through-takes twenty-five
minutes, you know"
/ thought this had knocked him
olt, but after a few minuets Devil,
dered cogitatien he returned TO the
charge once more.
- Is it really true that all Americans
wear chest protectors and eat nothing
bat pie?"
well, you see, the fact is that
Americans are, as you know, such a
irishtiully busy people that they
haven't time 10 sit down and eat a
square meal, like you English. They
must have something portable-some.
thing they can carry about with them
and nibble on the sly. j tell you, sir.
it looks like business when you see
forty or fifty men all hanging on 10
the steps Of street car with one hand
and eating with the other"
i should rather think so,i muir.
INJURED the stranger.
AS for the chest protectors" |
continued, they are really nothing
more than pockets suspended around
the neck, and largo enough to carry A
whole pie, which it keeps warm at the
same time. A good hot mince bic
stored away in this manner not only
imparts gentle and grateful warmth
to the entire system, but keeps
a whole days rations always within
reach OF the wearer. Grand idea, ism I
! it?p
We'll, I'm blessed" said my fairly
paralyzed interrogation, gazing AZ my
ehildlike aud ingenious face with pro
found awe. "Would-er-wouId you
oblige me with one Of your cards?" he
said. u want 10 show it to my family,
or they'll never believe a word Of this
mover. Thanks-heres mine" and
as we had landed, he walked up the
gang plank, and was swallowed up BY
the mob OF Insane French cabmen.
As ] stepped chuckling into my own
compartment glanced at the card Of
the stranger IL read, Julius K
Judkins, San Francisco, CAL"
have spent about eight hours !
day looking for that man ever since
There will be bloedshed out Of hi,
yet-mark my words.