Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-05-05
NIGHT SCENES ON A mo BrAuL."
The Poot Of 4S3 Holds MeIIifluous Dis
course With m Irish PatriOt-EpisOde
OF the Woman and the Dog.

oomoer SHADOW on the ground whenever the
| scudding clouds gave the pale moon a chance
! TO look down. By the dim light of a kerosene
! lamp two citizens were seen to enter the car,
/ and, throwing their fares into the greedy mouth
/ OF the Slawson box, went forward and stood un-
1 der the stars with the poet Of 1888" One Of the
| platform passengers was "a son Of the sod"
| and, like Swift's Philemon"
HE smoked his pipe and read the news
| Inc meter OF ASS was In good condition and
| the mellow light 81 poesy soon began to dis
/ play ITSELF
How ar We to-noight M'sther Poat?" asked
| the patriot.
"Only tolerable Mr. Riley.
| What's the latest in THE STAR?
Anything lively for the driver Of q carr"
| chimed the minstrel
''Shure." responded Mr.. Riley ..the land
| layers an the Dooblin boys are stirrin' EN- oop
purity brisk Plat does yer POETRY think wv
! thimi"
| The warbler with his horny hand upon the
rem: after requesting the horse to get up" and
the inside passengers to ''step up" encouraged
| MI. Riley with this In response:
| Now don't get weary, for in a short while
5000 Uncle sam Will gobble up the Isle:
He'll make ev'ry PADDY as happy and as free
AS Dig gray squirrel up tall hick'ry tree"
''Have tickets or change? Whoa"
Arrah! Git erlOng wild SIGH POETRY. I'm
not desavin mesilf wild ony disthractin belafe
| iolke that. The papul Nv this country are not
| reddy fur pik-nik wild Duane Viktory, and to
shwop OIL the PEACEFUL marane cour in a bloody
| war for pace Of land which raises nuthin but
pigs, praties. and occasionally the dvl. Ord
almost forgot the raising of rint, but that be
| dad, is takun be the landlord"
The sweet singer of 4S3 caught on" and re-
| piled with smile:
Your ready wit
AMI Irish grit
To me Is really charming
But current news
Sustatns the Views
winch some may think alarming"
Get up! Ride? Whoa"
Eyer POETRY is as nathurul as the boss We are
dhrivin', but OF don't take any sthock in the
thruth NV it," Just at this point a curve In the
road reminded the genial gentleman who had
last spoken in this debate that tenacity of opin-
ION IN the present argument was not so cOndu-
| GIVE to his welfare as firm grip on the front
| rail. he having by this unexpected movement of
the car, suddenly cOllided with the bard When
order was restored and the clanking chains of
the nil horse had faded In the darkness, the
convention again proceeded to business with
| this statement from the Fenian passenger: Its
come to purity pass whin they artist a mon out
blasting rock and say the cartridges in his
pocket Is dynamoit facthury. The mkt thing
theyli be aIristtn mon fer arson who sits fire
70 the terDacky in his own pipe. Bad lux to the
British ginerals. The papers sthate thot Cine
raj Decay Is to be sane all over the distracted
country an that Gineral Dsasther is threatenin
the stharvin tinnints livery day! Did ye liver hear
the 1oikes Nv that now2
True to the promptings of his poetic SOUL
the sliVer-halred sage opened the fountains of
his philosophy, and there gushed forth this
crystal truth:
General Decay is dreadful foe
ana where he camps look out for woe.
he ruins everything there is to eat,
Ana Central Disaster follows retreat"
This is X street, madam Whoa" As he
said this, fat woman got up and tried to navi-
gate a pet poodle aud haf-opened umbrella
toward the rear door. After she had raked the
gloss from several silk hats and the sportful
canine had snapped at the legs Of rheumatic
Old man in the corner, she, with girish gayety.
stepped out ictO a hole ofmuddy water. This cold
batn gave her severe shock, and her precious
treasure was cruelty dropped upon the hard
earth The dog yelled, and so did she, and this
is what she said Its burning shame to put
lady offin puddle. You ought to be arrested.
What is your number?"
Number one. mum" shouted the son Of Erin.
as the car moved Off and then turning to the
| poet, he asked How is that for an explosion:
blown up yersilf"
Americas Iennyson slyly remarked:
vMnen you see dog, woman and string,
YOU'D better be careful to do the right thing
FOR II you fail In the slightest way
You may be sure there'l be the deuce to pay"
The silent passenger at this point felt some
drops of rain in his face, and went inside the
car to finish his journey while the poet driver
and his companion continued their seance.
Profitable Liberaiisy.
From the Carson (.lev) Appeal.
A lot OF Boston tourists were recently travel
Ing In sleeping car, also Nevada traveller In
| the morning when the porter went round to
collect his assessments on boot-blacking there
was great commotion among the Boston tour
ists Some paid him five cent nickel, and those
who had no nickel were compelled to yield I'D
short bits. All the while the Nevada man.
dressed in ordinary clothes sat reading his news
paper. When the porter reached him he looked
up inquiringly
did you black my boots, sir?"
eyes, sah"
'You did splendid job; never had my boots
dollars"
When the porter pocketed the money the Bos-
ton people looked up astonished, and presently
1t was rumored about that John Mackey was
aboard or EnOch STROLLER was out on a cam
paign trip. In few minutes the Nevada man
and the porter met (by chance) in the smoking
room.
when does my sleeping ticket run QUIT"
Your time was up, sab. at Ogden, but If
you wants to ride to Reno, boss, it's all right
sah."
The traveller gave the darkey a drink out of a
black bottle and the porter winked continuous
~ for nine seconds as he drank the travellers
health.
Six dollars saved. Economy. is the road to
wealth.
Cincinnati Festival Drama.
From the Philadelphia Times.
The able critics who have congregated at Gin
cinnati seem generally to agree that while POM
pegs statue Is undoubtedly the finest ever seen
upon any stage and the stools in C3sar's tent
are accurately copied from models in the British
Museum, Caesar himself and Brutus and Cassius
and the rest did not appear to great advantage
When 1t came to THE Hunchback" and '.Much
Ado About Nothing" the festive idea of play
ing high comedy in ten-acre lot impressed
the critics even more Those provided