The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1884-11-24
JINKs AND BUMPS ON THE ELECTION.

n surprise Saturday evening. Stroll
ing round town little after dark,
who should he come across but his
old long lost friends Jinks and
Bumps, on the verandah of the
Post-oillce, in deep Presidential con-
vcrsation. From their general APP
pearancc and the color Of their faces,
they looked as il they had just come
UP from the country, and had kind
of comc-to-g -gct-on-thc-sprec look
about them. The reporter lit
cigar and sitting on the steps as near
rs possible to them heard the follow
ing conversation -
"Pll tell you what it is, Bumps,
there's done-brown lot of men in
this city to-day. They felt cock
sure of jim Blaine's election. The
news that Cleveland is elected has
flabergasticated the whole crowd.
I'm right glad the chaps got in,
and believe he II make rs good II
boss as any on EN- before him. 1t
was big fun, you bet, on the wharf
this morning before the steamer
come alongside. They sent out an
Irishman on the pilot boat so as to
get the news and send signal for
salute if Blaine was elected. lie
somehow made an Irish stew of his
job and they did fire salute for
Blaine, which made all the Demo
Gratis scared, and the chaps in white
hats all whooped. and said, We
told you so! But you know.
Bumps, when | seed that boat COM
ing along at kind of funeral pro-
cession pace, thinks |, Jim Blaine, |
see it plain you're goner. could
see those chaps with the white hats
beginning to turn winter than their
hats, and as the steamer got well
round the last corner that little
widc-awake Merchant street news
chap hollered out with tears in his
eyes, It's Cleveland! After
which there was a general exchange
of sighs. All of sudden felt the
wharf shake, and OH turning round,
there was Fatty from the hotel
dancing n hornpipe, and looking as
happy as if he had just got married.
Then one chap threw his white hat
into the ocean, another carried his
behind him, and the rest Of them stole
softly home like u lot of half
drowned rats. You know. Bumps,
that little fellow on Merchant street
who sells and rents houses had been
told by some of the American big
bugs with plenty of coin, to get all
ready for having $500 torchlight
affair, with Berger's band in front.
That young boy in the bank who
counts out $40 worth of silver in
three licks, and the brown-looking
chap in the next shanty who insures
your life, both got badly left. They
were going to paint the whole town
red, but after the steamer got in,
they were seen with Grape on their
hats, so ! suppose they heard news
of the death of some relations, and
didn't like to take part i'll any
demonstration.
Bumps, who had just finished his
cigar, interrupted Jinks and asked
him if he had heard about the elec-
ton of Blaine in Honolulu.
" Oh, yes," said Jinks, 81 read
the result in the BULLETIN, and |
believe they wish they hadn't done
it now. Somebody told me the re-
suit with the names has been sent
to Cleveland. There wasn't many
Democrats in Honolulu before the
steamer arrived, but now there seems
to be heaps on 'cm. You should
have seen old Bill Wilder, he looked
as happy as if fortune had been
left him. He hunted round for 4
live rooster, but couldn't find one,
so got paper one, stuck it in his
hat, and paraded the streets like
loane the dandy does. When he
met a Blaine chap, he asked him,
what's the latest news from the
Coast?' which made 'em bile. The
best fun of all was, Sam Mott
thought Blaine was elected, and put
his and Logan's pictures up outside
his store but they didn't stay there
long, it was too cold day for oil
paintings"
Just at this point y friend of Jinks,
whom he had not seen since the
Legislature was sitting, came along
after his mail and recognizing each
other, they all three walked off to
Noltc's Saloon for q drink of soda
water, leaving the reporter alone.