The San Antonio light. (San Antonio, Tex.) 1883-1886, 1884-06-24

From the Chicago News.
When MIR. Webster Flanagan, the elo-
quent Texan who immortalized himself
four years ago by asking "what are we
here forsr when this Mr.. Flanagan
started from Texas last week to come TO
Chicago he did not hamper himself with
superfuity of wearing material. III
the whole truth must be told, the only
articles of attire Mr.. Flanagan brought
with him were the clothes he had on
and three bosom shirts, which he car
rled in bundle tied up with piece OF
brown Irvine. The pants which Mr..
Flanagan wore were Of material and
hue quite consistent with the balmy
temperature OF Texas, but altogether
out of place In the chilly latitude OF Chi
cago. These pants were OF delicate
lavender shade, and were so exceedingly
thin that you could almost see the flesh
tints of Mr.. Flanagan's shapely .blcepidal
extrcmities through them. We are
guilty, therefore, OF no exaggeration
when we say that when Mr.. Flanagan
promenaded the thorougfares OF Chicago,
attired In those pants. with the thermo-
meter crawling down toward the freez-
ing point, Mr.. Flanagan and his pants
were the exposures OF all eyes. Bright
and early yesterday morning Mr.. flana-
gan went fishing over on the Govern
ment pier. lie may have resorted TO
this extraordinary method OF amuse-
ment merely to crafty a passion for
his pisoatorial sport, or 1t may
have been that his modest,
shrinking nature sought surcase from
that conspicuousness into which his
lavender pants were bringing him.
At any rate, he went to the pier attired
In these summer trousers, and II requires
no stretch of fancy to imagine him grace
fully sprawled on the pier angling for
those animated conglomerations OF ms,
bones and scales called perch. IL IL
known, and IL IL not supposed TO be sus-
ceptible Of proof, that Mr. Flanagan
caught any fish, but IL Is n lementable
fact that at or about p. m. yesterday,
as Mr.. Flanagan arose from his reoum-
bent posture on the pier, hostile nail,
partly embedded In n plank, took
malicious hold on the bosom Of Mr..
Flanagan's pants and made vio-
lently successful attempt at dlsrobing
Mr.. Flanagan. Mr.. Flanagan's NOR
tiflcation and ohagrin nj finding
himself en- decollcte, MS 1t were, may be
imagined. but not described, and the
complication was all the more aggra--
waiting when Mr.. Flanagan remembered
InuI even With nt ItluIlltu W NO hV'ti
he would be no better off than he was
standing at the pier, since those unfor-
tunate lavender pants were all the pants
he had this side of the Texas line. How
Mr.. Flanagan ever got back to his
hotel without being arrested for a
violation of the city ordinances Will
perhaps never be explained satisfactor-
lily. But he had to sit around
In his room. lonesomelike and sad,
waiting for tailor around the corner to
make the necessary extensive repairs
upon those lavender pants. Several
newspaper correspondents called to In
| terview him while he was in this bereft
condition, and he assured them
| that he would never again
venture away from home with
| but one pair of trousers. "And another
thing l have learned by this expert
ence," said he, land that is that no
Texas man ought to venture into this
hyperborean climate without under
clothes and socks"