Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1885-04-02
WITrY Mr.. TRAvERs.-A story told


who lived in Montague street. 1t was
his first visit in the neighborhood, and
after he had assembled the stairs hall
way up the hill from the ferry, he
went astray in Montague terrace, and
was at length compelled to ask for d.
rections.
Il desire to reach M-Montague
street" he said to passer-by. "Will
you b-be k-kind enough to p-point the
w-way2"
"You are g-going the wr-wrong
w-way,' was the suffering reply
THAT is M-Montague street. +"
Are you m-making fun of NINE,
m-mimicking mime p Travers asked t,
sternly.
"N-no, I assure you, dr." the other
replied, with all due haste to repair
an apparent lack of good manners.
al am b-badly af-Aict-Aicted with
an characterization of speech"
"Why d.don't you g-get occurred P"
Travers asked, with mischief in his
eyes. lego to DR.. - and you'll
g-get c-cured. D-don't you see how
well | talk ? He c-cured NINE"
Men with gigantic schemes have
sought him time and again. Once he
was appealed to by gentleman who
wanted to sell mine. He showed all
the reports, and said he had taken
81 100000 out of the mine. He was
willing to sell the property for a sum
considerably less than the amount pro-
duced.
"lf you ha-had't taken anyth-thing
out think would ta-take the mine, u
Travers responded.
He had his adventures at the dem
ocratic convention which nominated
General Hancock for President. The
day after the nomination Mr.. Travers,
while walkingup street, was accosted
by a stranger who was carrying more
liquor than was good for him, and had
q box Of cigars under one arm.
"Say Are you Hancock man P"
was the greeting.
eyes, I'm a H-Hancock man"
Travers replied.
"Well, it's darned lucky for you.
Take a cigar; they're first-raters.
I'm working for my candidate, I am,
an working both ways, too
Accepting the cigar without offense,
Traysrs walked on but hearing row
behind, turned and looked back. He
saw the Hancock man pounding citi-
zens who did not happen to be for his
candidate.
Then" Travers said afterward in
describing the incident, II b-began to
understand b-both ways of w-work-
ing"
Two raps for Henry Clews, the
banker, are recorded. 1t has been a
frequent boast of Mr.. Cews that he is
a self-made man. Travers heard him
on one occasion, and Immediately drop
ped into a sort Of revery with his eye
fixed on Clew's bald pate.
"Well, what's the matter, Travers ?"
Clews asked, somewhat impatiently.
"H-Henry," Travers inquired,
"d-didn't you s-s-say you were self
made m-man?"
Certainly; I made myself" Clews
replied warmly.
"Then, when you were ab-b.out it,
why d-didn't you p-put m-more
h-h-hair on the t-top of your h-head ?"
The famous Vanderbilt ball exer-
cised many gentlemen on the question
of characters and costumes. Mr..
Clews was in a quandary, and he ap-
piled to Travers for suggestion. 1t
appeared that Travers had taken adj
vantage of his friendly relations with
Wallack, Mapleson and Abbey by
sending inquiring friends to them for
permission to select from their the
atrical wardrobes. The story goes
that the managers had mildly limited
to Travers that patience with the
"fashionables' had ceased to be viz
tue, and Traverse was not inclined to
favor any more.
"Clews," he said, after some rehec-
ton, "why d-don : you sh-sh-ugar-coa
your h.head and ego as a pill?"
No doubt his most severe remark
touched on the reputation OF we'll
known lawyer. While standing at the
window Of his Office, Traverse sur
prised several friends, who were chat
ting at one side, by forcible excls-
nation.
"Thsre r. he added quickly, and
pointing across the street: "There's
Stem B-Barlow with his h-hands in
his own pockets"
Besides knowing how to rap others.
Travers knows when he receives rap.
Going up town with several brokers,
Travers spied man selling parrots in
front Of st. Paul's Church.
"H-Hold on, boys" he said, mystic
riously, well have some fur"
Hailing the parrot-seller aud indi-
eating one Of the birds. Trayers asked /:
Ocean that p-parrot t.talk?"
"Talk?" the man replied, with a
contemptuous sneer. "lfhe cant talk
better than you can I'll wiring his
blasted neck.
"C-come on, b-boys," Travers called
out. utb;a fun 10 ', yoatrnnaI until