St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-11-23

Triumphant smile;
Says he, "Why didn't twig before?
I'll buy one at an auction store"
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ST remember one time long ago when the
saloons in st. Paul were obliged to close
their doors at IL o'clock" said an old resi-
dent yesterday. "Quite gang of the boys
were out making night of it, and it was
cold. Up to 12j o'clock they had drunk
pretty frequently, and were well-laden with
straight stuff. which had up to that time
only put them in delightfully."- converse
tional mood. When they found the saloon
doors closed on them they didn't fancy ii
much, and turned their brain to the devising
of some scheme that would enable them to
carry out their night of pleasure. In pass
ing down one of the principal streets of the
city one member of the party. quicker
witted than the others, noticed the stove in
hotel, which was glowing with heat
Boys, said he, 4 have it; come on, and
he started for the hotel. The others fol-
lowed and going in the spokesman asked
the clerk to bring him some cups and pail
of water. The articles were produced, and
the men seated themselves around the
stove, and each man taking a cup filled il
with water and placed it on the stove.
When it was warmed up they would drink
it, and they sat there drinking hot water
until daybreak, and got very hilarious.
You see, the heat warmed up the whisky
they had drunk, and it went through their
systems and gave them as much satisfaction
and pleasure as the raw material would"
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''Sweet violets, sweeter than all the
roses"
The voice of the singer was loud and clear,
As it trilled the words above,
And they fioated out on the soft night air
Like down from the breast of dove.
A sickening thud got mixed with the song,
And the singer passed in her check,
AS through the transOm a coal-hod slid,
And Lit on her snowy neck.
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"Say, Bony, didn't you see me waving
my hand at you down there?"
Eyes"
"Well, why didn't you wait for me; l
wanted to walk up town with YOU"
so, dunno, it's more force of habit,
guess, than anything else"
whats force of habit?"
''Why, not stopping when 1 see anybody
wave their hand. You see it was habit /
got into when was driving street cars"
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A cat got up on the backyard fence,
And rearing its spine aloft,
Fired Off howl that split the air,
And was deucedly, BANKED unsoft.
A boot-jack straddled the neck of the cat
And spread her frame around,
And the neighborlng boarder was tickled to
death
When he saw the cat was downed.
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A wholesale St. Paul grocer with bright
round countenance tells the following good
one with great gusto. A short time since
Col. George B. ClasOn invited several friends
to go duck hunting with him to famous
pass on his line of railroad. Everything was
favorable and ducks flew plentifully. George
got his friends well located and then waded
into about two feet of mud and water, pre-
pared to exhibit his wonderful skill. The
appearance Of flock of ducks caused hilu
to hasten to load. He tried cartridge q
cartridge, but none would enter the barel
of his fine gun. Thoroughly Disguised he
struggled out of the water, and, settling
down on the bank, he ruefully watched his
friends Strengthening the ducks. He dis
covered that he had No. 10 cartridges for a
No. IL gun, and asserts that those darn
boys, Bill and Dan, set up the job on him.
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Several gentlemen were discussing Col.
Platt B. Walker and his cosmopolitan hab-
its. One asserted that evidently much of
his business must be in st. Paul, as he was
here so often, while another stated that, as
he left his family in Minneapolis. his bust
ness must be there. The third gentleman
settled it, however, by suggesting that
Col. Walker was commercial mug
wump."
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Mr.. Perry Sharp. one of the popular con.
ductors of the Omaha road, was notified
last week that there was fine bird in a
cage at the express Office directed to him.
Certain that some friend had sent him a
valuable gift, Mr.. Sharp paid the heavy
charges and had the property sent to Hote
Ryan, where he boards. He went to the
store-room to inspect it, taking with him
| several friends. and it may be imagined that
he sang as high as P sharp when he found q
| poor forlorn mud-hen in rough box. He
| is living on salmi of game.