St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-12-19
of some down-trodden hotel clerk who is in
need of diamond

of some down-trodden hotel clerk who is in
need of a diamond.
Sam Sloan looks like an Esquimau in
his mink-skin cap and great coat.
Mr.. Stillman, ST., is cOnnolSSeur IN
thermometers, and he can almost tell where
the quicksilver in the little tube will be the
next day
George Stout is nursing falsetto voice.
He says that he caught cold while out
sleighriding.
NJ. j. Donnelly is letting his beard rush.
Patrick Butler is not looking up any con-
tracts just now. He has money enough to
last if the winter does not hold out too long.
Tim Reardon, the contractor, expects to
go East this winter to help celebrate the
centennial birthday of his father. Tim
thinks that 100 is a ripe age but that he
will live to go it 20 better.
Charley l. Mccarthy has gone into the
bond business, but his coupons will not be
ripe enough to pick for some time yet.
EX-Sheriff James King has quite cler-
zeal appearance in his ten-button vest. He
thinks they are the only thing to wear i'll
this climate
CHRISTMAS MUSINGS.
The season of innocent deception. secret
cOnclaves, mysterious hustling of bundles
via the back doors, hurried whispering bees
between materfamilias and her female rela-
tons and neighbOrS, frantic grabbing up
and slowing away of half-finished embroid
cries and other prospective gifts at the APP
preach of papa or the boys" rapid-transt
shopping expeditions, explorations of the
governors" pockets for loose change
with which to buy him gift, as he slum-
berS -Sweetly unconscious in the silent
watches of the night-the season of juicy
mince pies. cookies and 0ld-fashioned
doughnuts twisted into as many shapes as
the harps of Tara; the season of flushed
cheeks. bright eyes, glad hearts, busy
brains and hands, of generous impulses,
fragrant memories, good will, joy, dyspep-
STA, happy homes and fiat pocketbooks.
And this is Christmas, old as the plains of
Judea or the Star of Bethlehem, and still
as perennial, young, fragrant and welcome
as the daintiest daisy or primrose that dap
pies the sparkling landscape of spring.
Then stretch out the hand of welcome and
greet it with hearty grip and smile.
LITTLE TOMMY's LETTER TO OLD KRIS.
The following unique letter addressed to
old Kris Krlngle is the composition of
young hopeful who resides in st. Paul:
Dear Old Kris: Please bring Bessie wax
doll that opens it's eyes and squeaks when
you squeeze it, and don't make the insides
out of sawdust, as Mr.. Maple. that's my sis
ten Suses beau, said the one you brought
her last year was no good because the
chicken feed ran out of it when he sat down
on it on the sofa and spoiled mas carpet;
and bring me new sled painted red with
the picture of bull dog dragging boy out
of 4 fish pond on it; and a pair of STEM
winding SyataS anI Como opd candy.
and bring Susie pair of solitary ear rings,
because ma says she has her heart set on
them and it would be too bad to disappoint
her; and please bring ma that seal-skin
sack and dress that pa has promised
her for seventeen winters, and
bring pa new pocket book. for he says
the elephant stepped on his and knocked it
silly, although didn't know there was
circus in town, and pipe and some cigars,
but don't bring him any more dressing
gowns with them fancy tiXings on, for he
says that last one made him look like an
end man: aud if you can spare me Fourth
OF July revolver, please put it under the
foot rest III the parlOr so ma can't see it;
and don't bring Bill Simpson any, for ma
says that boy will blow his head off some
day, he is such devil. n more good bye.
p. Snake the revolver self-cocker
and Seven-Shooter.
Contributed--My Dear "Cut Out With
an Axe:' l was at Minneapolis yesterday,
and getting through my business and having
half hour to spare in the evening" waiting
for the train, stepped into a prayer meet
ing, as is my usual custom, and to my as
tonishment they were all praying for fine
weather, such as wouldn't freeze ice, nice,
warm, genial weather, that would make
mud instead Of ice, ETC., and when | asked
the brethren why they hankered for such
weather this time of year, they replied:
so st. Paul can't build their ice palace"
not knowing where [ hailed from. l de-
parted in silent sadness. shocked at the utter
depravity of our brethren of North St Paul.
This is all gospel truth. but for goodness
sake don't say that l told YOU" Yours. etc.,
RATS"
IT'S COMING THIS WAY.
Ardenne Foster used to be newspaper
reporter in Chicago, but lately he has bios
somed out as the poet-edtor of Caste, new
dramatic paper published in New York.
The following is quoted as a specimen of
his style and to show that he has caught on
to the divine afflatus:
The craze is upon us, it's coming this way,
1uo laSHiOH ~ Qulle JAPANESE;
Wen be Oriental ere many day.
The fashion is quite Japanese.
It's now quite the caper to wear oblique eyes,
And go shriveled up to very small size;
To aim at fiat noses, society tries
The fashion is quite Japanese.
In walking, you mustn't walk steady, but
trOt--
The fashion is quite japanese
And shuttle the feet in a very small spot,
The fashion is quite Japanese.
The hair must be raven-of ravenest locks.
Young ladies must huddle and cuddle in
hocks,
And wear funny pictures and birds on their
frocks,
The fashion is quite japanese.