The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1886-02-04
Street-Corner CollOquies.

A Blue Island avenue car was Jogging
along westward on Madison street, near
La Sale, yesterday, when just before
the crossing was reached u policeman
raised his baton in front of n big beer
delivery wagon crawling along between
the street-car track and the curbfng.
The sleepy German on the elevated seat
started suddenly as though awakened
out of nap, and, grabbing the reins.
gave them jerk that threw his horses
almost upon their launches, while the
reverse action jammed the rear end of
the wagon into the front of the street.
car, smashing window-glass and
frightening the passengers nearly to
death. The driver whiried his brake
around until it stuck fast, and then
looked up at the beer driver, who seemed
wholly overpowered by the gravity of
the situation.
..You mutton-head.n he yelled, with
Just tinge of annoyance in his tones.
''what are you trying to do. anyway
"Hey-vat-vell.1 vas yust-'
$50 on now. | don't want none of
yer back talk. Come down ere aud
pay for this ere glass
yah; will not. Auf you don't go
so vast NIT your keer. you don't got
| your vindeer broke out; aind it?"
We'll yer bet yer life yer'l pay for
this winder," said the driver, as he
wound his lines about the brake-handle
and prepared to descend TO terra lirma.
Hare now, hare now," interrupted
the blue-coated guardian of the peace
who had heen the indirect means of all
the trouble, .'move on wild yez now.
| Yez can't be after blockin' oop the pooh
lie hoighway.'
Yah, what's der matter wild you,
said the car-driver as he paused irreso-
! lutclv upon the step.
1T mahkes no matther phat's the
matther wild me; You take that ice
cooler av yoors along to the West Side.
Come. Dutchey, you be afther moovin'
at the same time.
'VelI. watts der matter nit me. | 60
nit de Stashun-house ont auf you want
me.
Il doan't want yez. We lobster-faced
tub ve Don't yeZ see yez air blockln
the strate? Move on here. will yez?
And the policeman made grab for the
! horses heads. which made them rear
backward and jam the end OF the beer
wagon with another crash into the un-
offending street-car.
The car-driver fairly glared about
| him. and commenced to color the at
mosphere with his choicest eXpletiyes.
Yer red-headed Christmas-gitt yer. y
he howled at the policeman. there's
one winder Yer bet Yer life yerl pay Tor.
Amt yer got no sense left in that carrot
o yours?
yah. dat ; watts der matter" echoed
the German as he prepared TO gather uT
his lines.
Shut up. YOU puddin' head, or I'll
come up there
Yah, guess YOU viii not. / youst =
but what the man was ''youst' going tC
do he left unsaid, for the irate police
man had struck one of the beer wagon
horses over the flank with his club, and
when last seen the driver was crawling
up on his seat from down among the
beer kegs. and wildly clutching al the
lines that had fallen down over the
foot board.
''Yez think vez air damn funny, don't
yez, said the policeman to the car
driver, but ef yez don't get that dry:
gnds box off aY this coorner I'll take the
whole av yez to Harrison strate.'
'.Yes. yer will. Yer terrier" lnuttered
the driver as he unwrapped his line:
and prepared to loose the brake.
That jist phat Oil do wild yez," re
iterated the policeman.
when did Yer get out?' shouted the
driver as he started his car and the
long procession behind him began IL
move; IF had that mug o. yer's fC
line the museum. | would. %, yer s
tine lookin' curiosity 10 be wearin' :
star, amt yer?'
..Phat's that yes sayin'?" said the
officer, as he shook his clnb at the re
treating driver.
'.Rats, We terrier; that's what l say,
called the driver by way of parting
salute. as he started his horses ON trot
I-Chicd00 fii6une.