St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-10-17

Wilson has told you
~ that l was ambi-
II What does Wilson
= know about it?
- Rgc "A 1t is none of his buSi-
A@@ V %srsl Would that II
Here, 4l1er leave OF you, come to
Say good word for mine enemy.
| Wilson was my friend (at one tlme), faithful
and just TO me-.
He gave me good advice-for which he
charged no fee
And signed the petition of my uncle for fat
Office.
| But yet he now SAYS was ambitious.
Mr.. Wilson should go and soak his head.
| | have re scued from the slums at Albert Lea
| Captives who would have had to tackle
! The rock pile until their ransoms
Did the general Golfers fill.
| When the poor have cried, have Wept-
| aside: Because tears are cheap, you know,
And the masses tumble to the racket
Cheers
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff
Yet Wilson says 1 was ambitious!
But de Y him to prove it.
You all do know that here at home
High donors have been thrust upon me,
Which have thrice refused because
They did not suit me Quite).
Was this ambitionl Yet Wilson says l was
ambitious.
Wilson is not only base prevaricator, but he
is a railroad attorney Of the deepest dye.
Applausel.
If you have tears prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this overcoat! [Sobs
l remember the first time L ever put ii on.
1t was on winters evening in st. Paul
While the mercury played at so below zero.
1t was q garment to be proud Of
Presented to me by my friends of the Column
bia association
AS mark of appreciation of my generous
ZEAL
The dealer wanted sixty dollars for it,
But finally knocked it OFF for ten because it
was for me.
Was this ambitious? If Wilson says it was
He don't know what he is talking about
Look! In this place ran Wilson's dagger
through
Through this the favorite son of Winona
stabbed,
And when he plucked his cursed steel away,
Mark Dunnell! how the blood of Lovely fol-
lowed it.
Cheers and cries of; "How about your Cop
perhead recordY
l came not, friends, to steal away your
hearts
It's too late now to do me any good
I'd rather much have had your votes
And have gone to congress, where L could
have met
And paid my obligations to my oleomargarine
allies.
Kind friends, sweet friends, do not wish to
stir you up
To any sudden flow of mutiny.
And, as it is almost noon,
And you must be hungry, the procession will
move on,
And we will proceed to bury Lovely,
Not to praise him.
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ga young lady, who signs herself "Flos-
sic" and who lives on st. Anthony hill Il
know she must be sweet and pretty, be-
cause she lisps even on paper, writes
me a little nOte-daintily perfumed- asking
for an explanation of the picture las she
calls it, which heads this column. She
don't quite comprehend the inscription. she
says, and when she first saw it she
thought it was new way OF writing up the
daily weather reports. But what myStlhed
her most of all is the dark, Zig-Zag and
generally historical lines which surrounded
the man. She realizes that storm is brew
ing, because the man has to hold his hat on
and his coat tails are Tapping in the wind
but what do the Zig-Zag lines represent, she
asks. Are they flashes of lightning or
sheets of rain. Somebody had III her that
the lines were intended to represent the
whiskers of II. B. Humphrey, which had
been blown away during a severe storm,
filling the air like black cloud-but she
did not believe this. 1t was too stale to
be palmed off even as joke. "What do
the lines mean anyhow" she asks.
Well. FlOsSie, your suspense shall be re-
lleved. They are not meant for Mr. Hum
phrey's whiskers, although Mr.. Humphrey
is the leading walking gentleman of the
Graphic combination, which manufactured
the cut mo charge for this cold blOoded
| adj. The lines are meant to represent
straws, Flossie. Not straws through which
your Romeo sucks his lemonade, but just
| Straws. And don't you know, FloSSie, that
| straws show which way the wind blows.
! Now you have the strawS; imagine that the
! wind blows; the man is reporter land ne
has new fall overcOat, strange to relate)
that makes up the combination. Funny
that you didn't think of it before, amt it?
How cute it iS-hOw suggestive! But you
can't be blamed very much, Flossie. for be-
coming bewldered. Mr.. Humphrey did
make sad failure on the straws. The
| lines which represent them might just as
well be taken for collection of bristles
from old and WORKOUT backing brushes.
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! 1t is not generally known, but the parents
! of Ed. Hilton (befOre ne assumed this name
as his stage cogn0men) laid their plans to
! have him ordained in the ministry. This
was while the family lived in small town
in Indiana, and Ed. was about Is years old.
His parents were very devOut people, and
Ed. was trained to conduct the Thursday
evening prayer meeting chapter
of the Bible, leading the singing and max
| ing brief exhOrtation. Ed. was so Jealous
that, in order not to deplete the church ex-
chequer. acted as sexton. lighting the
lamps and ringing the bell. Everything
went along smoothly until an amateur
dramatic company was organized in the
! town. Ed. was one of the first to catch the
| fever, and his whole soul was wrapped up
in it. Gradually he began to neglect his
church duties, a good deal of his time
| being taken up in rehearsals and fixing the
stage for the first performance. But. one
Thursday evening, his conscience shifting
| him, he wandered into the church, and as
sumed his old place in the pulpit and con-
| Quoted the services. He got warmed up in
| the eXhortation, and must have lost all idea
of where he was for he suddenly branched
off from talking about religion and began
on Hamlet's soliloquy, which he recited to
| the end, throwing all the solemn tragic fire
| into it that he was capable of. That set
| tied him for the ministry. His parents,
plainly perceiving the natural bent of his
mind, discouraged the idea of his becoming
| a preacher, and Ed. eventually drifted off
| with strolling combination and became a
Snowman. He says now that it was mar
row escape.