St. Paul daily globe., 1888-05-29
CAUGHT ON THE CURB.


A Gamblers Kindly Action-Ed
Hilton's Pin-John Baugh's Fish
Story.
Many people on Third street yester-
day noticed an old woman, troubled
with blindness and other infrmities,
seated on the curbstone at the corner of
Minnesota, grinding out doleful music
to passers-by from miserable, cracked,
old hand-organ. There happened by at
g O'Clock, when the street was filled with
people, a man whose business in st.
Paul is to get the best" of his fellow
man by games of chance. He stopped,
felt in his pocket and dropped hand
full OF coin into the old woman'S cup,
then went his way. The act was infec-
tiouS and a dozen more aided in half
filling the battered old tin. Though the
originator of the old woman'S good fort
une is III business scarcely commend
able, those who knew him and wit
messed his generous action had great
respect for him from that hour.
Manager Ed Hilton has been enjoying
life hugely for the past few days at the
expense of his friends. Recently
friend from Chicago presented him
with scarf pin that is life-like imita-
ton of an ordinary house fly. Instead
of placing it in his tie, Ed pinned it in
the bosom of his shirt.
There's fly on your shirt, Hilton,"
remarked friend
We'll, knock it off, he replied.
The fellow thumped away at
the insect, but his finger came
in contact with a metallic body
that failed to move. Hilton's laughter
fnl hx-f fl,n
''What'll you have?"
Since then 100 others, who have inter-
ested themselves in knocking that fly
front HiltOn'S shirt, have followed the
example of the first discoverer.
81 have heretofore enjoyed the repu-
tation of being big fish liar, but shall
never tell another fish story except
one," remarked John Baugh, of the
Astoria, yesterday. "The story was
told me. and killed every one l ever re-
lated it to. This is it:
1.-Two young fellows went fishing and
stopped at farm house. While the old
lady was cooking dinner they sent the
old farmer for bait. In half all hour he
returned with pailful of worms.
60 How much do we owe you?' the
young fellows asked.
Well began the old man, reflect
lively scratching his head, 'et's purity
warm day, worms down in the ground
purity far and kinder hard work diggin'
en-
We'll, that's all right, but how much
do we owe you?'
"'Wal. l was thinkin' of goin' fishin'
myself to-morrer. an if yell gimme
half the worms I'll call it square,"
he was ragged, dirty-looking tramp,
and by some means had gained access
to the GLOBE tower. While gazing out
DER the city he gave vent to soliloquy,
which was overheard"
"When the average maiden first be-
gins to leave her fifteenth year behind
and greets with gladstone shout poetical
sweet SIXTEEN" he unused, 1.-The eyes of
friends, long accustomed to an ungrace-
full form, begin to see traces of i'm
prOvement that ere long ripenS into
beauty. The awkWardness is gone, the
defects disappear one by one until all
perceive with gladdening eye that
the lapse of time alone must
complete the happy picture. So is it
now it st. Paul. The awkwardness of
a long and tedious winter is displaced
by coming sweetness. Warbling birds
twitter with gleesome joyousness, and
lilt NClN dil lcOOltDt Will
The trees are beginning to bud, and the
uncouth branches lose their uncouth-
ness more and more as each day is num-
bered in the archives of the past. But
as with the maiden sweet. one defect
still remains, which somewhat blurs
sweet nature in her efforts to develop.
1t is merely an ordinary scrap between
the maid and Jupiter PluVius in his
sublime endeavOrS to assert his pres
ence. However, the aforesaid lapse of
time must surely cause a full and
Frightening bloom, and a cessation of
aqueous deposits. likewise the grum-
blings of the populace. And when this
transformation comes, the appreciation
will be far deeper and more Iasting.''
Verify there are many words of truth in
the old tramp's philosophy. The public
might do well to philosophize in like
manner, and cease its epithets against
this glorious climate"