Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-03-21
THE TOPICAL TALKER.
In Winters Woods stiIl-Thc Fun of Poli-
tics-Lambs Are Extinct-Ink and Viue-


In winters Wood. sriIl-The Fun of Poli-
tics-Lambs Arc Extinct-Ink and viue-
gar as Beverages.
THE motion to return thanks for the beauti-
full weather of the last ten days has been re-
ferred to committee for further consi6era-
ton.
'Tis sprngl the birds cry the leaves venture out,
The bonnet, and bill for it, blossom and blow.
But the hard-hearted citizen harbors doubt
As he watches the mercury down again gol
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WHILE the politicians little and big are talk
ing of nothing but the probable division Of the
spoils, of Senator Quay's supremacy and the
monopoly of Messrs. Delamater, Andrews &
Co. in the matter of political prospects, one
may observe in the courts or at his comfortable
ofdce, on Grant street, gentleman who looks
as handsome and care-free as ever. And it is
an agreeable fact that Major E. AsMontooth
will lose none Of those personal characteristics
which have made him so many friends, whether
or not he succeeds General Beaver in the
Gubernatorial chair.
1t is always one of the things that make
politics fascinating study to the man on the
outside, that changes of the largest size and
most sweeping character are liable to occur
unannounced at any moment As Charles A.
Dana is never tired of telling us; ''There is al
ways fun in politics."
HAVE you ever noticed among the barbaric
embellishments of the street front of the Petro-
leum Exchange the emblematic heads of bull,
bear and lamb? The lamb, of course. Is
placed between the bull and the bear. The
lamb is of stone and it has survived, SO far, the
situation. To the brokers it must be a tan
talizing object; for it is really plump, tooth
some-looking lamb.
1t is not hard to imagine some poetic broker,
and why should not a broker be poetic nova
daysf saying to himself as he comes out with
his last SO from the Dollar Savings Bank
Some bulls and bears still linger late
Though why we hardly know
But as to lambs in tears we ate
The last one long ago!
WALKING down the crowded part of Fifth
avenue Yesterday afternoon with friend, I
noticed man whose face was as white as the
paper The DISPATCH is printed upon. re-
marked that we had just passed man whose
next moving day would land him in a ceme-
terry.
"Guess not" remarked my companion, "that
man in all probability is. suffering from nothing
worse than the vinegar habit. Drinks vinegar
as German does lager or an Irishman the
rale olu sGuH. Inere are not many who do
this. but recently when I was in New York 1
saw a coachman. who drives for q fashionable
family there and regularly swigs pint of vine
gar every day. He never explained to anyone
why he drinks vinegar, but he drinks it to the
knowledge of his employers regularly. As
consequence he is a CHASTITY color, absolutely
snow white, which his black hair renders the
more remarkable"
So
THERE was q schoolmate of mine who had
an extraordinary appetite for ink, or pretended
he had. 1t used to be said, I remember, that
this phenomenal boy kept supply OF ink for
his private consumption. For very small
consideration he could be induced to empty
five or six inkwells from the school desks.
Whether he liked ink or wanted to add to his
pocket money by the exhibition of this to
schoolboys' enviable accomplishment, 1 don't
know