The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-12-08


per last Tuesday night. Considerable
money changed handson the result.
The beauX and bellies of the town are
anXiously awaiting the grand annual
ball of the Friendship Club. 1t will be
the affair of the season.
The citizens are wondering how much
it really cost the Town Fathers to have
their names immortalized on that marble
slab in the new Town Hall.
UNION HILL HITS.
The whole town watched the fight
made by McBride's salesman against
Recorder Schlicher and Policeman
Feeney for false Imprisonment. When
the glad tidings of the case being dis
missed reached the town it waSsuggested
that brass band be sent to Hoboken to
escort the mighty minions of the law to
the Hill. Arrangements had been com
pleted when e common horse car hove in
sight bearing the Judge and the police
force. If McBride's statesmen want to
peddle on the Hill now they will have to
pay yearly license of $40.
Druggist Wolff looks like a picture of
our old friend Mr.. Pickwick Pudgy in
form, good natured in temper, he passes
his days as contentedly as papa frog in
a mill pond.
Jeremiah Chrysanthemum O'Connor
and Christopher Sunfower Tangemann
speak not as they pass by. The way in
which jeremiah, etc, metaphorically
planted his doubled digits on the cervical
vertebr8 of Christopher, etc, has filled
the latter with a desire for vengeance
most dire.
George Denzer has an old head on
young shoulders.
George Collmer can mix "sour" in a
way that will keep prohibition from
Union Hill for many a day.
Chief Icke's oil ran out the other night.
His whiskey (?) made an excellent substi-
tute.
John Wallace says that the next man
who attempts to inveigle him into the
pleasing pastime of opening oysters will
never celebrate another birthday. Johnny
lost three finger-nails and any amount of
superfiuous cuticle trying to jab knife
through a poor bivalve the other eve, and
has since been laid up for repairs.
One of the members of the Italian no
bility played selection entitled "Where,
Oh Where is My Little Wee Dog?" in
front of Chris Wooser's hospitable door
the other evening. Well. Chris has
another sample for his patch quilt, and his
highness rubs his afterthought and pom
ders sorrowfullyo the Scriptural maxim
-''For they that seek, shall find"
Some miscreant is continually ringing
Lie DEC dlAItH. Ou MISUNDERSTANDING, hDlle
the boys of Palisade Engine Company
were enjoying a fine spread, the bell rung
off. The boys instantly responded, only
to find it hoax, and were treated to cold
turkey when they came back.
GUTENBERG GLITTER.
Captain Ignatius Krobatsch delights in
telling of his connection with the
Second Regiment. The Captain is a good
story teller, and has keen appreciation
of practical joke, as certain young men
can testify.
This town came near-pretty near-hav-
ing county representative. Herman
Walker was willing, but the majority de-
creed otherwise. 1t is wodered if Her.
man ever dreamU of election.
The gambling mania seems to pervade
this town. Those who do not attend the
races are engaged in a milder form,
throwing poker dice for fifty cents a cor
ner. 1t is generally found that this
amusement is as exciting as visiting the
track.
1t would be hard to find more desolate
place than Gutenberg on winters day
If it were not for the. races the town
would be dead.
Fred Lauterbach. when not shaving
customers at the shop, can be found shay
ing bookmakers' slips at the track.
James De Gross is another prominent
member of the powerful Friendship
Club.
1t is whispered that Louis Durr will
soon commit matrimony
Horse, horse, horse; nothing but horse
Every squatter in their eiysi1m of yellow
dogs aud swamp rats talks horse for
breakfast. dinner and supper,
What a wonderful little word SIP isl
g BY Jove, Jack, that brown horse would
have Won Just as sure as prunes, if''-yes,
of course, sit is but it hadn't ought to be, Z"
is proven up here every day.
mick" Crugiers makes his bets with
the serenity of Choktaw brave.
DIR. H. L, Adams, of Congress street, is
often at the track.
j. Parnell Feeney that sounds more
arisJocratic, you knOw-rnles the track
with hand of iron. "a sure thing is a
good thing, TOO" Isn't it, Captain
Feeneyg
WEST NEW YORK NOTES.
The fair given by the young ladies of
the Lutheran Church was a grand sue.
cess
This town was thrown into q ferment of
excitement at noon on Thursday. Little
Mamie Lechner during the absence of her
open CRATE, aud before help could be ex-
tended was burned to crisp. The child
was very pretty and the pet of the neigh
'bors, and Mrs, Lechner has the sympa-
thies of the enJire town in her sad affiic-
ton.
Daniel Rooney is the legal light of this
little borough. He resembles much the
proverbial tadpole in the puddle.
Sergeant Darling has pleasant name.
The girls say he is darling, while the
boys say he is a daisy.
Mr.. Symes. the prominent lumber mer-
chant, is buying large tracts of land in
the northern part of the equity.
FROM NORTH BERGEN.
''Joen Brown is true and staunch
Democrat Joe" is doing to Trenton
with the rest of The boys" for the inau-
guration. and he means to do things in
style.
Win Engelbreeht is a crack shop.
ED Lennon has grown mysterious of
late. He is evidently on still hunt after
something.
Cap krobatsch looks like pirate
bold with his black eyes and fierce mus