St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-09-09
THE GOSSIPER.

The state fair possesses something besides
curiosities; it boasts Of poet laureate, al
though nobody as yet has been able to iden-
tify him. During the night he had been to
work, however, and yesterday on a huge
sheet of brown paper, pasted up in con-
splcuous place on the grand stand, was the
following Screed:
How many soul hung high in space,
How many fond, expectant face,
How many rich, soft piece OF lace,
Will be at the Fair tomorrow?
How many the glare Of diamonds paste,
How many maiden pure and ehaste,
How many large, voIuminous waist,
Can be seen at the Fair tomorrow
One Of those men who talk from morning
to night, and are never happy unless their
jaws are wagging, sat in a seat on a snort
line train yesterday, RECALLING the passengers
with his conversation. Every once in
while he would pause for want of breath. but
as soon as he recovered it he would start in
fresh. Here is some of his conversations:
81 goes to the fair at Rochester the other
day, and have fine umbrella with heavy
gold handle and stop at one OF the hotels,
where puts my baggage up in one OF the
rooms and hangs UP my extra pair OF
breeches on nail and sets my umbrella IN a
corner and then goes over to the falr grounds
where I enjoy myself for some time by Hlrt-
ing with all the pretty girls and married
women; and then l goes back to the hotel
and up to my room, where look for my UNI
brella, but can't find it. as somebody has
takes my rain cover with him, leav-
ing me nothing to walk around
in the wet with except my extra
pair of breeches,. which 1 find hanging
where have put them, as the thief has evil
IDENTITY missed them, or else thinks the ones
have on might get dirty, so that will have
to change them for the others, and not walk
around like Adam does in the Garden OF
Eden, with Eve as a side partner, which it
would have been very uncomfortable TO DO,
as am naturally a modest man, and have
been since my birth, which fact my mother
liked me for and always
Here he stopped for breath, and the train
also stopped at Hamline, and almost every
body left the car.
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The Minneapolis Tribune people seem to
have peculiar penchant for writing them
selves up and printing squibs and funny an
ecdotes about each other. When Mr.. Labra-
dor Whiskers owned the paper there was not
such a chance to do it, except when the an
nuals were issued, but since the great 'ab-
sorber'' took possession of the sheet and res
directed the Truthful James column, the
opportunities come around once q week
regularly. The reporters and other writers
on the papers are paid so much per inch for
Truthful James matter, and when any
thing peculiar happens to one of them he
prints it. For instance, yesterdays issue
contained several columns OF the stuff, and
sandwiched in part Of it was an elaborate
Charles Aft Williams met with a calamity
last week. and went ON to relate how that
same old friend had had sundry portions of
his anatomy made raw by superfuous
amount of salt i'll his bath. IL is not wished
to iDsiuuate that Charles wrote the squlb
about himself, but Charles ALI is managing
editor of the Tribune and looks over all OF
the copy-thats all.