The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1889-08-18
GOD HELP THE RICH.
THE POOR CAN BEG.


ures OF himself.
From the President of the United States.
cabIe message asking God to keep the
Queen in the hollow of His hand when not
From Prince Bismarck, a red message
marked Collect"
From the editor of Punch, paid-up sub
scriptiOn to the paper for one year. J..
caramels from BUYERS, whose ad. will be
found elsewhere in this paper.
From the regular local humorist, who al
ways sends something extremely funny to
the groom, and then sinks again into OBJ
But space fOrbids q full description Of the
wedding presents, and l pass on to speak of
other matters.
/ ran across Bret Harte the other day at
q reception and reprOached him for some
upon me. / told him hat it was hardly
fair for him to build up his own reputation
at the expense of mine. | do not play
euchre, especially with a Chinaman, and [
made him admit right there. be fore every
one, that he did not mean any disrespect
when he said:
And gazed upon Nye and Nye gaZed upon me,
And he rose with a sigh and he said: Can
this be!
We are ruined by Chinese cheap labor,
And he went for that heather Chinee.
Mr.. HaTte's hair Is now white, also his
mdstache, but his face is ruddy. He has
shaved OFT side whiskers he used to wear
N his eyeglasses dangle by a string. He
does not seem to have lost IN of his Ameri-
can ways, At least L did not notice that he
had done SO.
Speaking of the euchre and kindred
games, reminds me of a little incident
which occurred on the steamer coming from
America. You SEQ on an ocean steamer
miniature world. There arc the various
kinds of people from everywhere, all
thrown together for a week. perhaps. and
manifesting their queer characteristics.
On board the steamer a few days out
heat and died. He was brought on deck
to get what air there was, for We were in
the Gulf stream and even the passengers
painted in the shade. Inside the smoking
and an interesting jackpot in the center of
the table. Red, white and blue chips were
pOkedl forward. one after another. till spec
tatorI held their breath. Outside. the
stoker was gasping at long intervals n
waiting for deaf h..
At This moment the fresh young man with
the Kodak camera came along. lie is
everywhere this summer with his little
making views of respectable American Cit
having a middling good time, and not for
the purpose of having their pictures taken.
In fact they would pay a small bonus not
to have their pictures taken sometimes.
NOil, tuO OlOCLJ yOutA SOu lOduy anu
with a good light on the face of the dying
man, was about to enrich his collection,
when a gentleman from New Orleans, who
really had the best hand for the Jackpot.
and throwing down his hand, face up. so as
to loss: the j; pot. he went to the port-hole
will throw you and your cursed concertina
into the hungry sea. l may be a wicked
a l play poker, and l am somewhat
unregenerate. but if you dare to photo
graph that poor devil on the shores of
eternity, just to brag about it when you get
home, you will, in less than two minutes,
make the loudest PUNK that the Atlantic
ocean has been the recipient Of for some
time"
He then resumed his wicked game of
draw.
/ lave just met the man you always
your hand, and makes you guess who he is.
and are glad of. it. He holds you and let's
you suffer while you try to recall the place
where you saw his disagreeable face, and
fp1S1d' at are yo %r''in Watch i1r With yiaSh' e oDs
hand while the other is gently par
boiled in his grasp. He looked at me as
q famished Numidian coon from Georgia
looks into the bright red heart of a laugh
ing watermelon, and wished had not been
so foolish as to leave my bright. new gun in
my dress suit the night before. He would
not tell me his name or where he lived, be-
cause he seemed to think that / ought to re-
member that. Possibly met him years
ago when he wore a smooth face and
clothes with a wide black and white stripe
around them. Now he had jute whiskers,
parted in the riddle. and Londo clothes.
which hung on his system like the seat of a
baby elephants trousers. OF course l could
not remember him. AS he did not nave the
politeness to tell me his name, l told him
that | would have to be excused, and 90 up