Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1889-09-13


B96E The moment they get on
nv board the cars they are
55| seized with an insane de-
II E9$N sire to eat Let us take a
~ seat-away back by the
~ wood box, please - and
watch our fellow companions.
loot, tOOt, now we are off ; gaze at
that loving pair just ahead. Oh, no,
she won't want oranges to-day. They
have not been married above a week.
How do I know? Look at her eyes
see that peculiar sparkle. That tells
the tale; newly married women and
successful fishermen both carry that
air of cOmplacency. The couple be-
hind them are of a different color: they
are not yet joined, but they shortly
VIII be If I can read the signs of his
attentions rightly.
Observe that pleasant-faced lady,
aged, say, 80; she may be 46, but we
VIII give her the benefit of the doubt
Notice the large basket her small son
is carefully guarding; we viii soon
see the contents. Here, diagOnaiIy
from us, Is a lady with a back-number
silk dress and an ancient bonnet
smOthered with very faded linen roses,
that were the style during the war.
She also has a package of food.
An! here is the train-boy. Figs,
oranges, peanuts, caramels!" Notice
how he sizes up the people. I thought
so-he stops at the pair of lovers; he
passes the married with contempt.
NHave something, 1IiIly 2"
well, George, I would like an or.
ange."
"How much are they worth ?"
Five cents each; fifty cents a
dozen.
"Give me two"
Nilly gets her orange and the train
boy approaches the ancient lady.
boy, what are your oranges worth 2"
TWENTY-FIVE cents q dozen, madam. %
what do you want for those figs %
"Ten cents a box, pIease-alI freshly
packed, good California figs, and only
ten cents for box of 'em."
will you give me three Of those
oranges for a nickeI?"
eyes, ma'am."
Notice, the boy sold his wares to
George at three times the rate of the
last transaction. The news artist
sized George up; he knew George
would not refuse his bIilly an orange,
so he stuck on the price. His last Gus
toner was not sentimental With her
it was business, and Peanuts" had to
come down to rock-bottom figures.
Catch on to that honest German
looking man who is putting large seq
ments of bologna, interspersed with
great chunks of imberger, out of sight.
He has opened the ball and every
basket and package viii now be hauled
from under seats and pulled down from
the hat racks and we shall see what
they contain. 81 told you so" Pie,
onions, cake, radishes, bread, apples,
cold chicken, candy, and the Lord
knows what else. Everybody seems to
be hungry and to have the wherewithaI
to satisfy it. The Notwithstanding
black bottle in the hands of our diagO-
nal friend does not contain whisky, it
is probably cold tea, although I Will
bet a new hat that four-fifths of the
male passengers have a flask in their
pockets, and each one, you can rest
assured, is well loaded.
foot tOOt! !! Our station at last
Take farewell observation; every one
is filling up. Thank goodness, we are
leaving the lunch-bespangle floor to
be cleaned by the care-taker at the
next junction point. And let me adj
F4oO ,yOLA bLLcIU WllCLIOF OL YOU JIdN Gl Oh
the cars not to imagine you are going
into camp for several weeks; and
should your friends insist on supplying
you with provender for the Journey,
dump the provisions into the cOaI-box.
Should you be tempted to partake of
some of the deIicacies so kindly pro
vided for you, remember you are in a
public car and not dining room.
You viii find eating stations at various
intervals where you can satisfy your
wants.
Twill conclude my little homiIy by
stating that if you wish to lay in dys-
Pepsia for your old age, by all possible
means join the noble army of people
who at the present time seem to ex-
tract the greatest enjoyment while on
the cars from exhibiting their prowess
as feeders.