Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1889-10-12
GOD HELP THE RICH,
THE POOR CAN BEG.

From the Shah of Persia to the bride.
large photograph album, containing pic
lures Of himself.
From the President of the United States,
Queen in the hollow of his hand when not
otherwise engaged.
from Prince Bismarck, red message,
marked Collect"
From the editor Of Punch. paid-up SUBJ
scription to the paper for one year.
From the Lord Mayor of London. box of
caramels from BUYERS. whose ad. will be
found elsewhere in this paper.
From the regular local humorist. who
always sends something extremely funny
security. one jumping jack. price sd.
But space forbids a full description of the
wedding presents, and I pass on to speak
of other matters.
1 ran across Bret Harte the other day at q
reception and reproached him for some re-
marks once made by him which reflect upon
me. told him that it was hardly fair for
him to build up his own reputation at the
expense of mine. l do not play euchre,
especially with Chinaman. and made
him admit right there before 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,
Mr.. Harte's hair is now white, also his
mustache, but his face is rudy. He has
shaved of side whiskers he used to wear,
and his eyeglasses bangle by string.
He does not seem to have lost any of his
American ways-at least did not notice
that he had done so.
Speaking of euchre and kindred games
reminds me of little incident which oc-
CURED on the steamer coming over from
America. You see on an ocean steamer q
miniature world. There are various kinds
of people from everywhere all thrown to-
gether for q week, perhaps. and manifesting
their queer characteristics.
On board the steamer q few days out
from New York our stOker gave up to the
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-room a
party OF mon were playing poker. and an
interesting Jackpot was In the center of
tn table. Red. white. and blue chips were
poked forward. one after another. till spec
tators held their breath. Outside the stoIer
was gasPing at long intervals and waiting
for death.
At this moment the fresh young man
with the kodak camera came along. He is
everywhere this summer with his little ko-
dak. He Is even in Paris and London max.
ing views Of respectable American citizens
who are abroad. for the purpose of having
pose OF having their pictures taken. In fact.
they would pay a small bonus not to have
their pictures taken sometimes.
Well. the breezy youth got ready. and.
with good light on the face Of the dying
man. was about to enrich his collection,
when q gentleman from New Orleans. who
really had the best hand for the jack pot.
saw the performance. He rose with q laugh.
and throwing down his hand face up. so as
to lose the jack pot. he went to the port
hole and said: Young man. If you do that
I will throw you and your cursed concer-
tina into the hungry sea Imay be a wicked
man. play poker. and I am somewhat
unregenerate. but II you dare to photo
apn that poor::devil on the shores Of e:er-
nifty. Just to brag about it when you get
home. you will in less than two minutes
make the loudest plunk that the Atlantic
Ocean has been the recipient Of for some
time.
He then resumed his wicked game Of
draw.
I have just met the man you always meet,
who knows you and who holds on to your
hand and makes you guess who he is. He
is generally a man you do not know. 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
friends are waiting for you. You look at
your watch with one hand while the other
Is gently parboiled In his grasp. He looked
at me as q famished numidian coon from
Georgia looks into the BRIGHT rcd heart of
. laughing watermelon, and wished had
not been 70 foolish g to leave my bright