San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-02-05
SLAMS. SLABS AND sLAsHEs.

Tor may'r.
81 will stand by YOU" as the ring
ster said to the lamp post.
Newcomb, in his wild chase for of.
flee, is trusting TO Callaghan TO pull
him in.
The martyr" expects to walk into
office on rotten eggs. A sort of Blon-
! din he will make the attempt on the
/ 18th, Bruni and other incapables will
| be present. The people may witness
/ the exhibition if they get permission
! from the boss.
Alejo Perez, peeler and electioneer-
er-by the way these words rhyme
must have felt a thrill of distinctive
muchness in his bosom, and worn
monte deck in his pocket, when
he presided at that cock pit
meeting over the may'r and
Marshal Shardein and other fir eaks
of the administration. He had been
drawing pay for three weeks prev
iously for doing "sick-list" duty and
the poor fellow looked as if he was
about to pass in his political chips.
"Sick-list" work is something that
Alejo can do more of than even
Stevens, or Cara, or Russi. IT'S as
tonishing how "sick" those fellows
get. We will have TO employ several
extra physicians TO keep them well.
Certainly! The martyr" smiled Of
ten ond archly as he pulled the vege-
tation under his nose and eyed the
fawning group around him, little car
ing how men are judged by their COM
pany or respecting the office he was
disgracing. A stranger took him for
a cock fighter. And all this in Amer
lea? Ie gods! Can this longer con-
tinue? Can such a man rise higher
than his associates? Can such per-
son "hive the Germans, corral the
Mexicans and sweep up the Irish?'
Truly, some men, like turtles, may
come to the surface occasionally, but
will descend again TO their native
mud.
When you hear a man shouting for
tap him and one thousand
to one that official pap will flow from
him like bad English from Conner. II
he hasn't his dirty hands in the pie,
he has designs on it. He is not far
from the pantry.
The boss should call meeting of
Herff and Claudon and pump suffi-
Gent mathematics into them to figure
)ut the wherea bouts of those SAC, 900. |
True, the amount is small to poIiti- |
clans, but it is big to the taxpayers. |
tbs believed that if Claudon can find |
MS glasses he can "figger' it out. In |
The meantime it might be well TO send |
/ tracer alter that 81 800 contingent |
'und.
Gen. Pope's headquarters were at |
one time in the saddle, but Gala
yhan's headquarters are mostly on |
he curbstone. Occasionally, how
ever, the elevator boy manages to |
MOIST him in one load up to his office. |
As he squeezes into it ClaudOn slips |
)ut, for there isn't room enough in it !
or two big men at one time.
When this cruel war is over Bruni .
IAN 60 back to his hand organ, Perez
,an "stock" his monte deck, Cardenas
IAN chuck" the tiger, Sanchez can
saw wood, ClaudOn can go off and |
Kick himself until he is white in the
ace, and Callaghan can go to his
'anch or to the -, it matters little |
which.
Stranger -"Your town must be
of foreigners"
Citizen-"Why do you think SOP"
Because nearly everybody is talk
ng French"
Park Keeper Joe Haetler seems to
hink that his only duty is to go
around knocking out people who OPP
pose Callaghan. A French man isn't
,afe in his presence. He knocked a
nan down saturday because he had !
French accent. Joe is dangerous these I
lays, and there is disaster in his
olstola. He whipped a sick "nigger"
ately, and is consequently a bad
nan.
Book Agent-"Can I sell you die
iOnarg today?",
ClaudOn-"No, sir.n
gent-May be can sell one to the
Claudon-"Don't think you can"
Agent-"Why sO?"
Claudon-"Beca he has no use
or anything that has Reform in it,"
"SHARPE-EYE.n