St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-08-21

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selves they hapnen to pass an ice cream
narlor and their companions look low
inglv at the gilded sign that STATUS IN
the window, it generally frlghtens Ille
life out of them, as ten chances 10 ol,e
they haven't a cent in their lnSlae
pocket. Instead of dining at the cruz.
they can almost always be fouiio ae
meal time seated on a high Stool IL
zone minute" chop house, dining luA-
uriouSly on 15-cent meal and swearing 3
to themselves that the hash is not hali
as good as usual.
T. G. Mandt, of StoughtOn, WIS. is at
the Sherman. Mr.. Mandt is one OF the
"solid" men of Southern Wisconsin, not
only in appearance but in posltlon anu
business. He is president of the L. G;
Mandt Manufacturing company, anu
owns considerable land in Dane county.
He states that the tobacco crop OF WIS,
consin will be a good one this year, ana
the prospects for business there are as
good as they are in Minnesota. Mandt
has the reputation of being the fatteSt
and best story teller east of the MlSSls-
sippi, and it is understood that men
troubled with heart disease always give
him a wide berth.
He might have been drunk, or he
might have been sick. At any rate ne
stood leaning over the railing OF the
Wabasha street bridge last night 'heav-
ing up jonah in great shape. HIS
y-o-o-o-o-p could be heard for several
blocks. and awakened the echoes away
ND the river. A he stood there SNORT
line train over the Milwaukee road
came dashing in under him from the d.
recton of Minneapolis. AS he saw the
headlight he wiped his mouth on the
back of his hand, and the water from
his eyes with his coat sleeve, and,
steadying himself against the railing,
muttered: ''Whash in sh' world lsh
sh-hic-anyhow? Shash-hic-can,'t
be sh' moon can it-hic? If shishn't
sh' moon-hic-must be sh' sun. NO
hanged fit can be sh' sun, itS-hlc-
TOO early FIR sun. Wbish ish it. sh' sun
or sh' moon? Whlsh iSh-hic-?'
Here he had become so dizzy looking
at the glaring headlight that he tipped
over backwards, and a policeman came
along and pulled him to the station.
When the policeman took hold OF MN,
he half opened his eyes and hic-
'Whish-hc-ish it; sh' sun or sh'-
hic-moon?"
J. J. Brown, of Kansas City. Mo-,
was in the city yesterday, en- route Ior
home. Mr.. Brown was formerly con-
nected with the great dry goods firm OF
BulIene, Moore IL Emery, of Kansas
City, but of late years he has done
nothing but travel about the country
ENJOYING himself. Mr.. Brown thinks
that st. Paul and Minneapolis are won
derful cities. and, in many respects,
away ahead of his own town.
NJ
A company of ladies and gentlemen
sat at dinner last evening at the resi-
dence OF a well-knOwn citizen on Laurel
avenue. BY great pleading and reiter-
ated promises to be good, small boy OF
the family was allowed to be present at
the ''doings," as be expressed it. When
the Wine-drinking stage of the proceed
ings was reached, the youthful son OF
his father forgot all about his promises,
and wanted wine.
You can't have wine, Charlie" said
the doting mamma, as she stroked the
silken hair of her darling, and whis-
pered in his child-like ear that he
would spill 1t on his clothes" The
promising youngSter glanced down at
very pretty little pair of wine-colored
knickerbockers in which his fat limbs
were encaSeQ, ana dS Ills eye III upoh
their shapely proportions and attractive
color, his face became suddenly iiluml-
mated with the dawn of a new idea.
Mamma" he said. ''if you don't give
me some wine I'll tell"
''What will you tell9" asked the
mother in fond whisper.
About my pants" was the reply. :,
"Well. if you do shall slap you, and
Won won't like that. will yOu?"
The youngster was quiet for few
minutes. but soon broke out again, and
clamored loudly for wine.
You shall have no wine," said the
head of the house, in a determined
voice.
'WelI, I'll tell, then"
The ladies present were just itching
to hear what the precocous youngster
had to tell, and one smiling OH the boy
said, That's right; you tell on them II
they won't give y on any wine"
"Well, them" howled the malicious
little imp, my new pants are made out
of mas old window curtains, and don't
care who knows it,"
Exit mamma and Charlie; loud cries
from the back kitchen, suppressed
daughter from the well-bred coterie in
the dining room