Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-12-20
THE TOPICAL TALKER.

HIeGlnty's skeleton - Two Heroes II the
Liens Den-Let Us Draw the Line ~
Hogi-An Interview with santa Claus.
! Ever since that skeleton was unearthed by
the workmen removing the cliff for the
Fort Wayne Railroad enlargement at Jacks
| Run, Mr.. A M. Watson has been constantly
teased by his brethren at the bar. The skeleton
was found on Mr.. Watson's estate, and the
query of his friends has been lately: "Say, Mr..
Watson, have you discovered the identity Of
| your skeleton yetr"
Mr.. Watson enjoys joke better than any
man know, even if 1t be on himself, and. after
laughing at the question daily fred at him for
q good while, he bethought him of areply which
turned the joke on his tormentors-
A party Of lawyers were gathered about Mr..
Watson day before yesterday. on Diamond
street. The conversation had, as usual, drifted
around to the subject Of the skeleton.
"Have you found out who he wasF' said some
one.
'why, yes. i" replied Mr.. Watson, looking very
serious.
There was a chorus of "who was he?'
"McGintyI' said Mr.. Watson. with tears in
his voice. 1t was pathetic sight. they say. to
see the gradual dissolution Of the group.
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THE poolroom on Federal street which bears
and Kuenne has been q great gathering place
for the friends of the Brotherhood since the
baseball excitement began. When you get
tired Of looking at the weedy youths who eter-
nally play pool in Morris, your eyes may fall
upon two long sheets Of paper which hang
upon the walls. On one sheet are the names Of
the friends Of the Brotherhood, and the other
sheet is set aside for the names Of those who
favor the old League. As one would expect,
the former is crowded with names-hundreds
upon hundreds. But it surprised me that two
friends Of the old League should have had the
temerity to sign their names. and leave them
in solitary grandeur to confront and defy the
BrOtherhood's adherents.
AT this ideal time of charity and forbear-
ance cheeriness and turkeys. presents and
pleasant presentiments, 1t ssems almost bar
barous to make a complaint about anything.
The season lie one of rejoicing and making glad
the hearts Of others as well IS your Own. But
When drygoods merchants quietly Pile their
packing cases mountains high upon the pave
ment when the modest music dealer adds the
sidewalk to his showrooms, when the retiring
grocer keeps pedestrians hustling to avoid
avalanches of barrels and cascades Of boxes,
the public says to itself that it Is born to be
3D." anyhow in this world. and little
AAt&0 Va Aono bbobAAOsAoh ~ VIC pabA
Of life does not count. As . very
small and insignificant atom. 1 confess to
echoing the rest of the public's resignation.
But the line must be drawn somewhere l
draw it at hogs dressed or undressed. and when
q man piles dead pigs over two-thirds OF q mar
row sidewalk at holiday time, when crowds
perambulate, he passes beyond the pale Of
federation. This nuisance exists or has existed
on several days during the past weak outside
general store on Federal street. near the Fort
Wayne Railroad station. The hogs must gol
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WHILE the Kris Kringle myth has many
devout juvenile believers in this neighbor-
hood, d,-may the harmless happy fable never.die |
outE-there is reason to believe that the young |
ster Of to-day has not much reverence for the |
patron saint Of the nursery at Christmas time. |
A very small belle, going the rounds of the |
stores downtown with her father, was taken |
into one popular establishment where living |
embodiment of Kris KringIe or Santa Claus |
presided over the chlldren's department. The |
nineteenth century lstter-day child was not the |
least surprised to see the gray-bearded genius |
Of her dreams Not sheI She walked up to |
him, held out her tiny gloved hand for shake, |
and said: "How dye do, Mr. Santa Clausf |
pse sent you two letters, an want two dolls, 3
tea set, ring for dis finger, an some candy. in |
boxes with pictures on them, Kis'mas tree, |
an two dolls. an" she was out Of breath-'.an |
I tole you the rest In the letter."