St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-08-12
TALES OF THE TOWN.

Of all the queer resting places that we
sver were heard of, that chosen by a
oushy-bearded tramp last night on Tenn
oerance street caps the climax. The
policeman Oh that beat when making
his rounds about 1:30 a. m. heard
1ueer noise proceeding from an open
french six feet deep. Throwing a
stream of light from his lantern into the
Dit he discerned a man sleeping, bliss
FULLY oblivious of everything, in the
potion of the hole. He seemed to re-
sent being walked up, and begged hard
10 be let alone. 1t was no go, however,
and he was soon rumbling off to the
central station in the patrol wagon.
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There's a poor fellow employed just
how as Sweeper-out and general roust-
about at the Saddle Rock restaurant on
Jackson street who has history, and
somewhat queer one at that. He is an
EngliShman by birth, entered the Brit
sh army i'll the Royal Horse artillery
when he was eighteen years old, was a
member of the regiment which was al
most decimated while dragging their
guns through the historical Khyber
Pass by whitening fire from the enc
my, who were ambushed on the cliffs
front and rear in desperate effort to
eXterminate the EnglShmen. 1nvalided
home from that disastrous campaign, he
re-entered the army in an infantry regi
ment, and was present at the siege of
Alexandria. Jack" as he is Familiarity
called by the attaches of the cafe
he hon0rs with his presence, is
only awaiting an opportunity to return
to England, when he AYERS he will at
once re-enlist. The tOrrid climates in
which the greater portion Of his young
manhood has been passed, have left
their traces, however, and it is doubtful
whether her Britannia majesty will
again enroll him among those who wear
the red coat in defense Of her empire.
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'Snipe shooting is no longer left to
Che gamins in st. Paul. Every night
when the heavy traffic has ceased there
are to be noticed, particularly on Sew
enth street, anumber of women, aged
women for the most part, who carry
suspended from the shoulders canvas
bags. and in one hand a stick with a
steel point. With the latter they spear
every cigar stub upon which their eyes
light, and transfer the filthy remnants
to the bags. These women are very fair
limitations of their Partisan sisters,
thousands Of whom pursue the same
course in the streets of the gay capital.
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The curiosity hunter may find very
prolific field for research in the caves of
the Sanity City. There are several
caves in West st. Paul, about which
the old residents tell weird stories, and
there is said to be no discovered end to
q cavern which dives into the face of
the high cliff on Channel street. Those
who have explored the subterranean
passage mentioned state that, after
winding about for hundred yards or
more, the passage leads straight down,
apparently into the bowels of the earth.
There are several others inside the city
limits of equal interest.
A good deal Of attention was attracted
on Seventh street last evening by the
spectacle of two tremendous bare feet
protruding about foot from one of the
upper windows of the Ryan block.
First one and then another stopped to
look at the feet, until crowd had col
lected. and the attention of the officer
on the beat was called to the exhibition.
Investigation showed that the occupant
of the room lay sleeping on bed be-
side the open window, and in his I'M
conscious efforts to keep cool had stuck
his feet out, causing the curiosity of the
people below