The daily citizen. [volume] (Asheville, N.C.) 1889-1890, 1889-12-08
ODDS AND ENDS.

Mr.. Charles T. Rawls has been made
the agent of the West Chester Fire In
surance Company. The words, "6re,
room 8O," FIRE, room 1922" etc, which
appears on the register OF hotel SO con-
stantly, must call up very pleasant
thoughts at the Swannanoa.
Capt. Troy obtained two and halt
bushels of potatoes from the city's side
walk garden on South Main street.
Since "a public Office is public trust,"
the public must trust that the Captain
will turn over these potatoes to the city
treasury.
Officer Bradley has returned from a
shooting expedition. He said he shot
190 birds altogether and never quailed
before the suspicious eye of his listener,
when he mentioned the fact that he OBJ
tanned one hundred of these birds in two
hours.
Two doctors of this city were chatting
together in a drug store, when one be-
walled the fact that business was very
dull Yes" said the other, ~ warned
the people of Asheville and stated what
would be the result of having water
works and good sewerage system. 1t
is too bad" And the two companions
strolled away to drown their sorrows in
the flowing bowls, and wonder why the
citizens Of Asheville didn't protect their
home industries.
He was very small man, wee, tiny
man, and as he sailed up the street, one
darkey gave vent to a chuckle that
threatened to cause him pain. "Ha ha
Say, boss, yo' dun know lots er owls.
Oars de swamp owl, an de screech
owl. He arn't neither of dem. He's dat
upland screech owl. A right smart puff
OBJ wind would blow him off his perch.
See him gwine up de road. Whew! I'll
dun hurt myself lafin.' Deed will.
Dat ere coat tail OBJ hisn dun go fippity
flop and stick out behind him like
pair OBJ wings"
Officer Worseley was in THE CITIZEN
office yesterday morning to get copy of
the paper. He says he intends to pre-
serve that paper, and the letter Of Jeffer
son Davis to the Fayetteville centennial,
until his son, who is now a year old, is
able to read, so that he too will revere
and honor, as his father does, the men,
ory of the great and illustrious man
whom the South has always been proud
of, and whose death has shown that the
North also honors and respects him, and
i'll the universal mourning for his loss one
more link has been added to the chain,
which makes us one people and one ma
tion
"The old oaken bucket that hung in
the WE'LL" where is it? Well! 1t isn't
there. The sentimental have shed tears
over it, sung of it in tender pathetic
their wives because there was one days
accumulation ofdust on their glass. Yet
what would that "old, oaken bucket" be
without the moss that grew on many
years gradual deposit of soil, with it's
rusty hoops and green ooze? Alas! No
one can drink from it any more. Its
hoops Ia spade must be called a spade)
were found on North Main street yester-
day morning, and like some other things
one hears of, they will not hold water.
Residents were awakened on Friday
night by several shots fired in quick sue
cession. Windows were raised, and
neighbor called to neighbor, asking
what was the natter. 1t was about l
oclock and the trouble was dog fight.
Five bull dogs had been brought together
about half mile from the court house,
and the colored population were out in
force to see the fun. But our police are
always on the alert, and officers, Hun
ter, Collins and Mcdowell, started
for the fracas with pistols loaded and
belts we'll strapped. What race it was !!
Now Hunter was leading, now Collins,
and then Mcdowell would forge ahead.
Over the ploughed fields and stubble they
raced. Fences were Evaulted, and their
hats were left where they fell, such was
their hurry. But when they got there
the audience had fled, and the dogs
were snarling and tearing each other
in the greatest fury. A halt was
made. The word was given and
three shots rang out on the night
air, and away scampered the dogs in
search of the bullets, which almost hit
the cat that was perched on the fence
refereeing the fight. With what emotion
| each policeman turned to the other and
said, at would have been a pity to kill
such fine dogs. wouldn't have hurt
them for anything" Which was the
larger tale, that. t.policeman's or the cats
At any rate it might be labeled a dog
gone tale, for that was the end of it.
Important Meeting.
We would direct special attention tc
the call in another column, signed by
Mayor Blanton and President Powell o
the Board of Trade, for a meeting or
| Aondav niUht in he court house to con