St. Paul daily globe., 1889-08-21

GIIDED YOUTH. dDoHo -,.,
selves they happen to pass all ,e ice CiGS,,rl ioW
parlor and their companions looh ioH
ingIv at the gided sign that status III IN
the window. it generally frghtens the
life out of them, as ten chances 10 9lIo
they haven't a cent in their ln9lIo t
pocket. Instead of dining at the Gluo.
they can almost always be fouho aU
meal time seated on high stool III "a
zone minute" chop house, dining luA-
uriously on a 15-cent meal ana SWeaIili9f aif
to themselves that the hash is not Hall
as good as usual.
T. G. Mandt, of StoughtOn, Wis. IS at
the Sherman. Mr.. Mandt is one OF Tue
"solid'' men of Southern Wisconsin, not
only in appearance but in p0Sltlol1 anu ~,
business. He is president OF the L. VI;
Mandt Manufacturing company anu
owns considerable land in Dane county
He states that the tobacco crop or 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 fatteSV
and best story teller east of the MlSSlS-
sippi, and it is understood that men
troubled with heart disease always give
him 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
v-O-o-o-o-p could be heard for several
blocks, and awakened the echoes away
up the river. As he stood there snort
line train over the Milwaukee road
came dashing in under him from the dl-
rection 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
hash-hic-anyhow? Shash-hic-can..t
be sb' 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 f'r sun. Wbish ish it. sh' sun
or sh' moon? WhlSh isii-hic-""
Here he had become 50 dizzy looking
at the glaring headlight that he tipped
over backwards, and a policeman came
along and pulled him to the Slatlon.
When the policeman took hold OF iih'
he half opened his eyes ana nc
coughed:
"Whish-hic-ish it; sh' sun OF sh'-
hic-mOOn?"
7. J. Brown, of Kansas City. Mo-,
was in the city yesterday, en- route Tor
home. Mr.. Blown was formerl y con.
nected with the great dry goods firm OF
BullenP. Moore a. Emery, of Kansas
CITY. but of late years he has done
nothing but travel about the country
enioying himself Mr.. Brown thinks
that st. Paul and Minneapolis are won
derful cities. and, in many respects,
away ahead of his own town.
%*
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 reltefc
ated nromises to be good, small boy of
the family was allowed to be present at
the ''doingS,' as be expressed 1T. when
the wne-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 StroKeu tne
si!ken 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 a
very pretty little pair of Wine-colored
knickerbockers in which his fat limbs
were encaSed, ana as HIS eye III uPol
their shape!y proportions and attractive
color. his face became suddenly llluml-
mated with the dawn of new idea.
Mamma" he said. ''if you don't give
me some wine I'll tell"
"What will you tell?'' asked the
mother in fond whisper.
About my pants" was the reply.
"Well, if you do shall slap you, and
Vnu won't like that, will YOu?"
The youngster was quiet for a few
minutes. but soon broke out again, and
clamored loudly for wine.
You shall have no wine," said the
head of the house, i'll determined
voice.
''Well, I'll tell, then"
The ladies' present were Just itching
to hear what the precocious youngster
had to tell, and one smiling on the boy
said, "That's right; you tell on them II
they won't give you any wine"
"Well, then" 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.