The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1890-09-06
JIMMY KEPT HIS SEAT.
And just Because His Mother Knew How
to Protect the Poor Boy.

And just because His Mother Knew How
to Protect the Poor Boy.
A bony, thin-lipped and hatchet-faced
little women, with swapping black eyes
n wiry red hair sat on a State street
car, with an overgrown cub OF a boy OF
about six years by her side. She had
paid full fare for the boy, but the con-
ductor had perhaps forgotten the fact,
for when a lady stopped the car he said
to the mother Of the boy:
"Please let this lady sit where that
boy Is, madam"
"Whdt?" screeched out the woman
in q voice that fairly made the spines OF
every passenger on the car tingle,
make my bog give up his seat? l think
l see myself a-doin' any thing of that
sort! l think 1 do! I'll let you know
that I've paid for this boy and l amt
goin' to give up his seat to nobody! No,
sir, / just ain'W o, I'll let ye know who
yer talkin' to! Ye can't bulldoze me!
I've paid his fare an he'll set jest where
he is, an l dare We to try to make him
git upl I'll sue this comp'ny II
ye do, IL 1t takes the last cent
I've got on earth and have
to borrow more! I'll do it! Ye needn't
look at mt like that! l lint afeerd OF
ye! know what my rights air an I'll
stick up fer EN- too! Retch me payin'
fare fer a boy o. mine an hen maxim
him stand! Humph! The horse.car con-
ductor never drawed breath that could
make me do it! You're no bizness takin'
on passengers when the car Is full, an
I'll see the whole street car system In
Guinea fore I'll give up one inch O. my
rights to help carry on any such i'm
position. Ketch me boin' ordered round
by a sassy car conductor-pooh! Thinks
I'm afeerd of him-pugh! | wasn't raised
in the backwoods to be skeered by a
screech owl! You jest set right whore
you air, Jimmy, m il they GUST you out
it will be over my dead body! I've paid
good money for your fare and I'll shOD
'em what's what! I'll lot 'em know
that"
She rode clear to the End of the line
and Sine talked like that every foot Of
the way, abashing and confusing the
poor conductor so that he rung in fifteen
fares by mistake and had them to pay
when his trip was done And Jimmy
kept his seat? Indeed Jimmy lid
Zenas Dane, in Light.
The Oldest Commercial Traveller.
The Times recently noted the pres.
ence in this city of Mr.. j.. C. Page, the
oldest travelling man in the country.
Mr.. Page started out in 1852 with half a
dozen shoes in an Old-fashioned hand
bag. He sought his first order from a
former employer in Montpelier. VT.
This employer was a Green Mountain
merchant Of the regulation type. He
listened TO the youthful and ardent COM
mercial traveller. and then exclaimed:
. "Why, boy. do you think you can sell
shoes by samples?" The youth thought
he could. After mature deliberation
the merchant remarked: well, Joel, /
don't believe you would deceive me;
you can send me a box Of those shoes"
To any one who has not watched the de-
velopment OF the boo and shoe bust
ness, and the rapid increase in the num-
Der of commercial travellers of all
classes every year this story must prove
interesting. That an a%vOcation employ
ing hundreds of thousand Of persons
every year, and with hundreds OF mil
lions Of dollars invested, could grow up
during one mans lifetime almost sur
passes belief. Kansas City Times.