The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1890-05-25
THE LAST CHANCE CLUB.

THE LAST CHANCE CLUB.
heard good story the other day about
q young English blood who has lately come
into the possession Of q few thousand dollars.
He has particular fancy for flashing hun
dred dollar notes ON every possible occa-
sion. As he is better equipped with money
than brains at this time it often happens
that he makes decided fool of himself.
A while ago he took party to the theatre.
When they reached the box Office he en-
deavored to create sensation by dropping
one Of these hundred dollar notes in front
of the ticket seller. The official responded
pleasantly that he could not change the
bill and Lord Chumley followed with a
great show Of indignation. He carefully
scanned the various carts of the note, and
then looking up enquired IN tone of pro-
found amazement: "Me good man, low is
this? 1s not the name of this man Rose
Grams good for twenty pounds. don't ye
know?' And the young snob apparently
could not understand the situation when q
howl of laughter arose from the spectators
surrounding.
The same young man aspires to join the
theatrical coterie which enjoys some popu-
larity with players when they come to town.
At a certain dinner party attended by the
Casino Opera company, am assured that
this term includes only the stars and prin-
cipals, he was present, accompanied by one
of the usual hundred dollar notes. The
freedom with which the mineral water
flowed aroused the milk Of human kindness
in the chappie's soul. In spirit of mild
generosity he made one of the young ladies
present of the bill. Of course it was
gladly received, but after time my lord
from Porterhouse lane repented and asked
for his money. am informed that it was
returned only after threat on his part tc
call in he police.
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I was one of several spectators who were
amused the other day over an incident il
the dining-room of very well-known no
tel in this city. At our table was lout
young man whose appearance reminded M
of nickel plated edition of ''tin horn
His fad was the manufacture of salads. H,
ordered some lettuce, and then after look
ing about the room to attract attention, h,
loudly called for series of condiment in.
Guiding little of everything in the house
After these various articles had beer
brought by the smiling waiter, my frient
from Freshtown proceeded with his curiou
mixture, in the meantime airing his view
on salad making. When the exhibition wal
finished we were not surprised to see hin
give himself away by setting the salad aside
and beginning his dinner with consomme
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Ichatted with the head waiter a momen
on leaving the room and mentioned the in
cident. "Oh, yes," he said, I'VE get al
sorts of people here. Now look at tina
young fellow over there in the corner,
followed the mans gaze and saw wei
dressed and gentlemanly looking fello,
eating his soup from tureen.
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Here is true story on E.V. Smalley, VIII
was in Helena few days ago in the interes
of the Northwest Magazine. His wonder
full resemblance to his friend, the late Pres
ident Garfield, has often been noted b
those who were familiar with the appear
ance of both men, and this resemblance !
said to become more striking as MI
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time of his death. One time b
happened on the train with Mrs. Garfield
When Warren, Ohio, was reached both lei
the train and went out on the station plat
form and as it happened they were together
A lady rushed through the crowd of passen
gers and after kissing Mrs. Garfield turne
to Mr.. Smalley and planted kiss squar
on his cheek. OF course the modest ma
was embarrassed beyond measure but whe
he found he had been mistaken for tn
president the situation dawned upon him
The story went the rounds but it has nc
been forgotten. Mr.. Sn,alley often find
friend ready to spring the story in soois
gathering.
The other day was standing in front G
The Helena when two fellows of the 'ol
sport in hard luck'' stamp came along an
stopped near by. One of them gazed dow
the street for moment and then remarke
: in hopeless tone. SWELL, George, I'm e
ing to leave this town for good and hav
lived here for twenty years. eyes, and
. am going to do the same ting. De towr
no good" said George. Then the first ma
continued: you are right, it's no goo
but it was once. used to like this pla,
;, and it owes me living. Why, have pal
barrels of money to the treasury of tn
r CITY," Now thought here is chance #
a story. This man is capitalist who h
seen better days. will strike him Fl
> something, SO edged up and said: IN
friend, overheard your last remark. "
> must have had an interesting career. Y,
= must have seen prosperity if you have pa
SO much money IN taxes to the city trea
J. urer." ''Young man." said he, with &c
rowful look, "my remark was strictly tru
but the town did not get my money
taxes-it was for fines.''
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