Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-01-05

fervor that broughttears to the latters eyes.
"Golly| calculated George, writhing
under the pressure OF the attorneys digits,
81 see you've got it, too n'
'Got what?'
THE grip"
Mr.. Burners umbrella just grazed the
joker's left ear.
They were all talking about the various
devices and subterfuges resorted to by
tramps and beggars-too lazy to work-in
order to get financial sympathy from those
who have to toll for their money.
THE broken-a arm man has seen his
day." said prominent lawyer. who was
one of the passengers. land so has the fell
low who has the malaria and wants money
to go to Europe on. But as fast as one
dodge wears out they find another; and so
it goes"
YES" said the furniture dealer, "they're
always getting out new ones. One of them
came in to me the other day and wanted to
know if l would assist him in buying
turkey for poor destitute family, which
had not tasted food for three weeks. l had
to laugh at him, as he did not look as
though he had tasted anything but whisky
himself for three years"
THE latest dodge that have heard of, :"
said another gentlemen, lis the old vet
cram who lost his arm in the war. The
lost arm is slugly tied up under his coat
so that the sleeve will hang down empty"
"Oh no, you are behind the times-that's
not the latest" spoke up Dave Davis, the
mixologist, I've got one for you that's
later than any of them. Last night de-
lapidated, sorry looking fellow came into
my place. and after telling me that he had
some chronic disease, showed me certificate
of admission TO the County Hospital, and
then he asked me for nickel to pay his
car fare out to that institution. My SYM
pathies were at once aroused and l readily
gave hi m dime. You would not believe
it, but it was fully half an hour after he
had gone that happened to recall to mind
the greasy and worn out condition of that
permit, and it dawned on me that l had
been played"
Arthur Manley is not drde, and in that
respect some people put him up wrong.
He is only a little dressy and baseball
crank. His bets last season proved quite
lucrative, as he coppered the home team
every time, and the addition to his bank
account in consequence was considerable.
Arthur is good boy, and his manly quail
tiles have secured tor him hosts of friends,
but l am afraid he has at last put his foot
in it" and henceforth his reputation for
veracity will be an open question.
"Gee whilikens, amt it muddy though, y
said Arthur, as he boarded red car at
Eighteenth and H streets. Soft mud COW
cred his shoe tops, and as he commenced
wiping off his pumps with the straw in the
bottom of the car he spied the reporter op-
posite,
Good weather for ducks, amt it, re-.
marked Arthur.
"What do you know about ducks ?"
"Me! What do l know about ducks !
Well now that's pretty good did you not
know that l worked for four years for St.
Clair, the boss duck hunter OF the Sacra-
mento markets."
The reporter admitted his ignorance of
that part Of Manley's history and asked {:
as st. Clair good shot?'
"Well, he is not crack shot, but it is the
way he kills his game. He don't hunt
with dogs, but he has an old white horse
that gets him into the center of the flock
every time, and when he shoots there is a
slaughter The old horse is trained to per-
fectlon, and has all the traits of pointer,
lacking only in retrieving qualities. You
see, st. Clair walks alongside of the horse
until he gets his desired position, when the
old horse just steps 10 one side. st. Clair
whistles, up goes the ducks heads, and one
barrel is discharged. There is a whirr of
wings, and when the flock is about six feet
from the ground the other barrel is dis
charged with telling effect"
How many is the most ducks he ever
killed in that manner by firing both bar
rels?"
well, now, you would hardly believe
me if tell you, but it is the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so
help me, Bob.
lone morning we went out on Meister's
ranch. 1t was cold foggy and damp, and
the ducks were feeding in the soft marsh.
They were quite thick, and about three
acres were covered with them. l remained
on the levee about half a mile distant, and
St. Clair and the old white horse started
for the game. He obtained an excellent
position, and after he had discharged both
barrels / ran down and assisted in gather
ing up the game. l chased broken winged
ducks for over half an hour, and we filled
our spring-wagon full. OF course we did
not get them all, but we had 119, and sold
them to DeBarnardi for forty cents pair
They were all canvas back, and those two
shots netted US just $23 go in cash.
Several pious people in the car gave
thought his case was hopeless.
well" remarked the reporter, leach
pellet of shot in the gun must have killed
two ducks"
There's where you are wrong. The
gun st. Clair uses is what is called No. 4
bore. The muzzle is so large that silver
dollar can slip in quite easily. 1t is
small cannon, you see, and then the load
is no ordinary charge. Three ounces of
powder and seven ounces of shot. Over
900 pellets in each load"
Don't the gun kick ?"
mo; not more than a small bore gun
does with an ordinary load. But l see
you don't believe it and l am not going 10
tell that story again
As he got off the car at Third and
streets an elderly lady who had been an
interested listener, said, quite audibly,
Poor boy May the Lord have mercy on
his SOUL
The new passenger was the possessor of
very red face, bleary eyes, unsteady legs,
and a breath that was not exactly suggest
i've of new mown hay. Presently he
thought he recognized an acquaintance in
the front seat, and, staggering down the
aisle, he dropped into seat beside him.
Hello, ole man-hic-how'r yer? Give
Hap New Year"
1t was a case of mistaken identity, but
the gentleman addressed was not of the
irritable kind, so he returned the inebTi-
ate's warm grasp and replied:
Thank you. Same to you, and many
of them But l say, amt you little sub
sequent? New Year is over-you are three
days behind"
"Who?"
You"
who shays--hic-so?'
81 do"
"Whatter givin' us? I shtarted-hic-
out New Yearsh mornin' an'-hic-ain't
half through calm yet. Washer matter
wi you? Think-hic-Tm drunk, hey ?"
The reporter was comfortably situated in
rear seat of street car, calmly and
meditativeIy putting a fragrant Hop Wo,
when a gentleman who bears the proud
distinction of being one of the oldest en-
,1S Of irrh I'd raff ba Y1tt 1ad