The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1890-07-27
THE LOUNGER.

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| It is the brief touch of nature that turn 9
human sympathies in the same direction.
The other morning the train over to Butte
carried among its quota of passengers
pretty little woman of perhaps thirty
years. In her arms was bright little baby
and wrestling about on the seat were two
little boys. The youngsters were continu-
ally ducking their heads out of the window
and inquiring il the next station would be
Clancy. The baby was nervous and it re-
quired all the powers of patience on the
part of the mother to keep the trio in any
sort of humor. After she had told the boys
for the seventeenth time that the brakeman
would tell them when CLANCY was reached,
the train pulled up to the station.
Watching anxiously on the platform
was fine looking young man and
when the first glimpse of him was
caught the yells of "Papa!' that followed
could be heard in Boulder. The next min
ute the laughing baby was in his arms, the
boys were hanging on to his coat, and the
smiling wife was asking a thousand ques-
tions. Then another member of the family
appeared in a handsome Irish setter just
released from the baggage car. In three
jumps the dog was in front of his master,
barking greeting. Altogether, it was as
pretty little picture of domestic happiness
as ever saw, and quite agreed with my
travelling companion when he remarked
that "if that husband was not satisfied with
the world marriage was failure and human
Joy delusion.
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No one ever suspected that Hon. W. J.
Penrose, editor of the Butte Mining Jour-
nal, had a soul for music. Yet he is mu-
steal critic Of more than ordinary ability.
The other evening the moulder of public
opinion, Hon. James A. Murray, the mining
millionaire and Manager John Mcguire,
were on the balcony of the Broadwater lis
tening to the delightful music of the mill
tary band.
"You call that band" said Penrose,
why, can bring five bands from Butte
and everyone of them will beat that crowd"
II don't think you can," said Murray.
'"Those soldiers are playing that Wagner
music admirably"
Wagner musicr' replied the editor. cts
no good. Wagner should let music alone
and attend to his sleeping cars.'
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The talk turned into opera houses and
this brought out story from Mr.. Murray.
It has been heard before but is always
worth repeating. Senator Tabor, of Colo
RADIO, went to Leadville and did much to
make the success of that prosperous camp.
He built fine opera house, during the con-
struction of which he strolled about watch
ing the workmen. Finally he found an art
list painting handsome fresco portrait on
the ceiling on the arched stage.
Whose picture is that" inquired the ex-
senator.
"Shakespeare's," answered the artist.
"Who is hep"
"Why, the greatest dramatic author in
history" explained the artist.
"Well, what has he done for this town?
Rub out his picture and put mine there,
ordered Tabor. The order was obeyed and
the ex-senator's portrait is there yet"
Nv
Colonel Curtis, by reason of his official
position, is in constant receipt of all sorts
of communications and inquiries. The
other day some correspondent east wrote to
the postmaster of Helena to learn the name
of the most popular and influential lady in
the Queen City. The colonel returned this
diplomatic answer: Helena is blessed
with intelligent, beautiful and charming
ladies and to each is due the distinction of
being the most popular and influential lady
in the city, there being no monopoly of the
above terms" White-winged peace reigns
in the hearts of our female population and
ergo all is happy and everything is lovely.
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IA word of advice to liars: Be careful
when you lie. If you fabrioate in the
| vicinity of one of Helena's leading hotels,
the gentlemanly clerk may have travelling
card of the International Association of
Liars. It reads like this:
HELENA, July n, 1880.
Mr.. John Doe.
Dear Sir: This is to certify that you have
been elected an honorary member of the
above order, having passed highly
creditable examination as single handed
liar, and have likewise been raised to the
thirty-tnird degree, with tho title of Grand
Chief Delineator of the State of Montana.
ANAN1As, Secretary.
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speaking ABOUT nanOlnR IN lCemS 10 tne
paper" said Hugh McQuaid. II remember
certain miner in Virginia City who was a
good deal of character. In the belief
that he was the coming poet he fell in the
habit of favorinR the Montana Post with
illusions of various kinds. H. N. NcGuin
was the editor at that time. was standing
in the Office one day when our Byronic
friend sneaked in. handed big envelope to
the editor and ran out without saying a
word. The envelope enclosed few yards
of poetry. It was garrulous tale of the
remarkable adventures of miner. only
remember the final lines of each verse
which ran:
The gray owl boot d to his mate in the woods
| That dead man lay in the road.
| These lines afterward became great BY
word in Virginia and are not yet forgotten
by the old-timers.
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When Justice HARDWOOD is asked by hi
friends for the time he tells hem to lool
at the court house clock. He says that b
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