The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1890-11-28
cHICKEN-rED PRISONERS.
How the Jailbirds Enjoyed Thanksgiv-
Ing Day.

How the Jailbirds Enjoyed Thanksgiv-
Ing Day.
With the exception of the thirty 'ssrik-
ing" members of the chain gang the pris-
oners in the city and county jails Jared
sumptnously yesterday. Few of them GER
tainly have little for which 10 be thankful.
and more would greet death with indiher-
ence. but for once they cast aside gloomy
thoughts and1seemed to thoroughly enjoy
themselves In the city jail. where are con-
fined the lesser criminals, the prisoners had
. high old time all day.
When Jailer Bogart went down to the
jail in the morning the prisoners were wait
ing for him with expectant looks, and ono
old gray-haired sinner. sheriff OF the kan
CARGO court, greeted him with, Hi, there.
Roxy, what are you goin' to give US for
our dinner7"
We're going to treat you good" was the
response. An you fellows who didn't
strike on the chain gang will get chicken
potpie, soup, custard pie, potatoes, beans
and coffee. and all the apples You can stow
away
what are you goin' to give us fellersf
We're gettin' dead tired of bread and
water" chimed in John Duffy, leader of
the rebellious thirty of the chain-gang.
"Get?" repeated the jailer as he ordered
the men about preparatory to making the
morning sweep "You ought to be glad
you're alive. You will get regular dinner,
with no frills on it. just plain boiled
meat, beans, coffee. potatoes and bread"
We amt a-kicking, are we fellers Z" re-
marked Duffy to his hungry companions.
Now, you bst We amt" was the hearty
rejoinder
Hi say. old manp shouted out an
English sailor, up for fighting, IS Bogart
started away, ''be sure and put in plenty
of the blarsted pork and beans, for we're
bloomin' hungry"
He was promised that he would have all
he could eat.
In the county jail those Imprisoned on
more serious charges were not so jovial,
though all appeared to be having good
time. The sheriff provided them with q
substantial dinner, and did not forget q
few extras. Promptly at the hour OF the
jail door flew open, and half dozen trus-
ties dragged an immense covered basket
into the main corridor. The prisoners in
the rows of cells peered through the iron
gratings and awaited results. As soon as
the white covering on the basket was re-
moved savory odor of steaming coffee
mounted upward.
Hey there, Jamesy," yelled '.trusty, {"
who was in position to see the contents,
to his companion in q cell further down
the corridor, "it's coffee we've got, and IN
eat goat if here amt a pot of mighty fine
tea Pies; holy Moses! Mashed potatoes
for regiment! Aye, here we come. roast
pork, roast beef. and I'll be bowed if it
amt real. genuine chicken gravy. Hi
there, Jimmy. take that bread of there.
What's this in the bottomf It is some-
thing square and hard. Take off that
cover. A box OF applesl"
"Good-by, Pat;" yelled another "trustyr
as Jailer Farraher started TO lock up.
"Tell the sheriff he's Jim dandy, and il
we hain't locked up at the next election
we'll vote for him for president"
The eatables were then divided around,
aud all fell to. Freiderichs. the murderer,
forgot his troubles and put on q contented
look. He seemed to enjoy himself i'm
menseiy, for he talked and joked with the
other prisoners through the bars of his cell
and ate his dinner with relish.
Even Charles r. Hammond. the stylish
though infamous EngIishman, of Cleye-
land street, London, notoriety, locked up
on charge of grand larceny, ate heartily
and joked and chatted with murderers,
burglars and highwaymen, as if he was in
his element.
Thanksgiving day at the jail will be long
remembered by the prisoners.