St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-01-27
MONDAY CHIT CHAT.

One of the men who helpled to make
the political fortunes of William F.
Villas, of Wisconsin, is Alexander Nc
Donald, of La Crosse. rich lumber
merchant and good Democrat, who is
known all along the Mississippi river
from st. Louis to st. Paul. After Mr..
Villas became postmaster general an
strong effort was made to remove an
offensive partisan postmaster in Me-
Donald'S district before the expiration
of his term. When the papers were
presented to Mr.. Mcdonald he refused
to sign them.
why" said the applicant, ''this man
has said you was traitor.'
Nobody believed him.
"He said you left Scotland for Scot
lands good"
"Well I'd do anything to help Scot
land along"
''he said you stuffed ballot boxes"
ST did. L stuffed in 500 more than the
other man."
she says you're at heart a Republic
am
SPY -" said Mcdonald. striking his
desk terrible blow, 'give me your pa
pers. | can stand most anything, but
when man says Pm a Republican I'ye
got to fight"
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Stuart Robson, the comedian. says the
Chicago Herald, has good story to tell
about ''la grippe" Just before he
reached this. city his stage Manager
came to him in haste. Our Lady Mary
has the grippe" he said. Notify the
understudy,' said Mr.. Robson. An
hour later letter came from the gentle
man who plays Watson Flint. ''Very
sorry" he wrote. "but have la grippe
and cannot appear tonight" MIR. Rob-
son put his treasurer into the part.
Next came a note from Miss May
Waldron. saying: II have every symp-
tom OF la grippe and fear [ cannot play
this evening"" Mr.. Robson, whose
furry was increasing every moment,
took cab to Miss Waldron's hotel and
persuaded her to appear. She did so,
and got through her part with difficulty.
similarly afflicted. Mr.. Mordaunt
sneezed in one of his most pathetic
moments. With coughs and sneezes
the play progressed till it neared the
end of the third act. Suddenly the
stage ''ticker" stopped. ''Tick on, tick
on" cried one of the characters as the
younger Van Alstyne died. But the
ticker refused to Tick on" Even the
ticker had la grippe. The curtain fell
on MI. RoDS0n'S despair.
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The day before MIR. Grady started
for Boston, Charles johnson, a well
known Atlanta man, entered his office
in the Constitution building and begged
him not to 60.
II dreamed about you last night,
Henry" he said. II dreamed that you
were in Boston making great speech
when man, in the audience shot you
with noiseless pistol"
Grady laughed, shook hands with
johnson and took the train for the
North
Curious old fellow, that Rear Admiral
Ammen, whom l saw yesterday at the
Fifth Avenue hotel. Nobody knows
how old he is, but away back in 1886 he
was midshipman, and the legendary
stories of the naval officers of to-day put
him at about ninety years OF age.
Twelve years ago he was retired at
his own request from active service,
and then he settled down in his COSY
and beautiful home at BeltsvilIe, Md.
where he spends the declining years of
his life. Occasionally he slips away
from his bucolic surroundings to pass a
few days in New York, for the good old
salt loves dash into metropolitan life
once in a while, and enjoys it as much
as men who are not half his age. His
salary as a retired rear admiral (S4.5oO1
is enough to keep him in comfort, but
that is nearly all the veteran sailor has,
for he never saved cent in the rolIick-
ing days of his forty years continuous
service in the navy.
A well-dTeSSed stranger was sitting in
a Woodward avenue saloon the other
day, says the Detroit Free Press, when
trampish-looklng fellow came in aud
''struck" the place for quarter. His
request was coldly received by all ex-
cept the stranger, who went down into
his pockets, found nothing, and finally
opened his wallet to pull out bill and
say;
81 have no change. Here's $50 bill
which you can take to the bank and get
busted and FIJI give you a quarter"
When the tramp had gone with it the
their wonder and amaZement thata man
could be found green enough to take
such risk.
"Why, he looked honest" protested
the greenhOrD.
"Yes, but he's in Canada by this
time." laughed the crowd.
"Don't you think he'll come baek?'
"Why, of course not. Never heard of
such thing before.''
After being guyed for quarter of an
hour the stranger seemed to get nettled,
and when they kept piling it on he re-
piled:
''Well, may be mistaken, but here's