The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1890-04-27
THE LAST CHANCE LOUNGER.

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He othcr day heard gooi
ga III story from Maj. Pete Ro
NJ Tx III III nan, who is in town from tn,
JsSiY E Flethead agency. All OF thu
ltsA4ln III old timers of course know tht
IN MI genial and interesting major
H Among them is Col. Broad
water. Some time ago it occurred to thu
colonel that the stuffed form of a beautiful
white swan would be admired at the hotel
So he wrote to his friend, the major. for the
swan. In the course of a few days the bird
arrived already for the taxidermist. but un'
fortunately it was sent to the colonePs res.
idence, where il fell into the hands of the
cook. The coloners surprise may be i'm.
agined when, the bird done to q turn, ap
peared one day on the dinner table. The
friends of both gentlemen are still laugh
ing over the joke.
My friend Mr.. Progress was speaking
with me the other day about an interesting
matter. He said: can idea came to NE
this morning when my wife remarked that
she found it necessary to tramp from one
end of the town to the other to do her mar
keting. Now, why can we not have hand
some market house in this city at con.
venient point, say near Sixth avenue. One
of these places. you know, where lady
may find everything needed for the table
The place might be owned by an associa.
ton and divided in booths, which could be
sub-let to market gardeners and grocery
men. The leading grocery houses could
I'm r,oor NJ
days the building would be hive of in
dustry. Marketing is q great fad among
the ladies of the east and have no doubt
it would become very popular in this city il
better facilities were found. There is GER
tainly no reason why Helena should not
have it's established market place as we'll as
other cities.
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All Of us have enjoyed the light opera at
Ming's the week. On the bill noticed the
name of Miss Ada s. Somers, charming
singer and beautiful woman. The fact
that she is the wife of the one-armed bari
tone, John s. McWade, reminded mo of a
poem that have been carrying in scrap
book for year or more. 1t was written by
Eugene Field. Of the Chicago News, and is
dedicated to Mrs. McWade or Miss Ada s.
McWade. as her name then APP
peared at Mcvicker's. It runs as follows:
Each night within McVickers from eight till
half-past ten
And lust close up to the stage as seats are sold
they sit,
fit;
But most enthusiasm is invariably displayed
When in her virgin glory comes Miss Ada s, Nc.
Beside her charms do esteem all other charms
Her heavenly voice. when lifted up, my very
And when she rolls her beauteous eyes down on
the bald parquet,
Beneath that flood of radiant bliss like to swoon
Yet by certain yearning far more and more I'm
stayed,
And neither hear nor see enough Of Ada s. Nc
Wade.
I'd rather hear that teasing song Of Follow Me-
Than hear ten thousand op'ras such rs Mrs Thur
And, oh! if she would only sing that :'Follow Me"
Would sit in that crowded pit like wsrt upon
M. not With III, Thermometer at 40 in the shade
I'd sr1Mh . my hat and waltz around for Ada s. Nc
Oh. would were a fairy.-a fairy boy mean,
A singing in the moonshine and gambling on
Right 'f briss ky would caper and voc.lize and
speak,
And cut an sorts of didoes for my bed-and-board
And the boon, thu, heavenly boon, of being nigh
That dear deishtful fairy, Miss Ad. s. Mcwade
AIas. no fairy am I, nor even vet a lad
And four big bouncing urchins presume to call
me dad;
o cruel time, imposing on the mountain top your
While deep below its summit, the fierce volcano
0 cruel: Set o kindly fate that hath SO .hrewdly
Senility wax young again for Ada s. McWade.
Let others sing go, gentle nymph, :" to her whom
The nymph Of miscellaneous taste and polyan-
drian eyes;
I'll rather choose to raise my song and tune my
To her whom honest women folks and worthy
men admire;
And they agree th,re nowhere bides widow,
That vii! compare in all that's fair with Ada s
You will seldom see more complete ex-
ample of human ignorance than the notice
that found the other day ION the elevator
of the Montana club. Here it is just as it
appeared:
The Elevator will Not run Bee Four
Noon
tomorrow.
will not say whose signature was under
this notice. Here IS an address that is
rather unique. After the mans name it
reads French town, Montonia, in care of
Charles Burrows for John Boylen that is in
Moore city. presume job printers can tell
more tales of this sort than any other peo-
pie. One of them told me the other day
that it would surprise people to know of the
ludicrous mistakes.that business men make
in orders for printing. He said some of the
copy would make the ghosts of Lindsey
Murray and DR.. Webster hide their heads
in shame at the ignorance of the human
race.
10. o. F. Conclave.
Schuyler Colfax Canton No. 2, of this
city, left in a body for Anaconda yesterday
morning to the number of 200. They had
been constantly drilling for some time past
in hopes of carrying off the prize, and it is
n matter of cOnpratulatiOn that thew sue.