San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-11-30
MUNICIPAL CHATTER
OVERHEARD For THE LIGHTLY sHAnp KY

OVERHEARD FOR THE LIGHT BY SHARP EYE.
Claud--I hear you've been singing often
| ,.vs english at several Of your old friends.
That's wrong, when one remembers
,hat they have made what little there Is
II you.
Briue-I know It's wrong, but want
'rm to fall on their knees before me, like
the city council. They used TO scratch
nv back with kid glove, but their finger
nails have grown so lately that they
s rape my very marrow. But I'll make
IN walk he crack yet
| C!aud-lt is hard to walk straight In a
crooked road and this is probably why
they jumped the track. Its sinuouS any
way and I'm tired humping against the
corners myself.
| IIrine-YeS, the road ahead looks dark,
muddy and crooked and / haven't even
.andle in my vest pocket to light the
way. 1t SEEMS to be lined with judges,
gr md iureS and other sentinelS of the
peop and I'm afraid rs lost the counter
| sign Never felt worse since | carried
that black eye which the Cen
pral forced me to accept that time
| told him didn't want it but ne said |
should lake it home with me anyhow. |
| rurn' the most of it over to a lerch and
a raw beef s eak absorbed the rest.
Claud Nrver like black myS fired
is my avor colo though 1n'Ner make
any display oft
Brine-Nerthrr do I, and so far as
CIaud-Except that ford stuff in your
hand.
Brina-This Is only tea that am
taking for my corns. My faith doctor
says it will r. move EN-, boots and all, if
destroy enough of it: so destruction goes.
Claud-Which reminds me that boots
are sometimes the HABITAT OnS of bob
tailed serpents and other elongated
| bodies.
Brine-I don't care a disem boweled
pea nut If they are: l wear shoes myself.
! pass the snake-food.)
Claud-Wait till Newcomb passes.
He's seen me in this act too often before.
My arm Is weak anyhow. Besides, the
wrapper looks as II all the contents had
been already forced into retirement.
Brine-HeS talking to the two Joes,
and by the power of a politicians breath
| land some of their atmosphere would bust
safe) I'll whistle something into their
ears also. Capt. Nat, one of the red kings,
is with 'em too. They look at me as if !
had only postage stamp to my back and
looks would freeze icices in a hot oven
| and my OvercOat warns me no more than
| II was in a goose quill.
Claud-And the voters shake hands
with them as if they were town pumps
ard never went dry. They're making
while you're losing, friends. They say
you are "tin canned" and they know.
bag" and he knows. Captain George
says you are squeezed lemon" and he
knows. And l say you are nothing with
| a hole In it," and everybody knows that.
Brine-I'll take that from you, but
| won't hold it long. It's truth and that
hurts all the way down and the full dis
lance back-from the starting point to
| I ba Mo ~
me in possession Of the bottle if told you
where it was?
CIaud-Not for half that's in it.
| I'm no transfer wagon, a work OK nor
derrick. Do a little hoistiHg yourself,
and don't melt the spoon with your
breath. Anyhow | am left handed and
the object is at your right
| Brine-What are we here for, then?
Claud-I came in to write coarse hand
with spoon, but it seems you want to
write whole page. What's that written
on that envelope near you?
Brine-Let me see, it reads: Mr.. J.
Dire, Politician, San Antoine, Texas.
Cland-ItS letter-let me read what's
in it.
Brne-rIl read it myself; the waiter is
deaf and no one is round save few alder
men at small in my hip pocket. 1t says
Joe the kid,
ESree aCd Major;
| The bearer is an all-round voter day and
night and wants a job. He can get more
votes into box than forty men-if they
| let him. or course we will. He is n rock
| breaker too. from ShattertOwn. He has
tack hammer in his inside pocket. con-
SeQuenJly he's fixed for tools. He has a
lot OF rheumatism in his right arm and his
left was shed in a cotton gin. but that's
nothing to a fellow that's willing to see
work done have known him since yeSter
day and would like to see him manipulate
nut cracker also. Squeeze him in some
where and if he doesn't make any great
noise 1t is because he has worn his tongue
into ShredS yelling for the gang. He is
cheek to his sOleS and when challenged
can swear hole through a street roller.
A hint TO the slick will double itself any
day. Accept it and the compliments of
yours for revenue only,
JOHN QUINCY ADAMS SANCHEZ.
Claud-Tack it upside down on the wall
that the LIGHT man will have to stand
on his head to read it.
Brine-There he goes now and he's
heard everything. What'l we do?
Claud-Deny it of course. even if we
have to work our tongues over time and
on half paw.
Brine-GoOd, do it!
Claud-I will!
SAN ANTONIO. TENAs, NOVEMBER 30,
1891. Sealed proposals, in triplicaJe, will
be received here until Il o'clock, noon,
| DECENuEp 40 1901 and thpn Onpnnd for