The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1891-06-27
SOME WOMEN'S WAYS.
Hew They Exasperate Passenger b.
Their IneensiderabIe Conduct.

Hew They Exasperate Passenger b.
Their Incensiderable Conduct.
Woman, with child, ascends the first
fight of stairs of the IL" road station
at One Hundred and Twenty fifth
street and Eighth avenue. Meets
colored porter sweeping the stairs in
search of nickel, with a firm detemina-
ton not to kick at anything OF a
larger denomination.
Woman TO Porter-TO which side
should | go 10 take a downtown
trains
Porter TO Woman-The uptown side,
ma'am-this way.
Woman to Porter-Well that's
queer the uptown side to taSe the
downtown train.
Porter to Woman-Curious, sho',
ma'am, dat's what folks all says,
man but
Woman to Porter-Are o sure I
Porter To wOmaD-ShO's I'm a
piggab.
She eyes tie porter scratinizingly.
Woman to Child-Guess the man
must be right. Come, deary.
Woman and "Dearyn ascend the
second flight of stairs. "Deary" is
but IL tot, and must wait till he has
both tee on u step before putting
another foot forward. They block
the stairs. Several men in q hurry
ffthey abunnd in Harlem) try to dodge
and pass them. Fools that they are /!
They can't have travelled much on the
IL" roads. Woman and .'Deary'
eventually reach the door. Woman
holds the door for ''Deary" to get i'm
and slams it on next mau's nose. 1t
all goes. She goes to the ticket
window and asks:
ais this the right way to go down
town.
"Yes'm," answers the urbane and
~garrulous ticket agent
"Well, that's queer"
Then she gets out a search warrant
for her pocket. 1t reminded me of
the search for the Doodle aldermen of
1884. But she finally accomplishes a
feat | would never attempt. She finds
it. She delves into it, inserts her en-
tire plump forearm into it. To her
amazement it is empty. She is sud
denly struck by al idea which is
whispered to her by an impatient man
in a hurry, and becomes conscious of
the fact that she holds her pocket
book in her left hand. Oh, dear!
How stupid of her! She opens her
p~ocketbOOk, doles II -four pennies to
the ticket seller, u at time, but to
save her soul she can't find the fifth
one. She finally gets a two dollar bill
changed. She has no sooner received
her ticket than she finds that trnant
penny and wants to get her bill. back.
The urbane and garrulous ticket agent
pays no attention to her request, and
exchanges ticket for a nickel with the
next mar in a hurry. She finally
reaches the ticket choppers box.
sis this the right way to 90 down
town. she prudently asks before put |
ting her ticket in the box.
Yes'm.n
"Come. Deary. This mans mighty |
curt" (solilOquizins.)
A train Is at the station. Scores of
men in a hurry shove or jump over
Deary's head and stampede for that
rain. The gong rings, the greatest
stockholders OF the road slams the
gate with a grin, and scores of ME- in
a hurry get left and have TO wait for
at least u quarter of a minute for tue
next train, which they employ in bes-
towing blessings upon the heads of
Deary and his c~icerone. The woman
finally reaches tine man who owns the
station platform and inquiries:
'sIs this the right way to 60 down
town.
"Yes'm."
Another train thunders by. The
woman and "Deary' soon find them
selves opposite the gate, blocking it.
To make assurance doubly sure she in
quires of the conductor:
-"is this the right way to 60 down
town.
.Yes'm-be lively-both gates" is
the official reply, in Susan Nipper
style.
Woman and "Deary" are bundled
into the first a by the impatient
passengers, and rs she takes her seat
hesitatingly | hear hes s~oliloquize,
"That's queer"
1t was.-New York Herald.
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