San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-11-18
MUNICIPAL CHATTER.

OVERHEARD FOR THE LIGHT BY SHARP EYE.
Brine-What do you think of me now
amt been squeezing 'em though?
Claud-Like old Rip Van Wrinkles mus
ket you are the laughing stock Of the
| town. Even the Niger blew out three
teeth this morning laughing at you; and
I've been laughing in my sleeves myself
| until cracked my cuff buttons.
Brine-Glad amuSe somebody, IL it's
only Judge NoOnan and the grand jury.
But didn't | make 'em smell my English
the other day though? It'll be a cold day
an no wood in the stove when | cultivate
cOrnS for them to step on. ain't the man
with the hoe; I'm the man with the plug.
Claud-IOu was as much out OF place
that time as thirsty oyster on noun
| tain top. A stranger asked by-Stander
what allied you and was told that your
pockets were full of pins and you was
afraid to sit down. Another fellow init
mated that you was full Of
Brine-Hush, YOU skin plated ague
cake, hush! Just when NewcOmb is pass
ing you have the worst 10 say to me.
Take another eye-opener and maybe you
can see better. Am just getting TO see
good myself. Have you seen the four
kings lately?
Claud-The two red kings, Nat and
Thad, have just passed. the dark kings,
long Joe and Joe the Kid, are laughing at
you across the way.
Brine-Hang 'em, I'll make 'em walk
on their knees 10 the cross yet, and I'll
Strrw the way with prickly pears besides.
Yes, I'll cover IL with hot Goals, curry
| combs and broken glass and make EN-
swear it's soft walking. And when they
| bring their bleeding knees to me I'll give
'em paper OF pins 10 dry them with.
Claud-But those fellows have the
brains and that's load you would balk
with if You had to pull it. If an idea
should stray into your head you would
halOa for cOrkScrew at once. 1t would
die of loneliness and drop out through
your ears. Anyhow reason is leaving you
80 fast that would advise you to plug
your ears.
Brine-Give me rest-and the
bottle after. You've got me like
| that wagon wheel, tired. Wonder
YOU won dn't hush and let Inc auction
you of below cost. might get enough
on you to make the first payment on
postage stamp. Did that woman smile at
you or me?
Claud-At you, OF course. would not
| know her with a spy glass at short range.
| Besides get no SIN les for nothing: mine
| cost fifteen cents apiece. IT'S my opinion
| land won't charge you 800 for 1t either
| that she's one of your licensed sinners.
|
| our sure enough lawyers for their opinion
on the Boelhauwe hlunder?
| Claud-GeS; but every one says that
| Oscar ought to pay IL. Following his ad-
vice got us in the snap.
Brine-I know that, but the poor fellow
! has to sneeze when | hit snuff. He's my
/ figure and when | pull him he has TO
move. So have all my slave. i told him
| TO write opinion on the buttered side of
| his bread and you bet he done IL quick.
| He may get sick sometimes, but he's not
here for his health. Neither am !.
Claud-He's tired of you and says that
| when he goes out this time it will take a
regiment of oxen and forty keely motors
| TO pull him in again. He loves office well
| enough but doesn't want to stand with
| one foot in the court house and the other
| il pot OF chile-cOn -carne to hold It,.
| There's such thing as even duck being
| tired of water.
Brine But not Of politician being
| tired Of
| Claud-I'd pass you the bottle but it Is
| vacant. An alderman connected with IL
| Just now and it expired filling long felt
| want.
| Brine-Who was he, / didn't see himP
| Claud-No wonder you didn't see him;
\ he is one of yOur aldermen at small 1t
would take Lick telescope to see him
| sometimes.
| Brine He didn't ask us IL we had any
| receptaces either Was rather exclusive
| in the irrigating act, wasn't her Don't
| answer till you dislOcate the bourbon
! wrapper.
Claud-Hush there goes Newcomb
| with tamale cart full of books.
| Brine-I wish the grand jury was in
| Hell ena, or further down. | can't sleep
| anv more. ] deSpiSe 'em.
| GIaud-The commOneSt man on that
| grand Jury is your superior mentally and
| mora " and you know it. Along side of
whom you would be an ape to an Apollo.
| Yet you and your pay nO-rpnt organ
| whine like hounds in anticipation Of com
ing trouble. Your own hOwlS convict you.
Former grand iurieS saw black spots on
| YOU and so does the present one; then
| whv blame them for seeing yOu as you
| really are? It's your fault and not theirs.
| us natural for prisoner to blame the
| Jury that cOnvictS him. This is expected.
| Your cenSu was expected also. When
| one complains against the many 1t looks
| like a cur barking at a regiment of SOL
dierS IT'S no credit to admit that you
are hated" by some OF the hest men in
| town. You have made this admission.
Brine-I thought I'd play virtuous and
bluff 'em bit.
Claud-You can't bluff good men-so
soak your head.
Brine-I will!
Claudio
Secretary Foster address New York
Chamber OF Commerce and asserts