Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1891-09-12
HOT TOM AND JERRYS
AT
PATSY O'LEARY'S,

are all signs that winter is coming.
It's the proper thing to mention the
approach of winter in all your letters
about this time. And the above rath
er ragged way will be an offset to
Beautiful Spring anyhow.
The dear city people who have been
away from New York all summer pay
ing big money for sunburn, mosquito
bites and other pleasures of the sum
mer season, have all returned, and
upper Broadway and 9th avenue are
both gay with the good clothes of the
fashionable promenaders.
The Park Row horror is now as old
as yesterdays newspaper.
Labor day was yesterday.
Excitement over each is at an end
and politics is now the topic.
The republican convention opens to-
morrow at Rochester and the various
clans have gathered there. Collector
j. Sloat Fassett, of New York, seems
to have the call for the goyernorship,
and boss Platt, who owns the repub-
lican portion of the Empire State, will
probably assent to his nomination.
SO the eagle screams, while the mug
wump lies low and the confident
chanticleer of the democratic party
cares not who the nominee may be
that is to fall outside of the breast
works. like Warner Miller in 'SS.
A SIM mar said that the emblem of
the G. O. P. was no longer the eagle
anyway. 1t was now Il composite
fowl-a sort of Reed bird with a Nc
Kinley bill, and the SIM man was
nearer than he knew.
a dissertation on politics would be
garbled and incomplete in this letter
did | make no mention of the man who
shed the lustre of his smile in Gotham
one week ago | mean the honorable
gentleman from Pompey Smash who
led the Brown clubs on to victory to
the cheering cry of ''An Office for
Every Man"-Frank J. Mcmahon. 1t
was with pleasure and surprise | greet
ed him as he stood with outstretched
hand to meet me some time ago in the
SIN Office. He was fresh from the
Baltimore convention and each risible
in his seraphic smile seemed to say
'The offices are ours and the Mine
lnspectorshlp belongs to me ~ For
since Frank Browns nomination the
urbane register of Vale Summit Is a
power in the land.
GLOW is old Hoffman ?" was my first
query.
Still smoking" was his reply;
"but she can burn like Tom Browns
hell on Spruce hill and illuminate old
Allegany us bonfire for Brown
He then asked me if | was still
studying for the ministry and seemed
treasured to hear | was. Il was
afraid the temptations of great
city would be too much for you, my
boy. Take old Huckleberry's advice
stick to straight whisky and pure
politics, and you will never know what
it is to be penniless as long as you
have dollar"
Henry ,Jandorf came up at this
juncture and the conversation chang
ed. But in all the small talk of the
time the ring of eXultation changed
like Il clarion through the pink
whiskers of the man from Pompey
Smash.
Well, the laborer is worthy of
his hire and Frank McMahon is com
petent to fill any position to which
big salary is attached, and | know no
one but who will be glad he gets it.
He made quite a lengthy stay in the
city. Played the races and had a
good time generally. He has many
friends. political and otherwise, in
York city. His boy. Bob, fine, man
ly looking lad, is going to school here,
and if he has anything like the hustle
Of his papa he will make his mark.
Will. Dillon, of the G.. & P. railroad,
Cumberland, an old Frostburger and
big brother to the only Thomas g.,
also has been here.
A letter of recent date from Steine
man Crowley and Joesy Pig Miller. of
Eckhart, announces the intention of
these gentlemen to visit the metropolis
at an early date. Old Allegany is but
too proud of this peerless pair. And
they will be warmly welcomed in New
York.
w. E. Dillon's stay was short. He
went to Boston and stayed two DAYS
out of the ten he took on his vacation.
But the rest of the time he spent with
us and left New York much impressed
with the morgue and other pleasant
places of interest took him to
| have heard that John Mclaughlin
is also in the city, but that power in
politics was not on hand to greet his
old friend, Frank McMahon, and |
dOabt the statement.
| am always glad to see old
friends from home. They remind me
Of happier days when | earned an
honest living and knew not what jour
nalism was.
This letter is somewhat personal,
but the world is made of persons,
and | like to write as well us read
about those | know. 1t seems like old
times.
And life itself is made up of men and
things and fond aspirations for office.
REX.