San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-10-31
MUNICIPAL CHATTER.

| bTlue-Dlu you Tedu my organ yes
terday morning?
Clsud-I only read that sheet in the
evening and when can't sleep. Then
| split open the editorial side and
read ION to Llano" and other idiotic
utterances and go to sleep at once.
TITS better than chlorOtorm for sleep.
Brine-The paper amt much
know, but it scratches me when I'm
itchy and that's some comfort 10 u
poor devil up tree.
Claud-Yes; aud it used to fail you
when you was two thousand per cent.
better than you are now. You doubt.
less remember this, if your ears per-
NIT your memory to go back OF them.
Brlne-I remember it, and feel it's
dirty blows yet, but like the bee il
buZzes around the flower until it
strikes the honey, then it becomes as
quiet as deceased rabbit in q ceme-
terry. It's now in the honey.
Claud-That's what it is, but pull 1t
back little from the nipple and it'll
suueal like O starved pig.
BrIne-Every ody knows that, but
say, would you mind being the in
trument by which 1 could obtain the
bottle?
Claud-There amt much in it siuce
that alderman attacked it just now.
don't forget that have designs on it
too. Yes, I'll loan you my spoon.
Brlne-Oo you know that L never
blamed Butler for swiping them
spoons?
CIaud-I never knew it.
Brine-They are so handy you know
Oh occasions ike this that Ben must
have been looking out for contingent
cies. In the language OF Shakespeare
Ben is brick.
Claud-I read something like that
on bar of soap, or something, and
Immediately
Brine-That's the third time that
Newcomb has passed by, and he has
q pencil and a writing pad in every
pocket in sight. That fellow makes
me shiver some how, and L can't see
we'll when he's around.
Claud-Let's take an eye opener,
then.
Brine-Not until him and that kid
Joe gets out of sight. l don't want to
be put in the papers, boots and all,
every time chunk of bourbon is dis
solved. amt doing all the dissolv-
ing no how.
Claud--That's what, with big w
on the what.
Brine-Now they've gone and our
opportunity is at hand.
Claud-And so is this, yeruner.
Take IL, and may it carry away your
sorrows like Indian voters your dol
lars on election day. He got mine
too strong.)
Brine-So 1 see by the faces you
make. Wonder what Nat and the
white Mexican are watching us so,
for? They must be onto our last rack
ct. Every taxpayer that passes mods
to them too; and they are looking at
us so colby that feel forty icicles In
my back. They say I've got cheek
that a cat couldn't scratch if it was
melred, but don't believe them, do
you?
Claud-I'm not on the witness stand
and don't care TO compromise my
self no how. But changing the sub
ject, do you know the letters that
never came?
Brine-No; what are they?
Claud-Your letters of gold, of
course.
Brine-You're too long for your
pants, if you only knew it, and by the
contents of that tisgon I'll lay you out
yet. 1 amt taking any jokes today.
Claud-NOt Jokes exactly but
Brine-Stop 1t right there! II you
don't want to go home in parts, cheese
it at once.
Claud-I hope amt said anything
that'll break our relations
ine-YOu'd break me and all the
relations I've got if didn't put the
brakes on you, so hush
Claud-All right-let Ter go.
Brine-The bottle, you mean?
Claud-That's about the size of it
when at itself. You was getting ma d -,
eh?
Brine-I was getting little torrid
between my ears and collar button,
but I've cooled since the court house
gang threw that look at me.
Claud-Why that's only Joe the
kid.
Brine-But he's the gang all the
same. He has swallowed the other
three, whiskers and all, and no won
der he is big. I've ten alderman in
side of nae but amt grain of sand
along side of that mountain of flesh.
He's a whopper, he is.
Claud-Yes; his shadow is extend
ing across the San Pedro and that
whole region seems to be in eclipse.
There's a picture of the court house
sticking out OF his pocket now.
Brine-Let's take a
Claud-Walk.
Dr;na