Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-06-01
HOrSemen Talk About Tricks in the Busi-
ness, and How q Colonel Was
Beaten By Captive.
GREAT TRAFFIC ON TRACTION LINES.
ThreeCeut Fares in Effect To-Day for the First Time
in the Cityls History.


rainy weather, and even the flies goto sleep.
The Hotel Anderson cricket soon caught
the pervading spirit yesterday, and huddled
up under the water cooler for snooze. But
in some respects day of rest after "a hours
of hilarity is a blessing in disguise, and
gives the boys good opportunity to reduce
the measurement of their craniums to the
normal size for a resumption of work on
Monday. A Apassenger man at the Monon-
gahela House was growing that he had
been in Wheeling and Washington on
business the day before. He complained
that the passenger traffic is very dull, but
he declared the entire population was out
for ride on Decoration Day. They in
sisted on piling in one car, and with the
male portion drunk there was little COM
fort for the man in search of the almighty
dollar. He came back to seek rest in
Pfttsburg, and he got too much of 1t yester-
day.
Noise Preferable to Deathly Quiet.
After all, he believed he liked the
drunken excitement on the train to the
uuietude of the hotels, but he was content
with Bret Harte's latest story and good
bed to lie on.
Usually the festive drummers on Sab
bath settle the fate of the nation over and
over again. Few things escape their nimble
tongues, and they discuss current events
and the latest literature with equal ,fuency.
These fellows are not original, as rule, but
they have a wonderful amount of absorptive
surface, and they take in enough clever
ideas during the week, In their travels, to
regale company of sinners or crowd Of
saints with the same remarkable facility.
At this particular time the summer races
and baseball form the chief topics of con-
versation among the f'sporty" boys. A
little collection of cranks occupied the lobby
of the Anderson yesterday afternoon, and
mournfuIly discussed the prospects of the
local team without Bierbauer at second
base. ''No use talking" said one, "our
fellows can't be sure Of winning many
games with no Bierbauer at second bag. Heis
the pinwheel of the club" and then they all
started in to reason the subject over again.
Anything to kill time is the rule on Sunday
in Pittsburg hotels.
Could Find No Good in Nazareth.
A business man at the Duquesne had
spent part of the week in a nearby town.
He didn't like the place, and with great de,
1lSnF 10 ulIlSGll TtldltQ Ill ne SdW
there which fully embodied his opinion of
the town. A contractor was stopping at
the leading hotel in the little city, where he
also put up. The manipulation of men was
accustomed to livelier villages, and he was
troubled continually with ennui when his
mind was not occupied at his work. One
day last week they had fowl for dinner, and
large piece was placed before the con-
tractor.
C.1rLo. =; .h;-o,, H. o.l-ol Al. L
waiter girl
"Chlcken," she replied innocently.
''Then.take it away"
''But it is good" pleaded the girl.
81 don't believe it." he answered, peev-
ishly. Anything that has wings and
doesn't fly out of this place is not fit to
eat
Something was told yesterday about Rud-
yard Kipling which may interest some of
the admirers of this versatile and clever
young man. II was at the st. Charles
Hotel A visitor was discovered who had
finished his nap, and he told this story
about the gifted STRIPPING. 81 understand"
he said, ''that when Kipling was in
America several years ago, he spent the
summer at Beaver with family to whom
he became much attached. The name have
forgotten, but since then the husband has
died, and now it is rumored that Rudyard
is to marry the widow of his American
friend. How true it is don't know, but
am told it is gossiped about down the river"
Defied the Rules of Fate.
A few disgruntled horsemen and pool
sellers still fingered at the Monongahela
House. They were disgusted with the
weather last week, and found plenty of
time yesterday to trim their finger nails.
There is an old superstition to the effect
that to cut the nails on Sunday is unluclty,
but evidently they didn't know about it, or
were so desperate that they decided to defy
even the rules of fate, which shows
great pluck in the superstitious people
much truth in these old ideas as in the
story so often told that the trimmings of
the finger nails, If placed in water, will
produce deadly poison. So far as known
nobody ever had the nerve to drink such
decoction, and the chances are, if they did,
it wouldn't produce an extra heartbeat.
Well, the horsemen were still here and
finally they fell to discussing the different
methods of different trainers. Said one:
'I know a Western man who continually
yells at his horses while getting them ready
for the track. 1t is trick, and has its ef-
feet in race by terrifying the other con-
testants. have seen this driver win many
of his races in this way with in
ferior horses. He would brandish his
lines, throw his arms wildly and howl like
a Comanche Indian on the warpath. His
own trotter would stick to the track un-
mindful of the din and racket while the
other animals would plunge, and be sure to
fall behind. This driver was not popular
with his fellows, but he was with the
owners, and they all acknowledged his skill
fnlness and thickness"
Horse That Was P1tifuIly Tired.
One of the elder turtles in the party was
veteran, and he had fought in many
bloody battles during the late war. ''The
funniest thing in the racing business that 1
ever saw" he commenced, when his turn
came, 'happened while I was in the
army. We captured a rebel cavalryman,
and he rode the queerest kind of little
beast. / noticed his limbs were slender
and gave evidence of speed, but the creature
had been poorly fed and was reduced almost
to skin and bone His head dropped, and
he had tired air about him that was really
pitiful. The rebel had covered his horse
with an old blanket, and the pair walked
into camp very meek and crestfallen. There
seemed to be as perfect an understanding
between the two as existed between Dick
Faggus and his yellow mare in Lorna
Doone. Just then the Colonel, pompous
fellow, rode mp on his prancing steed, and
the sight of the captive and his poor horse
made him smile.
Suppose we have race, he said laugh
ingly to the rebel.
"I'll do it. the Confederate answered,
but for what stakes?'
Z" We'll. since Won are so willing the