The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1891-09-12
CURBsTONK CHAT.

reciting verses from the Bible and singing
hymns to a glib-tongued parrot which
has been left in his charge. IT'S also
said that while the popular young sales
man is busily engaged at the store during
the day another young man is laboring
industriously to teach the parrot to utter
pungent paragraphs of profanity. The
wise bird has thus far positively refused
to swear, but it may yet say ugly words
when least desired.
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| 1t must be exceedingly embarrassing to
walk off with another mans valise, par
ticularly so when the owners name is
marked on it in bold letters. But that is
the predicament Attorney General Lamar
was in Sunday afternoon. He had just
returned from his outing across the ocean
and to fashionable watering places on this
continent. In hastily handing out his
valises to the hackman at the Tallahassee
depot he grabbed up one more valise than
belonged to him, leaving some poor way
farer to travel westward without change
of clothing. AS the owners name and
address were marked on the valise it was
easy to send it forward by the next train,
and the handsome encouragement con-
science was eased, but he feels queer
every time he thinks Of the possibility of
his having been classed as train robber
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| 1t is hard to realize the self-sacrifcing
affection a colored individual feels for his
omnipresent yellow cur dog. The other
day little off-color country urchin ap-
piled at Tallahassee residence for some
thing to eat. The little fellows tattered
trousers hung from one cotton osnaburg
suspender looped over his left shoulder
and were patched with pieces of cloth of
all sorts Of shapes and colors His face
was thin; his lips were ashy, and his eyes
were red with weeping. He held in his
hand piece of plowline rope, at the other
end Of which was hitched a tiny, half
starved yellow cur pup. The man of the
house took compassion upon the forlorn
little chap and ordered the cook to fix
him up heaping plate of victuals. Upon
receiving the plate, and before morsel
of the food crossed his lips, the little fell
low picked out the choicest piece of meat
and gave it to his pup.
81 thought you were hungry" said the
man of the house.
eyes, boss, | is, but I'd rudder 90
hungry myself dan see dat dorg hungry.
Dat dorg gwineter be er bad un, boss;
he'll bite now and he kin smell 'possum
mos as far as his nanny kim"
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The centre of attraction in Tallahassee
just now is the hole in the ground where
the Tallahassee Waterworks company are
having their artesian well bored. The
other day the auger passed through a
subterranean stream or cavern of con-
siderable size. The various kinds of clay,
soil and rock from the hole make an in
teresting study, and large crowds of cti-
zens gather around the boring machinery
every afternoon. Mr.. J. Arthur burst,
the contractor, is certainly an expert
we'll borer
| One Of the handsomest sportsmen who
hunt among the hills and dales around
Tallahassee is Associate Justice r. Fen
wick Taylor. He is an enthusiastic
sportsman and crack shot. AS he rides
down the street upon his thoroughly
trained and spirited horse pedestrians
stop and admire the grace and elegance
Of his pose, for he is thorough horse
man and man of fine physique
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The talk of the town Tuesday was that
some public spirited citizen had put
hands to work cutting down the high
weeds and tall grass from the sidewalk in
front of Coles cotton warehouse. The
glad tidings soon spread up and down the |
length and breadth of Monroe street. |
But the peope were rot prepared for
what was to follow. Mayor Carpenter
issued an order for City Sanitary Officer |
M. r. fapy 70 hire gang OF hands and |
have the wilderness of weeds throughout |
the city cut down and burned. Tallahus- |
see has progressive mayor.
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Little Ben Meginniss, son of Mr.. and
Mrs. B. A. Meginniss, is bright and |
witty small boy. He has been wearing
trousers for some months. Recently his
little sister was given one of his kilt
skirts to wear around the house. Ben
protested against this.
"Why. son." said his mother, ''you
have no use for those kilt skirts now.
You are little man and are wearing
trous. rs''
Mamma" said he, don't you know
the Bible says you must be horned again.
I want to take are of those kilt skirts