The Critic and record., 1891-05-05
THE CRITIC
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One day last week young man dressed
with the exquisite taste of Brummell
entered the Ninth street branch of the
Census Office. lie held i'm his lilacgloved
hand cigar, from which the fragrant
smoke of perfecto lazily curled upward
in the statistical air. Just as he was
about to step on the elevator, the big
watchman noticed the weed, and politely
said
"Nou cannot smoke in this building"
"Well, I'll not smoke" was the answer.
'But you will have to leave your cigar
downstairs, persisted the employc, and
noticing the young mans hesitation as
sured him it would be perfectly safe.
With sigh of regret the smoker laid
the cigar on the ledge of the wainscoting
and shot up in the lift. During his alb
sente begrimmed, blue-overalled irish
man, pulling away on combination of
lettuce leaves with vanished wrapper,
ruShed in the hallway, nodded to the
wttchman, placed his "what it tis' on
/, G woodwork and rushed upstairs.
Returning five minutes later he grabbed
the cigar of the fashion plate and dsap-
peared in the hurrying crowd outside.
Half an hour later, with stately step, the
owner OF the perfecto marched down stairs
accompanied by a charming typewriter.
He was telling her in a jesting fashion
about the cigar incident Hating in front
of the watchman he laughingly eN-
claimed
well, my tobacco censor, can l smoke
now?'
Yes, sir. Have match ?"
Thanks
So, busily talking to the young lady,
the match was struck and the cigar
lighted mechanically. A cloud of smoke
assembled. An awful pause in the con-
Versation ensued. Illuminated langua ye
caused the young lady to turn and flee.
The gentleman, dazed, groped his way to
the outside world.
Hereafter the cigars of visitors will be
checked by the watchman.
On the morningof July %, 1885, theintel-
ligcnce was flashed over the wires that
General Grant was dead. At the time
General Mcclellan was in Colorado for
his health. He had apartments at the
Mansion House, Manitou Springs The
announcement of the great Generals death
had hardly been received when dispatch
came from New York journal in sub
stance as follows:
Rush an interview with General Nc
Clellan as to his opinion of Grant as a SOL
dier compared with Napoleon Won
Moltke, Woolsey and Bazainie."
Rather incoDgruous company. General
Mcclellan was hard to see. Weared
at last of remaining cooped up in his
room the General in the evening ven
tured forth The reporter, informed of
| this change of base, traced Little Mac
| up the old grade of the Pixies Peak Rail
way and found him seated on log well
up the mountain side. In his hand he
held telegram from Denver soliciting
him to make an address at the Grant
Nf.ftn rtol gnr 70 ha Ia al i Ia
| appeared undetermined as to what to say.
| The writer broached the subject 50
modestly required by the New York paper.
Don't Don't Don't ask me at this
| time my opinion of Grant rs a soldier.
| He was a great man and brave soldier
and admire him, but when it comes To
| comparing him with Won Moltke and
| Woolsey do not feel at liberty to express
| myself. Very few men have studied
these two men more carefully than have.
They are both brilliant generals. Some
other time ] will talk with you about
them; but not to-day. Lwant to be left
alone" and with wave of the hand the
organizer of the Army of the Potomac
! turned away and continued his walk W
the old grade.
Major Kirby, Colonel Sterrett anC
Fergy Ferris would have felt the gnaw
ing of the green-eyed lobster had they
seen Colonel William Healy last night
He came home from the Chain Bridg,
exhibiting the best string of small
mouthed bass seen in the National Cap
ital in many day. The Colonel wa
talking to number of friends in Nintt
street restaurant and showing the fish It
the people who came into the place.
Let me tell you how | caught them,
said Mr.. Healy. 81 had been whipping
the river for couple of hours Will
good live minows without having a par
ticle of luck. Finally my bait gave on
and had to resort to clans. Just dow
below the bridge noticed little edd,
ing it with my leader, found tina
the hole was quite a deep on
and good place for fish to frequen,
There were half dozen other old pisca
torial relics fishing along the bank, and
was very evident that they had not ha
any better luck than myself | wa
about discouraged and about to start fo
home when ! changed my mind and cam
to the conclusion that / would use
piece Of clam. l hooked on good har
piece and dropped my line in the currer
little above the eddy in the stream. N
sooner had done so than had livel
tustle with that big bass here (pointing
the biggest fish that weighs one poun
ana tnTee quarters. INSIDE OF llIUee
minutes / caught that string of fish an
! once pulled out two at time. In th
meantime the old barnacles along til
stream had not caught single fish, an
they insisted on telling me that never b'
fore had they heard of small mouthe
bass biting at clam bait"
Benjamin p. Hutchison, known
Chicago business circles as cold Hutch,
and the great character of the Win
City, was born in North Reading, Mass
| in 1925 He was raised on farm, recei'
, ing only a limited education. Early
, life he was forced to hoe his own ro
under unusual distractions. He hoed
wide and deep. He became shoe NAM
facturer at Lynn, and IN 1858 he move
1 West to Chicago, where he has ever snt
helped to make things interesting.
! typical Yankee in appearance and bu;
ness methods, he never became persol
ally popular. Men hated and feared hin
He was an inveterate card player at h
! private club. He played strong, clio
game, and it was seldom that his stock
|, red chips melted away before the success
4 full onslaught of his opponents.
Old Hutch never had portrait take
since he was married. Before and aft
was q serious subject with him. The on
: picture of him eXtant was takan by
free hand artist on the spot at the Boa
: of Trade. With all his losings of Il
g past few weeks he will still have enoue
: left to make him an object of solicitu(
> TO his heirs.