San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-06-03
BILLS PISTOL p.AorloE.
He Shoots Flies OFF the Nose of MIR.
Hans Jacobs.

ne SnOOtS rI'es OH tne NOsc u W.T.
Hans Jacobs.
San Francisco Evening Post.
The principal characters before
Judge Love, of the police court, this
morning were Bill Fox, a cowboy
from Texas, and Hans Jacobs, the
keeper of combination saloon aud
grocery on Minna street, between
Fourth ond Fifth.
Bill was in the dock, dressed as
only GO d cowboys are in the habit OF
dressing. His SLOUGH hat was under
his arm, and bis long flowing hair
was somewhat matted for the want
of a comb. The usual revolver in his
belt was absent howe yer, and in
consequence he ore.a air of disgust
which plainly said that he considered
himself only half . man without IL.
He vas only charged with being
drunk, but Hans Jacobs wanted him
charged with assault to murder, and
In order to get q warrant he had to
tell the Court about it.
"WelI, Mr.. Jacobs, what do you
want this warrant foi?" asked Prose-
cutting Attorney Cotton.
Veil, he a shoot at me last
night"
"Who shot at you?" asked Mr.
Cotton.
dot man dare NIT de long hair.
He vas q Wild cowboy"
what did he shoot at you fOi?"
"Yoost to make me some fun, he
said"
"How did 1t happen?"
well, you see, he comes IN my
shtore and he said gif him q drink.
1 says you have glass book beer and
he Gays yes-kvick. I draws de beer
and puts it unit de counter on ven he
rOars like one of dose Texas steers
und kick de beer Won de counter. l
told him I don't like dot business
und he dake his drade away. BY
jimminie, he bulls oud a great pig
gun und says: 'Trow out er bottle OF
tarantula yuce NIT . horned toat ia
IL.
Did you obey"
" didn't have got no such shtuff
in de shtOre."
"Then what did you do?'
81 doldt him don't shoot. l would
dry to get some, aud ven 1 vas look
in bang! vent his gun, and / daught
dat my my nose vas shoot away"
did you run out then?"
mo: I shtarted, but he says come
back NIT you or I makes a pig hole in
you vot a dog jumps through"
Ibid he shoot again?'
mo; l gif him visky, and ask him
wot for he shoots me. He rays daI &
vos 8 fly fun my nose, und be kits
him
Wac there any one else PRESENT."
mo, sir"
"Why didn't you blow a police
W bistle?"
II ves going to, hut he said he
vuold pillow too
"Blow what?"
de top of my hett off,"
Then you did not blOw?"
II should schmiIe not" said Mr..
Jacobs with q schrug of his shoulders.
Ven he drinks a pOttle of my viskey
he goes oud, und / don't see him no
more tell he a arrested in anoder
saloon for drunk"
"What have you to say to all this,
Bill Fox, of Texa,? inquired the
Court.
Bill arose slowly to his feet and
looked as picturesque rs q bandit
chief as he exclaimed:
"Shoot that thing, Jedge. Why,
I'd no more waste good ammunition
on him than / would on a laughing
iackass. l may have brushed q fly
off his nose if I had my revolver, but
1 find myself this morning q long
way from home without my trusty
weapon"
"nut you got SO full of visky dat
you vas robbed in anoder place." In.
terposed Mr.. Jacobs.
THAT is false on its face, your
Honor. A cow boy never gets drunk
enough TO lose his TOOLS" replied
Bill with Indignation.
II expect you are right, Fox" said
the Court, ''you may do twenty-four
hours, and in the meantime 1 will
see about this game of shooting flies
off the noses of German g~rocers."
"Well. / didn't touch him, any
how" said Bill sulkily as he return
ed to prison below.
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