Los Angeles herald., 1892-09-26
EAVESDROPPINGS.

The funniest cartoon that have seen
for q month is one in the New York
Evening Telegram of recent date. 1t
represents three figures, Cleveland on
the right, Harrison on the left and Gov
ernor Flower in the middle. Governor
Flower says 81 don't care d-n for
votes," and Cleveland aud Harrison,
both strong Presbyterians, are repre-
sented as turning away from him in
holy horror. The occasion that provoked
the remark that led up to the cartoon,
however, was one in which an outburst
of honest Indignation was pardonable !;
and when an exemplary clergyman like
Doctor Deems says from his pulpit "God
bless our brave and honest governor"
it is very evident that Roswell has
Squared matters with the recording
angel.
had to laugh at colored man down
on the Redondo harf yesterday, where
he and his superior fraction were pisca-
torially engaged. She was blowing up
when l came along, so said in a good
natured way:
whats the trouble with the Abyssi-
an race now?"
''Der aint muffin de matter wild de
Obscene race now, sab, only dis yere
Jim Sniff, he's gettin to be freebost-
ous."
"Preposterous, do you mean? In what
way 2"
"Well no accounter niggah dan dat
ar Jim Sniff | neber see, an good
feller tew!"
"Well," I asked, whats the matter
with Jeems?"
"Well, yer see, boss, we done come
down heah ter ketch some mack'l, and
Jim axed me for some bait; and l done
glib him tew big Holsters, an he done
ate 'em bofe up, he's 80 hungry, he
say"
The late "Prince George" Lorillard,
whose powers as a raconteur were never
surpassed by any contemporary sports
men, was a martyr to inhammatory
rheumatism for the last ten years of his
life. He had beautiful winter resi-
dence at place called Volusia, in Flor
ida, and thither the greatest pigeon
shooter of his day used to betake him
self when the chill November winds be-
gan to whistle about the caves of his
palatial New York mansion. Not far
from his everglade cottage was little
wharf on the bay, and thither the poor
sufferer used to betake himself on sun
shiny days, in a chair that he had made
expressly for that purpose, to fish for
snappers and channel bass. His SER
want would wheel him down there in his
chair and leave him for an hour or two.
He would take book and cad awhile
ii the fish did not bite.
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One day the eunny-natured man no.
ticed a negro fishing near him, one of
those old types of the "aged gemman
from away down souf," that Charley
Howard and old Eph Horn used to por-
tray with such fidelity.
''How do. they bite, doctor ?" asked
Mr.. Lorillard.
Dunno, boss, haint got froo fishin'
yet," replied the contraband, touching
his remnant of hat.
"What are you using for bait" asked
George.
"Wums, sab, done cotchem in de
gyarden up dab at de hotel" replied the
African.
Wouldn't you like to have some
shrimps or shedder crabs ?" asked Loril-
lard. 81 have both in my basket here"
"No tank you, sab, 1'se fshin' for
eels," said Sambo, '.dey likes the wums
best"
"All right" said Prince George,
"please yourself, there's more than
enough for both of u.s."
An hour dragged slowly by and the
millionaire lay down his rod and began
to read his book. The darkey's head
began to nod and. leaning up against a
pile on the wharf, he fell into a sound
sleep. All of a sudden he sprang to his
feet, exclaiming:
"Fore de Lord, massa, 1 had a bite
done weighed toni"
*x*
Two minutes afterwards the aged
darkey had magnificent fish securely
hooked. The fish was a channel bass,
and he struggled awfully for the ascend
ency, but the house of bondage had him,
hard and fast. AT last the big fish be-
gan to tire of the unequal struggle, and
the old man hauled him in, hand over
hand. No sooner had he unlocked the
fish than he cast him back into the bay
and began batting his hook afresh.
Lorillard's bold face grew blank with
astonishment ss he asked:
"What on earth did you do that for ?''
II alters 'beys orders, sab. De boss