Connecticut western news., 1892-03-31
WASN'T A TOOTER.
The Man Who Just Slipped Into Town
 Quietly.

The Man Who Just Slipped Into Town
 Quietly.
 He backed into doorway on Broadway near Locust street and snapped his fingers at a newsboy and said:
 "Bub, l may want to buy you out, or may not want a single paper. That de- bends on whether there's a certain article in it or not. I'll have to look lem over to sec"
 "Is it about the speakership'" queried the lad.
 "No"
 About the Tnjuns breakin loose agains" No Look here. sonny, Pm a stranger in town. just slipped in here quietly last night, without word to anybody. That's my way. Because l happen to be mayor of my town and a prominent politician and all that, don't go footing my horn to let the whole country know it."
 "Whewl Then you are a big gun, ehS" Well, reasonably so--reasonably so."
 And the reporters who spook around the hotels saw your name, of course and of course there's something in the papers. I tumble, mister. l know just what you are looking fur. It'll be right on the first page and there'll be three big black heads on it."
  those things That's the reason just slip ped in quietly. l don't see anything in this paper, however"
 "Mebbe it didn't git onto you until too late," consolingly replied the boy.
 "Aheml Maybe not. Don't seem to be anything in this either. Don't even give my name in the list of hotel arrivals"
 ''Take this one, said the boy as he hand ed out third. Owing to press of other matter it might have been crowded out, you know"
 "Yes, know. It isn't that 1 expected anything of the kind, you see, but if any thing has been written up l might as well read it. I don't see anything here, how ever"
 Well, it will certainly be in this," said the boy, as he handed out his last paper "They are allus on the watch for big guns who come to St. Louis, and they write lem up mighty slick"
 "H'mi H'ml I got in on the late train and left orders with the clerk that I must not be disturbed, and I can't reasonably expect any extended notice. In fact"- "Hev ye hit it?" asked the boy.
 "No, it's murder. guess there's noth- ing in about me. You see, under the cir cumstances there couldn't be. I didn't ex- pect there was, but being as it might pos sibly happen thought it would be no harm to look. My way is to slip in quietly. with out noise"
 Sure you are mayor of a town" queried the boy, as he stood off and looked at him. "Oh, yes"
 And prominent politician"
 "Yes"
 And big gun around where you liver" "I am called so."
 Well, by gum, then I can't understand iti What a chance there'd bin fur some reporter to scoop the townl Say, that's the second time I've seen our enterprisin St. Louis press git left this winter. Right down here on Main street there was a calf with five legs and two heads all day long, and do you know that not single one of the papers had a word about itI The calf just slipped in quietly, you know, and didn't want to be noticed, you see; but he thought
 But the big gun settled his hat on his head got fresh grip on his cane and walked stiffiy away. The boy looked after him until he was lost in the crowd and then chuckled to himself:
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