The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-06-06
BILLS PISTOL pRAoT1oEs,S
He Shoots Flies OF the Nose of Mr..
Hans Jacobs.

Hans Jacobs.
From the San Francisco EUentn0 Post
The principal characters before Judge
Love, Of the police court. this morning were
Bill Fox, cowboy from Texas, and Hans
Jacobs, the keeper Of combination saloon
and grocery on Minna street, between
Fourth and Fifth. 81
Bill was in the dock, dressed only as good
cowboys are in the habit OF dressing His
SLOUGH hat was under his arm, and his long,
flowing hair was somewhat matted for the
want of a comb. The usual revolver i'll his
belt was absent. however. and in conse-
quence he wore an air OF disgust, which
plainly said that he considered himself only
half a man without it.
He was only charged with being drunk,
but Hans Jacobs wanted him charged with
assault to murder, and in order to get a
warrant he had 20 tell the court about it.
well, Mr.. Jacobs, what do you want this
warrant for" asked Prosecuting Attorney
Cotton. e-. ~. $50
''Vell, he was shoot at me last night"
"Wbo shot at you?n asked Mr.. Cotton.
"Dot man dare NIT de long hair. He vas
Wild cowboy. lf -e-s. .ts
what did he shoot at you for"
"Yoost to make me some fun, he said"
"How did it happenp s1J,-...t
"Vell, you see, be comes IN my store sund
he said gift him err drink d says you have
glass book beer und he says Jes4-kvick. |
draws de beer and puts it init dc counter on
ven he roars like one Of dose Texas steers
und kick de beer on de counter. | told him
| don't like that business und he could da ke
his drade away. By jimminle, he bulls oud
a great pig gun und says:
"Trow out er BOTTLE OF tarautula yuce
NIT horned toad In il. ," an
"Did you obey"
81 didn't have got no much shtuf in de
shtore."
"Then what did you do"
II doldt him don't shoot. / would dry to
get some, und ven l vas lookin' band vent
his gun, und daught dat my nose vas shoot
away"
Ibid you run out then?"
mo; shtarted, but he says come back
nit you or l makes a pig hole in you vot
dog jumps through"
Ibid he shoot againF
mo; gif him visky, an ask him vot he
shoots me. He says dare vos fly run my
nose, und he kilt him."
''Was there any one else PRESENT.
mo, SIR"
"Why didn't you blow a police whistler
81 vas going to, but he said ne would pillow,
too" ...tt
BLOW whatY' IS
de top of my hett off,"
"Then you did not blowg" III
II should schmile not, said Mr.. Jacobs
with a shrug of his shoulders sven he
drinks q pottle of my viskey he goes oud
und l don't sec him soma more tell he vas
arrested in anoder saloon for drunk"
what have you to say to all this, Bill
Fox of TexasP' inquired the court
Bill arose slowly to his feet and looked as
picturesque as a bandit chief, as he ex-
claimed:
shoot that thing, iedge. Why'd I'd no
more waste good ammunition on him than
l would on a Laughing jackass. | may
have brushed fly off his nose if had
had my revolver. but l find myself this
morning long way from home Without my
trusty weapon" +N
"But you got so full of visky dat you gas
robbed in anoder place." interposed Mr..
Jacobs.
THAT is false on its face, your honor. A
cowboy never gets drunk enough to lose his
tools, =" replied Bill with Indignation. - 'a
II expect you are right, ,For,p said the
court. "You may do twentY-four. hours
and in the meantime | will see about this
game of shooting flies off the noses of Ger
man grocers."