The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-06-03
HOST AND GUEST.
The One Was Hans Jacobs and the
Other Was Cowboy Bill From Texas.

The One Was Hans Jacobs and the
Other Was Cowboy Bill From Texas.
| From the San Francisco Post.
The principal characters before Judge
Love Of the police court this morning were
Bill Fox, cowboy from Texas, and Hans
Jacobs, keeper of q combination saloon and
grocery on Minna street, between Fourth
and Fifth.
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 in his
belt was absent, however, and he wore an
air of disgust, which plainly said that ne
considered himself only half man with
out it.
He was only charged with being drunk,
but Hans Jacobs wanted him charged with
assault 10 murder and in order to get
warrant he had to tell the court about it.
"Well, MIR. Jacobs, what do you want
this warrant for?" asked Prosecutor Cotton.
well, he vas shoot at me last night"
"Who shot at you!" asked Mr. Cotton,
dot man dare NIT de long hair. He vas
Wild cowboy" g.,
What did he shoot at you forw
''Yoost to make me some fun, he said."
"How did it happenp
und he said gif him er drink. l says you
have glass book beer und he says yes 5
kvick. / draws de beer und puts it NIT de
counter on, ven he roars like one of dose
Texas steers und kick de beer fon de counter.
told him don't like dot business und he
| could dake his drade away. By jimmine,
he bulls oud q great pig gun und says
'rrow out or bottle Of tarantular yuice NIT
a horned toad in it
did you obey~
81 didn't have no such shtuff In de
shtore."
"Then what did you dog
81 doldt him don't shoot. l would get
some, und ven vas lookin' bang! vent his
gun, und l daught dat my nose vas shoot
away"
Ibid you run out thenw
"No; l shtarted, but he says come back
nit you Or makes pig hole in you vot a
dog jumps trough"
Ibid he shoot again"
mo; gift him vsky an ask him vot for
he shoots me. He says dare vos q fly fun
my nose, und he kilt him."
WAS there any one else presentp
''No, sir"
"Why didn't yon blow a police whistle?"
81 vos going to, but he said he pillow,
too"
BLOW whatl"
"De top of my head off,"
Then you did not hlowY'
Il should shmile not" said Mr.. Jacobs.
with shrug of his shoulders. "Ven he
drinks polite of my visky he goes oud und
l don't see MIN some more tell he vas ar
rested in anoder saloon for drunk"
"What have you to say to all this, Bill
Fox Of TexasH inquired the court.
Bill arose slowly to his feet and looked as
picturesque as bandit chief, as he ex-
claimed
"Shoot that thing, jedgel Why, I'd no
more waste good ammunition on him than
l would on laughing jackaSs l may have
brushed fly off his nose if had had my
revolver. but find myself this morning a
long way from homo without my trusty
weapon"
But you got so full of viskey you vas
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.
81 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 Ger
man grocers.n
well, didn't touch him, anyhow" said
Bill sulkily as he returned to prison below.