The weekly tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1891-1894, 1893-04-14
HE LOST HIS TEMPER.
The Little Man who Tackled y Bnnana
Peel Eieul.

Peel Fiend.
Justice of the poetic variety overlook
a banana peel ficnd on lower Broadway
yesterday afternoon. He was a puffy,
red faced, bloated looking man, with
bleary eyes, a pink necktie and other
evidences of total d~epravity. The bananas
which furnished him with ammunition
he had purchased of q perambulating
peddlcr ut the corner of Park place and
Broadway ut about 4 o'clock. Munching
them one by one he walked along by
City Hall park and scattered destruction
as he went.
Just behind him walked Il nervous
looking little man whose black hat and
white choker indicated that he was a
clergyman, an indication which was
borne out by subsequent events. Pres
emily the little man stepped on one of
the tiend's banana peels. His feet scared
~heavenward, and he landed with q force
that fairly shook the ground. With an
air OF Christian resignation he arose and
made Il feeble endeavor to remove some
OF the mud which he had collected in his
fall. Then he proceeded, with the ex-
iN''ioh VI ol' WIN Ntilu IuD ulIllSplI
II there weren't a crowd around. He
had walked but II few rods when another
banana peel loomed before him. The
little man picked it up gingerly and
looked about him. Just then the fiend
in front dropped a third peel. Withv,.
a moments hesitation the minister hur-
ried forward until he caught up with
him. Holding up the deadly skin before
him he said in a carefully modulated
tone:
Il believe you dropped something, sir"
'Humph,' replied the fiend. from the
way you 'opH You dropped something
too"
The little man's face fairly bristlei
with violently rcllesscd profanity.
Look YOU. sir" he cried. Il am Il
minister OF the gospel, sir; Il clergyman,
sir. and | don't want tosay anything ml-
bcfitiiAg one Of my cloth, sir. But |
want TO ask you, sir. what ia d~arnation
you mean by throwing your COMPOUNDED
banana pec!s under my feet, sir" He
waved the aforesaid peel violently about
his head as he spoke.
The red faced man glanced contemp-
tuously over the minister's slight figure.
"Wot you goin to do about it," he
snoered. ''P'r'aps you'd take Il contract
to do me up"
BY this time afcw people had gathered
about, and the little man noting this
lowered his voice, but there was an omi-
nously set expression about his face as
he said, 81 want you to make an apol-
ogy, here and now"
Apology be ID" was the reply.
well, sir, | will not strike you," said
the Clergyman, his voice unsteady with
because ! do
because You amt man enough
sneered the bigger man. because you
don't-Spt-t-t. Phe-e-e-e-w. Pr-r-r-r-t
Pitt
With a rapid movement the little man
had jammcd the banana peel into the big
mans mouth and rubbed it vigorously in.
How do you like thati' he inquired,
with evident and unministerial satisfac-
ton in the performance. The only an
ever was a vicious lunge, which the lit
tie man lodged. Then and there his con-
scicntious %scruples vanished, and he
out with the vigor and accuracy
a champion. The blow took the ba-
mana peel fiend under the chin, and over
he went as the minister had gone over n
moments before. There was NO
more fight left in him, and when he
arose it was only TO sink around II cor
ncr.
The crowd. which was not large, for
the whole Affair had taken less than Il
minute, expressed emphatic approval of
the clergylnan's performance. He looked
shamefarcd, however, as he pro-
up Broadway.
Really" said he in a meditative tone,
really, I'm afraid lost my temper
New York sun.