San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1894-08-10
ON THE LOITER .
THE NoMAD CLUE AT HOME AND
ABROAD.

The Loiterer caught the Nomad
club in full blast and running at
full capacity In its lurid and lucif-
erOus resort on Commerce street
yesterday afternoon. The CONVEX
sation, as usual, covered all kinds
of topics in the realm Of occult
sciences, with an occasional remark
about that ultra-marine hued feel
ing, called the blues, and sewerage
and phonograhs thrown in. In the
absence of the cartoon artist, who,
with the Photograph Professor, is
Smelling the chapparal in Mexico for
an audience at 6 cents a piece to hear
the rasping voice of the photograph
and gaze upon the dissolving beau
ties of the stereopticon, Jack was
made master of ceremonies for the
afternoon. There sat Nomad Jack,
in startling white shirt and
brand new shave, carving out
Touring mill advertisement on a
chalk plate. A monster chew Of
tobacco, such quantity as fell
low will take only when it's bite
out Of another fellows plug, was
being diligently manipulated by
his powerful jaws. A tin spittoon,
battered almost out of shape, stood
on either side of this prince Of no.
MAIDS, and once Jack would pat
ronize one receptacle with liquid
thud and then the other, all the
while leading of the discussion
no matter what its depth or nature.
To the right of him sat the Geo
logical Artist and near by a lank,
blonde moustached NOmad with
mysterious twinkle in his eye and
an eternal touch of mental dyspep-
STA, or blues, in his system. Scat
tered about the room were the
rest OF the members. Here sat
the musical composer with his
calsomine expression Of counte-
nance, there Don Pedrito, the club
poet, and so down the list.
Oscar Ben Wilde, an import
ed specimen Of the Nomad
tribe, with a luscious peach
L
and a way Of rolling his eyes and
swaying his head that is at once
graceful and important, took
advantage OF his introduction into
the circle to spring topic very
dear to his heart, that of sewerage.
The Water Color league Of Tamale-
Vile Masters, said he, had resolut-
ed in favor of sewers and it was
his earnest desire to see the NOmad
club follow in its wake.
Jack stopped short his work,
spat first in one spittOOn and then
in the other. The large chew of
tobacco was laid in clean spot on
the table, and then he gave vent
to his Indignation somewhat as
follows:
Sewerage may be proper sub
ieCt for the super esthetic mind to
feast upon; the Water Color
League Of Tamaleville Masters
may find in the theme more in
SEPARATION than the old masters did
in the God head, the sacred heart
and the hallOwed saint; but l
want you, sir, to everlastingly
scatter it abroad land Jacks hand
demolished a part of his chalk en-
craving, which brought out few
EXPLANATIONS irrelevant to the sub
iect) that that is a tabboOed topic
in this circle. Sewers sewers !
Our minds, sir, / wish you to un-
derstand, run in other channels"
Oscar Ben Wilde looked around for
encouragement to put an appeal,
but even the calsomine composer
and swarthy poet acquiesced in
Jacks decision, and the matter
was dropped.
81 have just had information
from the absent mem bers OF the
Nomad club and am pleased to an
nounce that the members abroad
are holding up the dignity Of the
Nomad club of San Antonio with
very commendable zeal and pa
triotism," said the lank blonde in
| dividual with the mysterious
twinkle in his eye, whose authori-
] tative volume on "The Influel ace OF
Wind and Weather on Railroad
Ties and Roadbeds in Mexico" will
be shortly sprung upon the scien-
| tific world.
"That reminds me that have an
official report on this matter" OBJ
served the Geological Artist,
who acts also as secretary
of the circle. "First l must say
that shorty, with collection OF
tomato cans, or hobo GROWERS,
large variety of on the road stories,
| and his famous COXey coat, DicO-