The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1894-06-27
STREET PICKINGs.


STREET PICKINGS.
Talk about animals not knowing moth
Ing" said the old darkey. who was pre-
tending TO cut the grass: why, I tells yo'.
a horse knows lots MORN some desc ere
niggers loafn' round. Fob de war I wuz
| owned by Mass Wright in Tennessee, and
his son Mass Tom was my massa. When
Mass Tom was bohn ! was a little kid
| playin' on de big lawn fore de house. and
ole massa come out wild de baby in his
aims and called me an said, Joe, dis is
yo' masSa now and yo' mus look after
him. Den he laid Mass Tom in my aims,
do he's mighty little den and I promises
him 10 allus look after the little massa.
Well Mass Tom he grew up and bimeby
he married and brought little wife home.
But he's mighty wild and didn't stay at
home much. He had a big black horse he
called Star, and every night he home
he'd play de fiddle. AS soon as he'd start
you'd hear Star a-comin' up the field on a
run. He wouldn't wait for no one to let
down de bars, but d jump over dem and
come right up to de window and stick his
head into de room and neigh. Or if massa
was on de porch he'd come up to de steps
do deys mighty little den. and I promises
play. Hit ticxled massa mighty and he'd
ruther play to Star dan to fine company.
'Well. den Mass Tom he kept gettin'
wilder and wilder, till finally his little wife
she go home to her folks to stay and he
don't come home very much. He ride
Star off and stay for days and when he
comes home he curse everyone One night
he rode home in a terrible storm and flung
himself on the bed all wet, and de mex
morning he breath hard and when de
doctor come he say 1t was ammonia The
first thing we know Mass Tom he die.
After the funeral Star come up to de bars
every night and look and look at de house
and listen for de fiddle; den he seem heart
broken and everyone say he mournin' for
Mass Tom. One night he jumped over de
bars and went tearing up de road and we
looked for him everywhere; but no one
thought Of goin' to de cemetery till bout
week. Little miss had come back. and
when she went out dere, dat horse lay on
Mass Toms grave dead Just died of
grief-killed hisself. Yo can't tell me
horses amt got feelin's and sense"
Strange that the ancients omitted the tele-
phone from their instruments of torture.
When a person of limited sense undertakes
to use a telephone the person trying to re-
ceive the message has the sympathy of all
fellow sufferers. The below-the-average
man or woman telephones thusly:
Hello; who is this?"
Smiths office"
Mr.. Smiths Officer
Yes"
''Well. is he in?"
"Oh he isn't in?"
mo; he isn't in"
''Well, has he been in?'
81 haven't seen him today"
well do you know where he is?''
NO. 1 don't know anything about him.
uavanit Sean him for q week "
do you think he is out of the city?''
Il don't know anything about him."
ooh Well, are you sure he isn't about
the building any placer"
quite sure
And you don't know where he isT'
mo"
''why. this is his office. isn't it?''
YES"
'Well, you ought to know where he is.
Do you think he'll be in soon?"
But the person at the other end of the
wire gets weary and rings off. Just why
persons who can understand mo" ordi-
narily Will persist In wrangling and asking
foolish questions over a phone is mex
plicable.
White houses with green blinds, the kind
that flourish in New England villages, are
very few and far between in indianapolis.
Yet there is no prettier background to
large shade trees, green lawns, gay striped
awnings and parterres than a white house,
clean and fresh, with green blinds 1t
minds one Of the old-fashioned rambling
houses set in the midst of gardens filed
with hollyhocks. sweet williams and bach
elor buttons where some dear old grand
mother lived and where delightful tea and
cakes we're served out under the apple
trees. III fact, there is no end to the de-
lightful home scenes that a white house
calls up. But the present houses are every
imaginable color, bright or dull, plain or
striped except pure white. There is no
reason why we should not paint our homes
white. We have no coal smoke, plenty of
water, so they can be easily washed with
the lawn hose, and we all know from the
Columbian exposition how beautiful and
inspiring a white city" is.
Considerable comment has been caused
by the actions of the respective ministers
Of the defendants in the recent bank case
While the Rev. Mr. Christensen has been
devoted to the Collins, accompanying them
to the prison, the Rev. c. N. Sims. who
was Theodore p. Hauehey's minister while
he called upon Mr.. Haughey at Mapleton,
did not gush over him in public II seems
that before the bank failure DR.. Sims
gave Mr.. Haughey a considerable sum of
money, some six thousand dollars, to hold
for him (Dr. SIMS. The money was not de-
posted in the bank, was any interest
asked; the minister simply considering it
a personal trust with Mr. Haughey When
the crash came the money went with it,
and the minister, who could not even get
a dividend, no doubt could not bring him
self to publicly condone his parishioner.
Persons who use n. Illinois-st can not
fail to wonder what was the object of
those improving the street in having all the
bricks of the old sidewalk removed clear
I'D to Seventh-st. when the work has only
progressed to St. Clair-st. Pedestrians are
forced to walk in the roadway when there
really was no need of removing the bricks
until the work reached the point. But, as
usual the citizens and their comforts are
the last things consulted by anyone max
ing improvements in Indianapolis Barrels.
boxes, lumber and brick are piled on side
walks and merchants are allowed to use
the whole sidewalk for az display of goods
when they choose; or to have exhibitions
In their windows which blockade the side
walk, though peddlers who stop five min
utes are made to move along The side
walks should be kept open to pedestrians
at all times, in all parts of the city Any
one who feels that this is overdrawn is
requested to walk among the commission