The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1895-11-16
WASHINGTON CHIT CHAT.
Our Correspondent at the Nations
Capital
Has Racy Dream Historic Reminis-
cences, Etc.

Has Racy Dream-Historic Reminis-
cences, Etc.
WASHINGTON, D. c., Nov. 9, 1895.
Dear B.chanan:-Your versatile cor
respondent appeared before the foot
lights Of the Grenada SENTINEL in two
Of his favorite selections, which he
thought he had prese sented with telling
effect in his own inimitable style, and
gracefully retired from the stage to
await the usual vociferous encore, but
having waited three weeks, and not
even the sound of the newsboy's shrill
whistle from the peanut gallery falls
upon his disappointed ear, he seeks
consolation and comfort from the en-
couraging words contained in that
grand and beautiful old adage: IF at
first you don't succeed, try, try again. :"
I tell you, nobody knows how much
sweet music there is in those few SIM
pie words till he has occasion to meas
ure their meter and set them to the
tune Of a disappointed soul. Really it
is like an up-tc-date piano forte with a
sweet Grenada girl graduate to run the
scales.
want to tell you about a queer
dream had last night, which was at
tended by that old maidish feeling that
usually accompanies dreams. We were
all on one OF those famous, jolly Mis-
sissippi Press excursions. COL Power,
with his deep baritone voice, was, as
usual, in charge. Hi. Henry, with his
silk hat, was distributing the badges
and looking after the comfort of the
ladies. The cars we're crowded, but
we didn't have any California wine on
board, nor any Kansas prohibitionists
to steal it. John Mcclure wore new
duster and his usual pleasant, antici-
palinw countenance; Bob Showers, the
irrcprcssible Bob. and Unconstitutional
dollar" Mayors we're arguing the tlnan-
cial question with an earnestness that
carried a suspicion that they thought
the whole thing rested on their shoul-
ders; Ed. Martin and his perennial
sidcburns we're there, and Joe Almon,
with his hair parted in the middle,
seemed to be chairman of the commit
tee on strawberries: Raiford, of the
North Mississippi Democrat, wore a
Henry Watterson button on the lapel
of his new alpaca, and you, Buck, we're
busy soliciting fair catalogues to be
printed in two colors, the latest style,
delivered t. O. b. cars at Grenada at the
rate of 81 Is page for 500 copies. 1t
was jolly crowd. The cars whlstled
for our destinations: We all buttoned up
our busters, gathered our umbrellas
and borrowed valises, looked wise and
hurried out. Where do you suppose
we were? Landed safe and sound in
Hades-thc only place on record where
the Mississippi Press Association has
not visited up to date. Well, we were
given warm reception by the citizens
and shown all OF the places
of note. Some of US made especial in
quiry as to the climate, health, water
supply, etc., with IA view to future To-
cation. You decided that with the
proper irrigating facilities it would be
a capital place to start an ice factory
and I suggested that a brewery might
be profitable enterprise down there,
and seriously considered raising
stock company, until heard that 3. L.
Hobbs had already prepared memo
rial to the commonwealth legislature,
that a law be passed prohib-
ting the manufacture or sale OF spirit
lous or malt liquors. Learning that
Capt. Frank Burkitt and the rest OF the
Did Mississippi Populists had located
here, we expressed a desire to visit
hem in body to pay them our re-
,pects and to tell them how nicely we
we're all getting along up in good old
Democratic Mississippi, but we were
to learn that they were all
confined in the asylum for the simple
where no visitors were allowed.
We were informed however, that they
we're still engaged in their same old
harmless amusement Of blowing up
just for the fun OF seeing them
explode. Just then my dream was in.
errupted by the scream OF colicy