Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-09-18
STORIES OF THE DAY.
A Few Yarns Picked Up Tn the Streets O
 ChicacO.

| trio car at Thirty ninth street and lndl- ana avenue and looked as if he had just blown in from the drought stricken dis trict of Logan county, where farmers sometimes have to haul water in wag ons two or three miles for the stock and for household purposes. and it's so scarce that the children aren't allowed | to wash their faces oftener than once a week. The first car that came along was pulling track sprinkler, and it aston ished the hayseed.
 "Well, I'll be switched,s he mur- mured to himself, ''ef they ain t a-hanl- ill water, an they hain t got sense enough ter keep it from leakin. A little more'n half a mile an thar won't be a bucket ful of water in that there hogshead.
 A short, broad woman was trying to climb on a crosstown electric car with q white parasol in one hand and little girl ill the other She appeared to think the white parasol the more valuable and was very particular with 1t, while she was trying to lift the little child by one hand. The child's objections attracted the attention of passenger, who reach ed over and tenderly lifted the little one to a seat. The child was polite enough to say, "Thank you, ]" but the woman did not deign to notice the man. When the car stopped at Indiana avenue, the short, broad woman tumbled off and told the child to come to. Wiggling down from her seat, the little girl gazed at the man with an inquiring look for moment and then said:
 "Help me down. man. J
 'Help you down? Of cousse will," he replied.
 "Thank you," said the child when she was placed OH the ground.
 The short, broad woman did not look at the man, but taking the child by the arm she said:
 You mustn't do that way It ain't polite. y
 From what school of good or bad manners could that short, broad woman have been graduated?
 The polite young man had a seat on very much crowded Cottage Grove ave hue car. Several strong looking young women were hanging on to tho straps, but the polite young man kept his seat because he was very tired and had an 1 idea that an old or a weak looking woman might get on the car after awhile, and then he'd get up. The car stopped at Twenty second street, and among the passengers who climbed aboard was a tired looking woman carry ing baby. The polite young man jumped up and offered her his seat She looked at the place where he had been sitting and said:
 Dere vas no room.
 The polite young man turned, and in the seat he had just vacated was a Chi shog.
 See here, my friend, :" ss:d the p. y. m., II just got out of that seat to give it to this lady who is carrying baby. "
 Dot vas all right, said the Chicago hog "She vas my vife "
 The p. y. m. inserted the fingers of his right hand down under the shirt collar of the Chicago hog, jerked him out of the seat and pushed into it the woman with the baby.
 ''You can act the hog with your wife in your own house, said the p. y. m., but not in my seat on street car. Dot vas all right. She vas my wife, !" was the only comment made by tho Chi cago hog.
 The late Frank Hitchcock was almost as we'll known in Chicago as ill his home-Peoria. Hitchcock was as sharp in political battle as he was at run ming down thieves, and when he was i'll Peoria and wanted little recreation he would play joke on Ed Easton, the we'll known distiller. Easton was gen erally ready to bite, for Hitchcock played mostly on his desire to make money. The last time Hitchcock ran for mayor of Peoria, Easton as usual was against him, and Frank knew it. Frank was sure he would be elected, so he put up an elaborate job on Ed About g 80 on election morning Git was before the day of the kangaroo ballot) Hitchcock drove rapidly down Washington street to the board of trade, next door to which is Easton's office. Ed saw him and ran out to ask him how the election was going. Bully" said Frank "I'm just go- ing down to the south end to corner I lot of men. And he drove off At 12 o'clock, when he knew Ed would be about leaving his office Frank drove by again. Easton ran out into the street to ask him what his chances were
 "Oh, tolerably good, p answered Hitchcock, looking as if he was trying to be cheerful "Still, he said, as he drove on, T won't say I have a sure thing"
 About clock several of Hitchcock s friends posted themselves in places where Easton would be likely to go to bet, and Frank drove slowly aid gloom fly down the street by Eds office East on went out and asked how he was making it.
 Frank didn # ctnn and didrl # cau anu-