San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1895-06-23
IDatIp Light.
ENDAY, JUNE %, 1895
SUNDAY GOSSIP.

ne other day, a LIGHT man en-
;ountered a detected looking young
dandy, propped up against the
front wall OF the opera house. He
gazed steadfastly on the sidewalk
before him as II in one OF those
penitential moods that men some
times indulge in after Saturday
nights jamboree. A kindly old
man stepped up and tapped him
gently on the shoulder.
"What ails You, young man." he
said.
The dude siged feelingly. "I'm
wuined now. Pm wuined," he said
taking hold OF the lapel OF the old
mans coat in conflding attitude,
while the reporter felt for his PEN
Gil and squared himself for a sem
sation, "I've just visited Miss
Gwendolyn Wiugwove and found
that l had my twosers cweased on
the side instead OF the fwont."
The kindly old man shuffled off
in disgust, and the unconsolable
young chappy fell back into an
other deep and dreadful reverie.
"Lor' bless you, Mrs. Washin'ton,
/ amt seen you in a long time. You
looks mighty pale" said Mrs. John
sing to Mrs. Washin'ton, who had
just taken a seat In a town bound
street car.
"No, rs 'tirely 'fatuated wifi sit
tim up VIII de ole man, Of late. He's
been sick some," said Mrs. Wash.
linton to Mrs. Johnsing.
ayes? / nebber hearn o. dat.
How's Mr.. Washin'ton?" kindlyin-
quired Mrs. Johnsing of Mrs.
Washin'ton.
"He's dead, thank you," said Mrs.
Washln'ton. 20.
The inventive genius Of the great
American people stalks on with
undated vigor. Here is the latest
kind of silence" just discovered
and given to the world for the first
time, through the medium of the
lurid five cent novel, called "Sam
Sorder's Saving Sacrifice" ...,..
"Like panther in his cage Sam
stlessly paced his cell. His eyes
AIRED yiciously, putting to shame
he electric light that sputtered
n the corrido. Save for that all
was dark. The mob on the out
side was momentarily augmenting.
The suspense became awful, the
stiffness oppressive. Save for the
CONTINUOUS clamor, the uprarious
shouts of the misled multitude
andthe angrycrashing and creaking
OF the massive jail door under the
incessant blows that the axes rain
ed on it you would have heard a
pin drop. Save for that all wa still
as DEATH"
Here is logic, which, II not par
ticularly sound, has at least the
virtue of very strikingly resen b.
ling that by which stump politi-
clans propose to save the county,
IRATE NEIGHBoR: "Your dog
has killed one Of our chickens. You
had better tie your dog"
PRECIOUS KID: "No, better
tie your chick chicks" a-I .
"See how your child is taking af-
ter her mother" said visitor
pointing to Pats spoilt one who
was just then chasing the maternal
one over the yard with a rolling
pin.
.Yes," said Pat, recollecting a
few past domestic infelicities Incl.
dent to some rousing bacchanlian
blow-outs, "She takes after her con.
siderably.' 8r
The applause for the music had
just died away and the walters
were passing up and down the
aisles, taking orders for drinks. A
young woman of slender form
stood before table with a quarter
profile towards an asthetic young
man.
allow fair" he unused; show
slender, how graceful her physique
her shoulders, that neck; how de-
vine the profile OF her face. Surely
she must feel out of place in such 9
Gen as this"
The fair one wheeled about or
her heels. "Three beers ~ she called
and spinning the tray on her fing'
ers, gaily tripped towards the bar
Some malevolent bachelor has
submitted for our musical and pc
etical Judgment a silly jingle O
words entitled "Disenchantment,
asking us to suggest some melody
to which the words can be set. The
3poem" reads like this:
DISENCHANTMENT. . 90
Just see her walking down the street,
Rugged In silks from head to feet, ......
Kept so tidy, dressed so neat,
You would call her fit to eat.
See her now behind the door, .....
Ragged, dirty on the floor,
Giving spanking by the score .
Undeceived forevermore.
The reply reads like this:
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