The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-03-29
HEARD IN THE SMOKING ROOM.
Condolences Exchanged by the Dip
IOmatic Set i'm Washington.
From the We n,ngtnn Post

rum iiib N~b IBu5NOU Ioel.
The minister from Terra del Fuego,
who is a social lion of the first magnitude
and is nightly dotted upon by ambitious
mammas, with seven seasoned daughters
who have been cunning for diplomats
for years, sometimes wakes mellow and
confidential after coffee and chartreuse,
when he has lighted his cigarette. His
dark little swarthy face with a glittering
black eye looms up out Of the smoke, as
he flicks the ashes off his cigarette. But
it is his attache as he sits with the group
of attaches in the smoking-room over
their frugal lunch of beer and a sand
wich. whose conversation will interest
and thrill. There was a party of them ex-
changing condolences in so loud a key
that it was impossible not to hear them
unless one left.
Since long time 1 am no in Washing
ton. I like very much Plenty dinners,
no? Those young ladies is very nice, but
am not marry no? My chief is fine man.
He no marry. yes? Pocotiempo. I am go TO
Paris, yes. Yesterday l was walk the
Connecticut avenue, very glad, yes. But
the young ladies no look at me, yes, be-
cause my chief he with me, sabe? l come
to the club to meet my amigo. how you
call that? Friend, yes. He is Don Sebas-
tian Rodrigo Fernando Cadiz Potosi
Musical de Santiago Chaperal We was talk
and have some little funs togethers."
Then he winked visibly. an American
Accomplishment that he had picked up.
Then another one spoke up and said:
Dot society nit dis place vas not like
dot vich vas nit Berlin and Vienna. over
deed dare vas dem court balls, reviews,
concerts. and operas. helm? But here. ach
himmell But here dare is nothings like
dat, so?"
Then another chimed in: you no like
da Washington? lis fine place. signor.
Plenty street piano. da monka, too, some
time. L en- not Florelt G, ccrDo di bGcco!
They is not here. No st. Peters, no Vati-
can, no Coliseum, but all the samy it was
one very nice place. lika vera mucha
those Washington. Hal Listen to da mu-
sic what my countryman is max in the
street He is play the intermezzo from
my friend Mascagni. since five thousand
times"
And still another: Rotten nonsense. by
Joe You fellows don't know what you're
talking about. This town is a bloody,
nasty little hole. by Jove There is moth
ing to see. nothing to hear, and nothing
to do The men are all cads and don't
tub every day. The women are devilish
pretty and the only redeeming thing
about it, Societyl Why. they hayn't got
any society, by Jove as we understand
it. the climate is beastly and the beer
beastly, too. / could kick the whole for
eign office for sending me here. / will go
and take another bath, by Jove, for
want to take a spin of twenty miles in
the country as a breather Waiter, take
this trash away and bring me a quart of
ale. some roast beef and mustard, some
deviIed kidneys, and two ponies Of bran
dy.'
In another corner sat two typical Amer
leans carrying on a typical conversation.
II reckon Western Union will go up
said one.
rs that so?"
1.-THE President brought back three bar
reIs of ducks and Thurber is badly foun-
dered."
rs that so?"
THE Democratic party is like a monkey
came mighty near cutting its throat"
rs that so?'
'They tell me this club certainly is hard
to get into, Why, they even turn down
millionaires."
us that so?"
I'VE have got new matter of business
with England, Spain, and Germany, but l
reckon Grover is with us and the people
behind him.
"Is that so?"
''Wa-al, guess you and me amt stand
ing around with a chip on our shoulders,
hunting a fight We have been there
many a time before but when the trouble
begins Grover can count on us every time,
you bet your sweet life. my honey boy.
Shake"
well. old man. 1 must leave you"
us that so? Wa-al, be good to your
self, old man.