The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1896-12-26
WANTED TO SHE
MIGHT.
REvEL ON THE LOCAL BowERY
Story of n Great Night of FrOIic
I'm the Ranks of
Pleasure.

wouldn't drop around to the party the
next night, the new reporters eyes
fairly bulged from their sockets, like
Delft bowls rising from the grand ex-
panse of oysterless soup at a church
social.
Don't forget 1t, now he exclaimed,
as he hurried back from the elevator
lest the bashful young man might be
deferred from his social duties by the
fear of a battery of feminine eyes at
the soiree of the succeeding night
There have been soirees and soirees,
and sorry soirees some of them have
been, but for round of unmixed
gayety, a reeking, rollicking, revel,
unmarried by thought of sorrow or care,
this ball of Supes' Local Association
No. 52647 was certainly par excellence.
Some of the recherche reporters who
had been doing society said it was
outre and veuve Clicquot, but as the
new reporter had never studied French.
and in fact was indefinitely i'll at ease
amid the respondent glories of social
functions any way, he pretended that
he knew what they meant and Rugged
| the shore as closely as he could. The
bars are always thickest along shore,
old navigators will tell you.
Kit caught him at 1t. Who was Kit?
Well, she wasn't jealous, but her
benign bonnet covered a nut that was
| democratic as a Sunday excursion. to
which the rich red blood gurgled from
a heart that would be worth twenty
| cents at four cents a pound.
''Hey, there? Algernon," shouted Kit,
as she observed the young hero mod
| estly skirting the row of chairs. His
| name wasn't Algernon, but the young
| man laid his helm hard aport and hove
| to.
Who could resist her artless simple
| ity?
Kit was debonair as daisy and as
| free from restraint as Madame Sans
| gene. Three flashes from her diamond
| ear drops was the signal for the mar
| shaling Of q number Of other fair craft
| in the offing, and Kit towed her prize
/ to the flagship.
'Loi-dies," she remarked, proudly,
'dis Is me, Algernon He's right sort,
| too, he Is. He 'aint very strong on dis
yere sassiety lay, but he's game from
his toothpicks to his back hair. Amt
yer. Algernon?
It was evident to Algernon that if
he wasn't game he was rapidly being
made game of; for a peroxide blonde
| on the right end Of the reviewing fleet
remarked soto Voce (freely translat-
| ed-in a besotted voice.: Where did
Kit cop de kindergarten? Spose she'll
be givin' benefit fer de Infants home
| about Friday"
Just then the bass vio1, who had been
out rosining his bow with a bootleg,
! rasped out a staccato Whisker agitator
| that was taken by the floor manager
as signal for a waltz. 1t was on the
bill "deux Temps but the gentlemanIy
floor manager blew the programme
on the first schottische, and swore at
the treasurer who had the programme
printed in a foreign tongue.
They did say that the floor manager
had as much sand as anybody in town
except, perhaps, Jonathan Carver, and
| Carver had caved first. His name
wasn't Wyatt carp, and he had never
trotted the markee a practice heat by
telephone, but they did not say if worst
came to worst, and any of de gents
OH de floor forgot dere lines, dere
wouldn't be no call for the hurry-up
wagon, as de coroner could look after
all the subsequent ceremonies.
Pick yer pardners fer de mazy,'
hoWled the main pipe" as he swag-
! gered down the center of the floor like
ten-dollar-a-week juvenile, who has
just been cast for the villain who miss
ed the train. And make yer s'lecshuns
finer'n silk. Dis is de prize waltz, dye
See? And wen dis is over, yer don't
get any more cards, see? De man
agement of dis party has offered a
| pot o'handsome prizes which will be
| handed out to the cuples wot does de
best spielin' wild DER w'eels, and we
all better look sharp wen de band be-
| gins its turn. Dere won be no foulin
nor football tackles stood for, and
de first couple wot steps in somebody
else's skirt is fined case Of beer. The
prizes will be awarded by tree of de
OCnf- lYv1fNT <oS( - Ill
and dey don't need no more introduce
ton dan to say dat here dey are
And with majestic sweep of his
hand, the ring master ushered into the
| grand court OF honor three Latin
! quarter chaps. Little Billy was the
| only one in the bunch with a full dress
| suit, and that had a suspicious pro-
tuberance of his right hip, half pint or
so.
The party on his left wore a checked
! suit that would have put to blush the
mise ell scene of living chess game.
| While the individual on the right was
! attfred In bartender's apron and a
red necktie.
Little Billy-he wasn't so little, but
! the entities of the Quarter Latin must
be preserved-explained to the impa-
tent throngs that the honor of de
union was at stake, and he and his
pals was dere to save it. No 53-cent
dollars could be worked on the door,
! and anybody who questioned the de-
cisions of de referee, would have to
order his own ice, and be thankful
the graveyards was not all full. He
wouldn't make any treats, but the
party was on de square and 1t might
as well be tipped off gen'ral.
The first violin had to leave half a
] glass of beer, so short was the address
Of the presiding judge, and he nearly
| lost q finger trying to start with tho
drop of the flag
the hall. Pipe me and me Algernon
hook dat spark in the mornin'.''
Which in other assemblages of con-
temporaneous date would have been
indicated by the remark that Miss
Katherine intended to pawn the dia-
mond-studded brooch which constituted
the first prize
Can we waltz? Not U.S. don't sup
pose we can do a ting to dem byootiful
/ blue Danoobs. We can put Strauss ia
sleep in one night, and say, that Suzy
amt writ no moosik yet that can turn
corn on me Algernons pumps. Dye
| hear me, girl?"
Up and down the hall whirled Katie
| and her AlgernOn, and on the second
time around, Kit sang out? "Hey there
| Bill?' Two cases a'beer, an TIL pay
| We in de mornin' or give we de first
! prize as security
| Agernon's knees were about as rigid
as table of statistics in the hands OF
campaign orator, and on the third
| time around the hall, the shoes that
/ had chased many a rural assignment In
| the small hours after the cars STOPPED
/ dragged their weight over the beer
| spattered floor.
/ Brace up minute more" whispered