The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1896-09-29

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BEGAN SHOOTING THE TIN DISHES
were broken and he was badly bruised,
but we are glad to learn that he was
not fatally injured. His honor the
mayor is good natured man and does
not affect any particular dignity, but
the man who wants to see him on Off
cial business at his Office must leave his
oayuse in the street below.
About the Campaign.
The Kicker is in receipt Of number
Of communications asking about its pol
icy in the coming campaign, and we
will answer all in one. This paper is
independent in politics, religion, poetry,
agriculture and everything else. No
railroad corporation dictates, and no
syndicate pays its bills. If we wanted
to weave q crown of laurels for Captain
Kidd or pitch into the memory Of
George Washington, no outsider would
have to be consulted.
In supporting one candidate we shall
not pitch into another. In this world
of change no man can tell who is COM
ing out on top, and if it happens to be
the man you've pitched into your posi-
tion is made somewhat embarrassing
for several years subsequent.
We have no decided opinions regard
ing silver or the tariff, but we do stand
pat on the question Of the Monroe doc
trine If necessary, let us go to war to
support it, but during the continuance
of said war we shall be found ut the old
stand, as heretofore.
The campaign speaker who strikes
this town and starts in to lie about any
Of the candidates will have to leave the
hall by back window and get under
cover of the woods five minutes later.
As o people we love truth and poker
and insist on a square deal.
A Word to Major Banks.
For the last month Major Banks Of
this town has been in the habit Of COM
ing into the postoifice several times
day and firing pistol through the gen.
eral delivery window to attract the at
tention of the clerk who serves the pub
lie. While nobody has been shot and
the noise amounts to nothing, such ac-
lions serve to lessen the dignity which
should surround q postoffice, and we
now warn the major that he must let
up. If he persists in his course, we shall
esteem it our duty and privilege to re-
turn the fire and lay him up for a few
weeks. If he wants to shoot at us while
OH the street, we have no objections;
but, as the regular appointed postmas-
ter, sitting in our private room in the
postoffice, we demand respectful consid-
Grafton from the public. Any doctor
around town will tell Major Banks that
a bullet in the shoulder will keep him
thinking for several successive nights.
We Lay Down.
Our esteemed contemporary down the
street is out with two column sensa-
tion regarding the little affair at the
bank last Tuesday, and he lies in the
most shameful and bold faced manner,
as usual. The facts in the case are as
follows: We had just left the bank,
after making deposit of 5000. AS we
reached the sidewalk a stranger, who
had been leaning against a telegraph
pole, stepped forward and thrust the
muzzle Of gun within foot of our
nose and ordered us to throw up our
hands. Up they went. Under the cir
cumstances we were ready to throw up
our hat, shoes, wallet and everything
else we held dear on earth. The man
gave US his private opinion of the editor
Of The Kicker (who is ourself), Of the
mayor (who is ourself), and the post
master (who is ourself), and his Ian
guage was emphatic and to the point.
We had little or nothing to say. We
might have died the death Of hero,
but we preferred to remain on earth. A
large crowd assembled and witnessed
our humiliation, but we remained pas
sive and placid, When the cuss had had
all the fun he wanted, he walked off.
So did we. We got our guns as soon as
possible and looked for him, but he
could not be found. There isn't the
slightest question about our laying
down" before that stranger. We think
we know when we have good thing.
II was good thing to clay down" just
then, and we entered into it with great
deal of enthusiasm. Things may be diff
ferent some day, but just at present we
have very little to say and would like
to avoid tho subject altogether.
He Was Failure.
A man who gave his name as Thomas
Dayt registered at the Hotel Royal
last Wednesday and entered the dining
room for dinner. He first made kick
because there was no cloth on the table,
and next because the waiter couldn't
furnish him with a napkin. Then he
wanted coffee cup with handle to it
and soup in bowl, and when given
knife without handle he jumped up
and began shooting the tin dishes full
Of holes His fun was speedily inter
rupted, however, and he was put out Of
the hotel and later on arrested and fined
$50. The Royal hotel is not rival Of
the Palmer house in Chicago Or the In
perial in New York. 1t is just plain,
everyday hotel, full Of cockroaches and
mutton stew and the odor Of corn beef
and cabbage. Tablecloths and napkins
and crockery are all right in their way
and will reach us some day. but until
they do it won't do any good to kick.
When man can sit down with his hat
on and eat his fill for 80 cents and throw
dishes at the waiter and ouss the land
lord as he pays his bill, he has got a
nd 10 1,a i'd