The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-01-05

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last day. Then they puts in twenty
four hours chewin' the rag an frothin'.
Wen. that don't win neither, don't even
I get a place. ObSerNln' we stands pat an
don't scare or pinch down on our play,
{ what does England do them Begins to
I take water like a mink. The papers loads
up with gun about what crime II
I be for two Christian nations to go to
Meeoin the tail feathers out OF each other,
I an ali such slush. i tell you, they We
ducked their nut, the English has; they're
I leary Of US just as l states
-. That's straight goods I puts in.
We've got England on the hog train.
SheS on the dead run for cover in this
| Venezuela play This news that we can
Doirow all the yellow chips we needs
don't ease her mind either. When Rusty
| stands 10 back our play for her wad, il
makes England tireder than ever
Thurber an / takes on awhile, an
/ tells him at last that If he don't mind, I
/ guess Ill see the Pres dent himself.
Iammy Tim / remarks, likes to
/ get his tips from the old top tout him
self, an If you'll slip the latch III thrun
meselI into the presence of the President
He amt got rested from his duck
| hunt yet says Thurber. an I'm afraid
/ you can't see him. STILL We'll go to
| showdown about it in a minute. Whether
/ you see the President or no, however,
/ you can write il on your eye with indeli-
bic ink, we can get every PUNK in the
Rushun treasury to lay out England with.
No hummin bird is telling you that; you
| can go bank on it.
|
/ says. England's huntin' her hole. It's n
| three to one shot that she quits us dead
Cert says Thurber, your remarks
| Is on the level. However, a patriotic
| guyH keep himself on tap an ready.
/ I've got me substitute all picked out, an
| to the front the sucker goes at his coun-
! trys call the moment they drops the hat
What's wondrous TO me, though,
| suggests, is that this stiff Bayard, who
does no end to foment this mix-up. don
| get no racket for il at all. Youse admin
/ OIlqbf
4 the chatting dish, see!
Yes Tetorts Thurber, the old bou-
/ quet tosser's been maxim us weary for a
| year. But none of us dubs at the white
/ house ever tumbles for a moment that
| his rootin' for England's goin' to be took
/ serious. But it looks now like Salisbury
| and his fellow-fakirs actooaly receives
| Bayards CUFF for the real goods. That's
| why they tries to run the Venezuela blazer
| onto us. Little the muckers dreams that
the. President has the Monroe doctrine
| up his sleeve to pull on 'em. It's there all
the time, though, an you can go MARBLE
| it at kernans If this Bayard cuts loose
| any more of his chrysanthemum plays
| both him an Englandll get the mighty
| kybosh put all over EN-.
| But, considerin' what he's done, he
| oughter not be allowed to gig out an get
| away ] says. Somebody-official, ]
means-is due to give this Bayard a t'ump
| in the troat, so he'll take 4 swift tumble
! to himself. OF all the rannikaboo plays
| / ever sees made by a mark who calls
himself an American, this Bayard's eN-
| speeches retires with the bun. Seer
Let him try to turn the trick agin,
| says Thurber, with glee. Their wouldn' I
| nothin' happen to him. OH mo- make no
| mistake. The President wouldn't do a
| thing ito him, ] don't think Tim, says
| Thurber, changin' his key to black seri-
| GUS, if Bayard makes one more raw crack
he gets the gait from his gills down; you
mark me wild whoop on that, me bucko.'
It's at this hitch in the quadrille which
| IS ragin' between me and Thurber that
| Harmon and Olney comes skatin in. They
| gives it out cold the Pres dents too tired
to see me, an recommends to me to scare
meself over later on, an he'll be crazy
to confer with me.
Il never gets me lamps on Harmon be-
| fore, though Oily, old boy, is a familiar
| figger to me acquaintance. This duck
| Harmons a big mark, straight up an
down as the flag staff on Tammny Hall.
| He's logged out of sight, too, with dead
| swell vest, cut low, so as to display his
clean three-sheet, the same with a big
| rock blazin' in the center Oh, he makes
a dead gay front, Harmon does; what a
mug could call q Hoffman house front;
one of these fronts you can run fire es-
cape up. Thurber thruns us a p'lite
knock-down, an Harmon an me saloots
| dead low. but warmly.
Il learns from our mutual runnin'
| mate Thurber,' l says, that you used to
youse was right in the ball-tosser push
| says /.
only as a amatoor,' says Harmon.
| AS amatoor / was out of sight if ]
says II MeS6lI. i nOlQS down HfSt base
for me college nine an sets the fashion
in battin right along.'
Yes, says Olney, headin' in on the
talk, I hears, Harmon, you was koko-
| bola with a stick n could swipe a bali
clear out of the ward
" That's right, old stockin',' says Har-
| mon with laugh, giVin' Olney a two
| base belt in the short ribs. I've busted
| more bats an split more pigskin up the
back than any sucker who ever makes
base. | was a hot potato, an don't you
| omit to forget it,
But say, oily, me boy goes on Har-
mon, that reminds me. iii tell you what
| we ought to do. Next summer Wen get
! Grove an all of the cabinet-that makes
! nine of us ducks--an' Wen challenge Mel
| Fuller an the eight 'sociate judges of the
supreme court to a nine-innin game for
| luck an the championship of court cir
| cles; what do you say?'
| L m with you, bigger than church,
! says Olney. Say, we would just about
make monkeys of that outfit if they goes
against us. Wen make the muckers play
The ideas a corker, says Harmon,
with a whoop of delight. Wouldn't
Brewer make a hit slidin' for first in his
" They'd about put Fuller into the box
to pitch the game for EN- says Olney,
thinin' it over. Who dye think they'd
stick back of the bat?'
! -" Harlan says Harmon. He's got a
| hand on him like a five-barred gate an
| if he can't hold ball he'll stop it, ali the
same. You couldn't pitch ball by Har-
Well says Obey, we plays 'em,
and, say, I'll go out on first myself
Not on your Back Bay home you
! don't" says Harmon. You'll go center
| field, an I'll do me old-time specially at
first meself. / know me lines, an I've got
me cues an business down to a feather
edge when it comes to playin first base
Me go in center field? says Olney
| Yes, I will, don't think
I'll' tell you how we fixes it, says
| Harmon. We'll let Grove place the men
He'll captain the nire, an he can lay it
! out to suit himself
"TH tend to the BATS says Thurber
! who's listenin' with interest-III tend to
the bats an mascot for you an his high
/ ness
| You don't mascot for me- says Olney;
| I'll tell you those right now. You'd get
| shaky an give us heart failure
81 puts in me graft at this point to
change the topics of talk on 'em, for I
sees Olney' s,,broke Thurber's heart, not
| lettin him mascot for 'em.
- 'Speakin' of base ball. l says reminds
me of our troubles with England Do we
mean fight, gents, or is it a jig an bal
| lad%
we mean fight says Olney, an it's
to be bare knuckles to finish. Wen fight
her an we'll do her in a ring or room or
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