The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-06-19

I deiphia Record. is Gen. Felix Agnus. the
/ editor and proprietor Of that most aged
| OF All papers. the Baltimore American
! Cen Agnus, a very digniled gentle
I man. was led into the saloon. according
I 10 one or the cOnspiraIors. by a party Of
tl4e-ls OF MS from Maryland "a DO had
been through the racket themselves.
I Ihey showed all the curious signs 10 him,
| the skeleton, the piano. the Mexican bur
| 70. The punching bag, The stove, the lady's
! leg just coming through the ceiling. and
I then they invited him up the mechanical
/ stairway to the museum.
On the wall OF the museum is painted
the declaration that most Of the curiOs
mad been lost in the cyclone
The only object of interest left there
was a keg Of nails which the general duly
inspected, laughed heartily at the joke
and started down the stairs again. He
was about four steps from the bottom
when the bartender pushed the but
ton The stairway became a Siding plane
ana the ulgnned general came down ker-
punk and slid the rest of the way into
the heap OF sdWdust fixed up at the bot
tom TO break the force Of his fall. Fortu-
hale-y Tor the conspirators the general
took the thing good naturedly, even if his
dignity was damaged bit
According 70 the New York Journal the
delegates to ST. Louis are not rolling as
nigh as local saloon keepers would Ike.
Lney drink beer principally said
Saiooh Keeper recently. Now, when
IaInmany was here TO nominate Cleve-
land, eight years ago, they bought whisky
aLla VINE Why, one Fellow IN the New
York delegation brought a crowd up 10
the bar one night and ordered wine The
whole house took a drink on him. How
through The barkeeper said 500. and the
New Yorker threw over the money and
turning a hair. A few high rollers buy a
small bottle, but they are drinking five-
cent drinks. 1t is beer crowd"
A ST. Louis paper says: TT is a no.
| uccable fact that about all the southern
delegates. of brunette order are wearing
anQ~ 70
general thing att!red in suits that looked
ike gunny sacks in the last stages of
toys that entitle them 10 distinguished
consideration as well-dressed men, and
when a cOlored man goes out to dress
he dresses to beat the rainbow. 1t is a
question in the minds of those who have
noticed the metamorphOses of the Sene-
gamblan delegates whether somebody's
barrel mas been tapped or whether they
| brought their clothes with them. Maybe
the attire in which they came to town
was designed for travelling costume"
W. f. Smead delegate from South
Dakota, YOuches for this story. according
70 the correspondence Of the Philadelphia
Record. He approached one of the col
Ored delegates from Mississippi TO learn
the situation in the cotton states. He
trst touched upon presidential matters.
Il understand" remarked Mr.. Smead,
solid for McKinley?"
No, sah!' corrected the colored poll
ticlan dat am not de truf.'
MT Smead Wase surprised. We'll" he
exclaimed: Il had not heard of a diff
ference Of opinion among you. Whom
Wei, sab" exclaimed the Mississippi
man OF color. some NV us is 70 McKin-
ley; some NV US is TO Reed; some Nv us is
10 Ale sn, and some NV US is for sale"
There had been little rifle of applause.
about the third rifle of the convention
and it had concluded with the wall of the
man with the calliope voice says the cor
respondence of the New York Sun. There
came a silence, broken only by the sonor-
Gus voice of Fairbanks who was speaking
on IN a corner near the press tables sat
little old man. He shook his head
and leaning to his nearest neighbor said:
Stranger, it reminds me of that solemn
hour in the house after the corpse has
been embalmed."
The first colored men who ever ate in
the dining room of the Southern hotel in
this city, ate there yesterday, says the cor
respondence OF the Philadelphia Press.
They were two members of the Massac hu-
sets delegation, and they walked into the
room win some OF their white brethren
| in that delegation. The room was fun at
the time, and everybody turned and
stared at them. They sat down at a table
Immediately behind Mr.. Hanna.
One of the things the hotel men feared
| in case colored men entered the dining
| room was that the walters would strike.
| The walters merely grinned as the col
| ored men sat down, and one OF them went
| TO wait on them and brought them the
! best the house afforded. The proprietor
| of the hotel breathed great sigh of re-
| lief.
Col. Abe Gruber and Alderman Olcott.
| the leader of the Platt republicans in the
| New York board of aldermen, put up
| job on Alderman John Windolph at the
| Planters last night says the New York
| Sun special. As they went into the dining
| room for dinner Gruber gravely inform
| ed the waiter that Alderman Windolph
was his father, and that he was deaf in
| bn TO-
! in the left. Gruber said
You want TO yell loud when you ask
| him for his order. If you don't, and he
shouldn't happen to hear you when you
| spoke to him, he would probably beat
| you out of your tip"
| So when the three sat down to the ia
| BILE the waiter got the order out of Cru
| Der and Olcott first, and then walked
| around to the left ear of Alderman VIM
1 dolph and bawled:
| What will you have?"
Alderman Windolph looked very much
surprise, but he gave his order
| The waiter bawled back to him:
| Ham and eggs, spinach, beans, and
| cup of coffee"
Windolph turned around and looked at
| him, but the waiter wasn't phazed a bit.
| Gruber and Olcott had faces as grave
| as images.
When the waiter came back and put
! the alderman's dinner in front of him
| and shouted in Windolphs left ear. Does
| that suit your Windolph got up ana
! called him black something or other,
| ana SWOre mat ne would lick MIN. he
| looked so herce that the waiter fled, and
| couldn't be induced to go near that table
again He got his tip just the same.
1t was plain that he was from Tennes-
| see, says the Philadelphia Record spec
! ial. He stacked up against the bar and
| rubbing his abdomen as the bartended put
! out bottle of rye he said
| "Gi me the white line"
white line? What's that?" asked the
| bartender
Pare stuff, no sugar in it," said the
| Tennessee man.
Don't handle pure alcohol" said the
| bartender.
| Don't want it," was the reply. -
| gotta kill a damned Mckinley Niger II
| ] want cohn mash-looks like water
| tastes like gun powder. If you want to
| be a Comanche Indian on short notice
! drink a little of that poison 1t is the
| hottest stuff made; just like the moon
! sinners put in a jug on a lonely path in
J the Arkansas mountains. But say, don't
! try to founder yourself on it, for when
| you get a lot of it mixed up with your
anatomy, its worse than a stick of dyna-
! mite"
| Then he proceeded m 7,our O,,+ ar5