The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-10-11

SETS FIRE TO THE HAY AND
SP0ILSi1A PHOTOGRAPHIC
GROUP.
WHISKY 3 FLOAT PARACHUTE,
Said to- Have Borne an ImperiIed
Picl&nicker in Safety From the
Top of the Pyre.

saiHlS anu SeFapnlm, says BOtn S1QeS,
and to divest themselves of such of the
iniquity as is certain to gather on
the garments of the most righteous
even in this Apostolic burg, they oc-
casionally take a trip to sylvan re-
treats, going by the way of the raging
waters. And they call their days di-
vertisement a "bouillon and clam
bake"
Their first was held on Tuesday, Sept.
2S and they went "over the raging
main" Of the sinuous Minnesota, by
that staunch craft Oracle Mower, until
on its shady banks they discovered
Silly Sands holding Tom Little. the
cook, on the edge of the chatting dish,
and Tom waving his pink shirt as a
sign that it was we'll and prepared for
the jolly party to disembark. Billy and
Tom had been UP all night heating
rocks for the bake, and had the chow
der a-la-mode (whatever the deuce
that is), when the Oracle Mower swung
gracefully to the landing. On disem-
barking, Billy and Tom were obliged to
take affidavit that everything was
ready for the assault, and when the
word was given to fall to, the way
those succulent clans disappeared
would have put a Rhode Islander to
flowed into, those merrymakers as
smoothly as beer falls into a brewery
visitor. In fact, such an excellent feast
was served thatHank Logan positively
states he overheard hot clam remark
to cricket under the rocks:
It's hot time in the old town. I'm
in it for brown roast. In it up to
the neck"
Thls is Hanks story; not ours.
After everybody seemed satisfied moth
ing would do but to turn at the nation
al game. And it was a game for red
hlacs. If Sockalexis had seen it he
would be pouring fire water into him
at the rate of gallon a second. Who
won? Don't ask US. They all won.
EV eryone of them is a friend of the
scribe's and he wants to return whole
to his parents from his next visit to
st. Paul. What we do know and will
swear to is that Jim Forestal, finding
he couldn't beat a clam to the home
plate boarded his milk wagon and
drove around the diamond but when
they picked him up in sections from
under his white horse and milk cans at
the home disk, the umpire wouldn't al
low the run until the wagon spokes had
been pried out of Jim's ears. Then the
umpire was thrown into the Oracle
Mowers fire, box to thaw out, and the
white-wingad dove Of peace again how
cred over the erstWhile field of blood
and carnage. Oh, they had heaps Of
fun, and heaps of bouillon, and heaps
OF CLANS, and "sich.'
Then nothing would do but that a
group photograph be taken. Dickey,
the photogra pher, was of the party, but
he confided too much at the outset to
an ita!ic visioned assistant The lat
ter has not been cross-eyed from birth.
He got that way looking for change
after asking Everybody in the house
take suthin." He posed the excursion
lists around a haystack, and when
Dickey saw them thus grouped, know
ing the camera wasn't an old army
blunderbuss, and wasn't warranted to
shoot around a corner and "Vaccinate,"
he nearly fell in a fit, but the sight OF
Charley Kartak doing the Goddess of
LII
tied it. Somehow, as the party were
grouped the stack took fire, it is claim
ed. from so many hot numbers be-
ing in the vicinity, and for time
Charley's fate was question. How
he got out of the dilemma is told by
himself. He says:
1.-The flames lowered higher and
higher, and were reaching my whis-
kers, when [ saw a farmer standing
7
toast for him. 1 cried: Hey, Rubel
Come overr He yelled back: 'Corse
it's hay, and burned good hay at that,
an mighty dry. I'll be over in the
mornin' an eat watts left of ye.' That
made me yell louder when Sands sent
Harris UP to me with a whisky float.
and no balloon ever lit lighter than
we did This goes.
Everybody regretted the absence of
"Dutch Dick" who was called to Var
many to see that the valiant Her
mann wouldn't stub a toe getting on
his pedestal.
After paying SIT for the hay con-
sumed the photographer for the fine
group picture he at last succeeded in
getting, and principally after paying
the 'bouillOn and clans" an au revoir,
the Cheerful Cherubs returned to the
city in the quickest time ever made
by the graceful Oracle.
The gentlemen attending We're: ]. J.
O'Connor. Uncle Bill" Lon Epperly,
Charley Kartak, Pete Miesen, Ed
Darragh, John Ives, James Goodhue,
Jim Hopkins, Joe Gaines, William ST.
mons. Antoine Peltier, AdOlph john
son, Henry Johns, Ed Murphy, Jim
Forestal. Frank Keith Ghe latter fcsir
gentlemen went to sleep in a straw
stack Immediately after getting their
fill of chowder), Clarence Robb, Frank
AVID. Peter Lauer, John Stauble, Frank
Gamble. Arthur Drewry, who had a
large bottle of Limetta in each pocket,
Sam Neumann, Spike Hennessey, Billy
Zimmermann, John Beidenrich, Capt.
Smith. Prof. Graves Qeader of the
Fort Smelling band, who tried a large
number of new horns" during the
day), James Brennan, the "only dunn
nv. Tommy Jansen, the barber and
saloonkeeners' friend; Jack Decker,
the noted New York pitC9ar; Fatty
White. with w S. Conrad, Joe Mounts
and others. a.
Fred Wit having been i'll on the
occasion Of the last sojourn, it is pro
posed to repeat the entertainment with
the exception of the haystack episode.
So, on Thursday next, clam bake
and boufIipn Sill be given by the
same GA Boys on the steamer
Oracle Mpwer5 up the beautiful st.
Croix. Those swho may not wish to
return bys boat can take a train at
saltwater. Refreshments of all kinds
viii be served free. The boat will
leave the foot of Jackson at $50 a. m.
sharp. The same committee will have
charge. : Messrs William Sands,
George Harris, Fred Witt and Hank
Logan.
TN METHODIST PULPITs.
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