Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-12-05
JIM BROWNS COME HOME.
Hello. JIM Reared the Whole Pier
AS Campaaia Docked.

Jim Brown is back from abroad.
There are undoubtedly a great many
persons in New York who either don't
know who Jim Brown is, or who know
SO many Jim Browns that they
wouldn't be able to identify this one
even by description. But everybody
who went Gown to meet the steamship
Campania when she came in on Friday
night, will remember Jim Brown as
the hero of that occasion-one of those
heroes who have glory thrust upon
| them. others there were upon the ship
OF greater intrinsic prominence than
Jim Brown, but none who got so warm
a welcome
The welcome came from half dozen
stalwart-voiced youths who stood on
the end Of the pier and watched eagerly
the huge bulk of the Cunarder looming
up through the darkness like another
world. While the ship was still so far
away that the passengers lining the rail
were but indefinite black splotches, the
group on the dock conferred with itself
and broke out to this effect:
'Rah-rah-rah! Rah-rah-rah! Rah-
rah-rah! Ya-a-a-ale. Jim Brown,"
The only answer came in a thin
voice from man in the bow, and it
didn't seem to fit the occasion exact
ly.
Tighten up that rope" was all he
said.
II Jim Brown was aboard he was
Keeping quiet. The crowd being
much lnterested-a pier-head crowd
waiting for steamer TO dock is al
ways nervously interested i'm every
thing and abnormally good natured-
suggested that the delegation try it
again. So thew gave the slogan once
more, but without effect.
"Gl,asss Jim must have been left be-
bind, suggested friendly individual
/ who had climbed a lumber pile.
Or spent his time on the rail, and
not feeling sufficiently recovered to
come out of his BIRTH" said another.
"Or got himself spread eagled for
mutiny in the face Of the enemy" add
a third.
ooh, try him again. said dozen
voices at once. Give him another
chance"
| "One-two-three," counted the leader
| OF the delegation, and they whooped
| in unison, Are you there jim
| Brown"
! s-"Hi-yi-yi!" shrieked voice from the
/ deck where the steerage passengers
were crowded.
| Him 'erei 90 hare you coves, any
| wy"
There's JIM" shouted the crowd.
| go back to Lunnon, JIM" Flows
messing in the steerage, JIM" low
| dyer like the bloomin' trip, Jymes?"
The welcomers were indignant They
muttered among themselves that their
Jim Brown had better pipe up if he
was aboard instead of letting cockney
from the Storage steal his thunder
But the steerage Jim Brown was con-
sumed with curiosity to know what
kind friends were thus welcoming him
| to an alien shore.
Were hare your" he piped shrilly.
'Hif you want Jim Brown, Him Jim
Brown. Put hyme on yourselves,
you chaps"
"Try it again." advised the crowd
"Whoop it up for the Yale, Jim Brown.
You'll get him yet"
There was short consultation and
the youths droned out
"Raw-raw-raw! Raw-raw-raw Raw
raw-raw. Hawvahd! Jim Brown."
Ou, IdlS. Sdlu luG uldu Ou the
lumber pile.
"You can't fool us. Jim amt from
| Harvard or Yale either Jim's from
Whitechapel, Jim is"
Vox Populi took it up in earnest
| then.
"Give the yell, JIM" Come on. and
| show yourself" 'How's the Prince
! Been seasick, Jimmie?" Come to our
! arms, James," "Hey, Captain; send
James Brown ashore in the long SCAT.
| His friends are getting tired"
'Blimy!" said the voice of London
Jim Brown; but this ere is go.
Him a public character, Hi am
"Rah-rah-rah. Rah-rah rah! Rah-
rah-rah! Ya-a-a-a-ale,' yociferated
the bunch of stalwarts with note of
despair in their voices Yale! Yale!
Yale! Jim Brown"
"Wot's all this ere tommyrot about
Yile?" asked the complaining voice on
the ship "Wot hare you jugginses
singin' about anyway? Tell a cove,
can't your"
Then from the rail amidship there
came very different voice.
Hey. You fellows!"
The delegation expended its breath
in joyful whoops, but Vox Populi had
| the lungs of them, and Jim Browns
/ welcome must have been to the other
Jim Brown.
There's Jim.' Where you been
hiding, Jimmy" ooh, Jim Brown"
Where d'you hail from, JIM" Been
gone long?" Are you the son of my
old chum, Esek BROWNE" Come ashore
JIM" I'VE are waiting for you there!"
"Yale's favorite son, Jim Brown"
| Good old JIM"
The man on the lumber pile chanted
| generously:
Jim Browns body stands a-moulder-
| ing on the deck,
| But his voice goes marching on"
Now the starboard rail of the shir
was so near that Jim Brown could be
! decried dimly, waving a hat Of unusual
| design. The welcomers shouted in
chorus:
ooh, jim, Is-that-an- English-hat? ?"
Yes" yelled Jim. Amt it a
peach?"
Throw it over, jim" cried Vox Pop
| uli. Lets see the mark" ooh,
where did you get that hat?" "G'wan,
Jim; you devil, you. Amt you q
| dude!"
Make your bow. James. Speech.
Speech, Speech from our eminent fell
| low citizen, the Hon. James Brown