The age-herald., 1897-09-05
GOLD SLANG SPOKEN.
Language RedOIent of KIondyke Once Cold Is
 Heard Now.
From the chleago cnlenIels.

1 out Everywhere you go-.hat is, every- where that slang is likely to be heand- you hear expressions in. the new sla g.
 and some Of them are not half bad | ei her.
 Two young men whose faces are often
 seen in the downtown district after the electric lighss begin to burn met the othsr
 evening at Clark and Washington reets.
 While they were conyerssng a girl with
 a red shirt wsi.i. and golden locks of the
 drug store variety came along.
 "Pipa her Klondykesps remarked one Of l them a's ihe passed.
 Yep. replied the other. "Kind of
 rusty, aInit they. She ough. to take
 chase up the Yukon and sprinkle a litsle frssh dust on 'em. Know herr"
 NO. Trtd to make myself acqua ated
 the other right but all I got for mine
 was the Klondyke Sare. I asked her if
 she hadn't just come over the Chilkoos ] pazs, but once more she handed ms the
 iceberg eye and ari lhe atmosphere right there bcame very much Dawson Cf.y. l I picked up my snow shoes and backed l away"
 They were riding home in the street | car.
 "whalis the matter? You look as
 enough you had the bluee?"
 "Nothdn' much. Tried to borrow five from tke old mel this evening.
 What did you get? | ''The Alaskan f3ca.' | He wore a checked suit of clothes. | green and yellow tie, ard a pink baired ! shirt and he was evidently very proud 1 of himself as he crossed S.ate S rect at | Adams He met an acqusd xtance on the l other corner.
 Hello. there, old man." gree. ed the | latter. Where did you get the Mexico | make-up?"
 "Whai.e the maf ter win it?"
 "Oh. nothing at all. II came near hay | ing a heat prostr2I ion wllsn you gos close 1 to me, that's all. Where are you heading | for, Dawson City," | "Daws5n City. What do you mean?p | You ought Q be all right in the kloa- | dyke with that sron That 65 below zero | could hit you and never freeze you al l all. That's about the warmest I ever saw
 ou side of the ten-tweizI y-thirty. Two race track tou.s were riding in on | the train from Hariem.
 "Well'' ai5Ssd one "sed you finish with | any of the dust to1ay?" Nope I put enc mark down for a couple of nuggets, but i.he skate We bet | CT must have Thought he saw an ic berg | when he Init Ehe stretch, for he just froze | up like he was up in Alask7 with an Es. kimo o-i his back. I'll have to stand that | restaurar- man a few gold mine stories | this evening or elce do without the sir | loin.'
 Saw you out riding with the Smith | .fsters the ether evening"" remarked the 1 yorlsh with the three-inch collar U tho | youth with the ticycle cap "Whai. kind of a time d.d you have?'' II was climbing the Chilkoot pass all | the way" Chilly, eh?"
 r"Chilly! We'll. should say so. Very much Yukon valley! You can have 'em after this. I'm no Esk.mol'' | He had evidently not visited barber in | several days, and he also eviden.ly didn't | care whether he formed the acquainl ance | of one for several more days. HIS wnis- | kers were a sort of brindba red, the rest | Of his visage was another shade of the same color and altogether he looked like the picture sof Weary Willie" in the com,c papers as he entered Clark street s'nlckel goes for everything barrel-house a few nigtls ago and called for sabooze.'( The barheeper handed him a glass and
 a greasy looking bottle. The man wi h
 the whiske.s filed the glass to the brim and then threw down a quarter. Tha barkeeper squnted at the size of the driak, threw i.he guar. CT in the drawer and fcs9sd back dime in change The man with the whiskers smacksd his | lips as he finished his dnnk and pushed away the water offered as a "chaser" | Then ne saw the dime. He gazad at it | moment or two in mute surprise. and
 then h-s glance shifted to .he barkeeper. say he said, in slow and deeply in- l jured tones, where do you think yoll | are? Up in the Klondyke?'' The barke per appreciated the ioke. | laughed long and loud, and then tossed
 the man with the trindle whiskers an- | other dime.
 | A fat man with countenance the col l or of a boiled lobster was vigorously | mopping his heated brow at Dearborn | and Madison streets on one of those yery l hot nights in July.
 Great snakesr' he remarked to his friend, the nighthawk cabby, this is | tough going, afn't ft?' Yep replied the other "I was just
 thinkin if fellow could only take a | few box cars full O this kind O weather
 up to that there Klondyk= he'd just be
 able to peddle it out at a twenty dollar | nugget square foot. Why, the papers | say it's so cold up there that people have l to wear five or six suits O clothes all the
 tim-, and dassent stick their noses out
 O the house fer six months at time fer
 fear O f'eezin' to death. Why, 1t gets so | cold it just busts all the thermometers an"
 But the man with the lobster colored | face had fi:d. It was like gazing at fire scene in shop window in November l when your overcoat's in hook and you're still wearing your summer clothes {, Well, see you're there with your
 Klondykes," remarks a young man to a
 fri:nd who appeared in a fresh pair of
 thick-soled winter shoes.
 Yep" replies the other, as he admir-
 ingly regards his footgear, very much
 over the icebergs, huh? But don't think | I'll be kickin' up many nuggets with | them this winter
 The girl with yellow hair and the girl | with the cold expression of countenance
 are both "very much Klondyke, in the
 language of the slangy young people of l p01d fisldS have cpr-
 tainly furnished many an excuse for a
 slangy expression to those who are fond
 of esprirging something new in that line on their friends, and it is not at all un- likely that some of the phrases have cnme | to stay.