The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1898-08-24
STORIES OF THE CROWDS
A CONNECTICUT COLONY LEASES AN
ENTIRE BOARDING HOUSE.
The Old. Old "CfrcIe" StOry-..F. c. b.
Distorted to Mean "Fresh
Cold Beer"


/, North Illinois street an the streets
crossing it, as far out as Sixteenth street,
form sort of secondary X. of P. encamp-
ment. For several blocks on Illinois street
there are few houses where furnished rooms
are not rented and the convenience OF this
locality to the camp ground cars and local
OF lts of int rest makes it popular The
lodge from Bristol. Conn.,, came in with
forty members some of whom brought
their wives along. They wanted to keep the
crowd together, so they simply chartered
a lodging house near Walnut street, and
now the whole colony has a good time,
while the landlady is the envy Of all the
others along the street, and is currently
supposed to be getting rich The Bristol
colony is jolly set and everybody seems
to have a nickname The men sit out uroer
the trees the sidewalk and kid each
other, to the great amusement of the quiet
er members of the crowd.
A good story told on one or them,
who was referred to as Jim" to the effect
that he began counting the stories to the
Stevenson building and leaned back SO Tar
that his uniform cap fell off and was lost.
AT any rate, Jim came home bareheaded
at noon yesterday.
L. F. Halter of Wheeling w. Va, who
is a Knight of Pythias by trade, and booms
Wheeling stogies as a pastme, is seeing
indianapolis by gaslight moonlight and oc-
casionally by daylight under the chaperon-
age of his cousin, Herr Gottlieb Gruebe of
the German Tribune. Hallers chum. Ollie
Reed also of Wheeling, asserts that Halter
couldn't find his way off the Circle Mon
day night, but walked around and around
it, commenting on the architectural same
ness of the long street, and the unusual dis
lance to his hotel, until kindly disposed
m oh Ho1ln Aofa dc
himself by asserting that he is being made
the subject of a story which is as old as
the Circle. Still, Reed has his supporters.
The street fakirs are up to all sorts of
schemes to attract the visitor, and Incl
dentally to attract his shekels. The lemon
ade men and sandwich dealers are almost
hidden by the fluttering K. P. banners and
Welcome" signs. One saloon has a big sign
on which the initials of the K. p. motto
F. c. Bare made to signify Fresh
Cold Beer" The hop ale vendors are kept
busy during the heated hours, which so far
have been all the day and evening The
street-corner oculists are selling hundreds
er has a tag on his stand which reads:
Damon and Pythias eyeglasses.
Those familiar with the story of Messrs.
Damon and Pythias, and how they chung
together all the time, will appreciate the
clevernes5 of the fakir.
vile boomers, at the Denison. Colonel
Watts, Colonel johnson and two or three
other colonies were gathered about the big
cut-glass punch bowl. which had been filled
and empted dozen times during the day.
Colonel Johnson is proud of this Kentucky
punch, which is made after his own formula
and lis puffectly HARMLESS, sah-wouldn't
hut a baby The punch is made of pure
water, with some slices OF oraL ge and may
be some more fruit-but with little Ken
lucky essence of JOY poured in to take
away the taste of the water. AS above stat
ed, the several colonies were standing
Colonel Johnson raised his cup to his lips.
slipped the punch slowly, and murmured
with saddened expression:
No, sub, that punch is spoiled, suh.
Colonel Watts. with a courtly smile of
depreciation, shook his head in disparage-
Tnent of this seeming disloyalty to the Blue
punch he. too, mournfully agreed with
Colonel Johnson. The lustrous-faced col
ored man who presided over the punch was
aghaSt with amaZement. There was hur-
ried consultation among the colonies, with
the result that colonel from Lexington
called upon to diagnose the punch.
After giving the matter much deep thought
he solemenly asserted:
This heah punch, suhs, is wrong 1t
beahs a distinct trace of ammonia, and
caihful obsuhveh will note tibet it comes
I'm the ice, subs. Yo' all hev used ahti-
elai ice IN t t tn nod nHah men
cleah spring ice should hev been puhmit-
ted to co.
So now the colonies are looking for some
ice which will not spoil the punch.
She was big visitor-that is, she had a
pronounced tendency to embonpoint. She
got on one of the weighing machines at the
Union Station, dropped in her penny and
waited. She stood there even after the
hand on the dial had jumped around in
cod of and str half
apologetically, at 2S5 pounds The woman
paid no attention to the dial, with it's
weighty message. She seemed to expect
something more. An attendant stepped up
and courteousy asked what was wrong
do 1 git it or don't l git it?" she testify
asked.
Just what did you expect to get, lady?"
was the suave querv.
well, amt they any chewin' gum comm
out O this here machine? 1 put in my
cent"
that the intent and purpose of the machine
was only to make known the weight of
those who chose to tickle it's internal econ
You see, lady he concluded. you
weigh 2S5 pounds.
Gosh! / guess I knowed thatr' And
with a scornful ejaculation of "Robbers!"
she ambled on to the street car, where the
conductor, who had all day been carrying
himself required to carry one in the space
for two.
He was a reporter, and when he saw
tired-looking Knight coming out of the
Union Station and looking about in rather
a bewildered way he thought it would be
polite toward the stranger and perhaps pro-
ductive of some news if he should offer
some assistance. So he stepped up and in
quired:
Just get in?''
Yep
"Come good ways?'
'V'mont.
Are you looking for friends here?"
yep"
Perhaps l can help you to find them"
Mono, Not much, SON. / don't know
what your project is. but l don't want to
see any lottery drawings and I've got too
much baggage now TO think of carryin'
gold brick home. Nope. Better look lit
So the young Teller" looked little fur
ther.
out on East Washington street a barrel
house has out sign which halls the way
farer in lurid green and red letters, sur
rounding a big painting of a yellow glass
about the size of washtub. over whose
sides are pouring a pale green foam The
sign reads: Biggest Chicago Bowl in Town
for Cents.
A few doors east of the saloon is the meet
ing place of religious organization, which
has q big sign, too It's sign asks:
Where Will You Spend Eternity?"