The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-07-28
NO SWEAR, NO BowERY. &"
Chuck Connors, Mayor of Chinatown,
on Guggenhcimcr'sO Ordinance.
From the New York Word


From the New York World.
Gimme dat agin; il don't ketch." said
Chuck Connors yesterday, when told that
President Guggenheimer Of the Municipal
Council had prepared an ordinance pro-
vdlng for the punishment Of those who
swear in the streets or in other public
places
Chuck was further enlightened. pats
a Jolly, amt it?' asked ne suspciousiy.
Sure I'm a farmer, and me coop is stuffed
wild grips dat ! didn't open ull / got
home"
Chuck was assured that the news was
true. and that "a person caught swearing
would land on the island like any DINER
malefactor
Don't feel sore COS / tot We wuz JOSH
ia me" said he anxously. De flies rs
after me dis mornin. l Wus down at
Coney, by de sad billies, las night, ana
now dere's monkeys and ailingators
cIibin' up de fire-escape and givin me dc
cold jimmes.'
Then for Il tine the philosopher of the
BowCTy lapsed into deep thought
Dat laws a chaser for de Bowery
grafters sure" unused Chuck in a per
pexity of emotions "Dey might as well
give us all a hundret years at dc start,
COS how is bloke ever 10 git off de island
for minit2"
"Wors de matter wild me givin' me-
j. k, and telAn' EN- dat me names mud2
KIN see me finish in de chair wild mob
lookn' while dey touch me off, What's
dat udder law, de culmnatOr? What's de
chance? Sinch fur de persecutores of de
peoples rights.
"Want to know wots gOin' TO happen
wen dey peel off dat law and put de soak
on? De Boweryn git il IN de jugier. Dey
won't be any, cos all de gang'l be on de
island. pinched fur Openin' dere races,
OATS a fact, sure, Mike"
1t was suggested that if a man only
tried earnestly to control himself for
time il would be easy TO quit swearing
that at any rate, profanity was IN very
bad form.
What's dat; stick brake on me troat
and be good?" cried Chuck, with scorn.
Hold yer bret til 1 tries it and watch dis
poison label drop ded at yer feets It's
dis way: Cussn' is nit, cert; but wot if a
Chink trows dishwater on We and We fer
gifts? De cop grabs yer and de old man
gives We five days. Oh, muddcr but dere'
picked pigs foot in de distance fur yer
baby boy and de band plays, Amt he a
butte, but he's dead
Say, dat laws de worse blow dat ever
killed fadder fur de BoWery. Come up here
wen Guggy gifts his ice hooks into de
push. and see wots happened. De Raines
law won't be in it. Dere won't be nuttin'
Ticker storesll all be on de bum. Den
chase yerself over to de island and see me
and de Rummager and me frens weariu'
de zebras and muffin to do but work.
Datn be a weeper for de pape, me boy.
Tell me- Sporty do de law go down at
Coney? 1t do? Latin Moses, but l kin
see dat-Wot did dat teller call it-Oh yes,
dat purity cathedral village, movin out
into de wet ocean and de sea covered wild
frankfurters. Chucku put a muzzle on
his teet and so down dere to see de act
sinch.
"Wot about de cops? Don't dey curse?
S'pose a cop Is pinchin' a regular musser
dat gives him punch an breaks his bon
net don't de cop call him de rite names
and den don't de two of EN- git sent
away2 Sinch.
"LoolSin' at it tru dis way, wen dey sit
a lot Of cases and de bugs wots pinched
gifts togedder an makes a fight, wotll dey
do? Bring a knterscope into court and
say: No, yer honor. I didn't hear him, but
l seen him., an den spring de kinterscope?
Dere yer is, wild yer bret and all down on
de kinter an de bugs git it in de neck.
Dey can't git away wild dat tntype ting.
Den deres de phonygraf. Look wot a
cake walk it is fur de cops Devery, he'll
hand out one to every cop, an den de cop
he sneaks up on yer and grabs yer bret
an blows it on de judge. Kin yer say
yer didn't do it? Mt, not; an den deres
anuder canary in de cage.
Say, does dis law give yer de chase fur
Chinese cursn? De cops dey don't know
muffin about de Chink talk. Dere used
10 be a Chink cop but he got stuffed.
Amt dere a way of gettin' hunk wild
Guggy? S'pose we git de good boys up
at de legislator to put one of dem taxes
on lmburger of about a hundret plunks
on de pound. Den wot becomes of Gug-
gy? Don't de blolle starve to Diet? Dere's
de game. Sinch.
Me conk is weary wild dis tinkin let's
drown de rest In quart and talk about de
soldiers. Here's to de brave mugs of de
SiXty-ninth,and dey'n fight till dere lamps
is out OATS wOt l say. me. Chuck Con
nors Mayor of Chinatown"