The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-10-13

| women Want Their Moneys Worth.
and the Way They "WorIS" the
Smasher Is a Caution.
From the Washington star
| The baggage juggler on the delivery wa
Son was softly whistling 9TH Whole Wide
Worlds Agin Me" while he sat on the
tailboard OF his wagon, waiting for a
train
"A lot of people coming back from the
| beaches now, eh?"
"Oh, two or three" replied the baggage
| juggler resuming his imitation of pic
colo.
How many hours a day are they work.
ing you?"
"Twenty-slx," answered the trunk hoav-
or, cheerGufy. "Tweuty-six and"
Mice job commented the man.
at ud be all right il 1t wasn't for tn
wimmen,' said the Saratoga spinner, let
ting out conversational link.
why, are they exacting?"
Wen, they want their moneys worth"
replied the baggage deliverer with plenty
of meaning in his tone. They don't want
| 20 let us think for minnit that we can
do EN-. Say, yistiddy me and me helper
took one up to one o them tan 'partment
houses way up town. 1t was an over
| weight, and il weighed $50 pounds if il
weighed an ounce We'en we got up 10
were il blongod we found that the lady
| that owned it lived on the ninth floor. The
| elevator was out o order The lady was
waitin' for us in tn 'partment house Of
| hce. II wasn't up to us to lug that quar-
| ter-tonncr, short weight, up to the ninth
| door where she lived but she made such
| holler bout ueedin' the things in the
| trunk that we tackled the job jes' to blige
| her. / never tried 10 hustle a barrel o.
| flour up the steps of the monument, but
| that's what the Job was like, anyhow. Me
| and me partner felt like Jockeys that'Vc
| trained off leven pound in a Turk bath
| we'en we got il up to the landin' of the
| ninth floor The lady took il easy and come
| up after us. Wimnien is stuck on seem
men work, anyhow. Die ever notice how
they'll stick at the paror windows all
| day we'en a gang o men are tearin' up
the street in front? Wen, anyhow, the
lady was up al the ninth floor landin'
ahead of us.
She Wanted to Think.
Were do you want it taken, ma am ??
1 asked her.
well, she rested the elbow of her right
arm in the palm of her left hand, and
put her right forefinger on her lip.
" Let me think says she.
I'VE on'y had twenty-seveu trunks down
in the wagon waitn' to be delivered while
she did her think, but she didn't mind
| little thing like that. So we stands on
one leg and then on the other while she
thinks.
81 guess I'll have to move things
| around some in that middle room before
l have it brought in she says, after
while. Can you drop by here agln' in
| bout an hour?
Il wanted to tell her that me balloon
was out o order. like the elevator, but
instead, 1 jes' says:
| What for, ma'am?'
| Why, she says, I'll have the servant
clear out that middle room by the time
| you git back, and then You can come up
| and put the trunk in there for me-
well, she wanted all that was a-comin'
to her. didn't she? l guess she's got that
middle room cleared out by this time and
| we'd ha gone back there and put that box
| in it for her if we hadn't ha' forgot her
address. oh, yes, Wis, yah, we would
| ha'r"
"Of course, she gave you liberal tib?"
ventured the man.
The baggage juggler executed a back
| fell from a sitting posture on the tail
board of his wagon, and his sides heaved
Don't make me larf-Ive got heart
burn" he said when he got back to sit
| ting posture. "Wimmen tippin', hey? Say
If / never smoked a cigarette until one o.
the wimmen tipped me the price of bunch
of EN-, I'd git some of this yaller off me
fingers. Wimmen tip a trunk chucker?
Stop your kiddin Wait a minnit, though
I'm fergittin'. Las week me an me help
er logged eight big ones 20 a purity nifty
lookin house in the swell quarter uptown
They b'longed to a lady and her two
daughters. 1t was bout half hours
I hon raVy 10. ryit oil
in the storoom on the third floor and says
we to ourselves, seem a lot o. filled-up
decanters and glasses and things on the
sdeboard in the dinin' room as we go up
stairs with the trunks. Here's Were we
haul down a hootin' good drink o some
kind or other, anyhow
Beautiful Souvenirs
The lady and her two daughters stool
over us vile we packed the big boxes up-
stairs, and told us we were strong and We
fggered that the drinks was as good as
| under our belts already, ain'd IT.? Wei
! wen we got all through, with the last box
| planted away in the storeroom, and got
! downstairs one o. the purity daughters
was waitin' for us at the door She passes
us a sweet smile, and then she hands us
| each a little present.
Little sooverneers o. some O. the places
Were we've been this summer, says she,
stin smilin lovely and handin' the things
| to us.
"They were little round pieces o paste
board like badges, with piece o red cord
passed through hole in The top O them
Printed on one side o. them was these
words.
"Have you shot the chutes?'
Thanks. ma am, says we, solemn like
| and we didn't let out a holler until we got
the wagon down TO the mex block. Then
we lay back and whooped so thai a ccp
on the corner thought we was drunk and
looked us over with the idea O pinchin' US.
/ give the badge to me fox terrier pup,
| and he ate it, string and all.