The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1900-07-06

the law, but you can't change 'em.
If the police permit, they won't stop
their noise for anything you say"
"Then I'll break some ones neck |"
Mr.. Bowser went out and sat down
on the front steps. The fruit ped
dler grinned at him and moved on,
but it was scarcely minute before
an old Clothes man turned the cor
ner and set up his yell. He had
yelled about 16 times before hereach-
ed the Bowsers' gate, and there he
stopped and looked at the man on
the steps and screamed out in
agonized tones:
"Old clio! Old clo'! Cash for old
clo'!"
Move on, you scoundrell" shouted
Mr.. Bowser rs he rose up.
"Old clio! Old clio! I buy old
clo' for CASH."
by the beard of Plato, but I'll
have your life you don't move on !"
exclaimed Bowser as he clattered
down the steps, with a tragedy in
either eye.
The old clothes man ran across the
street but no farther, aud from his
new position he shrieked and
shouted and yelled until he had col
lected crowd of half hundred
people and Mr.. Bowser had been
forced into the house.
You see you can't do anything"
said Mrs. Bowser.
"But I will do something!" he
holly replied. Are ali the ordi-
nances of this city made for the bene-
fit of such bowling demons as that?
Has tax payer and property owner
no rights? If there are no laws to
protect me, then I'll protect my
self!"
Out he went again, and he was just
in time to encounter man who had
turned in from Fourth street yelling /:
KNIVES to grind o! Knives 10
grind-ol Bring out your knives to
grind-o!"
Mr.. Bowser walked down to the
gate. He looked like dangerous
man, but the knife grinder was will
; ing to take chances If he could make
nickel. He halted his grinder on
wheels and uttered his yell OF
: "Grind- OF" as if Mr.. Bowser was &c
rods away. He was still hanging on
: to the 20" when he was seIzed and
banged against the fence, and a
voice rang in his care:
"You Internal nuisance, shut up
or I'll break your neckl"
The grinder shut up. He looked
into Mr.. Bowser's eyes and became
afraid. However, as he was released
3 after a minute and told to move on
3 his courage returned, and he hadn't
, got more than ten feet away before
t he turned and said:
b. "You kpocka me and banga me
and L taxa de law on you'll"
Mrs. Bowser opened the door and
tried to argue the matter with Mr.
3 Bowser, but be declared he'd wet
5 his hands in the likelihood of the next
4 nuisance who came along. He
7 didn't have over ten minutes to wait
A Iuhk dealer, All umbrella member
| tinker and a popcorn man sud
e denly appeared in company, and al
' were yelling to drown the notes Of
I the band on the corner. Mr.. BOwseI
{ rose up like buffalo bull about tC
t make his last charge, and he was al
the gate as they halted.
: "Old junk Umbrellas t mend
2 Fix your pansl Fresh popcorn T.
). shouted the four at him as they
}. waved their arms about.
Mrs Bowser threw up the window
= to call out, but she was too late. Mr.
Bowser had sailed in. He upset
: junk cart and dealer, he overturned
y popcorn cart and dealer, he flleC
L the air with old umbrellas and tin
i ker tools, and 1t was Spion Kop ovel
again, with Mr.. Bowser in place o.
l the Beers. He met the enemy, anC
e they were his, and in FIVE minutes
he was in possession Of the field o.
Il battle. He was eheered by tn,