The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-02-15
HoME-spUN YARNS.

The latest story On Evangelist oliver is
being handed around by the man oH the
curb Ii appears that one night as the
evangelist was returning 10 his room
downtown. after delivering one Of is red
hot talks against the police fOs~e and
government of Salt Lake City generally,
he encountered Officer EddinstQn hauling
along a sllver-touEued individual y no na1
been piio,ing the schooner over the bar
and gazing on the mug when IL was
frOuhy. The individual was distinctly
abusive, so in order not TO oIend the
ears OF Suile-ess pedestrians. every tine
The nigh private IN tae BOOzelcers would
proceed 10 rap out naughty idiom,
EddlngtOn would give him shake CdlCu-
lated 10 jar his yertebrae loose.
OhVer arrived on the scene just as
EddingtOn was shaking the drunk ike
terrier 41teT a particularly abusive TRADE
said;
Here have you read the gosDels?~
Yep. ensw cred the blUe-eyed patrol
man.
Then you know that you ought not 10
III treat your fellow man.
EddingtOn mildly proceeded to take
stock OF the evangelist, and then quietly
inquired: Are you bit OF scholar!
DIVERS blush is said 10 have put out q
nearby arc light as he pleaded guilty TO
the soft Impeachment
have you read the instructions to pa
trOlmen2 answered the officer 5 he rung
No"
An, Well just you read them through
ana then wen have some further talk
DR.. ID. Moore Lindsay was collecting
funds for what he considered a good pUr-
pose. IN his rounds he called upon
very good friend
Tom ne said. you are one of the
very few who never fail when called
upon TO aid old ireland. l am collecting
funds TO help the widows and orphans of
the Irish soldiers who have already fallen
IN this war with the bloody Beers, and.
Tom: l come to you for good subscrip-
ton"
We'll. my good friend. you'll get not
one red cent. Let England take care of
the widows and orphans of the men
butchered in her unhOly war on the
Beers; that is her duty. not mine. Do
YOU see tilat? he said pointing 10 a SO
draft on his desk well, that is going
to the Beers 10 help them in their fight
Tor liberty, and L have authorized the
committee TO draw on me for ike
amount every month as long as hOstilities
last My contributions go with my sym
pathies-"
This is a tale of Jailer Sol KimbaIrs
fighting rooster. and Uncle Sol" tells it
himself He had the finest lot of fighting
cocks the intermOuntain region had ever
produced. They had killed of everything
from Logan TO st. George. and had diDlO-
mas and pedigTees enough TO fill a trunk.
Uncle sol" set off for Arizona, never for
a moment thinking otherwise than than
he and mis- feathered tribe would startle
the natives. But there came on a success
sion of WaterloOs that kept Sol digging
graves and made the diplomas look like a
combination of BOston-De Lamar stock
certificates and 30-cent pieces. Only one
of the family remained to tell of the in
glorious deaths melted out to his brothers.
and Sol grew desperate. His one remain
ing cock had been challenged. Show the
white feather? Never. At the last mo-
ment he was inspired. Necessity being
the mother Of invention. he headed noun
talnWard and returned with d young
eagle. 1t took but a few minutes to am
putate his tail feathers and a piece of his
beak, glue on a couple of deceptive wings
and paint him the color of the bird
sc9eduled to enter the pit. The time
came. Seth Smiths big game staIked>
back and forth and crowcd Justify as his
owner dropped MIN over the side Of the
enclosure. and the next moment Sol threw
his contestant in. The game spied his
C0mOatant at once and made a pass at
him. Il was the last. There was a brief
struggle mass of feathers flied the air
and when the mist had cleared away it
found SOILS bird with the others head in
one claw, a leg IN the other, and eating
the remains quietly. piece by piece