Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1900-07-05

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Don't give my any impudence!"
shouted Mr. Bowser. you may be IL
censed to cart vegetables and fruits
around. but are you licensed to set a
thousand peoples nerves on edge by
your blasted howling?"
I'm licensed to do anything want
to, old kicker" replied the man, land
| if you want to raise a row about it,
come on. You look one of the sort
who'd take the bread out of poor
mans mouth. but if you try it on me
I'll make you sorry"
A crowd OF. children and pedestrians
began to gather, and, realizing that he
would have the worst of it, Mr.. Bow
ser walked into the house. The ped
dler yelled "Cucumbers!" after him,
and the children applauded, and Mrs.
Bowser said:
Don't you see you can't do anything
with such men as that? They are
coming along here from daylight till
dark, and every one yells just like this
man"
But it's against the law, and know
it isl" shouted Mr.. Bowser as he struck
the wall with his fist.
well, there's lots of things against
the law, but you can't change EN-. If
the police permit these peddlers to yell
and scream, 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 peddler
grinned at him and moved on, but it
was scarcely minute before an old
clothes man turned the corner and set
up his yell. He had yelled about Is
times before he reached the Bowscrs
gate, and there he stopped and looted
at tn man on the steps and screamed
out in agonized tones;
"Old clio! Old clio! Cash for old
clo'!".
Move on, you scoundrel!" shouted
Mr.. Bowser as he rose up.
"old clio! Old clio! l buy old clo'
for CASH.
by the beard of Plato, but Ill have
your life If you don't move on" ex-
claimed Bowser, as he clattered down
the steps, with tragedy in either eye.
The old clothes man ran across the
street, but no farther, and from his
new position he shrieked and shouted
and yelled until he had collected
crowd of half a hundred people and
Mr.. Bowser had been forced into the
house.
You see you can't do anything"
said Mrs. Bowser.
But l will do something" he holly
replied. Are all the ordinances of
this city made for the benefit of such
bowling demons as that? Has a tax
payer and property owner no rights?
If there are no laws to protect me,
I'll protect myself"
Out he went again, and he was just
in time to encounter a man who had
turned in from Fourth street yelling:
KNIVES to grind-o! Knives to
grind-o! Bring out your knives to
grind-o."
Mr. Bowser walked down to the gate.
He looked like dangerous man, but
the knife grinder was willing to take
chances if he could make nickel. He
halted his grinder on wheels and ut
tered his yell of "Grind-o!" as If Mr..
Bowser was 40 rods away. He was
still hanging on to the 80" when he
was seized and banged against the
fence, and voice rang in his ears:
You internal nuisance, shut up, or
III break your neck"
The grinder shut up. He looked into
Mr. Bowser's eyes and became afraid.
However, as he was released after a
minute and told to move on his cour-
age returned, and he hadn't got more
than ten feet away before he turned
and said:
you knocka me and banga me, and
TAXA de law on you!"
Mrs. Bowser opened the door and
tried to argue the matter with Mr..
Bowser, but he declared he'd wet his
hands in the lifeblood of the next
nuisance who came along. He didn't
have over ten minutes to wait. A junk
dealer, an umbrella member, tinker
and popcorn man suddenly appeared
in company, and all were yelling to
drown the notes of the band on the
corner. Mr.. Bowser rose up like a
buffalo bull about to make his last
charge, and he was at the gate as they
halted.
"Old junk! Umbrellas t mend! Fix
your pans. Fresh popcorn!" shouted
the four at him as they waved their