The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-07-14

Time-Ten o'clock yesterday.
Place-Vacant lot, Tenth and Robert
streets.
Dramatis Personae-Three small boys.
First Boy-Let's play niger baby
Second Boy-All right. That's bully.
Who'll be the niger to be throwed at?
I got ball.
Third Boy (speculatively)-W hat'u you
fellows give me when I git hit?
Second Boy-My ball, If it hurts
First Boy-And got three cents for Ice
cream from de dago.
Third Boy-But you fellows mustn't
throw hard.
First and Second Boy-Naw, we won't
throw hard but you mustn't dodge much.
Third boy looks dubious a few moments
and finally walks twenty feet away, TAX
ing UP position facing his companions.
Boy, owner OF the ball. takes 1t out of his
pocket and says: Ready! Now. here L
goes, the first punk
the third boys valor was greater than
his discretion, and the ball struck him
squarely on the nose, making him soueaI
and causing blood to flow freely
f1naie-Ffrst and second boy run aWav.
leaving Valorous companion crying and
w1ping his bleeding nose on his Jacket
sleeve
Note-The boy who was ''nigger to be
'hro"eo at got the ball.
John Henderson, the comedian Of III,
boston Lyric Opera company. which 10
playing an engagement in this CITY has a
natural aptitude for keen and tel1ing
repartee. iiis
He was lunching at Bicyclists' Rest
one afternoon last summer after doine
one-naH or a twenty-mile spin On his
wheel lie was shortly Joined at the
flelfN
men, who' after a time, discovered the
comedians identity
turning toward him one of the Marty
SAID; Mr.. Henderson, don't Won feaI
rather out of place in such grave an5
Sole ln,. cempany-the wearers of fbo
oh, no." answered the comedian az
iels." " oen Oh Dan
AT the real estate mems luncheon yes
seroay at the Merchants hotel, Vice Pres
aent w. Z. Read told the following az
pefience with German cfient in Franz
tort, Ind, for whom he had maid tax-oe e..
number of years on lot, the exact To-
cation of which Mr.. Read had not ta1[e,
Tue trouble to learn. Recently the Hi
nous man wrote Mr.. Read that he was
urea OF paying taxes on the pronert1, or,5
closed his letter with this mild bInff
e1Se afraid to make me a offer on dot
ioI NO matter what he cost me I want
70 70 SER NM How much you give-don't
Hans Weisinger.
10 which Mr.. Read replied, without in
specttng the property:
No nonresident can bluff me when ba
IIVes as lar away as you do / win give
you $lOO for Your lot.
ana about as soon as the mail couId
bring 1t came this from Weisinger.
fouse the braHest man 7 don't know
You out to go fight nit the Beers T6"t
Is alright The joke is on YOU FOR I,o,, oct
dot d--n lot. Send n deed quick sien7 II
Mr.. Read said he had not vet fo,,nd
courage to go out and view his new pos
session.
The perverseness of things material
frequently remarked, especially when a
coifar button rolls under the bureau was
Illustrated at the fire at South Park YES
terday A dismantIed locomotive cab
evidently relic of one of the roads fires
engines, stood in the sand within twenty
feet OF the flaming site of what had onca
been a shop building The canvas. Torn
from It's caves hung in flaps, to temnt
the tongues OF fame But nary a catch
But when 1t came 70 absorbing brick ms
chine shops. and the like. the fan,es rec
egnized no such salamanderI:ke 1aunfs
M cab is no doubt there vet.
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