The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-09-24
TALK OF THE TOWN.

very Few people know travelling men as
they are. Among the few that DO know
them are the hotel clerks of large cities.
for they have dealings with them every
day IN the week, and these same deal
ings, outside Of those of a business
nature, are always of the pleasing kind.
The travelling man, whether he be a
railroader OF clothing salesman or an
agent for candy factory or the like,
always makes 1t a point to find a good
''hostefry'' to spend his Sunday. AS a
natural consequence many nomads of the
rail- are in the city of ST. Paul Saturday
and Sunday. st. Paul may not be the
best town in the world for the hotels,
but the travelling man thinks they are
all right after he has been travelling all
over the small towns of the Northwest
In some places the accommodations are
abominable
Funny things happen here sometimes -
said clerk in local hotel 81 remem-
Der fair week an old man came rushing
in here. He had chin whiskers- bah
whiskers-and the very sight of him made
me laugh. Those whislzers were straw
colored. Well, he yelled out like mad:
Where's my hat?'
Il thought he was crazy and I was
busy and so 1 told him to go chase him
self. Then he sauntered over to the cen
lcl VI UIlc IOUDy anu looked QOn6S1ck-
We commenced to laugh. He was so
funny. When he talked he pronounced
his words in three stories and we could
almost see the inside of his stomach
Well, he came back again and asked:
Have yer seen my hat? Yer see,
pardner. twas this way. 1 was grooming
daown on Their train this AFTERNOON and
between Shak'pee and Merr'm Junction
and my hat blew off. Wall, 1 been tell
in everybody Fong the line to send it t.
this hotel. Hast arr owe yit?'
when did your train get in?'
"Jist naow' y
J. Q. Goodsell, travelling passenger
agent for the Union Pacific, who recently
established headquarters in st. Paul, was
III with the boys last nig hit and told the
following story:
ST was down in Payson. Utah, some
time ago and stopping at the Payson
hotel Billy Ridd, of the Rio Grande
Western, and Prince Cushing, of the
Denver & Rio Grande, and A. Mccarthy
were also there. Well, we were talking
about anything and everything. First
golf, then lawn tennis, then poi les, bu j.
ness, menus, drinks, girls and ether sub
jects. The talk finally drifted around to
baseball, and that being the national
game we all became enthusiastic.
when we were IN the heat of tie 6is-
cussion an old COW puncher or mule skin
ner or ranchman, or whatever you choose
to call him, joined US. He was dressed
in khaki. Maybe ne had been q soldier
recently.
Baseball, he said, don't talk to mo
about baseball. / hate the game A couple
of years ago I went daown 20 see my
friend. Billy Saunders. Wall, he warn
thar, only his wife, so moseys over ter
whar she says the game whar The
grounds whar all cooped up. Vel, I gifts
inside and thar l secs a great big square.
Thar was one corn'r here and one oyer
thar and another thar and another thar.
And thar was a big fat lummiX in the
center and another back of Their man
what held the stick, an he was all stuff
fed up. Wall, there was a chalk mark
all aroun the whole grounds, and 1 got
on one of these marks to see Their game.
I wasn't in nobody's road. Perty soon
that fat lummix threw the ball. The
man with the stick hit it all right, but
the ball didn't go straight. 1t went
straight fer me, an hit me above thu
heart [ thought 1 was dying. I guess /
was A man lifted my arms UP an daown
an it helped some, but O! it war orful.
An every oil shypoke was er looking at
me.
Wall, they TUX me home, an three
| weeks arter a doctor had ter scrape
| suthing off my ribs.
Boys, I don't mind if my kid wants
| ter be a sport. That's all right. He kin.
Eff my kid wants to set up in business, all
| right. I'll buy him a roulette table an
| whoop er along. But God help him If Re
! should ever take a notion ter play base
| ball. That's whar I stand.
! Three corks had popped and as many
| glasses were filed when the man at tfs
| left broke in: ST was at a hotel in tho
southern part of the state last weei
| where the laws are rather lax, and 6
man with hankering for little quiet
| game can be accommodated with little
trouble Color is not barred, and tht
black is given just as much show as his
white brother. If he has the coin.
when 1 registered and settled dowr
for the evening a dice game was II
progress, the principals in which were {
! white man and negro of evident sport
/ i've proclivities He had possibly 81, an{
If was not long before this amount VIA!
| In the pockets of his white opponent
This, from his manner of introducing
pair of horses In the game, did no
! in any way surprise me- but the CONVEX
| sation that ensued at the close was wha
capped the climax.
a. acsox, ,,;ereo,. ram r1xad the white Il1an