Albuquerque daily citizen. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1895-1903, 1902-11-26
THEY LIVE IN TENTS.
The Curiosity Of a Citizen Reporter
Discovered a Funny Man.
NOTICE TO INQUlalAG CALLERS.

IN tne SANDY lOt at the corner OF
Railroad avenue and North Walter
street stands two small white tents.
There is nothing mysterious about this
little white city, yet the quietness
which surrounds them arouses the
passer-by.
The ever present prying qualities of
a Citizen reporter almost got him into
trouble yesterday, when his curiosity
was excited by the painful quietness
of the tents. AS nothing was stirring
on the outside he walked boldly up to
the first tent, united the flap string
and thrust his eager head within.
well, what do you want?" said a
stylishly dressed young man seated
in a comfortable rocker, with his feet
perched in the air.
Forgetting his title, the reporter re-
piled Want? | want to know who
is who and what"
A scowl came over the young mans
face and he said: Il suppose you are
another"
Thinking that something was wrong
in his attic, the reporter was just about
to retreat, when the young man turned
quickly and pointed to a notice pinned
lon the tent flap which was something
like this:
In order to facilitate all inquiries
regarding our presence in this most
wonderful land, and to save ourselves
from wasting our breath, as we may
have use for it in future years, we
hereby put up the following notice for
the benefit of all persons inclined to
know III past life, where we come
from, who we are, ETC., and so forth,
only asking in return that they leave
us alone after reading this, if they
don't want to take chances of being
| either stared to death with sharp and
piercing looks or have a piece taken
out Of their anatomy by the dog. Yours
truly, BLANK G. SPACE.
1. My name is Space.
O.. Am n'teen years old.
g.. Have no money.
4. Am supported by the Union of
Hoboes.
5. Am In for three years.
6. The tent is mine and all paid for.
z. So is the dog.
g.. Also my furniture, except the
most of it.
Q. Don't cook in my tent.
10. Pay board in advance. If in
doubt trust me.
II. This is the yesterday reserva-
ton.
IL. There is no room for any more
tents.
10. The coal Is paid for.
IA. l don't burn wood.
Is. It is very cold at night.
16. Servants are all out.
II. My automobile is coming.
IS. Keep an eye on the dog.
10. Yes; am in love with the town.
20. The dog has teeth.
eff there are any more questions to
be answered. please call on the mayor,
as l am deaf and dumb"
The reporters quick eye again
wandered beseachingly to the heart
less young man. But his look was far
away, and no doubt he was in a trance.
The dogs watchful eye was fastened
upon the hopeless newspaper man,
who in all his experience had never
been at a loss for a question, but now
failure stared him in the face. Taking
the interior of the ten in with a
glance he backed out with both eyes
on the dog. Leaving the tent in rec
ord time he quickly covered the space
between the tent and the fence and
breathed a sigh of relief.
The interior of the cool reception
tent was neatly arranged and very
tidy. A cozy little stove occupied the
end, around 1t were chairs, a writing
desk covered with papers and books,
and a small couch covered with heavy
blankets.
The victim of the curious public was
taking it easy in a large rocking chair,
relieved of the burden of answering
trying questions.