The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1902-04-03
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Ii current report is true a certain
young man of this city forgot him
self pretty badly a few days ago and
used some very abusive language at
safe distance over a. telephone, while
talking to ladies. A man who will
do such an outrageous sortof thing
ought not to be allowed to go free
with only an apology.
Dame rumor has it one of our
prominent young men is enjoying
the last days of single blessedness,
that the house is rented, the ring
bought long ago, and the tailor is
just now busily engaged in putting
/ the finishing touches on the clothes,
that he will manage only one more
Masonic party as a single man, and in
the course of a few days an extra
will take his place for few days at
the depot. It's little to early for
congratulations, but it is safe to say
that Lon will be buying the cigars
before the ice finally leaves the
frozen shores of Chequamegan bay.
A common rusty old tin can that
existed way down in the Hoosier
state many years ago did service for
TO: gang of hoboes that found their
| way on the trucks of freight trains.
the blind baggage, and occasionally
when luck was hard over the railroad
/ ties that connected in straight line
one town from another. On one par
| ticuiarly rainy night this onery look !
ing gang was routed by patrolman
from the railroad sheds of one of the
large railroad companies that had
division headquarters, at Valparaiso.
and the paper stated the next morn
ing that they were the worst gang
of toughs that had ever congregated
in Valparaiso. When they APP
peared in the police court the next
morning and were given thirty days
each in the county wood-pile there
was muttering and discomfort of an
unusual kind. But the baliffs looked
4 on, the clerk recorded the judges
sentence, and the weary ''wilhes"
had to 60 to the jug. As the gang
were being pushed from out the
court room one OF the prisoners be-
came unruly, and an officer-one of
those big burly Irishmen who quell a
disturbance usually very quickly
gave a horrible belt with his club at
the offending prisoner, and there
was CONSERVATION as the club came
| down upon the old tin can concealed
beneath one of the weary gentle
mans clothing. A murmur of glee
went up from the motely crowd, as
the offending prisoner smiled upon
his companions, and a shaggy-eyed
looking fellow genially remarked to
the irate officer: "That's Joe Babb. ?,
The officer had only been over from
the land of the Shamrock about eight
weeks, and in his agitation yelled
out: ''Oi don t give a begorra if it
ees, Oil take i'm jest the same.
And out of pure devilishness he took
another bat at the old tin can. "Ho,
no, yelled Dog Pen Mike, he thinks
that blamed old tin can is Joe Babb
well, that's what we will call that
can now. Funny, don't it, that guy S
name is Joe Babb, and SO is the can
do you tumble, my sorreltopped
Irish cop" And the laugh was on
the cop, and without further adoo he
marshalled his gang of hoboes into
their cells, but they did not part
company with the old tin can that
had served oneof their fellows so
well, ard saved him from the brutal.
blow OF the cop. That gangmet oc-i
casionally on the road thereafter,
and there always was a pot gang
party in honor of the time, whenSthe'
can went permanently into service,
and years afterwards the Atlantic
Ocean published an account of how
Joe Babb.the man, and Joe Babb
the can became inseperable com
panies Joe the, can served Joe
the hobo with many a berry morsel,