The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-06-22
SPARKS



Down on Brokers Row,
But when you go broke they think you're
joke.
Down on Brokers' Row.
They boost or knock the price of a stock
Down on Brokers Row
Go long or short. you're only sport,
Down on Brokers' Row.
They've nothing TO give and they have TO
Down on Brokers Row.
They're quick as a wink to take a drink,
Down on Brokers Row
They'll swallow your booze as much as
YOU choose,
Down on Brokers Row,
But when You say Buy they turn and
Down on Brokers' Row.
They frame up pools to rope in fools.
Down on Brokers Row.
They'll let you in. but you seldom win,
Down on Brokers Row
You may start off fast but they eaten
Down on Brokers Row.
Robert Fitzsimmons stopped
threatened fire panic in Chicago last
Tuesday by promising to punch any
one who tried TO pass him. His atti-
tude caused the frightened people to
believe there might be worse fates
that death by fire.
The presence of a number of base
ball fans in a given locality does not
tend to make the atmosphere in that
neighborhood cooler
We note that B. H. Roberts has
shaved off his mustache and looks
more like the father Of his country
than ever.
1t viii now be in order for Mr..
Ames, the pitcher, to alIege that some
one dOped him before the contest. thus
making it impossible for him to land
with his famous right hook.
Here it is we'll along toward summer
and nothing doing in the way of a
water shortage" for this year. Some
body must have forgotten about it.
The question is: Do we take an
outing this summer or buy a few more
sticks we need in the way of furni-
ture?
A strong arm, unaided, is a mighty
poor thing TO travel on
Pittsburg Phil played the races.
AND PLAYED them good and strong
Joe Jefferson played rip Van
Full many year and long;
Paderewsk played the piano,
And played it very well;
Pop Arson he played baseball,
But Bristow. he's played h.
Bill was '1it to the eyes" so to
speak, and he was mournfully calling
up his dead youth for the benefit of his
old friend Jim, but Salt Lakes Mister
DOOley. leaning across his bar, listened
in a disinterested way to BilPs words,
being more occupied with some mental
calculations having to dc with profits
in the retail liquor business Bits
voice went on telling Of a fair young
girl who had given him her heart when
life was all sunshine for both of
them. But. it appears, she had faded
with the flowers one bitter autumn
and passed away. If she had lived,
trickled down his face, the speaker
would have been a better man. He
would not have been a gambler; no,
never; not a sport; not a booze fight
er, but would have been useful, moral
citizen. Jim gathered in a general
way, giving a small portion of one Of
his ears to Bill, that Bill was talking
about some woman, but Jim was not
following Bilrs narrative with any de-
gree Of clOseness. But, BilPs broken
tones went on 70 state, she died and
with her death persisted all that was
best of him. He could not forget her
and so he formed an alliance with the
demon rum that had continued I'M
interrupted to the present time If
she had lived, said Bill, pathetically,
now inherent Ills lie might nave pSen.
she was his joy, his hope, his present,
and all the future for him, but she
had gone and left him alone and his
life had been a wasted one All If
she had only lived Here Bills emo
ton became too strong and he paused.
"Ah. Wis" said Jimmy. awaking
from his musing when Bills voice
ceased Was she a white woman,
BiH?"
That was the night Jimmy's long
mirror was cracked and all the chairs
in the place broken.
wealthy New Yorker gave his bar
Der S1,400 tip the other day. This is
not likely to become a universal Gus
tom.
It is said that there is no more big
game in New York state. We are
asked to believe the same of Salt Lake.
but we know better.