Weekly Arizona journal-miner., 1904-11-30
AN OBITUARY
 OF OTHER DAYS
Journalistic Tribute to
 One of the Boys.
Characteristic Sentiment FeeIingIy and CrudeIy Expressed When a 'GOCG 'Un" Passed in His Checks in the Days of Long Ago.

1 The following obituary, according to Capt. Jack Crawford, was written
 by western journalist over thirty years ago, when perhaps it was enjoyed by those in the mining camps. But it should not be taken as the way in
 which the people of the west look at
 such matters now.
 Some of the scintillations from the
 prolific brain of the border editor,
 when he ''gets a good move on him self" are exceedingly brilliant, though
 clothed in the toughest orthographical garb. What could be more slangily
 pathetic than the following written
 by an Arizona editor on the death of a highly esteemed. gambler:
 "Again has the death angle made a
 play in our camp. He swooped down last night land immediately lit out again, bearing the immortal spirit of as square a man as ever turned a card or coppered bet.
 "Jim Evans was one of nature S no-
 blemen, and we feel that nothing can ever stake us again after such a great loss. In the game of life he always played his bets wide open, and if the cards run agin him he never beefed. He just took things as they came, and now that he has been compelled to jump the game, our hearts are sore and our tears spatter in mournfuI uni son on the bar as we stand and drink silently to his memory.
 "Jim's manhood and true nobility of soul cropped out in his every act He would never pick up a tenderfoot and play him for sucker and pull his leg for all his dust, but would take him in hand and teach him how to act at bar and how to play at the differ ent games, and do all he could to ele- vate him and make man of him. 1t seemed to be his constant aim to get hold of the innocent and unexperienc- ed, and by his wise teachings and careful training make them nobler and better. After Jim had taken hold of tenderfoot who had awlays drank cocktails and other fancy drinks, and had trained him for awhile, the look of real pleasure and proud satis- faction which would light down and camp on his face when he would see his pupil walk up to the bar and call for straight whiskey, must have drawn forth hearty applause from the angels up yonder. But now he is gone!
 "Death loves a shining mark, and she hit dandy when she turned loose on Jim. He never played short card | nor overlooked fact that is recorded i on the unsullIed pages of the Book of | Life above. He was sqaure and open | in all his dealings, and never weaken ed on bluff as long as he had chip | to back it up.
 "Our camp is in mourning today, | the sombre embIems of death being | displayed on every hand. All is black | and gloomy, and nearly all the boys i drink black port wine in honor of his 
 "Alas, poor Jim! But why should we mourn, for he is happy now. Away lp beyond yonder shining, star-stud- led battIements of glory Jim is standing today with his brooches in his boots, listening to the music and .rying to catch on to the points of he game. We lost and heaven took town the bet, and why should we lick? If the cards run agin us, it sn't on account of any funny busi- less of the dealers.
 "Dear Jim, thou art gone from our : midst
 Good bye, old boy, and may your ast sleep be as quiet and peaceful as he monday snooze of babe. And , vhen the last horn shakes up the , ,arthly echoes and Gabriel calls court ID above, may yOu go through the ross examination without making lad break. Requi scat in peace."