Bisbee daily review., 1906-06-21
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THAT PICNIC.
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l started to the Eagles picnic, but l reyer got there. We started before breakfast and we did not get along aS Iast as we expected to. There were several newspaper men on board. the weight of brains, or rather gall, might account for the fact that the engine got hot box out near the tunnel and Ye had to use up all the ice crean, in the train cooling her off
 I asked the conductor to give me back my money but he ignored my heartfelt solicitation. "
 got so hungry that Mrs. Riley gave me a newspaper which devour. ed by the aid of a little butter.
 Later on I became slightly nau- seated from dire hunger and the onl, thing that would stick on my digestion was sheet of tanglefoot which Mrs Mullin had thoughtfulfy brought along to arrest the operations of the Omni present picnic ants.
 About five miles out a young man who tends bar away down on e. passed a quart bottle. After 1t had gore round, he tipped off the few re remaining drops of amber enthusiasm Jrst them some tenderfoot "hollered' "tbere goes jack rabbit" Just watch me fix'm" remarked the man with the empty bottle, and he fired the bottle through the window in the direction of the fleeing bird without plumage. Just then he discovered that he had overlooked a bet, for the window was down.
 The bottle made a hole about the size of Col. Kosterlitskys hat and about the shape of the plans of Fort ress Monroe. The conscience-stricken youth started after the conductor to settle the damages, but got lost in the whirl which saved us about $3.50 for otter purposes.
 But the worst was yet 10 come. Our Lucerne widder did not splice on a: Osborn, as expected, and had 10 pass my time playing with the babies while every other chump there had a lady. When I stood upon the platform at Naco. warty old maid with a hollyhock garden on her hat, made goo goo eyes at me and I jumped off The train was already in motion and the result to my pants could hardly have been worse.
 After l had lost my train and spoiled my clothes, she wouldn't speak t" me. I found out later that she was smiling at 8 hop eater over my shoulder and not at me at all. I went down town in Naco determined to com nit suicide. The tribulations of Leander were rot a patching. I went o"er to Frank Abrams and bought 15 cents worth of poison, but il did not have the desired effect, and in a few minutes l had forgotten all my trou bles.
 Over there I found that the Naco Budget had evaporated and Brer Buck had sought more distant and verdant fields. I found Doc Brandon, and c. C. Barry and Uncle Bob Frazier and Knotty Wilson and Old Timer Ellis and Tip Stanford and all the old guard still doing business at the same old joint. Uncle Billy Plaster also was in evidence. Uncle Billy has been complimented so much of late on his youthful appearance, that he has sent in note to the Heart and Hand.
 Relations on the line at Naco are practically the same, as the people are well acquainted with each other and going along as of yore. It was as- certained that the Cananea movement was essentially an anti-Gringo affair under the guise of labor movement. The incident. as between Americans and the better class of Meyicans has