The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1908-09-13
Stories of the Streets and Town
.He SULLIVAN JUNGLE

S@S S@SS"
The SULLIVAN JUNGLE
L. A. sampey, Century Fla.
Respectfully dedicated TO the
writer of Stories of Streets and
Town in the Pensacola Journal OF
Sept 9, 1908, describing the famous
''Sullivan's Jungle-")
canto No. I.
Stories of the Street and Town"
By The Journals writer of renown;
In fSuIlivan's Jungle he did dwell,
Told his story, told il well
That he's a linguiSt, there's no doubt,
Or some of that talk would have put
him to roUt;
He carried a note book of voluminous
size;
He had flushed cheeks and bullying
eyes.
Canto No. 2.
He found a lake in that Jungle deep,
And of cat fish he had a peep;
A gentleman cat fish worldly wise,
Slick, greasy, fat, he had no eyes;
The next he found was man and wife,
They were engaged in deadly strife,
PysheTschiginlime for your life,
'Silimignarn" howleJ the doughty
wife.
Canto No. 8.
He saw a thousand things that 1
might mention,
To tell them all is not my intention;
When from the jungle he essayed,
His coat was torn. his trousers frayed;
Down Palafox straight from the woods.
He sailed forth to hunt wet goods,
And down the street to BooZem7s s. store,
The place he visited oft before.
When men up here see things like
that
We say he's seeing through his hat
We call the doctor, that scares the
women.
We gently say, "delirous tremens."
A MARTYR TO LOOKS.
maid with close-fitting bodice.
VOdice,'
But her clothes were so tight
That she got no delight
From the play, though she looked like
godice-
Mulready sat on the top step leading
to the second-story entrance of his
cottage home, as his evening custom
was. His pipe hung loosely from
against the river breeze, and his bald
head resting on the post of the iron
railing. He looked very comfortable
and contented. The young man wear
ing the green sweater, who sat OppO-
site him, looked quite the reverse
What would you do if girl
throwed you down like tnat?" he ask
ed.
Mulready continued to gaze reflect
lively at the popcorn stand on the
other side of the street as he gently
shook his head. Presently he re-
moved his pipe from his mouth and
twinkle came into his blue eyes.
Il misdoubt I'd have made a fool of
meself, Jamesey," he said, 'supposin
was a lad that didn't know no bet
Their, like-yer frind. Havin' the sinse
I have, I'd"
WHAT" asked the young man wear
ing the green sweater, anxiousIy, as
the older man paused
"Havin' the sinse | have" said Null
ready, slowly. I'D rather not commit
meself. Wanst I'd have give yer fTind
me advice like | did with Tone Cas-
sidy, but the best advice is misIeadin
the most o. times. If q man lives to
my age an larnS enough to manage
his own affairs, he's doin' well. so he
is, widout steerin' his neighbors, an
wild a gyuTl mixed into ut You ask
Cassidy if he'd give a thraneen for all
the advice | could turn out bechune
Lady day an Christmas. He's con-
timpt for me, so he has: you've a high
rispict, or We wudn't ask me, an I'd
like to keep UT.
Il guess it don't make any partickler
diffrunce." said the Young man, light
ing a cigarette and assuming a non
chalant air.
Not a taste agreed MuIreadv /
The Cassidy lad come to me July was
a year ago an he was in a peck o !
trouble becus the gyurl he'd took A /
fancy to hadn't took a fancy to him |
How dye know she HASN'T I ask |
ed him.
'''Sure, she doesn't act like ut he /
sis.
You general l sis. that's the
best kind of a sign
'WUd We keep afther herr he sis. /
I'd do that same sis /. I'd NC 1
pay amy attintion TO a small matther /
like that
She acts to me as if she liked /
Nels Peterson sis the lad
I wudn't give the snap o me fin
ger for his chances sis l. IT'S the |
nature of tim to go by conthraTies.
Keep heart in you | sis, an don't |
never take no for an answer
He wint away feelin' betther. but
L wasn't a week before he was back
again wild a face like a fiddle I'm
going TO quit goin' around there he
sis. She's afther tellin' me TO shtop
Desterin' her. I'm trough
q" If that's the way YOU feel I don't
blame YOU ] sis. But what's the
'ayson for ut?
Didn't | tell vou?' he sis.
:" If ut's becauS she tould YOU TO
'htop pestheTin' I'd not say that was /,
raySon.' l sis. I'd take UT for an
invite to pesther some more sis /
Don't you think she names ut7'
lie asks me-
Be of wild We for a chicken-liveref
oon.' | sis. Be a man an brace I'D
o her. Let her see that you are nu. L
yoin' to let her bluff you. Putt YOU
Irm around her an shtop her mout.
yhin she talks like that avic'