Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1911-10-04
Stories Of CurbStOne and
Corridor

sion is probably due to the drubbing
administered by the Manadan papers
and the editors of the aforementioned
twelve per cent interest charges. It
is the disposition of the C. & C. man
to apologize when there seems no
chance to run, and he stood stead
lastly to this policy and is ready to
defend it with his life and with the
lives of all his distant relatives. 1t
has been suggested that even hum
BILE caterpillar will turn when tread
upon, if there is enough left of him
to wiggle. In an unguarded moment
the C. & G. man made a definite, I'm.
qualified statement in this column con-
trary to the policy of the upper. He
intimated that Mercer county had no
publication known as the Mercer Mir
ror, and insinuated that the good citi-
zens of that county powdered their
faces and combed their hair by the
reflection in the water pools. The
statement was made that there was
no Mercer Mirror. This publication
was followed by hallenge from one
J. Frank Stephens of Stanton, who
claimed to be the editor, publisher,
lessee and proprietor of the sheet.
Then followed an apology so abject
and incringing that it put the c. & C.
man in cheese cloth and cigarette |
stubs for week. 1t was thought the
matter was settled and the C. & c.
man had again taken the main high
ways in his travels, when again comes
the same J. Frank Stephens demand
ing further CONCESSIONS His VEN
geance is not yet glutted, his anger
goes unappeased and he would walloW
in gore and other bloody stuff. Now,
then, know all men by these presents,
and other offerings, that apologies
are at an end. The alleged editor of
the Mercer Mirror is defied, and his
threats are hurled back into his false
teeth The worm has turned and
pationetly awaits the onslaught. Sic
Semper Tyrannus, E Pluribus Unum.
and forth and so on. :
1t seems strange how a little thing .
will sometimes start riot. To illus. =
trate, as the professor would say =
last night in the exposition theatre
a man appeared in the balancing act
He balanced an unfolded newspaper '
on his nose. The sheet was a large -
one and as it stood on its edge some q
one suggested that it was copy Of =
the Tribune. Or, no." declared !,
Mandan visitor, It maintains too
much consistency" Everybody laugh
ed, for the reto't was bright and a
l4I -
the applause it received. Next the -
performer balanced a cigarette paper :,
on his nose, a most difficult feat, anil -
when it was suggested that this was !,
a copy of Mandan newspaper
riot was threatened.
- -
Il see you borrow most of your 20
etry," said constant reader, who 7.
operates dray line, you might i'm
prove your stuff and add sub scrip E,
tons to your paper if you would u~e
an original poem now and then" and i
in a burst of confidence he exclaimed: 5
up" 1t is probably the truth and
the =. Il c. man was bordering the
subject when the man with the big:
express wagon handed over the fol- E
lowing:
"The melancholy days are here.
The leaves begin to fall
And yet there comes sense of cheer
To compensate for all
The fragrant blossoms that must die u
And pleasures that are lost, II
The hot wave season has gone by, Y
They're now predicting frost" y
One of the walters in local re- :,
taurant who spends his summers herd ~
ing cattle and generally teaches a :,
singing school in winter, this morn
ing had crouch. II see drummers' -
day at the exposition is Saturday, n
October IA. Of course there are y
some swell travelling men and as a 8
general thing like the gentry, but v
like box of eggs or a basket of +
peaches, there is bad one here and II
there. Now what l am getting at is, r
a duffer l happen to know who is e
trying to put us on the bum and l a
have prepared little rhyme to be t
read on Travelling Mems Day for his il
benefit. Do you think it will go?"
And he handed in the following scrib- 4
bled on the back of a menu card:
His steak was cold, his coffee pale.
When finally he ate.
The rolls he got were slightly stale,
The napkin out of date:
His hat was lost in parts unknown;
There was shabby rip
In the umbrella not his own.
He never gave tip.
The porter never saw the bag
He carried to the train
His pillow was a fattened rag,
His birth a couch of pain.
But, still with satisfaction glum,
He held out through the trip
In solitary martyrdom
And never gave a tip.
DOWN FROM WILTON. ,
Editor G. w. Stewart of the Wilton
News was an arrival in the EXPOSE {
ton CITY Tuesday evening He went | ,