The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1911-05-02
"Say, kin a felIer go inn"

Say, KIN uetier go IN
1t was a gamin of inquisitive
age standing at the entrance of the
new depot last night peering wist-
fully inside while grown-ups were
crowding through the doorway.
Come on" said Q citizen and
he grabbed the youngster by the
shoulders and pushed him ahead
as he entered.
Gee, it's Jim dandy, amt it?'
suggested the lad who said his
name was Sam. If he ever was
christened at all It was probably
Samuel, but Sam it was for the
kid.
The speaking was already on
and Sam" after taking In the
ceiling, which was about all he
could see owing to his diminutive
stature, finally caught a glimpse
through the crowd of the orator.
Who's de guy peddlin' de
bull?" queried the juvenile, all
unmindful of the dignities of the
occasion.
That's President Elliott, head
of the railroad" said the citizen,
who had stuck to Sam and was
enjoying his comments on the new
depot and the big "doin's."
Is this all there's goin' ter
be?" questioned the youngster.
There's some cars to see down
on the tracks," suggested the in
formant Of Sam and Sam was for
the cars. Taking an interest In
the kid the citizen went, along
down to where the Shasta and
Oriental and North Coast limited
trains shone In blaze of glory on
the tracks and the boy was put
aboard.
1t was something new to him.
He never had been in sleeping
car he said and Sam thought they
were "all right"
The conductor passed through
and Sam eyed him carefully.
"Wot's he do?" he said.
That's the conductor.
Gee, I wisht I was him."
"Guy Wot Skinned Fawcett."
Back into the room where the
crowd was listening to the speak
ing and Sans alert optics dis
cerned a new speaker. He was
informed 1t was the mayor.
'Is dat Seymour; he's de guy
wot skinned Fawcett, amt he?"
The Juvenile shifted uneasily
while the oratory went on and
studied the ceiling. He seemed
to be looking for something that
he had not seen.
"Ain't there goin' ter be any
thing to eat?" he finally asked.
Don't see anything" said his
informant.
"Er kid tole me they was goin'
ter be big feed after the speak
In"
"Oh. he meant the banquet;
that's tomorrow night at the Com
mercial club"
"Kin a felIer go there?"
Guess not, that is for Elliott
and the mayor and the big tel
lows"
Sam looked discouraged. He
thought a moment then suddenly
as If shot from a gun he ejaculat-
ed: 81 gotta go."
And he wriggled his thin little
body out around the legs or the
citizens and was lost.
Somewhere In Tacoma there Is
a little fellow named Sam who
will today be telling his chums of
the cars with beds in 'em'' and
of the crowd and the glitter and
in Tacoma there is a
little fellow who cannot under
stand why where there is a big
feed being cooked, why a guy"
cant 60.
But the depot celebration was
a feature for little Sam as 1t was
for thousands of other people who
went into the great open doorway
last night and saw the institution
Tacoma has waited for score of
years, dedicated.
The program was carried out
with Elliott, Mayor Seymour, D.
I. Cornell, Governor Hay, f. VI,
Brown and G. B. Hurley as the
orators. The building was jam
med. The stairways, the bal
comics, the sidewalk and every.t
thing about the place was crowd
ed.
1t was monster dem0nstra-.
tion, grand expression of salts
faction that the day of the old
cattle shed depot has departed and
a fine testimonial of the people
showing appreciation for incidents
marking the progress of the city.
The speaking was like the drip
ping OF water over bluff into
the ocean while the sea was roar
Ing under the wind. The crowd
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