Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-11-08

pinkish haired young man in correct hunting costume. sauntered over to the fire to light 6 cigarette and re- marked carelessly to Bud:
 Nice night!'
 Why, yes," said Bud, "as nice as any night could be that ain't received the Broadway stamp of approval.
 ''How did know he was from New York? Well, figured it out as soon as he sprung those two words on me- was in New York myself a couple of years ago. and l noticed some of the earmarks and hoof tracks of the Ran cho Manhattan"
 "Found New York rather different from the Panhandle. didn't you, Bud?" asked one of the hunters.
 Cant say that did," answered Bud. Anyways. not more than some. The main trail in that town, which they call Broadway, is plenty travelled, but they're about the same brand of bipeds that tramp around in Chey- enne and Amarillo. At first was sort of rattled by the crowds, but soon says to myself, Here, now. Bud; they're just plain folks like you and Geronimo and Grover Cleveland and the Watson boys, so don't get all fustered up with consternation under your saddle blanket and then feels calm and peaceful, like was back in the nation again at a ghost dance or green corn powwow.
 "I'd been saving up for year to give this New York whirl. knew man named Summers that lived there. but l couldn't find him, so I played lone hand at enjoying the intoxicating pleas ures of the corn fed metropolis.
 "For awhile I was so frivolous and locoed by the electric lights and the noises of the photographs and the sec ond story railroads that forgot one of the crying needs of my western system of natural requirements. never was no hand to deny myself the pleasures of sociable vocal intercourse with friends and strangers. Out in the terri tories when meet a man I never saw before, inside of nine minutes know his income, religion, size of collar and his wife's temper and how much he pays for clothes. alimony and chewing tobacco. It's gift with me not to be penurious with my conversation. 'But this here New York was inau. gurated on the idea of ahstemiousness in regard to the parts of speech. At the end of three weeks nobody in the city had fired even blank syllable in my direction except the waiter in the grub emporium where fed And as his out pourings of syntax wasn't nothing but plagiarisms from the bill of fare, he never satisfied my yearnings, which was to have somebody hit If stood next to man at bar he'd edge off and give Baldwin-Ziegler look as if he suspected me of having the north pole concealed on my person. began to wish that I'd gone to Abilene or Waco for my pascado, for the mayor of them places will drink with you. and the first citizen you meet will tell you his middle name and ask you to take 6 chance in raffle for n music box.
 Well. one day when was particu. lar hankering for to be gregariOus with something more loqnacious than lamp post fellow in caffy says to me, says he:
 "'Nice dayv
 "He was kind of manager of the place. and reckon he'd seen me in there good many times. He had a face like a fish and an eye like Judas. but got up and put one arm around his neck.
 "'Pardner.' says, sure it's Q nice day. You're the first gentleman in all New York to observe that the intrica- cies of human speech might not be al. together wasted on William Kings bury. But don't you think says I. that twas little cool early in the