The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, April 20, 1902, Page 6

THE S UND Jcse Marig Gallgagos y Sa Robert Howard Russell shore feel it's wors sedic’lous spyright, 1902, by idle n- The ¢ cast himself back in the deep armchair and “Pardon_these yere demonstra- he observed: none. That's this amazin’ sensation is beginnin' to gnaw at alk of ‘a painted ship upon that poem per- from that employed compared to set on that 'n HICH 1 this evenin’, son,” you n,’ same a t'other day; painted oc you quotes earnestly All I ever does these times tell you-all »m taverr op s, cuss drink s no moral purpose to sech c'reers.” he old fellow had lured me to his apartments an argument that penny ante i moderation would redound to the his nerves and serve toward hi personal peace. out my black boy an’ some. s of promotion 1 wa you to onderstand,” he ha id, imitating much violence of “that when as my guest you € with me in penny ante you've got to conform to my rooles. Shore! I've an’ every gent who draws a board of mine has done got th An’ these yere I've a partic’lar canteen of the days of humbly runto. that’s made doorin’ Jackson; the enough old My first roole is to confer on gent a hooker of this priceless we-all sets down to play. My oole 1s that after the first drink loses to ky Gen'ral shore dermitage. another onless he straight; he can have com- day redeye by the dipper or but if he hankers to quil him- more Hermitage he’s got to t gets That every the jug e'f about to me. talkative friend after a half hour ante grew tired and threwydown It was then he broke into the ignment of himself. ve witnessed a vast deal of poker I said. The remark I wanted him 1 your experimental. 1" he re- the first concedes as muc “an’ alloodin’ to poker, eces the father of my black boy colored man ngled a game. No, he ain’t playin’ none se'f bein’ played for. Whic! role is the me as the boae He's bejn’ struggled over Which I is a. tz he's at darkey the dog fight in strenuous, while passively impar- tial himse'f. You don’t savey? This the old, days when your troo- hern gent p'rades his foe at ten drinks peach an’' honey an’ plays poker two-call-five in niggers. It's durin’ i épock when I'm on the Grand from St. Looey to Noo Orleans. passel of planters engages t poker in the smokin’ room in, an’ bein’ some a-thirs:, black boy who's behind the char’s of the I'm figgerin' I'll sarkeep for a cobbler. “You boy! I says, pintin’ at him with finger, for a lazy nigger requires a of identification that a-way if he al- to put him to work. ‘do you-all belong with plumt yere born paces y seemin oneasily n' planters. to the nd him s m lows You boy this yere boat? No sah,’ he replies, a heap plite an’ ¥: ‘no sah, I don’t belong with you're goin v 1 says » boat.” Whoever does you appertain to then? ks: “Why. in’, ‘I jes don’t rightly know, sah. D’ title to me it looks like, sah, is mighty To Liberate Two Prisongrs. Two ber i the audien cach having the wrists bound by a (A). Then another cord two yards ts, connecting the two prisoners (k) . .e task is to liberate the prisoners with- opening the knots or removing the ds around the wrists. This is not so difficuit—if you know how, The prisoner, who wants to liberate himse! shoves the cord that connects him with the other prisoner (B), with the help of the ball of the right hand, so high that the ring and little finger of the left hand n grab it and put it over the ring fin- ger of the right hand. Then the right finger puts it over the left hand, and a short pull will liberate the prisoner sah,’ he says, bowin an’ scrap- in this cave the performer | , are carefully | is placed over the odrds binding the lizar. ambiguous. Fust, I b’long to Marse Stal ar; an’ then I'm d' propurty of Marse Peters, who obtains me with a spade flush, sah. Jest at present I'm a element, sah, in dish yere jackpot; an’ d’ problem of whose 1 is will sort o’ be in @' air, sah, from now ontil @’ hand’s been done plaved out.’ “The aplomb wherewith he lays bar’ the oncertainties of ownership makes a pleasant impression on me. lins over t over. makes up my mind, gets into the speculation then ragin’, an’ by fourth drink time that evenin’ I rakes in that colored boy on a five-full. An' I shore tains him. Yes, son; he's the father of ¢ black Tom. Which, ondoubted, is the why that owdacious Tom takes them liberties with me. “Do you bélieve in slavery? “No,” he g son 1 asked. a bad game retorted plumb through, slavery is. It ain't so bad for the blacks as for the whites. It's too late to talk very now; it's what Colonel Sterett calls in that Coyote pa- per of his a ‘dead issue.’ But layin” aside the moral question, thar's no money in slavery; never is. W Beca ver to hire folks than ewn ‘e eakin’ of- very, I'm in Washin’- ton when Mr. Lincoln promulgates his Freedom proclamation; she’ shore a jo-darter of a play. No, I don'{ stay long in Washin'ton. T goes on business. I'm never thar since, for I sort o’ gets a notion again the town “Which my aversion is doo mainly ta the thoughtless an’' ill-advised wa which a party named Herbert handles me personal. At this vere epock, I'm plumb wild = cimmarron I'm afraid of them giant hotels. To get me ide you has to blindfold me an’ back me in You shore can't lead nor drive, nor even salt me along if the destination is one of them comprehensive hotel wickeyups * *“Herbert,” T s bein’ he's the only gent in town I knows—‘Herbert,’ 1 says, ‘I don’t want to go to none of these ten-story edifices in an’ ere Which I'll lose myse't if I does. An' before I submits to sech perils,’ T says, ‘I'll take my blankets an’ camp down an yon green’; an’ I p'ints to of . the jim-crow grass patches about the sizg of a table-cloth, an’ which is regyarded East as a park. Il can't camp thar none, says ‘the_constables ‘Il put you calaboose. You come with me.’ goes on. ‘I'll do you a partic’lar favor. T'll nacherally take you-all to my proper boardin-house.” “It's night when me an’ thar, but for all it's dark, block on one of these busines Herbert says the three upper the boardin’-house; the ground floor béin’ somethin’ else. So we trails up a narrer break-your-neck pa'r of sta'rs, an’ 1 pays a month in advance an’ wins out the r'ar room cn the second floor. “It's a mighty gloomy cell, one ou Herbert the in he own Herbert gets I sees i s'a streets. stories is that room is, with dark walls an’ trimmins, an’ a locoed, rapmikaboo kyarpet on the floor with red worsted blossoms as big as cab- bages an’ apples as big as punkins. “Son. my sperits begins to flag an droop the moment I'mn alone. Neither ca: I sleep nome. Thar's a ancient, musty like the odor of -eternity that an’ then a passel of people gets into the room onderneath, an’ I hears the aroma 1 looks him. P> “Incensed at this yere Greaser’s ill-timed merriments, I bats him in the murmur of their voices. This last, how- ever; ainft so bagd, as i allows mighty likely it's a game of short Kyards, an’ It sounds homelikelan’ seems comp'ny. I re s0lvi I'll investigate it some in - the mornin’. “I'm out at sun-up. After lookin’ my- se'f up a drink I goes down to see what' ‘ever for a center of trade that storeroom beneath me is. What do you-all reckon now she's like? It's one of fhese yere coffin shops. An’ to the r'ar, onder where 1 sleeps, a morgue. Pendin' departed bein' planted, that's where he passes ifs hours. brings in a new remainder. I collects a plinter or two from the loogoobrious out cast in chérge, an’' he gives it out col ths ny room. around onder me all the time. Which ") thoughtlgives me the fantods! “Sulli I'm"ashamed to weaken;'an’ me payin!‘for a month ahiead at thatk I fige gers that by Jooaicidus, drinkin’' mepby I sticks her through. Y “B@§t I don’t; what you-all would, call the Rorrors of ‘the sitvooation beging to accoomulate. the second Herbert comes caperin’ in evenin’ an‘ is settin’ 'round smokin’ my seegyars an’ absorbin’ my nosepaint. Herbert, an’ no more fine He's a thoughtless sharp, is sensibilities than belongs with a Thgorback hawg. Of That talkin' 1 hears is when they.:a sudden he-Breaks’ 106S€y dn’ ellg” me about a party 6 commif§ sooicide in ‘sax;,"th(s yere in- as 1 shoves open Fill a glass almost full of water and F‘Me your hand over it, the fingers form- ;g a right angle, as shown in the lower | figure. By quickly stretching out the hand without removing the palm from the glass you will create an airtight space under your band sufficlent to overcome the_weight of the glass, so that you can Ife it. THESE CENTS. * + 2 py o THE NECESSARY MATERIALS FOR THE TRICKS IN COLUMNS ARE FOUND IN EVERY FUN-LOVING HOME, OR MAY BE PROCURETL AT THE EXPENSE OF A FEW el # To Use 2 Needle as a2 Spear o & MARTIN Take a darning needle of medium size and stand three yards away from a door, holding the needle between thumb and index finger. Throw the needle like a spear and try to fasten it into the door. ou will never succeed, no matter how hard you try, But by putting a plece through the eye of the needle always succeed in sticking it in Another spear can be made of a Wwrit- ing pen an in figure. of thread ou will e wood. four paper wings, as shown - visage with thé butt of the cue.” the door’ that time I finds him hangin’ to jthe chandelier, dead as doornails. I cuts Him down an’ spreads him out on the kyarpet. Now I brings the incident to mind, his head rests on that thar flower.’ An’ Herbert genially’p'ints to a partic’lar cabbage, right by the side of my bunk. “That settles it; T don't pause to bandy no words, but ups and pulls my freight. I ain’t sooperstitious, ag I already assures you some scores of tfmes. An' I might have withstood the. dead folks onder- neath.y But I dradws the line at sooicides in my room. When a gent that's locoed while alive thathe:{kills himse’f, thar ain’t no tellin’ what he'll do when dead. ‘Which he might take a notion to resisci- tate Wimself a whole lot; an' then the next hews you gets he’s back thar ha'nt- i’ ‘rount: "’ “1 mafks Herbert off my visitin' list. Not alone does he feloniously take me to that spook reservation, but he keeps low company to a degree which no se'f-re- spectin’ gent can tolerate. Thar’s a band of Mexicans at Washin'ton, makin’ a tront for their outfit; an’ I learns that he goes up thar to a big feed an’ is thiek # holdups with the entire tribe. I takes my p'sition dn Herbert at once. No Greasers goes with me! An’ I hints to Herbert that his acquaintance is no longer to be desired. _" ‘Don't presoome to speak to me no more,” Lsays, wavin’ him off a lot. ‘Which if you does I'll shore pull a bowie an’ split you into half apples.’ After that we ceases even to bow. “Doe Peets is the only gent I ever en- counters who sees good in Mexicans. Peets allows they has merits. “They're generous an’ they’re friendly ys Peets: which for that matter, so Is dogs. Peets ups an’ oncovers a adventure he has in Vegas which he declares sheds a ray on Mexicans. ‘‘Gents,’ says Peets, ‘this happens when I makes my southwestern deboo: T'm so new to the range the check of that railway sharp still blazes in my hat. You- all hears from Dave how gulleless he is when He rambles into that dance hall riot over in Tucson. Gents, at that milk- tooth’ period Dave’s double-steeped in the vats of bitter experience along of me. I'm as soft as corn in the silk; my intel- lects ain’t tasseled out none. Shore! I'd be called foolish even in the East. I &in’t no antiquity now, but my“horns has sprouted a heap since then. At that time T'm the most recent thing on earth “‘Bein’ I'm In Vegas some ten days with nothin’ speshel ®n my boyish mind, I lapses into a debauch. An’' because I'm young an’ ardent, my licker makes me plump excursive. I feels like another Balboa an’ goes explorin’ ‘round, exas- peratin’ the natives. As I looks back I says freely that when I don’t get a knife in my side that time, it's proof absoloote that Satan overlooks a bet. ‘ ‘One evenin’ I'm playin’ billiards with the barkeep in a deadfall on the plaza. It's fifth drink time followin’ midnight an’ thar’s no company save a Mexican who's lookin’ on. This Castilian regyards my errors—the same bein’ frequent—as the mest humorous racket since the down- fall of Santa Anna. “ ‘Incensed at this yere Greaser’s ill- timed merriments, I bats him on the vis- age with the butt of the cue. An' I am some successful. He stops grinnin’ an’ goes back'ards on the floor. It's then I pounces on him as sanguine as cinnamon b’ars. ‘“ ‘But the barkeep, who gets conscience stricken, cuts in on the balle an’ sep’rates our interests. Tharupon my victim wipes the blood from his face, assoomes airs of dignity, an" walks off. “‘*“That Greaser's a p'liceman!” says the barkeep, sort o’ under his breath. ‘“*As I hears his big six-shooter hit the floor, it strikes me, most likely, he’s some kindiof a dog-soldier. But it's little sech roominations weighs on me. I quils ca’'mly up on a poker table an' goes to sleep. “‘It's mebby elght o'clock when I'm gently shook. I opens my eyes an’ thars that offishul whom I rebookes. He's nbasin’ly pilite, an’ explains that I'm on- der arrest. “‘I"sets'up on the poker table, yawns, bats my eyes, aff*ealls for nosepaint. The ha'r of the dog’i® phadooced an’ my cap- tor so far on&ogd&‘ip to libate with me. I enquires in tomes of sarcasm why he don't.round me up when I chunks him with the cue. He says he Jefers the pa- -shore but Makicans vo or three is Alcado s one of the t sports in Vegas with whom I'm on speak- in’ Yerms; seein’ that a relative of his an’ me is classmates in the same bone-gettin seminary Baca's teepe Is jest across . Plaza, an’ that jur is at his post ready to turn for us as we trails in. My captor does the talkin’; does it in Spanish, the same at that epock bein’ to me as locoed a tongue as Choctaw. s Baca listens I see his wrath besin to saddle up. Then he breaks loose an ns the ground about that consta- Which the exhaustive way wherein skins him multiplies my respe fourfold for the Spanish language. “ ‘Baca grabs his pen an’ begins to get action in a big boek, glarin’ meanwhiles at the culprit who fooks some ashen. 1 takes a casooal squint over Baca's shoul- der. He% writin’ a charge ag'inst “Jose Marie Galleagos y Salizar,” the same bein my oppressor “*“Whatever be I asks, breakin' groun’ cts Baca t de- allowin” in the vou-all do?" bate. I'm goin’ to charge this assaultin’ you a whole lot. mble I'll give him the onloads more cpithets shakes in his “Which scoundrel with An’ you limit.”" Then Ba on the officer who shore moceasins But I charges to the rescoo. I n- sists ‘on callin’ the affair a draw. Baca, made consent, though he's reluctant; as it is, he eases nis last outburst of Anda- that shrivels the dog Then Baca tells him can g final, mighty feelin's with a loosian profanity soldier up complete. to “Vamoos!” “ ‘Later my Greaser bushwhacks me an’ onloads his gratitoode like a torrent. I'm seekin’ inspiration at the time, so I takes Salizar | along an’ restores his nerve. Which I never sees a person more pro- foosely thankful. I begins to reckon that mebby in ways to me onknown T saves his life. “ “Doorin’ the brief balance of wy stay in Vegas, Salizar performs as a guardian angel. I'm havin’ a hectic time: an’ I argues since that Salizar shore enlists a passel of scouts in my destinies. Time an’ ag'in he shows up in most mysterious fashion at the croocial moment an’ béars me off to safety. Fact! My fair-ha'red skelp would be dryin’ in a Mexican doby if it ain’t for the sleepless tenderness of Salizar. Dogs couldn’t have been more faithful to my heels. is to ““The day dawns when T breaks camp an’ leaves Vegas to the r'ar, an’ my goin’ ondoubted is a load off the mind of Salizar an mebby Baca's. I sees Salizar at the bridge over the jim-crow river that waters Vegas when I tells him. Tears stands in his eyes as if Vegas, that a-way. is on the brink of actooal loss. As he \akes my hand, he explains in broken English that he alms to leave me a kee sake an’ that I'll find it that evenin’ in Kelly's lickér room, the same bein’ close by the bridge. It's thar waitin’ for me— this present: she's a Navaho blanket, red as a sunset an’ worth a dozen ponies. I've got that blanket yet. Thar you be, concloods Peets, as he signals to Black Jack; ‘that's why when I thinks of Baca an” the reedic’lous Salizar, I aln’t none is capable of vir- choos." » geant ontil sunup so as to avoid clappin’ me m the calaboose. Now the play Is simple; we sa'nters over to Baca, the Al- cado, an’ T has jestice.meted out. No.gent, my p'liceman, ¢an object to that. “ “Which this forbearance .so works on me, we has two more, drinks:* - Themr It performs my toilette an’ we're ready. b » Why the Chinese EING so well able to build vessels of foreign type suggests the query ) why the Chinese should continue to bulld junks. Here, agiin, is an- other example of officlal restrictions cramping natural enterprise. The ship- ping cleared out of Hongkong in 1899 amounted to 27,97 vessels, of which 22,501 were junks. Now,_foreign-bullt vessels can trade only to the “open” ports, but there are numberless other centers of trade in China to which junks can ply. These pay customs dues, assessed by the local hoppo, and varying with his degree of rapacity and the astuteness of the skipper or ship owner. But the dues are invariably higher for vessels of forelgn type. Customs passes may be obtained at the port of departure and are recog- nized by the officials of the imperial ma- rine customs, who have no power to levy duties on cargo carried in native bottoms. ‘When clearing at the Hongkong harbor SETl Build Junks office a junk pays a fee and elves a paper on which are stated the wature of the cargo and the alleged destindtion, and a recommendation to the crew fo succor any distressed seamen they may meet, and to carry no stinkpots. There are no load-line regulations, the number of pas- sengers and crew s immaterial, the food question the business of the master, no side lights—it costs oil to burn them—no vexatlous rules and regulations whatever, and this the Chinaman dearly loves for then he can economize to his hedrt's con- tent. On the rivers steamboats are per- mitted to stop only at certain’ stationms, yet passengers will travel twenty miles in a direction opposite to their route in order to catch a steamer, in preference to trust- ing themselves and their belongings to native craft. Were all disabilities re- moved we should soon see the pictur- esque but antiquated junk disappesr.— Cassier’s Magazine. R S steam;oeat .Tha_’: Is a Marvelols and Practical Tog. Make a boat of strong cardboprd, as shown in flgure. The rudder, turning about a pin as axle, is connected with wue sides of the boat by two pieces of thread of unevenlength, giving the rud- \der an angular position. A tub of water is the ocean on which our little boat will steam about. . Two pleces of wire, bent as shown in fig- ure and fastened to the sides of the hoat like hooks, hold an eggshell, the contents of which you have sucked out, leaving a little hole’ on one side, as shown in fig-, ure. The shell is filled with water up fo the little hole and represents the boliler, placed on the two pleces of wire, with the Dhole to the rear somewhat above the rear wall of the boat. To heat the boiler we use half of an eggshell placed on a piece of cork underneath the boiler, with a small piece of cotton in the center. Pour Some alcohol on the cotton and set fire to it. The water will begin to boil in a few minutes and a fine stream of steam will ledve the hole of the eggshell. The pres- sure of the steam on the air will move the little boat in the opposite direction, that is, forward, and we have a steam- boat sgaming without wheels or screw.