Democratic Sentinel, Volume 1, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 July 1877 — THAT’S ALL. [ARTICLE]

THAT’S ALL.

Btf. Farker'S Funny Little Sloiy; [From the New York World.) Mr. Parker sat in Mr. Johnson’s place last evening, a shade of melancholy upon his usually placid brow. At last he turned to his friend and said : “Johnson, you remember the race I had after that boy who tried to push me off the Bleecker street car?” “Oh yes, I remember,” said Mr. Johnson. “Speaking of boys,” resumed Mr. Parker, “did I ever tell you about the boy and the policeman ?” 44 No.” “ Sad, sad story, but if policemen will let their temper rise, and if boys will annoy them—well, well, I suppose such things are iu tended as a lesson,” said Mr. Parker with a sigh. “Do tell us the story,” urged Mr. JohnsoD. “I suppose I might as well,” said Mr. Parker. “It was the 15th day of last June, at exactly 3:15 o’clock in the aftemooh. I knoW, beefttise 1 looked at my watch just before the—tlie” —— Mr. Parker hesitated for a word a moment, and then said—“affair.” “ I was going up Broadway, and had reached Broome street, when the first peculiar and unwonted thing I observed was a small boy seated upon the steps of an omnibus also going up town. Suddenly I saw an officer, who had placed a whistle to his lips and blew a shrill blast. Tlie sound of the whistle seemed to affect the small boy, for lie raised liis hand gracefully,to ft level with liis face, plfteed liis thumb upon the tip of Kis exceedingly/ pug nose, and moved his fingers in the air. He accompanied this salute with the remark, 4 Blow away, old Prussian blue. ’ This seemed to anger the policeman, who did blow away at a tremendous rate. “ 4 It’s time ter go ter work ; don’t yer hear de brass foundry a-whistlin’?’ screamed the small boy, derisively. “ The officer made a dftsh after him ; the small boy clambered down, aud a chase ensued. The situation of affairs at this point of my story can be more easily comprehended by a reference to this drawing.” Here Mr. Parker executed a few rapid strokes with a piece of chalk upon a slate whereon lie had been scoring points in a recent game. “Here,” said lie, 44 is the map MAP. A | B | C “Figure A represents the policeman. “ Figure B is a correct drawing of his club. “Figure C is a rough sketch of the small boy. “ Now,” continued Mr. Parker, 44 keep your eye on the map and yon will understand what lam about to say. A flourished B in his right hand and dashed oft' in pursuit of C-. C ran faster than A, probably spurred to exertion by the fear of B. A swofe and 0 tore along at a great rate. All at oboe 0 slipped oil X (an unknown quantity—perhaps a banana ; perhaps an orange peel). a g«i*i©«3, and B was raised high in air over the devoted head of 0, when 0 arose and ran rapidly down a narrow street.” “ Well?” said Mr. Johnson, excitedly. “Well what?” asked Mr. Parker. 44 Tell us the rest; did he kill the boy ? Finish the story/’ 44 That’s all,” said Mr. Parker, solemnly.