Democratic Sentinel, Volume 13, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 March 1889 — THE UNWRITTEN WORK. [ARTICLE]

THE UNWRITTEN WORK.

Disciples of Ananias Meet and Exchange Stories—Sorters on Mud. Indianapolis News: The meeting of the Ananias held last evening was unusually interesting. — Patrolman Mathey was taken into full membership and instructed in the unwiitten work. “Talking about muddy streets,” said Detective Sorters, touching a match to a piece of tarred rope he ha been smoking, “these streets ain’t nothin’ to the streets down in Cairo. When I was selling tickets for a side show to a circus we played in Cairo,” (Mr. Sorters pronounced it Kiro) “1 was walking down the street looking for a free lunch stand wnen I stumbled agaimt a silk hat on the side walk. It rolled away and there was a man’s head. ‘Hello,’ says I, ‘what you doin’ there?’ ‘Stuck in the mud,’ says he. ‘Pretty deep down there, eh?< says I. ‘Don’t say a w rd,’ says he, ‘1 am standing cn a street car, and I don’t know what’s under that.’ ”

“Driving a wagon ain’t very swift,” said Jim Bradley, ex-Cap-tain of the Patrol Squad, “because you can’t niake the wagon go fast enough. A year or so ago I was up at Soo Saint Man —vou know where that is—ice-boating. Uh!

that’s the dandv, and you must not ferget that the ice yocks (yachts) are swift, One day the wind was blowing great guns and a party of us concluded we would take a glide or two. The sails were full ard the boat wa > driving over the ice as if it was strung on wires and the hug hawser that it creaked and twisted. One of the party slipped off the boat, and as he did so the hawser parted. Whizz, whirr, bang, the boat was gone. — We looked around to see where the mau was who had stepped off, and found we had traveled one hundred and sixty-five miles just while we were turning around. — That s really the fastest ride we ever took.” “Last summer I was down on Shannon’s Lake on a little fishing excursion,” said Patrolman Boylan, with a dreamy, far-away look in his eyes. “I hadn’t much luck until abctat4 o’cloc , when I got a tremendous bite. Isa v that 1 had booked a good OA.e, to • the water was lashed into a foam by the frantic efforts of the fish to get away.

I saw I could not get the fish out alone, so I tied the line around a tree, went to a farmer’s house, got a horse and cause back. I had to pull that fish out of water by horse power.”