Democratic Sentinel, Volume 19, Number 24, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 June 1895 — SATAN WILLING TO PLEASE. [ARTICLE]

SATAN WILLING TO PLEASE.

Extends All the Courtesies to a French Arrival from Chicago. Hia satanic majesty sat upon his brimstone throne fanning the muggy air with his flamboyant tail. Presently a new arrival in these parts was announced, and he was forthwith ushered into the devilsh domains, says the New York Sun. He sniffed the heavy air as if it were a familiar dose to him, and, bowing to his majesty, he observed the peculiar motions of his tail. “Three strikes and out,” he said after contemplating them for about a minute. “What’s that?” inquired Satan, resting his caudal appendage across his leg. “Ah, there, Sate, old boy,” greeted the visitor. “I was so attracted by the way you handled yourself over the home plate that I didn’t see you. How do you do?” “Who are y9u?” thundered his majesty. “Me?” asked the visitor with guileless grace. “Yes, slave.” “Come off. I’m no slave. I’m an American citizen.” “In these domains, sirrah, you are my slave. ' “Yes, I am, I don't think,” and the visitor stuck his thumb in his vest armholes and strutted up and down before the throne. “We shall see,” said his majesty, with an ominous shake of his locks, and beckoned to a host of imps. The next minute the American citizen was wondering what had become of the Monroe doctrine, and he threw up his hands.

“Give a man a chance, won’t you?” be said hotly. “Answer me,” thundered his majesty. “Where are you from ?” “Chicago, of course,” responded the visitor. His majesty rose to his cloven feet and bowed. “I beg your pardon,” he said hastily. “Come and take a seat by me. I’m afraid you will find it tame here after what you’ve been used to, my dear fellow, but don’t be too hard on us and we’ll try to make you feel as much at home as our facilities will permit” Seating himself beside his majesty, the gent from Chicago kindled a cigarette and waved his hand for the performance to begin.