A Joke On Lockhart
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Lockhartperson
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Sigmund Lindauerperson
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a.k.a. Sigmund, Lindauer
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chunk 1118 · paragraph 1774
now fail, and while Mr. Vingoe
has saved himself from the teeth of the sharks
he has also materially assisted the company.
He expects to continue to ship ore to this city,
and will have all of the indebtedness paid off
by the first of the new year.
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A Joke On Lockhart
A convivial crowd of the boys met at the
Timmer House on Wednesday evening, and
during the conversation Sheriff Lockhart re-
peated a little talk he had held with Sigmund
Lindauer, the boss of Florida county. Some of
the boys tried to induce the colonel to repeat
the substance of the talk, but he was too smart
for that, as he remarked that he didn’t want
those' newspaper fellows to get hold of it. Our
wily sheriff, however, was not aware that a
stenographer stood by and jotted down the
poetic effusion as the colonel related it. Here
it is verbatim et literatim ;
“Sigmund,” says I, all filled with grief,
“What shall we do with our herd of beef?”
And he replied in language raw,
“Keep them away from Omaha.”
“For dere I sold mine ‘O bar O’s’
At a price I never will disclose ;
But I say again Vat I haf often said.
It made me sieck und I vent to bed.
So ven again I spegulate,
I dink me vot der boet said,
‘Of all sad words I kum across,
Der saddest vas dese, ‘It couldn’t was’.’”
Court Notes
PETIT JURY