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Show A Porter Who Sees the Seamy Side. "Itwasdat bald headed ole man wid de yeller chin whiskers," said the colored porter of the Pullman car, with regretful cadence, as he leaned against the water cooler and fanned his heated brow with a soiled towel. ."What was?" asked a sympathetic passenger. "De ole wretch wot guv me fo' cents. He's gwine to git off at Ko'way, and 1 see'd him dallyin' wid sehen quo'ters a few minutes ago, and done gib him a harf dollar brush. 'Deed I did. Brushed his hat and coat and scratched nine mud spots off his obercoat, and den he pulls out dem fo' cents, and saj-s he, 'Sorry po'ter, I ain't got no mo' change.' I kin tell j-ou," added the porter with a soul weary look, "dey talk about de po'ters, but we all cert'nally sees de seamy side. Yo' git yo' hope way up, and youse gwine shure nuff to git it squashed." And then, with the air of a man whose reward is not in this world, the saddened porter went back into the car and told a little man with red whiskers to stand up and be brushed. New York Tribune. |