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Show VOICES OF THE STREET. There Is always, in every crowd upon the street, a pale, little womam with lusterloss eyes and a good-si.od baby carriage, and a robust infant, usuully with a pair of gutta percha lungs, which make life, to tho weary and world-worn pedestrian, a heavy and tiresome burden. (Jo where you will, the baby carrlugo has preceded you. It seems to smile and smirk at you with the profound anticipation of a gallows tree about to eud the existence of its quivering victim. When the streets are veritable streams of humauity, the baby carriage is thickest. It plows its way through the crowd with an utter disregard for abra.ed shins and broken portions of tho ten commandments com-mandments that is awful in the extreme. ex-treme. You impair your constitution trying to avoid crushing the "kid" and lose your chances for a narp with golden gol-den strings endeavoring to keep from unintentionally mangling the carriage. But the wire-edge of fate which shapes our extremities rough, is against you. Tho carriago collides with you in front, it bumps against you behind, it raises large splotches of blister on your legs, it jostles you to the edgo of the walk, it chases you up to the buildings, it all but tramples you into tho sidewalk. But the woman seems to enjoy it and the Infant doesn't object, so there is no chanco for mau, poor man, to have a voice in the matter at all. The stars witnessed a peculiar spectacle spec-tacle last night. Two foot-pads tried to "hold-up" a Salt Lake newspaper man The things some highwaymen should learn would fill a sewer. Eugene Field writes to the Chicago News as follows: It may interest lakeside lake-side literary circlos to know that my translation of the epios of Homer will be sent to the press early next spring. The Chicagq association for the promotion promo-tion of an international copyright has siguitied its desire to become my patron, pat-ron, and therefore I shall dedicate the work to it. I follow the Homeric text pretty closely, but 1 transter the scene from Troy to Cook county, and for Hector, Ulysses, Priam, Ajax and tho rest I simply substitute the names of Pullman. McVicker, Gage, Ford. Peck and other pjoplenow on earth. I want to popularize Homer among the hustlers. hust-lers. Here, for example, is just a littlo bit which fairly illustrates the majestic swing and felicitous modernization of the noble poem: Ere from the east the many-tinted morn Peeped at the seas o( lo ! tha poor Imiluu corn, The ox-eyed Armour from his perfumed halls Strode forth to boss tilings at the stock-yard stalls; Nor passed to take a Joy -impelled I tp Pleasing alike to stomach, pulate, Up Provoking mirth, yet taken olten brings The ache-eugeuderlng jag aud such like thinns B ' About his form a purple robe he wore. And in his hand his shining weapon bore The beef-producing spear, whoso lightning blow Fulled not to fell the corn-fed cattle low 1 The bull-eyed bull, likewise the steer-eyed steer. The cow-eyed cow stood not before that spear: Last, but not least, full manv a calf-eyed veal Had felt the fatal force of Armour's steel. . The girth thei-eof . measured from left to right And vice versa, differed not a mite; Three cubits long lu length did it extend, Three cubits long from either end to end, And these two ends adjusted were so true That the same distance lay between the two. l!ig two-pound diamonds iu tho hilt made light Of nature's darkness even day of night! 'Twas not yet morn (as 1 renuirked before). Yet as he issued from his palace door This blaze-compelling spear changed nature so The neighbors' roosters straight becantocrow And Pullman, waking up. wbb queered to see 'Twas half-past live at only half-past three ! Still the sidewalks are blockaded by useless people whoso dominant reason for existenco is their ability to get in somebody else's way. Cf.lbe Clare. |