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Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 2608, 18 May 1877, Page 3

Hazing a Fbiend.—They were walking down town and the ardent politician had, in, the space of six blocks, overwhelmed Spicer with Florida, South Carolina, Eeturning Boards, &o. Just as they reached the Tremont-street bridge he commenced again with " Hayes, sir! Hayes—" when Spicer suddenly looking at a passing horse car, remarked': " Hayes ! Why Hayes is in that car now." The politician unhooked himself from "Spicer's arm, dashed madly through the snow, shouting " Hi! Conductor! Whoop! Yah !" overtook the car, clutched the rail, swung himself on to the toes of two platform passengers, - and, followed by their anathemas, crowded past a stout Irish woman, arid clutching the -con-, ductor, asked : "Where's Governor Hayes ?" " Damfino," said the official; "in Ohio, I s'pose ; fare, sir." " Yes, but Hayes., in this car, ain't hep A gentleman just said so." The puncher looked around, reflected, grinned, and said: "Yes, hay's in this car;. always is at this season ; has the flooi'. Pooty goodsell. While the politician wrestled with his Ulster to extract his fare, he wished that bull-dozing was permitted in Boston, and that Spicer was a Republican negro in a Democratic parish.—Boston Bulletin. -t "That clock, my friend," said an Aber-' deen farmer, " Was the best kind of a clock up to six months ago, when my daughter bepan to have sweethearts, and T now the wretched thing is always rtwo hours slow." - ;