BRINGING OUT THE HOSE.

Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4442, 31 March 1883, Page 4

BRINGING OUT THE HOSE.

There was something malicious in the smile of a Kichigan avenue saloon-keeper yesterday, as he dragged fifty feet of penstock hose out on the walk, turned on a full head of water, and remarked Ito a crowd of eight or ten boys that they could wash the walk. He went in and shut his ( door, and every boy in the crowd jump for that nozzle. An old gent going by had his plug hat knocked into the street, and v, hen he turned to remonstrate, the stream hit him in the ear, down behind the collar and on the back, and he galloped into a grocery and wildly inquired for a three - barreled shot-gun and hand grenade. Each boy: declared that he was going to hold that nozzle and each one tried to. The stream hit the windows, then the walk, then a hitching post, and more than once it slid down a boy's back or into his boot-leg. A woman came out of the store just in time to get a dash under the chin, and she fell over a box and shouted " murder !" in clarion tones. A girl'came along with a baby cart, and as she was chewing away at a quid of gum and gaping across; the street, the water struck the baby in his little stomach and poured down over his toes like a babbling brook rushing to the sea. The struggle among the.boys lifted the stream to the window again, and the girl and baby got away, A small boy ran across the street to see what the row was, and he went back howling, bis hair dripping and his eyes filled full. A barber went out to say to the boys ithat he'd have 'em locked up, and the water raked up and down him. filled up his pockets^nd wilted his shirt bosom, and he jumped back into His door and said he'd like to be Chief of Police of Detroit for about six seconds, he would. Some of the boys dropped out, discouraged at the thought of what the " old man" would say when they got home, but five or six held on until they had wet up a sack of coffee, a barrel of sugar, "plunked" a small girl in the back and wet dtfwn a drug clerk, and then the saloon-keeper came out and took the nozzle and exclaimed: " Poys ! Poys !if you don't stop" dis peesness I'll call for der berleece on dis beat!"