The following conversation among some Hamilton boys appeared in the Hamilton Spectator of July 24, 1885.
Some of reference made by the
boys may have been well-known to Hamilton readers of the day but may need a
little explanation for those not of that time or place.
Priests’ Field was a full block
of then-vacant bounded by James, Young, Hughson and Forest. It had been
purchased by the Roman Catholic Church as a possible location for a cathedral.
.
General Grant is American Civil
War General, and later United States.
President Ulysses S. Grant who
have died the day before the article appeared.
“Mash one de Queen’s daughters”
meant to court and marry a daughter of Queen Victoria.
General Middleton was
Major-General Frederick Middleton who at the time was leading the troops in the
Northwest Rebellion.
Hanlan refers to Ned Halan, a
very famous athlete of the day, a rower.
Finally, the Clippers were one
of Hamilton’s professional baseball teams of the day.
“When it grew too dark to see
the ball, the boys who had been playing on the ‘priests’ field’ last evening,
sat down on the grass nursed their feet, and talked. Said one of them, a boy in
knickerbockers: “Say, it must be great to be a man like General Grant, and have
such a fuss made over you when you die.”
“Wot
difference ‘ud it make to you wot dey say about you after you wuz dead?’
quiered a young red-headed philosopher.” I’d like to mash one
de Queen’s daughter like dat
prince feller, and marry her, an’ live widout workin’ and have a soft time.”
“I’d
like to run a candy store,” ventured very small urchin, with a very small
voice. “I’d give ‘em away to the boys free.”
Then
each boy confessed what he’d like to be when he “grew up.” One said he’d like
to “build houses” like his father; another that he would prefer above all things
to be an ice cream manufacturer; another that he’d like to run an excursion
boat; another that he would be pleased to be Governor-General; another chose
Hanlan as his model, and one sturdy urchin remarked that he wanted to be “a
great general like, Gen. Middleton.”
A
little apart from the group sat a bare-footed youngster with a very dirty face
and unkempt hair that protruded through the broken crown of his straw hat. With
a defiant air, he smoked a cigar stub that he found on the sidewalk, and had lighted
with infinite difficulty. He took no part in the conversation, but sat silently
pulling up the grass with his toes, and expectorating copiously through his
closed teeth. At last, one of his comrades turned to him differentially and
said, “Say, Slithery, what ‘ud you like to be when you grow up?”
It
was beneath Slithery’s dignity to reply at once. Without giving any token that
he heard the question, he took two or three long draws at his cigar stub, blew
the smoke slowly upwards, expectorated freely, and then, closely inspecting the
half-inch of a stub, regretfully threw it away. During the process Slithery’s
comrades watched him admiringly, and waited patiently for his answer. He was
plainly an oracle among them. Their suspense was at length relieved. Slithery
deigned to speak. He said, contemptuously: “Yous fellers is chumps. You don’t
know nuthin’ – none of you don’t. When I grow up, I want to be manager of de
Clippers or else a boss pitcher, and pitch double curves – dat’s wot I’m goin’
to be.”
Having
thus delivered himself, Slithery slid down the little slope to the sidewalk,
and walked away whistling shrilly through his teeth and trailing his baseball
bat behind him. And each of the boys communed with himself for awhile and
silently but deeply realized that Slithery had chosen the better part.”
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