Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-10-31
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Dave Rogers.
R. G. STAPLES, 4 BROOKLYN, N. Y.

Dave Rogers.
Old Dave Rogers, (peace to his ashes) was
a singular genius. Many a night have sat
by the blazing fire, while the cold north wind
waved without, and listened to hard yarns :
in regard to him. And as often have
laughed until my very sides ached with PAIN.
On ono occasion while the roll was being
called in a meeting of the church to which i
he was attached, the whole membership en- t
joyed an old fashionedlaugh inspite of them
selves.
David Rogers called the Clerk.
Absent here ! by CAD, old man, as you
may say; : and old Dave shrugged his shout
ders with an air Of Importance becoming a
King.
On another occasion, the family of Ike
Thompson (who by the by was something OF
a wag) were seated at dinner, when a rap at
the door attracted their attention, and IN q
m after the frowsy head of Dave Rog-
ers was poked in at the door.
Good morning, Mr.. Thompson. Fine
day. old man, as you may say
Yes, Dave, very fine day. Won't you
walk in, Mr.. Rogers?
oh, no, old man, as you may say, l jest
tho't as | was passing, | would like to know
how you awl du.'
'Oh, come in Dave come in and take
some dinner with us-we've got q rarity
Now Thompson knew exactly what suited
Rogers, and knew if he teld him he had killed
q beef the day before, he would certainly
accept the invitation, so giving the wink to
his wife, he resumed:
Yes, we've got a rarity, Mr.. Rogers
killed a beef yesterday, won't you dine with
usF
wall, l don't care if I du, old man, as
you may say, seeing as how you've got a
uor;4u1 c. Qoooue rro1Lod - o~d zoo ooop
seated at the table.
After helping Dave largely, Mr.. Thomp-
son took the mustard cruit, but before help
ing himself, enquired of Dave if he would
like some mustard on his beef.
'Ustard, old man as you may say, wall ]
don't care, so taking hold of the craft, Rog
ers helped himself pretty freely. Noticing
which, Thompson Immediately turned to his
wife and said:
Betsy, get Mr.. Rogers a spoon to eat hi
mustard Betsy gave her husband q re
proachful look, but he was not to be backe'
down that way, so he repeated the request
! and Dave was supplied with the spoon.
Slap, went both hands to bis mouth, a
Dave took the first spoonful. Down wen
> the plate on the floor, and with an agonizin
! groan, Dave rolled over like a log.
l Goodness, Ike y screamed Betsy, syo
have killed Dave, see how black he is in til
face.'
The D-l! I believe I have sure enough
the plaguy old fool ought to had better sense
and jumping from the table, Thompson con
menced beating poor Dave in the back at q
. awful rate.
Another groan, and a suppressed coug
: and pop went a plug of beef, hitting the Gel
d; ing with as much force as if fired from
r. pistol.
m Heavier fell the blows upon the back
b, poor Dave, and each blow brought a plug
A. beef.
'Oh-oh = groaned Rogers, as he began
- recover. oh! 'ustard-'ustard,' he grunt
but you liked to killed poor Dave, dod
if you didn't, Ike Thompson, old man.
81, ALPS right, Dave ALPS right So
d. Thompson, and holding the csmphor bot
. to the old mans nose, he was soon W
enough to resume dinner-but not a bit
a mustard would he touch under any consi
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