The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-03-31
tor Dreaming of Marriage.

the fair hand of BRIDE piece
wedding cake to dream on, thus
esult Of his experience:
it under the head of our pillow,
yes sweetly as an infant, and bless
an easy conscience, soon snored
dsIy. The God of dreams gently
us, and 10! in fancy we were mar
Never was a little editor so happy.
s my love, dearest, sweetest, ring
n our ears constantly. Oh! that the
am had broke off here. But no some
Ill genius put into the head of our ducky
to have pudding for dinner just to please her
lord.
In hungry dream we sat down to din
mel. Well, the pudding moment arrived,
and a huge slice almost obscured from sight,
the plate before us.
'My DEAR" said we fondly, 'did you
make this?"
eyes, love, amt it nice?"
"Glorious-the best bread pudding | ever
tasted in my life"
opium pudding, ducky" suggested my
wife.
go, no dearest, bread pudding. al
ways was fond of 'em."
F'CaIl that bread pudding?' exclaimed my
wife, while her lips curled slightly with con
tempt.
Certainly, my dear; reckon Eve had
enough at the Sherwood House to know
bread pudding, my love by all means"
''Husband-this is really too bad; plum
pudding is twice as hard to make as bread
pudding, and is more expensive, and is a
great deal better, | say this is plum pud-
ding, !'' and my pretty wifes brow flush
ed with excitement"
'tMy love, sweet love, my dear love- =" ex-
claimed we, soothingly, edo not get angry;
'Tm sure it's verya good if it is bread
pudding"
''You mean, low wretch" fiercely replied
my wife in higher tone, ''you know it's
plum pudding"
''1hen ma am it is so meanly put togeth
err and so badly burned that the devil him
self couldn't know it. | tell you, madam,
most distinctly and emphatically, and will
not be contradicted, that it is bread pudding
of the meanest kind at that"
at is plum pudding, )" shrielled my wife,
as she hurled glass of claret in my face,
the glass itself tapping the claret from my
nose.
''Bread pudding" gasped |, pluck to the
last, anu SIdSplhS d lOooCCu OillCNSi " 'iiO
left leg.
'Plum pudding!" rose above the din as l
had distinct perception of feeling two plates
smashed across my head.
'Bread pudding!" we grOaned in rage
as the chicken left our hand, and flying with
swift wings across the table, landed in mad
ans bosom.
opium pudding resounded the war-cry
from the enemy, as the gravy dish took us
where we had deposited the first part of our
dinner and plate Of beets landed upon our
white vest
''Bread pudding forever" shouted we III
defiance, lodging the soup turreen and fall
ing beneath its contents.
opium pudding" yelled the amiable
spouse, as noticing our misfortune, she de-
termined to keep us down by piling upon
our head the dishes with no gentle hand.
Then in rapid succession followed the war
cries. Opium pudding p she shrieked with
every dish.
''Bread pudding!" in smothered tones
came up from the pile in reply.
Then il was ''plum puddig" in rapid sue
cession, the last cry growing feebler, till just
as can distinctly recollect, it had grown
to a whisper. opium pudding" resounded
like thunder, followed by tremendous crash,
as my wife leaped upon the pile with her
delicate feet, and commenced jumping up |
and down-when, thank heaven, we awoke, |
and thus saved our life
We shall never dream on wedding cake
again-that's the moral.