New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1868-08-30
a WEDDING NIGHT SHIRT.

1t wasn't hardly the fair thing that the
boys did to Joe Thompson the night he
was married, but the temptation was ire
sistible. They could not have helped it to
save their lives. I'll tell you how 1t was
Joe was about the most fancy dressed
buck in town. over nice and particular
perfect Miss Nancy in manners, always
putting on airs and more dainty and mod
est than girl. Well, when bis wedding
day came, he was dressed trunk empty.
and his pants, especially, fitted him as can
die moulds, and his legs candles, run into
them. Tight was no name for them. Their
set was immense, and he was prouder than
half dozen peacocks.
Aren't they nice, boys" he asked of
the two boys who were to be groomsmen,
and saw that he threw himself away after
the most approved manner.
"Stunning Gorgeous! replied Tom
Bennett. Never saw anything equal to
them. But, say, Joe, aren't they the
least bit too tight? 1t strikes me that you
will have some difficulty in bending, won't
your ETA
Pshaw, no; they are as easy as an old
glove. See +"
To prove the matter, he bent down so as
to touch his patent feathers. when, crack
crack! followed like twin reports of a re.
volver.
"Thunder,n exclaimed Joe, as he put
his hand behind, and found rent in tae
cashmere from stem to stern. Thunder
the pants have burst, snd what shall do n
81 should rather think they had" an
swered Tom, getting purple in the face, as
he endeavored to control his laughter
:" but there is no time to get another pair.
1t only wants half an hour to the standing
up time, and we have got mile to go
carriage waiting, too
"What shall ] do oh what shall do p
an tell you what, if mine would fit you
you should have them and welcome but
they are about mile too big {; they would
set like shirt on bean-pole. | see no way
but to have them mended.D
"Who can get to do 1t, Tom ?"
"Well, am something of tailor, and
can fix them so they wont show. Hold on
minute, and I'll get needle and thread y
"Tan you? May heaven bless youlp
"Of with your coat" commanded Tom
as he came back.
eNow lay yourself over on the bed, and
I'll FIX ron in short order"
The command was cbeyed the pants
mended; the ceat tails carefully pinned
over, so as to conceal the distress fol
rent and all went merry as the marriage
bell until Joe followed the bride to the
nuptlal couch.
There was only dim light in the room
put 1t enabled Joe, the glanced graceful
| ly around, to see the sweetest face In the
world, the rosy cheeks and bright lips, the
lovely and loving blue eyes, and the gold
en- curls just peeping from out the snowy
sheets, and he extinguished it altogether
and fastened to disrobe himself. Of CANT
coat, vest, fancy necktie and collar, boots
and socks In hurry, but somehow the
pants stuck. The more he tried the more
they wouldn't come, and he tugged vainly
for half an hour. M
'sThunder!n muttered Joe.
whats the matter, dearW came in TIL
softest Of accents from the bed wher'
somebody was wondering If he was eve
coming; and, forgetting his accustome'
bashfulness, be blurted out: s
'MOll. that cursed Tom Bennett ha
sewed my pants, drawers, shirt, aud under
shirt all tegether!'' a
I'll is too bad wait a moment, N.
| DEAR ~
A little stockinglesss foot peeped GU
first, then a RULED night dress. the LAM
was lighted, a pair of scissors found, 10
released; and although he denies it, Ton
Bennett swears that his wedding shirt wa
of the shortest possible extent, reasoning
i q qosteriOyi.