The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1873-06-20


raise the wind. These postal cards are
an incalculable convenience to the toll
ing masses.
A VARIATION.
Postman rings at a modest looking
mansion on Locust street Servant
girl comes to the door Postal cards
for the master of the house, who has
only been married a couple of years.
Servant girl delivers the postal cards
to young wife Young wife reads:
St. Louis, May 18th.
Dear JOe-Will be at the corner Twelfth
and Pine, hack half-past nine. First class
party boys. Be on hand. Halfpast nine,
sharp. Wake 'em up. o. K.
Young wife lays down the postal
cards and elevates her eye brows. Mr..
CressweIl's cheap method of difusing
intelligence has let a flood Of new light
in upon her mind.
Young wife, solus-"So this is the
club is it? Riding around town in
hacks all night with party of first
class boys. Ohdear, oh dear |" Then
she weeps copiously and sighs deeply.
She will go home to her mother the
very next day. She never was so
wronged and outraged in her whole
life. Weeps again passionately, and
seeks the camphOr bottle Young hus-
band, all unconscious, comes home to
supper. Tableau.
ANOTHER.
Postman amblcs up the front steps
of an imposing mansion at No.-place.
Colored boy opens the door and re
ceives postal cud addressed to the
dignified elderly gentleman who owns
the premises, and pretty much all the
other premises in that vicinity. Ell
derly wife sees the postal card. She
has never seen one before. She takes
it from the colored boy and reads:
st. Louis, May II.
Nr. --, Please bring home my robe
de matt, and take away that horrid mans
night shirt you left.
Mary c.
AT this junCture the elderly lady
makes vigorous preparations to swoon,
and calls for her maid to bring her q
fan and the smelling bottle.
Elderly lady to waiting maid -
MARY, can you read 2"
"Yes'm."
Read what it says on the card, l
can't believe my eyes"
Mary reads.
Elder lady goes off in dead swoOn,
murmuring incoherently about divor-
ces and alimony.
YET ANOTHER.
The utbane postman halts in front
of a pretentiouS looking 1hree<Story
edifice, VA avenue. The
head of the family brushes past him
and starts up stairs. Postman hands
him a package of letters and postal
cards. Head of family glances at
of his bosom Turns it over and
reads:
st. Louis, May II.
Dearest-Meet me at half-past seven o.
clock this evening, corner Eigth and Olive
streets. Please drop a handkerchief for
signal Wear a black veil. Yours till
death. Is. Is.
Husband crushes postal card in the
clenched hand. "Ha !" he calculates,
''this is the way of it, is it? I'll take
a hand in the business myself" Then
he goes into the house, and rcsurrects
his siX-shooter and loads it, and puts
fresh caps on it, and at the appointed
time may be seen slowly pacing up and
down near the corner of Eighth and
Olive, watching out for some fellow to
drop a handkerchief The fellow who
sent the card as a joke, sidles around
the corner catches n glimpse OF the
irate husband chuckleS to himself, and
leaves for down town. Husband PAGES
up and down until near nine O'Clock,
when, finding that he was attracting
the attention of the police, and the
consciousness that he is sold beginning
to dawn upon him, he skulks off home
by another street, and says nothing to
anybody. There is no tab1eau
Mr.. Cresswell's ingenious but simple
device for the cheap diffusion for intel
igence is working admirably Black
mailers, dead beats, and divorce law
yers contemplate the postal cards, and
visions of gold harvests simmer in
the sunlight of the grateful imagina-
tiOns. There is nota particle of doubt
that these cards will prove valuable as
advertising mediums, and for sending
brief messages of business or social
nature which are not confidential;
But the avenues to fraud, black-mali
I and scandal breeding are too numerous
to be compassed within any bonds eN-
cept the range of sinful Ingenuity
To get up a scene in any well or
dered family. send mysteriously
I worded postal card to the master Of
the house. with the name of n strange
woman attached to it Or rtce oeTSa.