The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-02-14
WHAT TWO OF THE WORST BOYS IN
THE WORLD DID.

! Mr.. Brasser who lives on Ninth Avenue has a
SIN about twelve years old named Llaudius, and
the other evening this boy received permission
| to allow neighbours boy to stay all night with
| him. The old people sleep down stairs in the
sitting-rOom, and the bows were put into room
directly above. When they went up to bed Clau-
dlus had the clothes-line under his coat, and the
neighbours boy had mask in his pocket. They
didn't kneel down and say their prayers like good
boys and then jump in bed ana tell bear stories,
but as soon as the door was locked the Brasser
boy remarked:
''You'll see more fun around here to night than
would lie on ten-acre lot"
From closet they brought cut cast-otf suit
Of Brasser's clothes, stuffed them with whatever
came handy, tied the mask and an old straw hat
on for a head and while one boy was carefully
raising the window the other was tying the
clothes line around the "man." The image was
lowered down in front of the sitting room win
dow, lifted up and down once or twice, and old
Brasser was heard to leap out of bed with
great jar. He was just beginning to dose when
he heard sounds under his window, and his wife
suggested that 1t was COW in the yard. He got
up, pulled the curtain away, and as he beheld
man standing there, he shouted out:
"Great bottes but it's robber" and he
jumped into bed.
the wife, as he monopolized all the bed clothes to
cover up his head.
''Be quiet, you old jade, you!" he whispered
perhaps he'll go away!'
Don't you call me a jade: she replied, reach,
ing over and trying to find his hair ''Git up and
git the gun and blow his head of
90! you dolt -
'Git up, you old coward" she snapped. sI'll
never live with you another day if you don't do
it,"
Brasser turned up the lamp, sat up in bed and
cried out
''Is that you, boys?"
''Mercy on me :! git up" yelled the wife as the
straw man was knocked gainst the window.
h1o1r I,o,r Il S%for
Brasser in loud voice he got up. He struck
the stove three or four times, upset chair and
reached behind the foot OF the bed and drew out
an old army musket.
Snow, then, for blood" he continued as he
advanced to the window and lifted the curtain
The man was there, face close to the glass,
and he had such malignant expression of
countenance that Brasser Jumped back with
cry Of alarm.
g Kill him Shoot him down. you old noodle
head !" screamed the wife.
l wildly thunder! | will :" replied Brasser,
and he blazed away and tore out nearly all the
ower sash.
The boys up stairs uttered yell and groan |
lnd BraSser jumped for the window to see If the |
man down. He wasn't He stood right there,
md he made leap at Brasser.
He's coming -perhce-bOys-ho. per- |
ce!" roared the old man.
The tattered curtain permitted Mrs. Brasser |
20 catch sight Of man jumping up and down, |
md she yelled:
'Theodorius, I'm going to faint"
"Faint and be darned- boys-perlice ~ he re-
died, walloping the sheet-lron stove with the
poker. 4
"Don't you dare talk that way to me
hrieked the old woman, recovering from her
lesire to faint.
"Po.leece Po-leece." now came from the
Joys up stairs, and while one continued to shout
be other drew the man up, tore him limb from
imb and secreted the pieces.
Several nelGhbOrS We're aroused an officer came |
p from the station and search of the premises
vas made. Not so much as a track in the snow
1as found, and the officer put on an injured look
nd said to Mr.. Brasser:
8 A guilty cons ,ience needs no accuser"
''That's SOL chorused the indignant neghbors
8 they departed.
AS Mr.. Brasser hung quilt before the shat
cred window, he remarked to his wife
''Now, see what an old cundurango you made
f yourself"
"Don't fling any insults at me, or I'll choke
be attenuated life out of you," she replied
And the boys kicked around on the bed, chuck
lg each other in the RIBS and cried
I'D rather be boy than be president. De
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