The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1875-06-16
SPILL DUST YER JACKET"

He came along from the East with
children, and they were yesterday
waiting at the Michigan Southern de-
pot for train. One of the children,
seemed chuck full of uglness. His
father was up town and his mothers
words had no effect on him. He would
pound on the windows, run out doors,
make faces at people and use impudent
language when spoken to. Grandpa,
a man of eighty or thereabouts, with
snowy hair and cracked voice, watched
the boys antics for some time, and
finally said:
"See here, Helen, do you see how
that boy is acting up?"
eyes, but can't Go anything with
him." she replied.
The old man hobbled across the
room, took the boy by the ear, drew
him to a seat, and said
"Sit down there, Milton. Do you
want to disgrace us allp Don't you
see the folks alookin' at yo2 If you
dou't quit cuttin' up III have to dust
yer Jacket"
The boy sulked away until the old
man left his seat to get drink of wa
ter, and then Milton slipped out doors.
Grandpa hobbled out into the freight
house, caught him by the hair, and as
he led him back he remarked
81 know what ails ye. Ye are ach-
ing for good thrashing. Everybody
out West here is alookin' at We, and
yer fathers family is to be disgraced
through yer conduct"
81 guess want to see things"
growled the boy.
ooh! if was only thirty years
youngerp exclaimed grandpa, as the
lad tried to bite his hand.
He hung to the boy, sat him down,
and the mother said:
81 guess Milton doesn't feel WELL"
81 guess he wants a regular old Ver-
mont thrashing-that's what l guess !"
retorted grandpa. "You know don't
believe in maulin' youngsters, but if
he don't behave himself he'll catch
itp
The boy edged around, dug at the
plastering, and finally crawled away
again and kicked his brother for
chlckling over his situation.
"There goes that young man again !"
exclaimed the old man, ju mping up.
"Come here, STRIP
81 shan't!" bluntly replied the boy.
"Now then, Helen, tell me that that
boy isn't aching for thrashing, will
you'll u continued grandpa, turning to
the mother.
"Oh, well, I guess he'll be good"
she replied.
"Helen," said the old man, as he
buttoned his coat, Solomon was right,
and it is my duty to dust that boys
Jacket We are in land o. strangers,
and strangers will Judge us by the way
our children act. We amt on farm
now, Helen; we're right where folks
can see us. Come here, sir !"
The boy refused to move, and grand.
pa cornered him, secured firm hold
of his collar and pulled him to seat.
"Now them" he continued, as be sat
down, clay over my knee, and if ye
bite or kick it'll be the worse for ye,
and the louder ye holler the harder
I'll striker
He bent Milton over his left knee,
threw his right leg over to hold the
boys feet down, and then and there
proceeded to administer an old-fash-
ioned spanking-one that made every
woman's mouth water. The boy howl
ed until score of passengers gather
ed, but grandpa went right along with
his work as if entirely alone. When
his elbow aohed he let up, twisted the
boy into a seat and remarked
"Thar, I'll bet a thousand dollars
you feel better!' %
And it struck all the other passen-
gers just that way.