Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1876-09-15
From the Omaha Republican.
PhOtographIng the Baby.


They came at 10A.M. The baby, his
grandmother, his papa and mama. and two
aunties. They wanted 10 have ms picture
taken. The obhging artist got everything
In readiness, brought out the little VelVet-
lined high chair, in which babies are usual
ly photographed and then the trouble pc
gan. The baby's papa wanted to take OH
Its sack because il mad such pretty lat arms,
but its mama was afraid that it might take
cold. Then one auntie thoughtit would be
so sweet to take off his little stockings and
sit him in a big armchair, but his other
auntie thought that such a performance
would be very immodeSt indeed, and con-
flict seemed imminent.
Finally it was agreed that they should
take the artists advice and strap him up in
the high chair. After much ringing of
bells the baby was induced to look with Ia
vor on the new state of affairs. The artist
prepared to take the negative, but Just at
the critical moment the infant doubled MIN
self across the strap and screamed lustliy,
His papa jingled the bells anew, the artlsI
set the music-box going, while the mama
drew him out of his chair, and ms SuhIle
called him ''putzy utzy title sing.
Peace being restored, another negative
was taken, this time with tOlerable success
But one auntie did not like the expression
of the face, and the mama thought that II
did not do justice to his eyes. The next
time he stuck both fists into his mouth anu
shut one eye; and the next time his grand
ma, who had been watching him, ran mas,
| tily forward and began shaking him anu
slapping him on the back.
| 1t was twelve o'clock. aud the thermom-
eter stood at ninety-eight degrees in the
shade. and that artist ground his teeth and
looked to see how far it was from the win
dow to the sidewalk. Three or four more
unsatisfactory attempts were made, and at
last the baby, who had been taken out of
the chair so many times and was not prop
erly secured, slipped down on the floor with
a thump. A grand hubbub followed; every
body screamed, the timid auntie tainted,
and the papa swore, while the trembling
artist, fearing for his life, secreted himself
behind a screen in the corner, where he
waited until he was sure that no bones were
broken, and then he came forth, saving that
he had been suddenly called down stairs to
see a man.
He was so much relieved on being told
that they would not try again that day that
he forgot to live up to his rules and demand
''pay when the negative is taken" As
they started down the stairs the head of
the family informed him that they would
call again in few days. and he has hired a
small hoy to sit at the foot of the steps and
bring him word at their approach, so that
| he may have time to lock edOor and hang
out noUice-''Gone to the Centennial"
/
A prominent citizen. rushed into .one
of our large dry-goods stores, and stopped
at the buttOn-counter. He had a sample
of brown silk in his hand. and he asked the
smiling clerk if he had any buttons to
match that ''Plenty, sir" was the an
swer, ''will you have them by the gross?'
''NO, sir!' roared the citizen, 81 want them
by the ebushel-cart-load- | want them
sent up in wagons, and backed into my eel
lar, till it is full and running over. Pm
sick of hearing: ''J-o-h-n, did you match
those buttons% I'm not going to spend
the rest of my days running around trying
to match impossible colorsl There's my
check, but tell you won't feel like my
self till I've laid in my winter supply Of
buttons. '-Erehange.
GLOW do you like your new minister,
MadgeP' ''0h, he's Just splendid; you
ought to see him, Maud. He is so hand
some, and he pIays so beautifully, and
reads the hymns in such a lovely way; and
besides, Maud, there was dreadful scan
dal about him in the place where he preach
ed before he came here"
A belated citizen, from whom police
man was trying to rescue lamp post few
mornings ago, violently resisted the en-
deavor, exclaiming: ''Lemme lone; I'm
(hic) hold'n TIL fort"
''Peter, don't you enjoy the astronomical
phenomena, these evenings?" said a citi-
zen to his colored employe, the other even
ing. 'Clare to goodness! I never tried
'em; mushmelon's my favorite fruit"