The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1876-12-23

Inc crown OF his glossy black head to
the soles of his polished CATERS.
My names Bushrod, and they call
me Bushy for short" was the explana-
ton; whereupon a dozen or more
children proceeded to tell what their
right names were and what they were
called for short.
Meanwhile B1shy, in accordance
with Barney Williamson's advice, was
engaged in storing away cakes and
candies, regardless of headaches and
doctors. At the end of fifteen minutes
he had probably discovered the limit
of his capacity; for at this time he
went over to his papa with both hands
full of bon-bons, and emptied them in
that gentleman's big coat-pocket; and
when papa looked behind him for an
explanation of the pullings and SO on,
Bushy said, pathetically:
| amt got no pocket, papa"
You hare no pocket you mean"
corrected papa, gently.
Yes, sir, have MT no pocket"
In few moments he was back again,
and papa felt another tugging at his
coat behind, and heard something rat
ting down into his pocket; again came
the explanation from Bushy: " amt
got no pocket, papa"
1t was not long after this before the
folds of mammals silk dress were dis
turbed, and down on top of her lace
handkerchief streamed the candy and
nuts from Bushy's OVERLOOKING hands
attended by the inevitable explanation:
81 amt got no pocket, mamma.
Katie says we must all take home
something"
Again and again was the silk-dress
pocket visited, for it was roomy, and
mamma, busy in conversation, was un-
conscious of the visitations.
Then Bushy's sister, Minnie, thirteen
years old, was petitioned to lend the
aid of her pocket to the pocketless boy.
Besides this, Bobby Smedley, whose
home was just across the street from
Bushy's, volunteered the loan of one
quarter of one of his pockets for the
transportation of Bushy's nick-nacks.
Miriam Endicott, who lived next door
to the unfortunate boy, hearing of
Bobby Smedley's generosity, forthwith
devoted half of his roomy pocket to
Busky's relief.
But it was when the children had
gone upstairs to the parlors where the
the Christm as-tree stood, that Bushys
concern attained its height.
"Spose," he said to Barney William
son, remembering Barney's role as adj
wiser, "s'pose I was to get great lot
of tbings-that ball and he pointed
to the spangled, radiant tree, with its
wonderful blossoms and fruits =" and
that top, and that drum, and that trum-
pet with whistle, and, oh then the
two wrasling heather Chinee, and that
whistle, and that cannon, and that
velocipede, and that locomotive, and
that there wheel barrow, and great lot
more, low could I get them all home !?
cause l amt got no pocket, you
know"
"Well, I'll tell you," said the ready
Barney. I'll pack all the other
things in your wheel-barrow, you
know, and roll 'em home for you"
Bushy did get the wheel-barrow,
sure enough, and soon had it loaded
up.
You may well believe there was
laughing at Bushy's house when all the
pockets were emptied, and all the
boxes and baskets. Such heaps Of
candy such piles of cake such guam
titles of almonds and raisins, notices,
lady-apples, oranges, and other good
things, as were displayed! In Bushy's
eagerness he had actually struggled
chickens wings and buttered biscuits
into his mothers keeping There was
enough, as he said, ecstatically, for an
other party.
If he mad gone to Katie's entertain
ment with pockets all over his chubby
little form, he could not have Jared SO
well.
Mamma" said Bushy gravely, as
he cracked an almond between his
white teeth, his black eyes, mean
while, sweeping the table which
keld his collection of sweets, don't
never put no pockets in my party
breeches. st Nicholas.
"PRAY, Mr.. Professor, what is peri
phrasis?" Madame, it is simply a
circumlocutory and plenastic cycle of
oratorical sonorosity. circumscribing
an atom of ideality, lost in verbal
nrofundity." "Tbank Won sir"