Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1878-05-24
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eff you'll take some, I'll let you go to
the circus"
aHow much,'' he cautiously inquired.
ooh, only spoonful, just one little
spoonful, y she replied as she uncorked the
bottle.
"And you'll give me some sugar. be-
sides 20 he asked.
s'Of course villa big lump"
He waited until she began:pouring from
the bottle, and then asked
And you'll give ten cents, too?'
eyes Of course"
s'And you'll buy me shoe fly kite ?"
he went on, seeing his advantages.
Il guess 500
ssNo kite-no lie, he said, as he drew
back.
Well, I1l buy you the kite," she replied,
filling the spoon up.
'tAnd a velocipede 20
'sI'n think of it,
"You can't think no castor oil down
me!'' he exclaimed, looking around for
his hat.
"Here-I will, or I'll tease father to,
and know he will. Come, now swallow
it down.
ssAnd you'll buy me goat p
aYes.''
sand two hundred marbles 20
eyes. Now take it right down."
"And coach dog ?"
81 can't promise that
Gail right-no dog, no ile.''
'sWell, I'll ask your father"
&c And you'll buy me pony ?''
sob. 1 couldn't do that. Now be a
good boy and swallow it down.
"Oh, yes, I'll., swallow that stuff, /
wilI.'' he said, as he clapped on his hat.
ssYou may fool some other boy with Cir
Gus ticket and lump of brown sugar, but
it'll take hunded- dollar pony to trot
that castor oil down my throat
And he went out to see if the neighbor's
cat had been caught In The dead fall he set
for herd. r. Press.
WHAT KILLED HIM.-A few years ago,
when Judge Gould, of Troy not long since
deceased, was holding his court in that
city. prisoner was being tried before him
for wilful murder, in causing the death Of
a man by pistol shot. An eminent
physician and surgeon was on the stand
as a witness for the defence. ahG
The prisoners counsel, an adroit law
fo1 fn chnW fh0f tho
who lived some little time after being
shot, might have died from some other
cause. and examined his witness after
this style:
doctor, would not such thing cause
death?'' EFHf q.Ir.
''Oh yes, SIR"
sWeIl, doctor, might not this man have
died from such and such causes2"
''Oh! yes. he might
tsThis is quite sufficient for u.s." ex
claimed the defendants counsel, with an
air of triumph, twirling his eye-glass.
Judge Gould turned in his seat, bent his
large, keen, penetrating black'eyes full Oh
the witness, and said, little sharply:
doctor. you have now told us what
might have caused this mans death: what
did cause his deuth2"
ssIhe bullet, STRIP answered the witness.
That ended the case.
lis dis de shuttle board and skittle alley
wet Mister Jonsing keeps?' said Amos,
sticking his head in the stable window.
..Naitisn't!'' said Tom. the jocky,
snappishly.
Ills dis de skittle shuttle an board alley
wot Mister Jonsing would keep if be had
a chance?" retorted Amos.
s'Nol'' said Tom, balling his fist and
coming to the window.
81 tot so,'' said Amos, with angelic in
nocence.s
..Why?' said Tom, posing his fist.
s.Kase, yo' legs am too thin for de ten
Bins, an yo' mouth am too big for de ball
pouch. Yah-de! Mornin'. sah!''
Amos did dodge the curry-comb that
came after him from the window with the
velocity of streak of lightning, and
chuckles in the belief that he can dodge
the ax-handle, too, with which his mother
drives him out of the cabin in the morn
ing for not bringing in the usual armful of
fireWood.
The most enterprising piano maniac
turers in this country have already pre-
pared their circulars announcing that they
were awarded the ''first grand prize" at
the Paris Exposition for the best and
sweetest toned instrument.
While reading few chapters in Noah
Wei ter's entertaining novel, we learned
that n,hen they embalm man they ill
him up with aromatic spices. Now we
know why mantchews cloves-he's en-
balming himself.
Some crusty, rusty. fusty. lusty. musty,
dusty, gusty curlaadgeon of man, gave
The following toast alta celebration ''Our
ire engines May they he like. our old
naids-ever ready, but never wanted"
a country editor claims to I've indepepd
mt because he wears no mans colIar.,s
for that matter he may be wearing no |
hirt, and yet have mind bound in the |
eek and biaGsed all over.
A New York journalist has composed
n EDITORS Waltz An editors waltz
, usually danced to the tune of :.More
opy, rand the music is generally furnish
/ by the devil.
The POKER player who bets his pile on
,ree queens learns by sad experience what
,e divine right Of kings is.