The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1880-09-23
Playing the Drummer.

Young Bummelhans has Just been dis
charged by his employer, old Twoper-
cent The facts are as follows: Bum
melhans had just returned from a trip
over the State. His trip had been
very satisfactory one to himself, per-
haps, but not SO to his employer. He
had spent great deal of money in bug
gy rides and one thing and another, and
had taken very few orders. When Bum
meIhans called in to see the old man the
latter was mad. He said:
"I don't pelieve you makes any eff
fort to sell goots. Ven wash drum
mer I always sold goots to de merchants,
| no matter ven dey don't want any. /
made de acquaintance Won everybody"
How did you use to manage to sell
goods when you were drummer
81 will show you all about dat.
Schoost you sits down in chairs. You
vas country merchant; I plays now de
drummer ?"
"All right" said Bummelhans. "I'l
be country merchant, and I'll SHOW you
how they do"
Bummelhans pretended to be writing
at his desk, and old Twopercent came
up from one side, bo wing and scraping.
"Goot morning. Can't I sell you
some goots p
"Who are you ?" says Bummelhans,
looking up.
81 travels for de Galveston firm of
Twopercent. -
!" You do, do you? So you travel for
that Internal old thief, do you Take
that r and to impress upon his en-
ployer the difficulties of drumming up
trade, Bummelhans kicked the old man
four or five times, pushed him up in a
corner and choked him for while, and
then told the old gentleman, who was
speechless with bona fide rage, eff you
ever come in here again I'll not leave
whole bone in your carcass. ."-GalUes-
ton Ne,Os.
The King and the Page.
A pleasant story is told of the old King
Frederick the Great of Prussia. Once
when he rang his bell for his page to
come and wait on him, there was no an
swer. So he went out into the ante
chamber, and there he found his page
fast asleep. The step of the King does
not waken him, so soundly is he asleep.
A letter sticking out of the boys pocket
catches the Kings eye, and he is curious
enough to take it out and read it. Not
any more honorable that, for King than
for any one else. 80
But the boy had no reason to be afraid
or ashamed Of the Kings curiosity: for it
was letter from his poor mother, thank
ing him for sending her his wages, and
praying God to reward his kindness and
attention. After reading it the King
went softly back to his chamber, took a
bag of money, and with the letter slipped
it into the pocket of the boy. ..-...
Again going to his chamber he rang
the bell loud enough to arouse the sleep
er, who Immediately answered its sum-
mons.
"You have been fast asleep" said the
King.
Frightened and confused, the poor
boy p1lt his hand into his pocket, and
what to find but bag of money. He
took it out and, looking up to the King,
burst into tears.
''What is the matter, asked the King.
eAh, SIR" cried the poor fellow, throw
ing himself on his knees before Frederick,
s'somebody is trying to ruin me. Iknow
nothing about this money which have
just found in my pocket"
s'My young friend" said the King,
"God takes different ways OF helping us.
Send the money to your mother. Salute
her for me and tell her I will take good
care OF both her and you. Christian
IVceELU