Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1880-08-11
A MEAN TRICK.

Probably the meanest trick that was
ever played on white man was
played last week in New York, and
the fact that there is no Vigilance
Committee there is the only reason
that the perpetrators of the trick are
alive. A business man had just pur-
chased q new stiff hat, and he went
into saloon with half dozen of his
friends to fit the hat on his head.
They took beer and passed the hat
around so all could see it. One of the
meanest men that ever held county
Office went to the bartender and had
thin slice of Limberger cheese cut of,
and when the party were looking at
the frescoed ceiling through beer
glasses, this wicked person slipped the
cheese under the sweat leather of the
hat, and the man put it on and walked
out. The man who owned the hat is
one of your nervous people, who is
always complaining of being sick, and
who feels as though some dreadful dis
ease was going to take hold of him
and carry him off
He went back to his place of busi-
ness, took off his hat and laid it on the
table, and proceeded to answer some
letters. He thought he detected
smell, and when his partner asked if
he didn't feel sick he said he believed
be did. The man turned pale and said
he guessed he would go home. He
met man on the sidewalk who said
the air was full of miasma, and in tn,
street car man who set next to him
moved away to the end of the car, and
asked him if he had just come from
Chicago. The man with the hat said
he had not, when the stranger said
they were having great deal of
small pox there, and he guessed he
would get out and walk, and he pulled
the bell and jumped off. The cold
perspiration broke out on the forehead
of the man with the new hat, and he
took it off to wipe his forehead, when
the whole piece of cheese seemed to
roll over and breathe, and the man got
the full benefit of it, and he came near
fainting away. He got home and his
wife met him and asked him what was
the matter.
He said he believed modification
had set in, and she took one Whit as
he took off his hat, and said she should
think it had "Where did you get
into it ?" she said. "Get into it ?"
said the man, ~ have not got into
anything, but some deadly disease has
got hold of me, and I shall not i've"
She told him if any disease that SMELL
ed like that had got hold of him and
was going to be chronic, she felt as
though he was going to be burden
to himself if he lived very long She
got his clothes of, soaked his fee. in
mustard water, and he slept. The man
slept and dreamed that small pox
flag was hung out in front of his house
and that he was riding in a. butchers
wagon to the pest house. The wife
sent for doctor, and when the man of
pills arrived she told him all about
the case. The doctor and the wife
held post mortem examination of the
hat, and found the slice of limberger
Few and short" were the prayers they
said.
They woke the patient, and to pre-
pare his mind for the revelation that
was about to be made, the doctor asked
him if he had made his will He said
not, but that he wanted q lawyer sent
for once. The doctor asked him if
he was prepared to shuttle of. The
man said he had always tried to lead
different life, and had tried to be
done bv the same as he would do it
himself, but that he might have made
a misdeal some way, and he would
| like to have a minister sent for to take
an account of stock Then the doctor
brought to the bedside the hat, opened
up the sweat leather and showed the
dying man what it was that smelled
so, and told him he was as well as any
man in the city. The patient pinched
himself to see if be was alive, and
jumped out of bed and called for his
revolver, and the doctor couldn't keep
up with him on the way down town.
The last we saw of the odoriferous
citizen he was trying to bribe the bar
tender to tell him which one of those
pelicans it was that put that slice Of
chees in his hat.
| will 10 pr.tfxv bo,-.r c..~.<