The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1881-05-19
.sleeninp Under pifaculties.

There are some men who sleep any
where, and on anything, except alounge.
There Is something about an ordinary
lounge that will drive sleep from
the sleepiest person In the world.
A person will go to church and suit right
up straightina pew andgo to sleep while
the minister is trying his best to keep,
the sleeper awake, but let that same man
go home and lie down on a lounge and
he can't go to sleep to save him. No
body knows what it is about a lounge
that drives sleep away. 1t may be the
way it is built, but we defy ANYBODY to
get a wink of sleep on a lounge. Speak
ing of lounges, we get the particulars
from q minister at Eau Claire, of a thing
that happened to ayoung man. Harry
Morrison, a young gas-itter, who Is
boarding at his brother-inlaw's. was
asked to sleep on a lounge in the sitting
room, as there was sickness inthe house,
and it might be NECESSARY to call on him
in the night to go after the doctor. Har-
ry never was much on lounges, anyway,
but there+was nothing mean about him,
81 he prepared to go to his rest, SO as to
be handy in case of an emergency. He
camped down, and for two hours tried to
go to sleep. Sometimes the back of the
lounge would rear up and hook him n
the back, and her it would stab him
somewhere else. The springs would
work through the cover and corkscrew
themselves into his flesh, and every hair
of the lounge cover seemed to stand on
end and run into his vital parts. He got
nervous and wished they would call him
and send him clear to Chippewa Falls
after a doctor. Finally he got up and
went into the bathroom, and there was
the bath-tub, which looked to him as
though it was a downy bed, such as an
angel might sleep in, compared to the
lounge. He is no angel, but he got
some quilts and put into the bath-tub,
and q pillow, and laid down in it, and in
five minutes he was asleep. Most young
men kick more or less in their sleep, and
Harry is no exception. He kicked, and
his tiny hoof came in contact with the
faucet and the water was turned on.
The cold water struck the quilts and
made no noise to wake him, but gradually
the cold fluid found its way up his
trousers legs, along his spine, and, in
fact, all over him. He began to dream
that he was running for Vice-President
on.a ticket with Charles Francis Adams.
Then the dream changed and he fancied
he was on ar Arctic expedition, and
while he was lunchihg OF a piece of
frozen-boned seal, a polar bear was eat
ing his foot of. Then he dreamed that
he was shoveling snow on q railroad, and
a snow-plow had run into him and threw
him forty feet into the air. 1t was at
this time that he was grasped by the
hair of the head by the brother-in-law,
and jirked out of the bath-tub: under the
impression hat Harry was trying to
CONT bathtubicide. The brother-in-law
had got up to call him and found that the
lounge which had known him knew him
no more, and the search that followed
resulted in finding him nearly covered
with water, and snoring as peacefully as
a deacon in church. Harry run himself
through a clothes wringer and came oui
as dry as a voter on election day, but he
insists that a bath-tub beats a lounge tt
sleep in.-PecE's Sun.