Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1881-05-12
Do You Want a Bath2

The New York Tribune tells Il story
about an estmablc citizen of Brooklyn
who was aroused from his peaceful
slumbers about midnight recently by Il
loud knocking at his front door. APP
pealing at Il window he asked what he
wanted. "Who lives hcre?' inquired
Il voice from the street. "Jom B.
Smith," he replied. care you sure of
it? asked the disturber. "Of course |
am" said the citizen. 81 am Smith,
and I've lived here for twenty-five
years" "Wcl, Mr.. smith, said the
disturber as he walked slowly away,
"why in thunder don't You mOye?"
This pleasant anccdote will remind
some of our older play-gocrs Of u SINH
lar prank that was played here by
Charley Baras and Ned Adams in the
days that are not 50 very long past.
They are gone too, poor fellows, but
their memories will he kept green in
many hearts in the years that may not
| Dc SO Ntlg lOlIS w IplIlV'
They were sad wags, both of them,
and as fond of practical jokes at other
peoples expense us ever were poor
Dundreary Sothcm and Billy Florence
in more recent times. Twas ON Il Sat
urday night, or rather early Sunday
morning. Adams had been playing Il
not very successful weeks engagement
at the theatre then the metropolitan,
now less sensibly, the "ACademy'), but
his spirits were not affected by the bG |
business. He had invited Barras and
some of "thc boys to supper after the
performance at BlOOmerS famous res
taurant, and the feastng and lownG
had not been limited to reason and soul
Starting out for a stroll, between then
they managed to cover Il good doal oi
sidewalk. In front of apumhcrS Shol
they encountered huge full-len9tl
bathtub aud there wasa hand-cart con
venicnt. The boys placed the tub il
the cart aud then lifted Barras into th,
tub, and there they had iirst.clas:
funeral procession with Adams as chic
mourncr. Soon their solemn mmO
changed, and they began knocking Il
the doors and rousing the inmates t
know if there was anybody in the louI
that wanted Il bath. After mcein!
with several goGl-humorcd rcpulsc
they cane at length to the gloomy look
ing mansion on Washington street, jus
above North Division, that used t
stand on the spot now occupied b
l Miller 81 Greiner'S mammoth store
! Many of our readers must remembC
the staid Quaker family that reside
! thcre-brothers and sister Adam
knocked loudly at the door, and aftc
: making noise enough to rouse the scve
sleeperS, 4 long night.gOwncd figure Al
J peared at one of the upper window
I "What does thee want?" asked an angr
voice. pray, does Mons. Tonson liy
here?" cnquircd Adams, politcl,
"Nay," replied the worthy Quake
"this is Friend NIller's." "Wcll, NJ
# Miller" said Adams, "do you want
|: BATH"
k There was no answer, but the vii
k dow was shut down suddenly, with
e slam. 4 short consultation was heI
II on the sidewalk, and it was decide
'f that there must be somebody in Il
10 house that ought to have bath. Agai
e. the door-bell was pulled violently, ~
d again Mr.. Miller raised the windoN
y "Well," he demanded, "what does th'
k want now" "Does your wife want
y bath?' asliesd Adams, with an air
NJ the deepest solicitude. 81 havnt 6
Sc any Wife" replied the irate Quake
y banging the window down once mo
Il with less patience than before.
There was another consultation
the sidewalk, and one of Sothern's mo
u inconsequent gags happened TO occur
'Se Barras as 81 happy thought" 7
u door-bel was jerked again an agai
II and at last the angry Quaker appear
y for the third time. almost speechlC
Y with rage. Before he could say wO
I'll Adams took the cue, and said will
IL regular Dmdreary hesitation, "if y
h-h-had u wife, Friend Miller, w-wOu
~, she want bath?'