St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1882-11-25
SPOOPENDYKE'S SHAVING.

eyes. my dear. bring Inc son,
conri-plastrr, quick! I've plougl,e.
off half IN, chin!'
Let me seu?" demanded Mrs
Spoopeudyke, hobbiny up ahd tint.
terInS arulind her husband. "Grea,
gracious. what 4 cut! Wait IA min
"A e!' and she shot into the close,
and out again.
"Qnlckl" ronred Mr. Spooper
dyke, I'm bleeding to death.
Fetch me that court plastrl!"
On. denr!" nnaned Mrs. Spoop
end,ke, Il put lt-oh, where did /
pat it?"
bod CAST the putty!" yelled Mr..
Spoopendyke. who had heard his
Nife lmperfectly. What dye think
this Is, crack III the wall? Gnt
Some notion that there is a draunht
through here? Court plaster, | tell
YOU! Bring me some court plastel.
befoie | pull out the side of this
house aud get some from the neigh
bors!''
just :hen it occurl ed to Mrs.
Spoependyke that she had put the
plaster III the clock.
"Here it is. dear?" and she snip
ped of II piece and handed it to
him.
MIR. Spoopendyke put it on the
end of his tongue, holding his
thumb over tue wound. When il
was thoroughly Wet it stuck to his
hnger, while the carnags ran down
MS chm. He jabbed away at the
cut. but the plaster hung to his
digit until finally his patieuce was
thoroughly exhausted.
Nv hats the matter with the
measy buslurssr" he yelled.
'Where'd ye buy this plaster?
Come off dod CAST ye!" and as l:r
p'ncked it off his finger il grew IL.
ais thumb. Stick. will yes" l.r
plngSlng vt the cnt i'll
lis chm leave go that thumb.
aud he whirled arnGu,i on bis h+e.
and pepged at il again. "Wh>
ion t We bring me some cuurt-plas-
ter!" he shrieked, turni to hi,
trembling wife. "Who asked We
."r a -ecn? Bring me snm-thin.
that kruws Ii thumb from n ehln2"
and ne planted his thumb Oh tne
Mound auI screwed it aroun yin
ictivrl.. Tnis time the piast.:
81 10 and slipped np to the corner
Df his mouth.
''Nnw it's all right, dear" smiled
'lrs. Spoopendyke. anxiuns to ST
:nre peace IN tue family. Its all
l.ht noM!"
Think it is. do YEP" ravel Mr..
'po"pendyke, with a fearful grin
Maybe you've got the sam. idea
his court-plaster has. P'raps You
hink that mouth was cut with
nzrrl May he you are under the
impression Uhat this hole in nv
Usage was me..nt to sucrunb to thu
of bit of plaster!
jome off! Let go that mouth"
nd as he gave it II wipe 1t stuck to
he palm of his hand as though 1t
Iad been born there.
Let me try" suggested Mrs.
'poapeudyke, Il know how to do
"Then Why diln'. We do it at !
rsi?' howied Mr. Sroopendyke.
What did ye want tn wait until
Il lost three gallons of gore for?
)h, you know how to do ii! Yuu
My want Il linen back and IA bot {
Ie of mucila3e up your side to be n
"nnty hospital. Stick. dod gast
=! and he clapped the wrong
and over his jaw. "IIl hold We
'ere TIL We stick, if | hold We TIL
~ wife ltaIns someti,ing!' aud
lr. Spoopeniyke pr,nred up and !
own the room With II face Iudlca- {
We of siern determination. ]
Let me see, deur?' said nis wife. /
rproaching blm with suiIe, ana /
emily drawing away his hand, She 4
eftly adjusted another piece o. /,
laster. 4
That was my piece. after all. II
fowled Mr.. Spoop.nIyke, eyelns .
le job and glancIng ut the palm OF 1
is hand, to find his piece OF plaster Z
,ne. You always come in after /
le fuuer,l."
Il guess you'll find your piece
licking Ill the other hand, DEAR"
Id Mrs, Spoopendyke, pleasantly.
'Of course you Gan tell, snorted !,
II. Spoopendyke, verifying his y
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