Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-05-17
SPOOPENDYKE.
Ue Bays n Printing Press and Trys Go
Run IL, with Disastrous Results.

bringing Il small bundle in his arms.
"It's a printing press, on which eX-
pect to do all my own printing here
after" he said.
ooh, but isn't that lovely" nuttered
Mrs. Spoopendyke, dropping the stork
and rushing to her husbands S side, "and
can't we do the loveliest things with it!
1t is the kind that the Herald and Sun
and all those papers are printed with.
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Spoopendyke,"
growled her husband, you've hit it ex-
actly. This is the very kind. Igot Mr..
Bennett to kindly try it on, 50 as to get
it the same size as the Herald is print
ed on"
"And will you print papers with
yours like Mr.. Bennett and the other
editors?" continued Mrs. Spoopendyke
timidly.
"Oh, but won't /, thought" yelled
her husband. "Itneeded a dod gasted
female idiot to think of that, you've
struck the proper plan. Think you
can print 50x60 show bills with SKA
press? Well, tell We that We can't.
Can We get it into your measly head
that this is a card press, and can only
print a card three inches by four
inches y
"Well," said Mrs. Spoopendyke, 81
suppose you can print visiting cards on
it?"
"Yes, Mrs. Spoopendyke, l can" said
her husband, in softer tone, and he
grew in much better humor as he
proceeded to show his wife the press
and exhibit his dexterity in the use of
the type and the press.
At last he got his worthy helpmeet's
name set up in type, and proceeded to
put the chase on the press with grand
flourish. But in an evil hour he had
forgotten to key it up, and at touch
the whole business went to pi, and at
the next fell in y confused mass all
over the carpet.
"Why, what makes it do that" said
Mrs. Spoopendyke, laughing.
"What makes it do what, Mrs. S. y
sneered her husband as he hit his head
on corner of table in a mad dive
after the type. "What dye s'pOse
makes it do it! What makes anything
do anythingP If l had your talent for
asking idiotic questions I'd get a glass
of beer and a three-inch paper collar,
and live out as prosecuting attorney
BY this time the worthy gentleman
had got the name set up and securely
fastened, and was printing with great
gusto; but he had, unfortunately, set
the types in wrong order, and the first
eight perfumed visiting cards came
out like the following:
.ekydhep0opS .srM
When Mrs. Spoopendyke saw 1t she
set up little scream, "Oh, isn't that
funny, though? What makes it wrong
side up?"
Funny howled her husband, with
horrid derision as he grasped the situ-
alton. "1t's perfect thunderbolt of
fun. It's the most delicious humorous
thing of the century. All you need is
an advertisement of liver pills on the
cover, and joke about goat on the
first page, to be comic almanac.
With your appreciation of humor, all
you need is a broad grin and $1,000
worth of stolen diamonds, to be the
leading comedienne of the American
boards. Can't you see the measly
types turned wrong? They have only
got to be turned round the other way
After half an hour of diligent labor
the types were again in position, Sc
curely keyed up, and put on the press.
When the final arrangements were
completed, Mr.. Spoopendyke turned
round to wink at the baby and incau-
tiously left his thumb over the edge of
the press. AS luck would have it,
Mrs. Spoopendyke, in her anxiety to
show her husband how well she under
stood and appreciated the press, brought
the lever down and the press closed on
that gentleman's thumb, making him
jump four feet high, and utter an ex-
clamation that would have made the
second lieutenant of company of
pirates blush. "Dod gast the measly
printing press" he shrieked, as he
smashed the base burner with it, and
then he threw it in the alley. Haven't
ye got any sense scarcelyP Why didn't
you 90 on with the entertainment ?
The measly thing only got as far as
the bone. Why don't ye finish the
chapter2" and Mr.. Spoopendyke
danced up stairs, five at time, with a
parting injunction to his wife to hire
out for a slaughter-house.
"Well," said Mrs. Spoopendyke, as
she picked up the baby, and put a
pitcher of water where her husband