The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1883-02-24
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Ny girl has shook me. "
Sho. You don't say So" said the gro
Gerry man, as he threw rotten potato
INTO the basket OF good ones that was
going to the Orphan Asylum.
"Well, she showed sense You
would have blown her up or broke her
neck, or something. But don't feel bad;
sou win soon find another girl who will
discount her, and then you will forget
all about this one.
"Never!'' said the boy, as he nibbled
at piece OF Goldfish, that he had picked
oil. - thall never allow my affections
TO become entwined about another piece
Of calico. 1t unmans me-. Henceforth
am a .hater of the whole girl race. From
this out shall harbor revenge in my
heart, and no girl can cross my path and
live. want to grow up to become he
school ma'am, or q he-milliner, or some
thing, where / can grind the girls into
dust, and make them sue for mercy. Oh,
you don't know anything about the voc
there is in this world You never loved
many people, did you:' fG
The grocery man admitted that he had
never loved very hard, but he knew a
little about it from an aunt of his, who
got mashed ona Chicago drummer. y
But your father mast be having a
rest while your mind is occupied with
your love affair."" said he.
YES" said the boy, with vacant
look, Il take no interest in the pleasure
OF the chase any more; though I did
have little quiet fun at the breakfast
table this moNning You see pa is the
contrariest man that ever was. If COM
plain that anything at the table don't
taste good, pa says it is all right. This
morning I took the syrup pitcher, and
emptied out the white syrup and put in
some cod liver oil that ma is taking for
her cough. put some on my pancakes,
and pretended to taste it. told pa the
\
syrup was sour, and not fit to eat. Pa
was mad in second, and he poured out
some on his pancakes, and said was
getting to particular. He said the syrup
was good enough for him. and he sopped
his pancake in it, and fired some down
his neck.
"He is gaul burned hypocrite, that's
what he is. l could see by his face that
the cod liver oil was nearly killing him,
but he said the syrup was all right, and
if didn't eat mine he would break my
back, and by gosh had to eat it, and pa
said he guessed he hadn't got much appe.
tite, and he would just drink cup Of
coffee and eat doughnut. l like to
died, and that is one thing I think,
makes this disappointment in love harder
to bear. But felt sorry for ma. Ma
amt got a very good stomach, and when
she got some Of that cod liver oil in her
mouth she went right up stairs, sicker'n
horse, and pa had to help her, and she
had neuralgia all the morning.
II eat pickles to take the taste out Of
my mouth, and then l laid for the hired
girls. They ate too much syrup anyway,
and when they got on that cod liver oil
one of them, an Irish girl she got W
from the table, and put her hand on hel
side, and said, Howly Jaysus, ant
went out into the kitchen as pale as ma
is when she has powder on her face, ant
the other girl, who is Dutch, she swal
lowed a pancake and said, mine Cott
watts de matter init me " and she wen
out and leaned on the coal bin. The1
they talked Irish and Dutch, and go
clubs and started to look for me.
thought ! would come over here.
"The whole family is sick, but it il
not from love, like my illness, and the,
will get over it, while shall fill an earl,
grave, but not till have made that cir
and telegraph operator wish they wer
dead. Pa and / are going to Chicago
next week, and I bet we have some fun
Pa says l need change Of air, and
think he's going to try and lose me. IT.
a dark day when / get left anywher
that can't find my way back. Well
goodbye old rotton potatoes"