Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1883-04-07
SATURDAY. APRIL Z, 1888.


what on earth IL that you nave got
on your upperlip," said the grocery man
to the bad boy, as he came in and began
"a peel a rutabaga, and his upper lip
hung down over his teeth, and was COW
cred with something that looked like
rhocmak er's wax. You look as though
y IL had been digging potatoes with your
nose"
20, that some Of pas darn smartness.
] asked him il he knew anything that
would make a boys moustache groS,
and he told me the best thing he ever
tried was tar, and for me to rub il on
thick when l went to bed, and wash it
off in the morning. | put it on last
night, and by gosh | can't wash it of.
Pa told me all | had to do was to use a
securing brick. and it would come off,
and / used the brick, and it took the
skin off, and the tar is there yet, and say,
does my lip look very badf"
The greceryman told him il wae the
worst looking lip he ever saw, and he
could cure it bv rubbing II little cayenne
pepper i'm the tar. He said ,he tar would
neutralize the pepper, and the pepper
would loosen the tar, and act as a cool
ing lotion to the lacerated lip. The boy
went to a can OF pepper behind the coun-
ter, and stuck his finger in and rubbed a
lot Of it On his lip. aud then his hair be.
gan to raise, and he began to cry, and
rushed 10 the water pail and ran his
lace into the water to wash off the pep.
per. The grocery man laughed, and
when the boy had got the pepper wash
el off, and had resumed his rutabaga,
lie said:
THAT seals your fate. No man ever
trifes with the feelings of the bold buc-
Gamer of the Spanish main without liv-
ing to rue it. l will lay for you, old
man, and don't you forget it. Pa thought
he was smart when he got me TO put tar
on my lip, to bring my moustache out,
and to-day he lays on a bed Of pain, and
Tomorrow your turn will come. You
will regret that you did not get down on
your knees and beg my pardon. You
will be sorry you did not prescribe cold
cream for my bruised lip, instead of
cayenne pepper. Beware, you base
twelve ounce to the pound huckster,
you gimlet-eyed seller Of dog sausage,
you sanded sugar idiot, you small pototo
three card monte sleight Of hand rotten
r..
egg fend, you villain that sells smoked
sturgeon and dogfish for smoked halibut.
The avenger is on your track"
look here, young man." don't you
threaten me, or l will take you by the
ear and walk you through green fields,
and beside still waters, to the front door,
and kick your pistol pocket clear around
30 you can wear it for a watch pocket in
your vest. No boy can frighten me, by
crinus. But tell me, how did you get
even with your pa"
We'll, give me a glass Of cider and We
will be friends, aud / will tell you.
Thanks! Gosh, but that cider is made
out Of moIdy dried apples and sewer
"atCi, dWt hc tooh IL hdilulul vi layer
~Iaisins of the top of a box to take the
taste out of his mouth, and while the
grocer charged a peck Of rutabagas, a
gallon Of cider and two pounds Of raisins
to the boys pa, the boy proceeded {:
"You see, pa likes a joke the best of any
man / eve saw, il it is on somebody
else, but he kicks like a steer when it is
on him. / asked him this morning if it
wouldn't be a good joke to put some soft
soap on the front step, so the letter car
rier would slip ny and spill himself, pa
said it would be elegant. Pa is a demo.
crat, and he thinks that anything that
will make it unpleasant for republican
office holders 10 legitimate, and he en-
couraged me to paralyEe the letter-car-
rier. The letter-carrier is az old a man
ar pa, and l didn't want to hnmiliate
him, but just wanted pa to give his
consent, 20 he couldn't kick if he got
caught in his W trap. You see? Well,
this morning the minister and two Of
the dsacora called on pa, TO have q talk
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