The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1883-09-06
a FLY's QUOTATIONS.

II JuSI iSHe ou LAO pfllu ho@u anu
see if l can hear what is going on
in his thinkery. What! Now, l
wonder what he slapped his pate so
savagely for? Why, the man must
be crazy. l went away as soon as
I saw him raise his hand. Really,
he could not complain of that.
May be he thought I was intruding,
butif SO, he cannot say but that |
lit out at his first hint. But he
seems quiet enough now. May be
his scalp itches or something, and
his movement had no reference to my
being on it, so I guess will try it
again. What a nice old bald head
this is, to be sure, only it's a trife
slippery. 1t would make a first
rate skating-rink; guess I will try it.
Whew! Why, the man hit his head
again. Funny way he has with
him; and if 1 hadn't got out of the
way just as l did, goodness only
knows what might have happened
me. He struck real hard, and if he
had hit me there is no knowing but
that he might have hurt me. But
maybe he hadn't any idea of hitting
me. | guess I'll just light on his
nose and see what the matter is
with him. What! Why, he seems
to be an awfully sensitive sort of
man, or else he has got dreadful
temper. Why, he actually hit his
own nose a slap just because I
crawled around on it a bit. Queer
sort Of a chap, anyway. Wonder
if he thinks fly has no right in
the world? Now, I will try him in
the ear. All! ! have got him now!
Good gracious T! he came within an
ace Of hitting me that time. Won
der what he means, anyhow? L
should think he was mad about
something. I'll try his other ear
and see how ne likes that. Ah! he
don't seem to mind this one so
much. All! by Jingoes, he must here
hurt himself that time with that bat
on the ear. But it's his ear, not
mine, so what should / care? /
think I'll try that skating-rink again,
after 1 go up his nostrils. Well,
well, what is he striking at now2
1t must be tLat he don't like my
attentions, but I'll take another
turn on top Of his head now, and
have some fun while he is getting
over his mad.
"Well, I'll be hanged ! the fellow
is running stark mad. See him
dance and caper around the room!
See him flop and fling his arms
around as though the air was full
of flying demons! Funny, isn't it?
He don't see me up here, but he is
looking wildly around, as though
he wanted to fight somebody. Oh,
I'll just try his temper bit further;
I'll get on where his hair is short
behind. All! I'll fool around here
in this stubble awhile. Now he
fops his handkerchief, but [ don't
care for that. can get away from
a demonstration Of that kind every
time. Now I have got him on the
ear again, and once more he paws
the air in the immediate vicinity,
but I am out of harms way, ha!
ha! Now he is red in the face;
yes, he looks like a boiled lobster,
and again he is dancing around
the room and swearing like troop
er! Now he has quieted down a
trife and has resumed writing
again. ha! he smiles! Must be
he has got on to an idea. | won
der what it is? I'll just take a
quiet walk over that thinkery
again, and maybe / can catch on to
what it is. What in the world is
he making his scalp go this way
for? I would think he was trying
to shake something of. Oh, I'll
just get a trip on here and hold on
for awhile, No, he can't shake me
off; no, no! Ah-w
There was a resounding whaek;
that lively fly, O., where was he?
Ask of the editor, who smiled
triumphantly as he viewed his en-.
sanguined hand.-We Judge.