St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1883-09-15
CAUGHT ON THE HIP.

4 IA'AAS - oSos
good to this establishment of late?
demanded bald-headed woman
seating herself at the managin,
editors table. and drawing forth
bundle of tracts.
"Never more so," replied til,
managing editor. cycling the bundl,
with solemn visage. with tn,
exception of getting the paper ou
late once or twice, l don't think ",
have had any reason to complain.
"Have you published anything
lately calculated to amsiiorate til.
condition of the heathen?" askee
the woman fercely.
I'VE haven't done anything else!'
exclaimed the managing editor.
I've have backed three or fou,
available Democratic candidates
for the Presidency, and we have es-
tatlished six or eight political clubs
whose members were out of job
| Oh, we're"
But the King of Burmapootra-
what has he profted by your ef-
forts?"
"Oh. him p calculated the man
aging .sditor. Il forgot about him;
but We sent him a pair of socks,
and this morning am inaugural
ing movement III the office to get
him plug hat aud a pair Of ear
muffs for next winter. Don't both
er about him. We are running
him right here, and he writes that
he only wants a corkscrew and
pair of sleeve buttons to be con-
sistent Christian!'
And that's where you are de-
ceived, snarled the WOMAN. You
didn't send your contributions
through the right channel, and you
must do it ali over again. Why
don't you intrust your gifts to the
Wonen's Foreign Mission Socie-
typ"
That's just what I started to
do" pleaded the managing editor.
but tine King wrote that he was
in a hurry fer the stuff, and SO we
sent it to him direct. But we al
ways meant to do something for
the Society" continued the map
aging editor, hurriedly, seeing
storm gathering ii the face of the
visitor.
"Do it now. retorted the woman,
promptly. Now is the accepted |
time. What do you propose??"
"Well, l don't really know," fall
tered the managing editor, at his |
wits ends. 81 say, call the religious
editor"
"Of course, we propose to do
for the Society" said the
religious editor, when the position
of affairs had been explained to him.
"How Is the King OF Senegambia
now?"
Il don't know" growled .he bald
headed woman. Il haven't heard
from him for two months"
Did Won send him that box of
nick-nacks the Presbyterian Sun
day school got up fol him?" i'll.
luired the religious editor, Severe
y.
"I- don't remember" muttered
he woman, pretending to 'reier to
some tablets.
Perhaps you didn't send the
Queen OF Uiumbo the umbrella
,tand and the dozen bootjacks con- i,
riDuted by the Orphan Asylum!"
the religious editor, with
prophetic caimness.
Il didn't hear about those" said
he woman III surprise. /,
81 dill" retarled the religious ,
'ditor, shortly. "And ! also heard
bout the quinine pills for the
'oung Prince of Ujjiji. have been
those tlinss, aud l know
hey haven't been sent. because l t
leard from all those potentates, |,
nd they haven't received blessed !,
ne O. those things.
Bat what're yuU going to do for c
he Society, gentlelnen?" asked the
foman, in aniodor,ted tone.
Ill tell You what we'll dc" re- +
lied the rei.s ioGs editor, drawing s
is CHAIR up confidentiaiiy. .You t
lss ship those goods this after n
ooa, and We'll say nothing III the,l Up
aper about the delay. and your t,
oncern will have had The interest E
u the duds during the time you n
ave hei,i tnein back. We are enii- Il
ed to half the interest for our 8,
rouble IN keeping watch on the O
uslness, but We'll let that CO." h
How did Won uef onto tho facteSr 9.