The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1883-09-28
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor daughter q gown;
She made 1t up slattern,
With n sack for q pattern,
MR.. AND MRS. sPooPENDYKE.
He Works at Car Window and Tells II
Wife What She Lacks to Become
summer Resort.


"Ay desr," said Mrs. Spoopendyks, tanning
herself vigorously and looking anxiouely
around the car; "my dear, don't You think II
Ii awfully warm here?"
"Open the window, them" suggested Mr.
Spoopendyks. "Press your thumb on the
catch and raise the sash. Give 1t . hard
jerk, thst'll loosen it.'
Mrs. Spoopendyke followed instructions,
split her glove, knocked the skin of he,
knuckle, and then sat down In . high state
Of perturbation.
"rhat the best you can do?" demanded
Mr.. Spoopendyke. He gave the window q
wrench, but it firmly resisted.
"Won't, eh!' he growled. "Got some kind
of notion that this Is the Fourth of July
and the right season of the year to manifss,
independence, haven't ye? Come upv" and
his finger slipped of the lock, leaving piece
Of the bark behind. "Oh, hol" he rosred.
"Bite, do ye? P'raps you think some
woman with wax thumb is working this
hoist! 1t amt, I tell ye, nor 1t amt any in
FAINT! This 10 Spoopendyke who IL engineer
Ing this particular lift, and ye're going
through the top Of the carl" "
With which exordiun Mr.. Spoopendyks
planted his hat firmly on his head and tugged
1t the window until his face locked like the
danger side Of switch target.
"Nsver mind, my DEAR" pleaded Mrs.
Spoopsndyke; at isn't - warm as il was, and
l don't caro- about having 1t up"
at aint, shs" howled Mr.. Spoopsndyke,
bracing himself for another attack. ~
s'pose you've got some kind Of an idea that
this ID . sort Of refrigerating process I'm 90
Ing through! Maybe you think this exercise
10 calculated TO precipitate IN early frost and
ruin the peach CROP" he continued.
"Perhsps 1t 10 stuck at the top" suggested
Mrs. Spoopendyke.
"No doubt Of it!' squealed Mr.. Speopen-
dyke, turning suddenly on her. Somebody
has been here and screwed IL fast to the roof.
P'raps he's up there yet, holding on to It, but
II he Ii, he'll think steam jack machine ID
working underneath him! Look out up
there, she's coming. Brace yourself for your
fight to the spheres, for Spoopendyke has got
Q grip on now thatnl last till somethlng
gives way!" and the worthy gentlemen took
hold once more and toiled, while his wife
lodged suspender buttons and back strap
buckles.
~ think saw /: move," she remarked en-
couragingly. s.
"Did, did yss" howled Mr.. Spoopsudyks,
whose hands were numbed by his sxsrtions.
"Did ye notice which way It went? What'd
ye do to the thing when 70 tried it9" hs de-
manded, . new idea occurring TO him.
"Dont - know 70 broke Ii when you were
fooling around hsres Come up, will ye? Oh,
linger not, but come, on come, como mp with
mer' and throwing himself into his Job with
despsiring onslaught, Mr.. Spoopendyke
missed his hold, fell over backward into his
ssat, whore be sat glaring at his distressed
wife, the picture Of bafzed energy.
"That what 70 wanted?" he hisssd be-
tween his teeth. "Have 70 accomplished
your design Got any more chores ~ want
done before they begin to measure ne for .
shroud?''
aDon't bother about IL, DEAR" purred lrs.
Spoopsndyke, patting his head tenderly.
I'D rather have Il shut than open, for Il 10
mot half y warm = supposed Il was."
"Thsn whst'd u want to make such > fuss
ahoutYu hov1A1 Mr.. Snoopendyke. still