Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-01-06
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At the recent veterans reunion in
Chicago vas The0. Il. Davis, the artist
Of H0rpev's Weekly, who was all through
tho war. There was one Of the Chicago
veterans who sometimes took in little
too much stud, and Who vas little ex-
oitable When full. The visiting, the
music. the marching, the cheering and
tho excitement of the reunion, had made
him foel quite excited and he wanted
to fight hiB batsle over again, but the
boys kept him quiet and finally got him
70 bed, and soon he slept like q log. Tho
boys Wefe IN the room telling stories,
when some ono called attention to the
sleeping cOmrade, and In a second an
idea occurred TO Davis, the artist. He
went to his room and got hiswater-color
paint and brushes, and some court
plaster. Pretty soon the artist was at
work with his camel hair brushes. He
first painted two black eyes, then he
painted swelling on ono cheek, and on
the forehead he painted what looked a.
though . sledge hammer had smashed
in the skull and left the brain oozing ont.
Then the artist took some strips of court
plaster, and stuck one across the painted
broken nose, another across the mouth,
sealing both lips. and the boys stood
back to look at the stricken man, and
wait for the court plaster to dry. The
boys got a strange veteran from Osh-
kogh to pefsonate q doctor. After q
little the sleeper began to wake up, and
ono of his friends took q seat BY his
bedside, took hold Of his pulse, and, as
he opened his eyes, the friend said:
"Now don't exert yourself, and don't
try to talk. The doctor says you will be
all right If you remain quiet" The VIC
tim OF the joke opened his eyes, and was
going to ask what was the matter, when
he found his mouth held together BY
court plastsr, and his voice sounded like
that Of man with . hare-lip asking
some one to 90 tho devil. BY this time
ono Of the jokerg was having trouble to
keep from laughing, 90 he put q hand
kerOhief TO his face, Gobbed, and said:
my God, boys, this il horrible" At
this point tho Oshkoeh villain said,
hopefully: "Don't be discouraged, my
boy; We win pull you through, il you do
not get excited. / have cured worse
cases." Than he took pair Of soils
sors and out the court-plaster that held
the lips together, and said: "There,
how do you feel now2 Don't talk much,
but don't you feel relievedf" The VIC
tim looked at the doctor, and at the
boys who were picturesquely standing
around the bed, and said: "Doc, for
Gods sake, what has happened to ms2"
Tho doctor told him to be quiet, and then
whispered to him: "You had the worst
fight that q man ever had and lived. A
man attacked you on Wells street, with
vlsw Of r0bbing Won, and you defend
ed yourself, but is Was hard struggle.
4r. Drury, please hand me that hand
RlaaL Thses, you can 80 for yourself.
There II . confusion Of the brain, the
eyes are discolored, and ! thought your
jaw was broken, bat e yca talk l guess
i ID only fractured. Don't talk" The
victim took long look at himself, and
the frst thing he said was: .I the
could do TO keep from bursting, but
said the other fellow was alive, but he
sewed up. He said that ono arm was
broken and one eye goneed ont. and his
him. The victim smiled q satisfed
smile a. he heard how he bad whipped
the other fellow, and than the boys asked
him II ho had any mogAgo 70 oond homo.
He took the mirror and looked at him
self again, and then said: telegraph
for my wife," That was too much, and
the boys roarod, and the doctor tore of
tho court plA0ooe from his nose, another
fellow bgooGht vet towel and the
paint was vaahod Oh, and when he Wa
clean the boys handed him tho mirror,
md he looked at himaelf again, and
than hesAW ttWasa JOKE, and he wanted
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