Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1884-12-04
This is no Lie.

ing on the wickedress of 'drummers'
will read and reflect on We have met
hundreds of people, who, if you tell
them certain man say stranger-is
a drummer, will hold up their hands in
their horror and declare that there can
be nothing good about him. In other
words no matter how much of gentle
man he may be, the mere fact of his be-
ing drummer d-ns him forever.
A little fact has come under our OBJ
servation that shows what Internal
foolishness 1t il to Judge man by his
looks.
The other day we were on the Chica-
20 and Eastern Illinois road, starting
on shooting trip. Just in front of us
were two women-we won't call them
ladies, for they were of the stripe of
women who are regular fanatics and
always know more than anybody else,
especially about other peoples business.
With them was q poor, hen-pecked
looking man, who was probably the
husband of one of them. At station
there got on the car nice looking man
with large fat valise in each hand.
He was We dressed, wore dnster and
had good. honest face. He had
sandy heard and light hair ,and his face
was florid, as is always the case with
men of his style. He nodded his head
in our direction, and sat quietly down
In one of the front seats, and commenc-
ed reading the paper.
Then the women commenced.
ibid you see that nasty drummer git
on y said number one.
Yes said number two, Il jist de-
spise them. They go around like a
pack of wolves and they do anything
that's mean and low wouldn't trust
one OF 'em minute
How do you know hn is drummer"
meekly interposed the hen-pecked hus-
band.
Know ? How do 1 know p said
number one. why n can tell 'em as
far as l can see 'em. Them things
they call grip sacks give 'em away.
This fellow has got two. | guess he's
got a lot of samples in one and a big
whisky bottle, and pack of cards, and
whole lot of nasty pictures oe women.
and whole lot of letters from girls all
over the country in the other one. Oh,
pity his poor wife,
'How do you know he's married p
ventured the husband.
Know! Why them fellows have got
wives all over the country. They ji>t
bewitch these innocent girls and mar
~ 'em, and then go off on trips and
leaYes 'em, but they generally have one
poor wife and lot Of children off East
somewhere, and the poor thing has to
support 'em all, while the drummer is
gaddin' round the country playin'
cards.
Yes said number two. You're
jist right they oughter all be in the
penitentiary. They're depraved set.
Now, Just look at that fellows face.
See how red it is ? I'll bet he drinks
quart of whiskey every day. never
seen anything so red in my life. Now,
I just know he's got big flask in
each Of them sample cases. And do
you see the cheek he had to bow to us
when he came in, and here we never
saw him before, the cheeky wretch
Now, we happened to know the gen.
tleman, and new his business, and we
thought it good chance to put in our
oar, especially as it was to us he nodde
and probably never noticed the virtu-
ous females at all so putting on a sweet
smile, we leaned forward and said:
Ladies, / see you know something of
the world. Drummers are hard set,
aren't they p
They looked at rs moment, and
then said y es. sir, hope you dor't
associate with Them
'Oh, no, madam, not for the world. l
live down in Evansville, and down
there the people won't walk on the
same side of the street with them at
ALL (How was this for gall from a fpl-
low that went on the road when only
seventeen. and drummed ten years ?
We'll Pm glad they treat 'em as they
deserve down in Evansville. Do you
know that whiskey faced feller up in
front 2
Never saw HIM hefore.' said we with
truthful air but I'd just like to play
trick on him and make him show
those whiskey bottles he's got IN his
yalises.'
'Oh, wouldn't that he nice said one;
how could you do it p
You just leave it to me-, I'VE went on.
'I'll rope him back here, and tell him
that two ladies are very mnch interest
ed in him, and it will be just like his
cheek to come back and open his yallses
and show you lot of letters from girls
just to show You what masher he is
'Oh, how nice,' they cried. cIapping
their hands with glee. You get him
back
We went forward and simply SAID to
the alleged drummer Henson, there