The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1885-05-15
THE LITTLE WASP.
Showing How the Insect Disturbs
a Society Party.

tie insect, called the wasp, makes
its appearance upon the public
highway, or sits OF top of a fence
with its legs crossed, waiting fOI
an opportunity to harpOon some
unsuspccting mortal, and make
him howl aud beat the air with
both hands.
The wasp is a nervous and pug
naclOuS Insect, and you do nor
have to spit in its eye, or hit 1t
with "A clapboard, to make it fight,
for the reason that it is really the
prize fighter of the insect world,
and the first thing it does when it
energies from the parent nest, is to
curl its tail INTO the shape OF Il
scythe blade, aud go off aud hunt
up a row.
Despite the iact.that the wasp rs
a light airy thing, Il single blow
from its tail will lit Il MAI weigh.
ing 300 pounds off his feet, and
hurl him three yards. The wasp
is ii quick fighter, and only strikes
one blow, after which it goes Oft,
and sits down On a woodpile and
watches its victim writhe in pain
These bits OF information con.
corning the character and habit
of the wasp ire given in order to
color the description of a catastro-
pbe which occurred a few days ago
in high life.
Miss Jaue McGilligan is one of
the society bellies of New Orleans,
even if she does have red hair and
freckleS, and she is very fond Of
entertaining her friends, regardless
OF cost.
The other day she invited some
of her friends to IA lawd party, or
rather picnic, in her yard, aud she
felt away down in the bottom of her
little heart that she was going to
have Il first class time, and would
be as gay as Il humming.bird.
Alas! the hopes Of mOrtals tall
into the dust, even when life APP
pears bright and the world wdgs
the easiest.
Miss McGilligan was in love
with a thiu-legged young man,
named Augustus Biles, aud she
determined to look as neat as pos
sible, and, with this idea in mind.
she concluded to Increase the size
of her hustle at least one DdDer
length.
She glanced around her room
while she was dressing, but could
find no paper, then she remember
ed that the old lumber room up
stairs was full Of old papers, and
she went up there aud got one that
was folded in exactly the right
shape to make her p%olonaise stand
out like the bOwsprit of IA Dutch
blig. Miss McGalligau did not
know, however, that a robust wasp,
with yellow rings around its tail.
had made the folds of the old paper
a permanent place of abode, ANA
wOnlt not surrender It's claim with.
out war.
Ignorant OF the enemy in the
rear, she tied the paper TO hen bus.
tie, and donning her daiutiest dress,
she sailed forth to meet her guests,
who had commenced to assemble. |
The lawn party was progressing
and everybody was enjoy
themselves, wGcn the wasp
made up its mind to break up the
and release itself from the en-
confinement.
Miss McGilligan and Mr.. Biles
lad wandered to Il COSY little benah,
lnder the shade OLA fig tree, and
here was Oversight in both of
heir eyes. He held her land aud
pressed il, and said in the
tones: "Dariiug, we are
IlOne love you, darling, | want
'Ou to be my wife; say that you
WILL" About this time the wasp.
how he had been cooked up
u Il hustle, got so mad that he at
nee fired = shot from his battery,
Which hit Miss Michigan with
uch force, that she leaped straight
n the air with a Shrek that was
card four blocks away. The wasp !
aw that his shot had taken effect, S
nd like a flash he loaded aud fired I
gain, and a second time Miss "
IcGilligau went mp in the atm0S !
here, and commenced to beat her I
uStle with both hands, and to
cep. !
"SnakeS! snakesw she yelled,
help me! oh, help me ! it is eating
e alive. It's killing me-" The :
nests were paralyzed with aston. {
hment and fear, and stood watch b
e the troubles of The hostess. Al II
st the wasp became so warm IN a
S onslaught that Miss McGilligan il
Mr.. Biles very suddenly, and ii
lped over rose bushes and other a
rutbery in the most nOnchalant p
~, and when she reached her e,
ON she tainted, and it was fully y
hour before her friends discov- N
I'd the cause of trouble. The dis. a
'ss OF the hostess caused the par al
to retire, aud the moral of the I'll
IOle story is that it is better to Tn
" with an old hustle than a Il,
.sp. SD
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SERMON TO My BoY.-My boy, eli