The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1888-04-20
LIKE HIS PAPA.

How Robby Set His Father to Thinking.
and the Good Resolution That Fol-
lowed.
He was bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked
little fellow. and just as brimful of fun
as boy of five summers could well be,
and when tell you that his mamma,
that morning, for the first time, had
dressed him in pair of pantaloons
and little coat, you can imagine
what his feelings were. But his little
sister Mamie did not like the change
at all. She had tried to get him to
play with her several times, but had
been treated so coldly that she had at
last retired to one corner of the room
with her doll; many wistful glance
did she cast at him, but to no effect.
He would have liked to have a big
play, but thought it would never do.
SO he marched out of the room with
great dignity, followed by his dog
Rover. In the hall he espied hat of
his fathers and ialso a cigar-stump
that had been left on the table.
Putting the cigar in his mouth, and
the hat on his head, he went out into
the yard, lighting the cigar as he went
still followed by his faithful dog.
"What are you about, RobbyP" said
a Young man as he passed by.
"Oh, I'm pretending I'm papa"
said he.
YOU'D better let that stuff alone"
was the laughing rejoiner, cor you'll
rue it soon." And he did, for he got
so sick he was compelled to lie down
on the grass for awhile, and threw
the cigar away in disgust, concluding
that it was not so nice to do like papa,
after all.
Hoop, but amt you finep'
Eyes, amt though" said the little
fellow, as he jumped up and displayed
himself before neighbor boy about
two years older than himself.
81 say, Jim, let's play"
"Well, what will we playp"
"Why, you keep bar and I'll be
papa and come in and get a glass of
brandy, like he does down at the hotel"
Bob and Jimmy soon fixed up bar
by laying planks across the corner of
the fence, and furnished it in few
minutes with some old bottles and two
broken glasses, and then getting the
cook to give them an old jug that had
once been used for molasses, and filling
it with water. they were ready to be-
gin business.
"Good-morning. Mr.. Gliddenr' said
Rob, as he marched up to the bar.
GOOD morning.! good morningi
glad to see you out such a fine morn
ing. What will you have to-dayP"
"a glass of your fine brandy to
cheer me up little" was the reply;
and. being helped to a. half-glass of
molasses-water, Robby soon disposed
of it, and called for more; and, after
drinking several times, he staggered
away in such perfect imitation of his
father that the little bar-keeper roared
with laughter.
There was one, though, who wit
messed the scene that did not laugh,
and would you believe it, it was Rob-
by's own father. He had been in the
very same fix the night before, that his
little son had initiated so well, and of
course was not in condition to at
tend to business. and so. he had been
in the summer-house for several hours
trying to entertain himself with the
morning paper, and had heard every
word that had passed between the lit
tie playmates. 1t set him to thinking.
and the result was that he signed the
pledge that very day. 81 could not
bear to have my son grow up in that
way" he said to his wife that night,
land with the help of God, I'm going
to set him better example," and he
did.-Herold and Presenter.