The prison mirror. [volume] (Stillwater, Minn.) 1887-1894, 1889-10-17
Putty Tough.

Putty Tough.
1t is not generally known. but it is nevertheless
true, that our friend Tammany is an expert i'm
the art of gum chewing. 1t is not alone the quail
ity but the quantity of the article he masticates
at one time that makes him conspicuous individ-
ual in this now almost universal practice. A few
days ago having traded his surplus stock of to-
bacco old worn out Spenceran pens. broken pen
holders, etc. and even loaning his choir shirt and
tie-he succeeded in collecting together a guam
tity Of gum of various brands and odors sufficient
to do ordinary individual for month and be-
gan a mastcaton upon it as fairly threatened the
destruction of his fine Irish cOuntenance. For
two long days the noise of his jaw bones could be
compared to nothing but the tumultuous fury of a
SO inch cylinder Separator driven by 16-HOrse-
power Giant Engine in full blast. Business in the
subterranean Office of the Thresher Co. had to be.
suspended, the steam heating apparatus it
cracked and groaned piteously from recognition
gave up the fight, the rats in their holes ceased
their gambos. and even the poor black cat from
its distant retreat near the ceiling, it looked
down upon the fearful facial distortions of the
operator, had its hair stand on end like quilts
upon the tretful porcupine." At noon on the
third day a temporary relief came and Tammany,
eral A." said: Have a little rest, my hearty,
until after dinner" In his absence mischevous
Irishman securing quantity of putty sufficient to
glaze Skis pane of glass hid it in the Utmost
recesses of Tammany's hearty"
Dinner being over the worthy subject of this
narrative returned, his face beaming all with
pleasure. He was evidently happy, and anxious
to have every one feel as he felt. The Warden
no ord 4 rtjc hou of no
came in for an additional sentence or two of his
high eulogiums. Boys" said he as his face lit
up with an Irish smile. there's nothing on this
earth better calculated to help digestion after
dinner than good chew of gum So approach
ing the spot where his hearty" lay sleeping he
opened his mouth in manner that fairly repre-
scented the south end of a blacksmth's bellows
during process of inhalation, and dropped it in
putty and all. 1.-The happiest moments 1
had" murmured he, "were those spent in chew
ing( spit gum. How any oc(spt)tor say that
the ha (spithabt is in any way preju (spit)dcial
to health is mys (spit)mystery to(spit spt.spit(
me.' Here he took such fit of splitting that
the on-lookers feared he spit himself to death.
By almost superhuman efforts he reached the
part of the Office where he keeps his files on the
Railway system, evidently determined, if death
came, it would find him in harness. With what
strength he could he called for his Irish friend to-
help him. MY FRIEND 'said he, Il think I'm
pisened." And falling at full length (5S inches)
on the floor, spat and moaned piteously. isn't
it sad thing" continued he. latter my long,
years and trials and tribulations to come to this
untimely end, and that too, right in view of the
green face of my shaving ticket. Pin my Grand
Army medal my breast and let me die as
lived and fought under the flag of my beloved
America" Here three teeth fell out from the
effect of the splitting.
Don't be disconsolate," whispered his friend.
1.-THE case is not as bad as what you think; have
just examined that huge smoking pile of fexibility
of yours, and the cause of your trouble is just al
small piece of harmless putty in it, On receipt
of this news the true facts cleaned upon Tam
many, and springng to his feet, he threw OFT his
coat to fight any of his size build in the
place cit is uncharitably surmised that he knew
there not individual of that description
within the area of 20 states of where he stood.)
Foamng at the mouth, with head erect and arms
on the swing, he strutted up and down the foorin,
a regular John L. Sullivan style, demanding some,
one to fight him. His friend endeavored to,
soothe him. holding up to his view the virtue of
patience and the holy resignation of Job in affc--
| ton. Job be ~ (spit) roared Tammany;"Job,
never had lump of putty hid in his gun!'' (spit)
This was too much and all present had to vent,
their humor in good hearty laugh.
The last seen of Tammany he scrub.
blng his mouth with large piece of pumice stone.
Friends respectfully cautioned against the.
danger of mentioning his hearty either in trade,
or otherwise to him in the future INCOG.
Brother Jonathan: My Son. how'd YOU
e. IL