Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1890-07-25
TIE DINKLEMANS.

TIE DINKLEMANS.
~ VIZ Man Tells Jakey that Breyitv Ia
'ns Soul of Wit, aud Jalscy Reminds Him
OF the Same Thing in n Funny Way.
shakey, vot time you come home
last night" asked old Dnkleman as his
son came into the dining-room rubbing
us eyes md looking very sleepy.
On, about - o'clock.
we're you vas yet?"
by de Oriental Deayder."
An! and vet you see?"
Some plays about Monte Christ
.Ah! see dot blay myself ven I vas
a little poy."
DIS Won a new play is, about a man
Vol vas out rowing und got capsized
ana swlms by Blackwell's Island and
llaves %nothings to eat but desert. He
alh'osts starves by dat diet, ven Won
daS a man is sailing over the Island in
q balloon und sees de man, and he
throws Town some sandwiches vot he
mas In the balloon and the man is saved.
But ven"
'Shakoy, dot takes you too long to
say Yot you saw. De Sherman poet.
shookspoke: says dat 'brevity is de soul
OF w.t. Remember dot, my son." and
then he went on with a half hour
lecture on the subject.
lhe next day the two Dinklemans
We're busilv engaged in arranging anew
stock of secondhand overcoats, when
the oldfellow looked up and his face
grew pale. just outside the door he
saw a man crossing the street who he
knew was coming to collect a bill.
Milne Colt, he whispered, trem-
ping. "Shakey, here comes Silverstone
to collect dat $500 bill vot 1 promised
to pay to-day. I can't spare dat money
so soon. I have q scheme. Hide our
sell undl give him q ghost story"
Ja&ey slid under the table not q sec
n too soon, for just then the collector
entered.
Good morning, Mr.. Dinkleman," he
SAD: II came to collect my little bill
"Ah, my good friend, Expected you,"
said old Dinkleman, rubbing his hands
together gleefully at the thought of how
ne would fool Silverstone. Il have
Just sent my son Shakey up town to
collect some money und ven he comes
back l pay you. Will you sit down und
Wait for him?"
How soon do you expect him."
"Oh, in about an hour"
well, I guess I'll let you send it
over; There is no need Of my wait
ing
Very goot, very goot. Goot day"
Good day."
But this is just where Dinkleman
made a mistake. Instead Of letting Mr..
Silverstone go then, he hailed him as
he had his hand on the door-knoE
with:
"Say, Mr.. Silverstone, vos you by the
GLACIERS ball last night?"
Silverstone said that he was and came
back and sat down in the only chair ir
the store and commenced to tell al
about it. When he had exhausted on
subject Dinkleman would start him OF
another and, in fact, did as much talk
ing as Silverstone. So, in this way
they. got over the divided skirt question
the Cohens' failure and numerous othe
things in about half an hour.
In the meantime, Jakey was crampe'
up under the table wishing Silverston
would go and cursing his father unde
his breath because he persisted in keep
ing up the conversation.
wat vas dot fader said yesterday
about brevity? Oh, yes; brevity is the
soul of wit. MY son. he said, SAY
everything in so few words as possible
ind ven 1 speak too long remind me o
It. Veil, [ say me nothings now, bu'
zen Silverstoue goes I tells him some
things. Oh, gosh, my feet's asleep. 1
dey don't come off soon L"
Dinkleman had started to tell about
the time he was in Europe. He was
rever known to get over the story il
lass than an hour and a half. Jakey
fslt sure that he would die before he
got through. Cautiously he put out hi
land and gave his fathers pants leg 6
pull, but he paid no attention, Agar
hs pulled; the same result.
Silverstone jumped back with fright
aad Dinkleman trembled with rage as
from under the table came the words
@Fader, break it of. Brevities is de
soul of wits"
But Dinkleman was equal to the oc"
caion. "Vat make you SO stay long
away, Shakey?" he asked, "and how
you get there, Ell? All, you joker.
Come dis way, MI. Silverstone, und
paw you dot bill. Dree hundred dollar,
daj's right. Good day, sir, good day.
And as the door closed he looked
around to give vent to his wrath on
Jakey, but he was gone.-New York
Mercury.
The Barber of India.
In India everything runs by caste,
ard the BARRIERS rank with the washer
men aud blacksmiths. A BARRIERS son
is always a barber, and a BARRIERS
lh.rlkon 10 IL "a n,nnnr n 1anl,or