The Republican., 1890-12-05
THE FIRM MOTHER.
che Rules Her Sweet Little Boy with q
Hand of Iron.

Hand of Iron.
George, shut the gate. Shut it, I
tell you. If you don't shut it I'll whip
you. You ought to be ashamed of your
SELF" she continues as she goes out and
shuts the gate. 'Never mind, I'll tell
your father when he comes home. Don't
pull that rose bush. Don't, l tell YOU:
if you do I'll whip you. There. you bad
boy. ought to whip you for that Put
that bush down. Put it down. tell you."
The boy throws it down and wipes his
dirty hands on his trousers.
Don't wipe your hands on your
breeches; don't, tell you; never mind,
I'll tell your father when he comes. Bad
boy, don't mind his mamma"
~ amt bad boy"
"Yes, you are"
81 know l amt"
Don't dispute my word, tell you. If
you dispute my word I'll whip you."
81 amt bad boy"
''Didn't tell you I'd whip you if you
disputed my word? You ought to be
ashamed of yourself Don't take off
your shoe. Don't, 1 tell you. II you
take off your shoe I'll whip you. There
you bad boy, I'll tell your father"
II amt bad boy"
"Yes, you are"
"No amt neither"
"Yes, you are."
81 amt" -~st-~&ezs-a
Don't dispute my word. "If you do
I'll whip you. Put on that shoe. Put
it on 1 tell you! If you don't put it on
I'll whip you. Bad boy not to put on
his shoes when his mother tells him.
Never mind, you shan't 60 out in the
country with me-"
Don't want to CO."
"Never mind, when you see the horse
hitched up to the buggy you'll want to
CO."
"Ill be good"
"Well, be good. and you may CO.
Don't tear your sleeve! Don't, l tell
you! Didn't tell you not to tear your
sleeve? Say? Never mind, I'll make
you sorry for it. Don't put that thing
in your mouth. Stop it, 1 tell you.
Throw that nasty thing down this in
stant or I'll whip you. Throw it down,
l tell you. Never mind you shan't go
with me. People will say, there goes
the lady without the little boy Then
somebody will say he was bad boy and
his mamma made him stay at home
Never mind, SIR
''Pll be good" throwing down the top
OF a backing box. 81 Won't do it any
more, Then will you tale me?"
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the cat tell you. Didn't you hear me?
Say! Put down that Gator you shan't
go with me. Put down tie cat, that's
good boy. Didn't you lear me, say?
Never mind. There, I'm glad she
scratched you One tim there was a
little boy that wouldn't mnd his NAM
ma. He was bad little boy, and when
he wasn't looking an old GOV came up
and hooked him and the little boy cried;
yes, he did.
sit wasn't me-"
''But it will be you unless yol behave
yourself"
"Was it great big old cow?"
'Yes, and she had long hornt The
old COW says moo, moo, here is the1oy
that won't mind his mamma and"
Ibid she hook him?"
''Yes, she did. She threw him up in
the tree and the boy cried and cried md
said, 80, Mrs. Cow, if you'll let me down
I'll be good"
why didn't the boy hit the COW with
q rock?"
'He couldn't when the COW had him
up on her horns"
"Why didn't he hit her fore she got
him up on her horns?"
HE couldn't, for the old COW grabbed
him up and threw him into the tree
The old cow says she is going all
around and hook all the little boys
that"
She can't hook me. I'd throw dirt
in her face"
That's what the other little boy
thought. He said she couldn't hook
him and he laughed at his mamma, but
she did hook him"
''Id make the dog bite her."
"That's what the other little boy
thought, but the dog wouldn't bite her.
Now are You going to be good?"
"Yessem."
'Then the old COW won't hook you.
Don't throw your hat over there Don't
put it over there, l tell you. If you
put your hat over there I'll whip you!
I'll whip you just as certain as you do.
There, you good for nothing thing!
Never mind, you shan't go with me.
I'm going to tell your father. You are
bad boy and l don't love you bit.
No, won't kiss you."
She kisses him.
You shan't go with me. Never mind,
I'll tell your father. Tray
eler.
Huntington's Command of Details.
c. p. Huntington's success, according
to his own statement, is due enti<elg to
his personal mastery of the details of