News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1892-02-04
Mr.. BOWSERCNTH%& :.
IL DOUBLES HIM UP IN SPITE OF h
ENORMOUS WILL POWER.
NJ. Quad in the New York World I

1T DOUBLES HIM UP IN SPITE OF n.
ENORMOUS WILL POWER.
I'M Quad in the New York World1
-Four or five weeks ago, when Mr.
Bowser came home one evening anc
found Mrs. Bowser in bed. and wa,
informed that it was a case of grin
he blurted out:
Grip And you have gone to bed
and had the doctor for a case q
grip Humphr2
But l am awfully sickr' she re-
= Rats, Mrs. Bowserl You lust i'm.
aglne it! This simply goes to prove
what l have often asserted-that no
person of any strength of character
has ever had the grip. It's a namby.
pamby thing, which even a child
three years old ought to be ashamed
Of
You may haye it before you get
through"
"IfI do-if l am silly enough to
lay down with any such thing as
that hope somebody will pound
me to death with fence-rail! |
have the grip? / call doctor for
such a nOnsensical thing as that?
Not If my name is BowserI'
Mrs. Bowser was in bed three or
four days, and Mr.. Bowser lost no
opportunity to talk about her fool
ishness in giving up to such a trihing
ailment. He likewise remarked to
the doctor that lac thought it very
foolish in the medical fraternity to
encourage the public in any such de-
lusiOn.
" You'll probably have it, and
when it comes you'll change your
opinion" curtly replied the doctor.
81 will, eh! There isn't enough
grip in North America to pull down
one of my earsl I'd really like to be-
attacked, just to show you how
strength of will could throw it off.
A week ago at three o'clock one
afternoon Mrs. Bowser heard some
thing fall against the front door.
She called to the girl to open it and
see whether it was a bag of potatoes
or a corn-sheller. 1t was neither. 1t
was Mr.. Bowser-not the Mr.. Bowser
who had gone away in the morning
stepping high and carrying his chin
in the air, but the Mr.. Bowser who
had come home shaking and shiver-
ing and all bumped over until he
didn't appear to be four feet high.
1t was a case of the grip. As he sat
IN his office gayly whistling cold
Black Joe" sudden shiver shivered
L.
see who had flung it, but it was fol-
lowed by two more. He jumped up
with a feeling that all the ice thus
far cut on the Hudson had been load
ed on his back. A whole load of
shlvers and shakes and chills kept
waltzing from his heels to his neck
and back again, and there was a
roaring in his head as if he stood on
the brink of Niagara. A boy who
came in with n telegram, looked Mr..
BOwser over and said:
cold man, you've got it and got it
badl If you've any home TO go
to you'd better skip. III never see
you algain then farewcHl''
Mr.. BOwser didn't stop to exercise
any will-power to throw il off. He
got into his over-coat and made for
home. The street-car conductor
tried to console him by saying that
he would probably be out in four
weeks, and a woman on the car
named over twenty-five of her ac-
quaintances who had been carried off
in a week.
Heavens, Mr.. Bowseri but what
does this mean?" demanded Mrs.
Bowser, as he staggered into the
hall.
"I'm--I'm a dead mani" he gasped
as she pulled off his overcoat and
helped him on the lounge in the back
parlor.
Have you got chill?'
Yves Get forty bed quilts to
cover me upp'
And does your back ache?"
Does itl Great Scots, but | don't
believe lean live half an hour longer
It's simply the grip, Mr.. Bowser.
That's exactly the way everybody is
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