Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-08-13

tlemen quickly throw themselves into at
titudcs of decorum)
DIR. Pushem (entering in company with
the new boy)-Young gentlemen, this is
Master Ridgway, my new pupil. He will
share your studies and have his room on
this floor. trust that his manners will
not be contaminated by the association.
(The young gentlemen rise and salute the
newcomer with we'll feigned cordially,
and the doctor disappears down the stair
case.)
Foxy-I say, young Teller, where do you
hail fromp
New Boy (diffidently)-I live in Brook
Ign.
Foxy-You don't tell meP Why, that's
can see the Brooklyn bridge from Tommy
window.
New Boy-I don't believe it, My mother
told me Twas coming 100 miles from home
Tommy Every politely)-Oh, yes, you
can too. just step in with me and I'll
show it to you The atmosphere here Is so
highly rarefed-as you will learn in the
daily sessions of the natural history class
THAT we can see through immense dis
tanccs. After you, please. GAS the new
boy crosses the threshold can Of water
which has been standing on the top Of the
door falls on him, to the intense amuse-
ment of his companions. Foxy and Tommy
are assiduous in their expressions of regret
at the disas''r and administer a severe
rebuke to the others for laughter at it,
Foxy lin pleasant tones)-Sit close to
the fire, you new Teller, and dry yourself
before you go to bed. hope Well get
some sleep tonight, for the ghost kept us
awake last night. Gracious, how he did
scream, though!
New Boy-What ghostp
Tommy-Why, the ghost of the boy that
was beaten to death by the doctor about
two years ago. Every once in awhile we
hear him hollering and screaming, and
tell yer there isn't much sleep when that
row Is going on.
New Boy (detantly)-I don't believe it,
and, what's more, you can't scare me with
any of your ghost stories.
Foxy (significantly)-Well, you needn't
believe it unless you want to- but you'd
believe it, wouldn't you, if you were to
see that ghost walk up to your bedside in
the middle Of the nightp There's the last
bell, and we'd better get to bed before the
OH man comes around
(Exeunt omnes.)
Act II.-Time, 1890 p. m.
Scene-Dr. Pushem's study on the lower
floor.
Dr. Pushem (awakening suddenly from
doze)-My dear, it's SO quiet up stairs
tonight that can't sleep. wonder what
those boys are up to. noticed two or three
of them reading the Bibles when made
the rounds tonight, and that is always
ominous. Our last pupil, you remember,
ran away this morning after he arrived
here, and don't care to lose this one too
just hand me my rattan, please. think
I'll step up stairs and SEQ what's going on.
exit with muffled tread)
Act III. Time, 1898 p. m.
Scene-Apartment occupied by Foxy
Gallup and Master Wintergreen. Half
dozen young gentlemen clad in nightshirts
discovered engaged in an animated consul.
tation.
Foxy-Now, then, Billy, you'd better GO
down on the staircase and keep watch fo1
the old man.
Billy Trumbull-Oh the old mans all
right, and, besides, don wantcr miss the
fun.
Foxy-Well, we'd better all keep on,
eyes peeled. That's all I've gotter say.
Now, just look alive with that sheet and
remember we mustn't run out till Tommy
hollers, "Oh, doctor, don't beat mer'
Grapes Master Wintergrcen in sheet and
pins 1t together in a secure and artistic |
manner.) Quick Gimme that phosphorus
till make a pair Of eyes and fiery nose
Therel How does that look? Not quite as
good as the one we frightened the last fell |
Ter with, but it'll do.
Master Wintergreen-Can't you fix 1t |
SOS can see? I'm blind as bat in here
and can't tell which way I'm going.
Foxy-Never mind seeing. You can feel
your way all right after you've once start |
ed. Don't fall over the stove. Now, then,
off you go and be suro you boiler loud |
enough to wake him. (Propels him into |
tho hall and closes the door softly.) Now,
then, you fellers all keep quiet and listen. |
There he goes!
Ghost from without)-Ohl Obi Oil
Please don't doctorl
Foxy dancing with glee)-Hear him |
now, will youp I'll bet that new feller's |
a-trembling in his shoes. Tommy's the boy |
can play ghost better'n any one in the |
school. There he goes again. Now out we |
60 and sec the fun! Come along, fellersl
"opens the door and sallies forth, followed |
by the rest
Ghost (writhing in the doctors grasp)-
Oh, please, doctor, can't help walking in
my sleepl want a-doin nothin, an / |
won't do 1t any more! Oh, doctorl
Foxy (aghaste by gosh, fcllers, the doc.
tors got him, an he's catchin It'll Cheese It'll
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