The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1898-01-31
ltenss Picked Up
Here and There

A good story is told of a certain drug
store man who doesn't know very much
about the pharmaceutical end of the
business, but who has a nerve that is
made out of cast-iron and who cannot
be disconnected even though a house
fall on him. 1t seems that one day last
week lady sent her little girl to the
drug store for some camphorated oil.
The girl told the drug store man what
she wanted, and the drug store man
was up a tree, for he didn know what
campnorated oil was and had never
heard of IT. He was equal to the occa-
sion, however, and putting on look
that the owl who presides over the Owl
club of Deer Lodge might envy, said:
Little girl. we have five different
kinds of camphorated oil. l don't know
which you want. Go back and ask
your mamma which kind she wants"
And the little girl went away per-
fectly dumbfounded that there was
such variety of camphorated oil.
One day last week DIR. Evans worked
like beaver up at the hospital all day
assisting in some operation. 1t was
about IL o'clock when he got through.
and he was very tired. He returned to
his office, anticipating the joys of
night of forgetfuiness. Upon the slate
hanging on his door the doctor saw
these words: Call at -, Eighth and
Birch streets at once; imperative
Now. the doctor had a child patient
up there. and the urgent summons
caused him considerable uneasiness.
Still he was awfully tired, and ne
looked at that slate and then he looked
at his watch, and then he looked at
his bed. He finally concluded that he'd
better go up and see what was the mat
ter anyway. so he got into his over
coat and started out. It's n pretty good
long tramp from the center of town to
Eighth and Birch street. but the doctor
stuck to ii manfully.
When he finally got to the place, att
er engaging in about two dozen lights
with dogs, and floundering around in
the dark, he found the mother of the
child calmly awaiting him.
I'm awfully sorry to disturb you,
doctor. but l didn't know whether |
could give the baby dose Of castor
oil with safety or not, and that's the
reason l sent for YOU"
The medical man didn't wait for her
the door. which he brought to with
bang. From far down the street came
the doctors voice, Give it anything
strychnine. If YOU want to-
DIR. Gattan walked into a drug store
the other day. He walked up To the
counter and the first thing that caught
his eye was n nickel-in- slot ma
chine. DR. Gattan thought that he
might just as we'll turn up a flush as
not. He just had a couple of nickes,
and he thought he had the right bunch.
The nickel-in- the-slot machine has
little glass in front through which the
nickels may be seen as they linger for
a moment before vanishing forever in
the depths below. The doctor reached
into his pocket couple of times after
more nickes The last time he reached
down he found only one, away down in
Il corner by itself lie put it into the
slot and pulled the lever. II. deb.
Smith was standing near the machine
and he suddenly exclaimed.
Great guns, doc, you have put in a
SIS gold piece
The doctor looked through the little
window and, sure enough, there was
the little yellow piece.
oh said the doctor. you can't
come any of your tricks over me. I'm
too old a hand at this business. That's
not my S. piece. Your joshes don't go
with me-.
Smith persisted, however and the
doctor thought there might be some
thing i'm it after ALL He rammed his
hand into his pocket and hauled out all
the change he had. A So gold piece was
missing.
Great heavens. that was mine For
goodness sake, don't let anybody touch
that machine till | get back my S."
The man who runs the machine
joshed the doctor for a while about the
slip, until II began to get too warm for
joshing. and Doe got his money
back. He looks at his nickels now be-
fore he puts them into slot machines.