The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1899-12-23
SAMMY'S QUIET DAY.
The Writer OF the Narrative Claims
IL Has No Moral. but the Careful
Reader VIII surely BE Able to Dis
cover One.


Until his father started for the office
little Sammy was demure. quiet and a
model J-year-old from every point of
view. His father had barely got out OF
the front gate, however. before he began
By throwing the cat up among the ivy at
the side OF the house. He was OF an ex-
detrimental turn of mind, and he wanted
TO sec il the cat would stick there. The
cat did stick there, and little Sammy
was prodding the cnt with broom han
die when his mother saw him. He de-
clined TO "come in when she invited him
10 do so, and she had TO so after him.
He kicked her in the shins all the way
In and howled like a kickapoo.
Ten minutes later he was out in front,
"jumpin street cars" against many sol
emn orders. He was brought in, blub-
bering, by neighbor. His nose was
much skinned. His roars could be heard
a block His mother vaselined and pet
ted him for half an hour and then turn
ed him loose again. The cook had a
bucket of -four on a chair beside the
kitchen table, preparatory to making
bread. Little Sammy got a yearning
to observe the coalescent properties of
-four and water, so he dumped the ba-
sin of water that he got from beneath
the refrigerator into the bucket of flour.
The cook, who had been in the back
yard. caught him in the act and dragged
him to his mother. The cook was Sc
yerely kicked on the shins and bitten on
the hand all the way.
"Now, Sammy" said his mother. with
grave reproach-
Ten minutes later Sammy was discoy-
4 =. Of inf h0hV a.
ter's nose green and yellow and red and
purple with toy brush and set of colors
that belonged to his outfit of piaythings.
Sammy, my precious. why will You do
such naughty things?" inquired his moth
er. feeling of her aching head.
Awhile later. happening to pass
through the sitting room, his mother
found little Sammy industriously engag-
ed in cutting the buttons from the sur
face of the leather couch with a case
knife.
Sammy" said she, solemnly, Il shall
spank you IL ever | catch you doing such
thing again"
When n woman friend called upon her
last before luncheon, clad in a handsome
white and black foulard dress. little Sam
nay saw his opportunity. He sneaked
back to the kitchen. got hold OF damp
stick OF stove polish, crept up on his
mothers visitor with an innocent expires.
sion of countenance and, suddenly reach
ing out, dabbed several big splotches OF
stove polish on the foulard dress.
'Why, Sammy Sleevelinks, aren't you
ashamed of yourself?" exclaimed his
mother while Sammy, bursting with joy,
made for the back yard, and her visitors
face screwed up into a tight expression
that plainly said, "Oh, | wouldn't do q
thing to that one il owned him."
After luncheon little Sammy tried a lit
tie experiment with his guinea pig. He
tied a piece OF rope around the guinea
pigs neck, filled baby's bathtub with
water and dropped the guinea pig there
in. The guinea pig was only three parts
dead from drowning when little Sammy's
mother nailed him.
Aren't you bit sorry for the poor lit
lie piggy?" she asked Sammy.
The above is only the merest outline of
title Sammy's deviltries during the day
lie was demure and sweet and quiet
lagel child, in his nice little white duck
ailor suit. when his father got home
that evening from the office. He played
around with the beautiful innocence OF
angel childhood while his father and
mother sat in the front yard after dinner.
As thus they sat there two little 5-year
I'D boys across the street. next door
ncighbors, got TO belsboring each other
and yelling.
I'D just like TO have the handling Of
those whelps Of kids for about "A hours, +"
said little Sammy's father to little Sam.
my's mother.
well. thank goodness gracious. our
little Sammy isn't like them" said little
Sammy's mother. Hes mammals bless
ed little angel, that's what he is, and he
gives mamma no more trouble than
etc, etc.
Moral.-There isn't any.--W ashingtop
Star.