Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-05-26
SuST LIKE HIS FATHER

Little Johnny Steenthstreet's cousin. an
other shaver of ten or Whereabouts. came
to Washington from somewhere over in
Maryland last week to spend couple of
days with Johnny Knowing that his lit
tie Maryland cousin was what children of
larger growth call IAN easy mark" and
that he would swallow virtually anything
that his city cousin told him without any
salt Whatsoever Johnny began to stun
the little Chap from the beginning of his
visit He ,Tantsd to impress little Zeke
with the fact that he, Johnny. was just
about right and pretty nearly the whole
works. When they were tucked into bed
on the first night of little Zeke's visit.
Johnny went at his cousin from the country
In manner something like this:
Say, Zeke. die read In the papers bout
the piceman l shot las week?
MOI said little Zeke. in tone OF great
surprise. Did you shoot one, Johnny-and
kill him?"
Yep" replied Johnny. KILLED him dead
Me and Tommy Nextdoor was a-playin
Skinny across in the lot. and this here po-
nceman he comes up and tells US we re
maxim too much noise. Tommy he wants
to run away, but / says to Tommy: Don't
you move on peril of your life. coward!
will protect thee! Then l asts the cop
what bizness 1t Is O. his. nohow. Then he
come a-runnin' to me- and when he was
collar, reaches over and grabs his pistol
out of his pocket and shoots him six times
iii the back of the head, and left him
a-layin' there"
"Cracky-' said little Zeke. wasn't you
arrested?"
Nav" replied little Johnny; nobody
seen me do it cept Tommy Nextdoor. and
1 give Tommy my new knife that paw give
me for my birthday for not sayin' anythin
bout it."
"Jes think O. that-to kill a pliceman!"
little Zeke half whispered. awe-inspired
'Oh. that's nothin'." continued little
Johnny. He wasn't the first I killed. not
by good deal Didn't you never hear
about the eight Injuns l killed out In
Omaha ma when l went out there las summer
with NAV to see my aunt?
No! said little Zeke. Eight InjunS!
N.Y.
'Yes. I split their heads wide open with
Ratchet. The kids out there they dared me
one night t walk two miles out of the city
to a graveyard and write my name on one
o the graves with a piece of charcoal,
and l wasn't goin to take no dares like
that. So. armng myself with my trusty
hatchet-it's the same Ratchet you seen
out In the woOdShed this af'noon-I went.
was writin' my name on the marble tomb
stone wen a big Injun. all covered with
blue and green and yellow paint, jumped
up in front of me-
Cursed child of the more cursed white
man! he said to me. and he shot straight
at me with big pistol he had In his hand.
ne uiuH Hlt me, ana before he could pun
the trigger again raised my trusty Ratchet
and split his head open. Seven more JUS
like him jumped up then. and l split all
their heads open. l brought all their scaps
back home with me. but l lost em yistiddy
aft'noon while I had EN- our airn' en-
Little Johnnys father and mother hap
pened. unbeknownst to Johnny. to be in the
next room while the shaver was thus relat-
ing the story of his heroic deeds by field
and of1od. and as he proceeded they drew
closer to the door of the boys room in order
to better hear the extraordinary ration
of the dongs of little Johnny as told by
himself.
Il believe I'll just whale that kid" said
Johnnys dad, when the boy paused for a
moment.
Johnny's mother however. rushed into
the boys room. pulled Johnny out of bed,
Rugged him tight and exclaimed:
Mammals darling! He's so like his
father!'