The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1906-03-28

door is playing the banjo and below.
ing like a hungry calf"
"Eut he DOESN'T know that your
friend is dead"
Put he 1ught to know. Some in
st::nct ought to warn him, and it would
If he were half human. l wouldn't have
believed that such things could be in
this the twentieth century. Listen to
that. will you:"
The man in the next house gave the
strings seventeen preparatory twangs
and then sang:
my Nancy. she says that she loves me,
And she will be true unto me,
And l am ALLOWING my Nancy,
And l will be true unto She"
Wouldn't stand For It.
"That's got to stop!" hoarsely whis-
pered Mr.. Bowser as he shook his fist
at the partition wall.
But the mar has a moral and legal
right to play and sing in his own
house," replied Mrs. Bowser.
Il deny it. l deny that any human
being has a right to yawp around when
my old schoolmate Is dead. 1t is moth
Ing short Of sacrilege. If he doesn't
top
He was interrupted again by the man
next door. He twanged a flourish and
then sang:
"My Nancy's a red headed maiden:
Her eyes are of indigo blue:
Her feet they remind me of g%unboats,
But that's nothing to Tommy or you"
"More of it. Mrs. Bowser-more of
It." was whispered. Think how Joe
and l played together in our boyhood
days, kissed the same girl, fought
Nth the same boys, went in SWIM
ming together in the same deep hole.
and hen think of this! BY the bobtail-
ed r%hinoceros of Jericho, there is going
to be murder done!"
Nonsense" replied Mrs. Bowser. Il
tell you that any one has a right to do
as he will i'll his own house. Why not
go up to your room? You won't hear
the noise so plainly there. He'll get
tired of making a noise pretty soon and
go to rpaliu@."
The Outrage on Poor Joe.
but he's so to quit right now.
tell you it's an outrage on poor Joe,
and | won't stand it. Send the girl in
TO tell him that if he doesn't dry up Ill
come in and pitch him head first out
DOORS"
You know l cant do that. She
wouldn't 20 on such an errand, but
even If she would the MAJ would only
defy you. II you'l only have patience
for a few minutes
The MAJ next door began tapping
his feet on the floor and singing:
1.-THE eyes OF my Nancy are squintful;
The toes of my Nancy turn in:
She humps up her bacE as she %saunters,
But a thousand she's got Of the tin"
"Where are you going?" asked Mrs.
BOwser al she made a grab at Mr..
Bowser.
I'm there to break his neck"
But you mustn't"
"But l will"
He broke away from her and passed
down the hall and outdoors. She ran
to the front window and saw him pass
into the gate of the next house and
ascend the steps. Then she heard the
bell ring and the man stop singing as
he reached:
8 Nancy and me will be married,
And Nancy will ever be true.
And together We'll live
Then there were EXPLANATIONS, then
cuss words, then the sounds Of scuf-
ding and wrestling and dragging out.
Then Mrs. Bowser caught sight Of Mr..
Bowser being flung of the steps into
the snow. his arms and legs spread out
frog fashion. She opened the door as
be came limping up the steps. His
sti6 hat was caved in, his nose bleed
Ing and his coat and vest torn open.
well. you did it, didn't youY" she
said as she surveyed him.
"You 80 to thunder" he answered as
he passed her and went upstairs.
NJ. QUAD.