The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1907-12-11
Certainly"
Good friend"

Certainly"
Good friend:"
Eyes"
wont never. never gimme away"
"\ever."
Then I'll tell you something. I've
mad more finn tonight than I've ever
had i'll all my life before"
You organized the Buttermi,k
club"
Yes; six of us, and I'm president Of
1t. Iected by admiration
You mean reclamation. And you
drank buttermilk:
w drank-we drank-we drank
Shay. Misher Bowsher. you good friend
of mine, amt you:'
II told you l was. You drank but
termilk. and this is the effect it had on
you. DR.. Wilson will be somewhat as
tonished at the report"
Mr.. Bowser laughed and slapped his
leg. Then he laughed and chucked
Mrs. Bowser under the chin. Then
he roared and picked up the cat and
tossed him on to the lounge, ten feet
away.
"Will you tell me what's the mat
ter?" was asked.
"Yesh. Course l will. You my best
friend. Tell you anything. We had a
barrel of buttermilk."
Eyes"
"Fresh buttermilk-sweet buttermilk
cool buttermilk. Decker Wilson shaid
we must drink eight gallons apiece.
What you s'pose we did, Misher Bow
sher-ha. ha. ha!"
II should say, judging from your
present condition, that you drank the
buttermiik."
She's Wrong Again.
NO. we didn't. You're wrong. You
won't never. never gimme away, will
you?'
"NO."
Honest %!niun?"
"Honest Injun."
"Then III tell you all about 1t. Shay.
| we fooled Decker Wilson like thunder
-ha. ha, ha. Best joke you ever heard
of. Why, we laughed till we all fell
on 'er foor-ha. ha. ha!'
"What did YOU laugh about"
"Why we took that barrel of but
termilk and poured it all down my
back and then drank eight quarts Of
champagne. Did for q fact. Yes,
| poured it all down my back. Don.
| you never shay Il word about it. Doc
ker Wilson would want to kill us. We
! are going to report that buttermilk is
| good for-for-good for-ha, ha. ha'"
And Mr. Bowser laughed and CUR.
gled and slapped his leg and rocked
his body to and fro until there seemed
to he danger of a stroke of apopleXy.
Mrs. BOwser examined his back and
found it sopping wet from buttcrmilk
or water. and she expressed her feel
ings by saying:
well. a man of our age ought to be
ashamed Of himself".'
MAN my age?" he echoed. "Mishc"
Bowsher. I'm only a hundred years
old. Had Il birthday only other day.
Just a hundred, and I'm Ii gay old
sport. It's all right to be a gay OLD
sport-all right. Shay. you hain't 60
ing to tell Decker Wilson. are YOU"
He ought to be told"
But don't do it. 1t would break his
heart. When l got down where the
fellcrs WAS one of 'om shays to me. he
shays:
"'AIisher B%owsber, are you Il hog
"'Not by Il durn sight shays /.
"'Neither are the rest of us, and shA
we are going to drink champagne
stead of buttermilk.'
"Thash whash they shaid. MiShe.
Bowsher-thash whash they shaid-anh
they poured the buttermilk down my
back, and we had the champagne. and
and
And Mr.. Bowser got down on the
tloor with his head under the table.
put IL foot up on the rocker, and in
about a minute he "a sound asleep.
Mrs. Bowser went up to bed and left
him thus. AS she came down next
morning he was just getting to his
feet.
"Well:" she queried as she stood be-
fore him.
"l-1 got home late, and. not wishing
to disturb you, l lay down here. How
bright and happy you look this morn
ing. Let's have a kiss. l don't think
that buttermilk theory to
shucks.' NJ. QUAD.