The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1907-03-14

/ prepared to record for the benefit of
science. He lost no time in beginning:
Have assumed as easy position
House quiet Mrs. Bowser gone to
bed. No care on my mind
Am looking up at the ceiling. The
popcorn man is passing the house and
calling his wares. but | am seeking to
make myself oblivious of the fact.
! Big toe on the left foot begins to
feel numb. Is it possible that sleep
| first makes its appearance through the
toes?
Il seem to feel slight draft of cold
air on my head. Perhaps that is the
pressure of drowsiness.
There is an itching sensation in the
right heel. Am l about to discover
| that humanity goes to sleep through
/ its heels? II so, all theories thus far
advanced will fall to the ground and
the Bowser theory take their places.
Draft of cold continues. Must the
| human scalp become cooled off before
sleep will come? This line of thought
is worth following.
Right leg suddenly gave jerk.
Left leg seemed to want to get up
| off the lounge
| On Brink of Discovery.
Il don't want to fush things but it
seems to me that I am on the brink of
an important discovery.
Il have just felt a twitching of the
| ears.
The jerk of the right leg has been
renewed
I'm my thoughts | had gone back to
boyhood days when both legs suddenly
drew up at once as if was trying to
climb n ladder.
LAS the above motions we're follow
ed by a numb feeling in the back of
my neck nothing is yet decided.
More twitching of the ears.
! Strange sensations in both big toes
How Mrs. Bowser can 60 to bed and
snore away with such momcntouS
question undecided is puzzle to me.
My eyes are now fastened on one
particular spot on the ceiling, and am
thinking of the cider mill down on the
old farm.
Il now see the mill just as it used to
stand
Il now start to enter it to take a
drink.
The mill now vanishes.
Il think sleep is coming. While | am
not exactly satisfied. it seems to come
more from the brain than the feet. No
ones feet can think of cider mill.
Il may be dreaming or | may be
awake but it seems to Inc as IL could
hear the wailing of eats in the back
yard
LAS near rs can make out my right
foot shot out Il moment ago, as if kick
ing a feline.
"A sort OF numb feeling in the right
shoulder.
THE prickly sensation is present in
both heels.
The body seems to be almost asleep,
while the brain is still active
1T seems to me that there are cats
in the kitchen downstairs. but. of
course. this is impossible Am | to dis
cover that one has TO think OF cats for
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come? If SO, the statement is bound to
make great sensation.
Have tried to turn my thoughts into
various other channels, but they arbi-
trarily return TO cats.
Il think hear cats softly ascending
the basement stairs.
Il think | hear them in this very
room.
Il think they are led by our own
yaller eyed old feline, and that
Failed to Announce Theory.
But the data ended there Yells of
terror brought Mrs. BOwser, who had
not yet gone to bed, downstairs, and
| the sight that greeted her eyes was Il
lively one. She had left the back door
open in turning out the cat, and he, fol
| lowed by half a dozen others of his
| tribe, had entered to see how Mr. Bow
ser's theory was panning out. Some
| disagreement took place after they had
| reached the sitting room, and as the
| lounge seemed to be the strategic point
all made for it, and Mr.. Bowser was
instantly buried under a mass of fight
| ing cats.
Why try to picture the situation in
words? Why seek to reproduce his
yells and whoops and swear words?
Why give the details of the wild flee
ing and the wilder pursuit and the Ian
guage addressed to the laughing Mrs.
Bowser when the last feline had
struck the snowdrifts in the back
yard? Let it suffice that the Bowser
theory on how sleep comes has not yet
been put forth to the world, and he
may never again seek TO solve it.
NJ. QUAD.