The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1907-11-16
Certainly"
"GoOd friend"

"Certainly."
"Good frisnd?"
Eyes"
won't never, never gimme awayT
Never"
"rhen I'll tell you something. I've
had more fun tonight than I've ever
had in all my life before"
You organized the Buttermilk
club?"
"Yes; six Of us, and Pm president Of
1t. Lected by admiration"
you mean acclamation. And you
drank buttermilk?"
I'VE drank-we drank--we drank
Shay, Misher Bowsher, you good friend
of mine, amt you?"
IL told you ! 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 aud picked up the cat and
tossed him ON TO the lounge, ten feet
away.
"Will you tell me what's the mat
terT' was asked.
"Yesh. Course / will. You my best
friend. Tell you anything. We had u
barrel of buttermilk."
Yes"
"Fresh buttermll-sweet buttermIk
cool buttermilk. Decker Wilson shald
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
buttermilk."
She's Wrong Again.
"No, we didn't. You're wrong. You
won't never, never gimme away, will
youT"
mo"
Honest InjunT
Honest injun."
"Then I'll tell you all about II. 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 iloor-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
Did for a fact. Yes,
poured it all down my back. Don't
you never shay word about it. Doc
ker Wilson would want to kill us. We
ap 10 that ftnrn1t1l 10
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 be danger of "A stroke of apoplexy.
Mrs. Bowser examined his back and
found it sopplng wet from buttermilk
or water. and she expressed her feel
ings by saying:
"Well, man of your age ought to be
ashamed of himselfw
Man my ageT' he echoed. "Misher
Bowsher, I'm only hundred years
old. Had birthday only other day.
Just hundred, and I'm a gay old
sport. It's all right to be gay old
sport-all right. Shay. you hain't go
ing to tell Decker Wilson, are you?"
"IIe ought to he told"
"But don't do it. II would break his
heart. When l got down where the
fellers was one of 'em shays to me, he
shays:
'Misher Bowsher, are you hogT
"'Not by durn sight, shays |.
"'Neither are the rest of us, and sho
we are going TO drink champagne
stead OF buttermilk.'
"Thash whash they shaid, Misher
Bowsher-thash whash they shaid-and
they poured the buttermilS down my
back, and we had the champagne, and
and
And Mr.. Bowser got down on the
floor with his head under the table,
put one foot up on the rocker, and In
about minute he was 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.
"I--I got home late, and, not wishing
to disturb you, lay down here. How
bright and happy you look this morn
ing! Let's have kiss. don't think
that bhttermllk theory amounts to
shucks." nj. QUAD.
A Fortunate Qualification