The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1907-12-07

tu NJ tHe cat Nh W Wuuh'Etuk NHNthSA
Il was cat or u calf and then finally
queried'
"Mlsher Bowshcr, arc you friend OF
minef'
~Ccrtainly,"
"Good frlendg" y
"Ycs."
"won't never. never gimme awayr
"Ncvrr."
"rhen I'll toll you something. rye
had more fun tonight than I've ever
had IN all my life before"
"You organized tho Bnttermilk
cluby'
"Ycs: ak OF us. aud I'm president Of
II. f.ectcd by admiration"
"you mean ncclamation, And you
drank buttermilkr
I'VE drnnk~-we drank~.we drank
Shay, Misher Bowsher. you good friend
OF mine. aln't you"
Il told you | was. You drank but
termilk. aud this IA tho effect II had on
you. pr. Wilson will be somewhat 40.
tonishcd at the report"
Mr.. Bowser laughed and slapped his
leg. Then he laughed ana chucked
Mrs. Rowser under the chin. Then
he roarrd and picked up the cat and
tossed him on TO the lounge. ten feet
| away.
"will you tell mo what's tho mat
terf' was asked.
"Ycsh Course l will. You my best
friend, Tell you anything We had a
barrel OF buttcrmIlk,"
YES"
"Fresh buttcrmllk sweet buttermilk
cool butlcrtnik, pocker Wilson shaid
WE must drink eight gallons apiece.
What you s'puBc we did, Mishcr Bow
sher ha, la. ha"
~ should say, judging from your
present condition tha! you drank the
buttcrmiik,"
caaa Wrer3 Again.
"No. we dGn';, You're wrong You
won't never never gimme away, will
your"
"No."
Honest lnjunw
Honest lnJun,"
"Then III tell you all about Il. Shay.
we fooled Decker Wilson like thunder
--ha, I'm, hn. Best Joke you ever heard
Of. Why. we laughed I'll we all fell
on 'er iloor-ha, ha, hal"
"Whnt did you laEgh aboutY'
"Why we took that barrel of but
tcrmilk and poured 1t NIL down my
back aud then drank eight quarts Of
champagne, Did for fact Yes.
poured II all down my back, Don't
you never shay word about 1t. Doc
ker Wilson would want to kill us. We
are going to report that bultermllk Is
good for ~for-~good for-ha, la. ha''
And Mr., Bowser laughed and CUR
gIed and slapped his leg and rocked
his body to and fro until there seemed
10 be danger Of stroke OF apoplexy.
Mrs. Bowser examined his back and
found II soppng wet from butterinilk
or water. aud she expressed her feel
ings by saying
"Wcll, man Of your age ought to be
ashamed Of himselfH
"Man my agef" he echoed. "Mlsher
Bowsher, I'm only hundred years
old. Had a birthday only other day,
Just hundred. and I'm gay old
sport It's all right to be gay old
sport--all right. Shay, you halnt go.
ing to tell Decker Wilson, are your"
"IIe ought to be told"
"But don't do IT, II would break his
heart. When got down where the
: fellers was one of 'em shays to me, he
shays:
"'Mtsher Bowsher, are you a hogT
"'Nct by durn sight shays I.
"Neither are the rest Of us, and sho
we are going to drink champagne
'stead Of buttermilk.'
And Mr.. Bowser got down on the
. floor with his head under the table,
put one foot up on the rocker, and In
about a minute he waa sound asleep.
Mrs. Bowser went up TO bed and left
D him thus. As she came down next
/ morning he was just getting to hia
! feet.
I "WellT she queried as she stood be-
} fore him.
I'll 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
D that buttermilk theory amounts ID
shucks.' NJ, QUAD.