Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1910-04-30
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to make me, however-two of them
II you become an expert boxer you
won't engage in prizefght for money.
will you?"
"What-me Mrs. Bowser, in a prize
fight? You need't be afraid of that. |
may scrap with some of the gay old
boys at the club for fun. but you
needn't worry about the rest What's
the other promise?"
"Mr. Bowser. you are an impctuouS
man. When you get excited you are
a hard person to hold back"
''Ies. guess | am." grinned Mr..
Bowser. Il see now what you are
after. You are afraid III get excited
and knock the professors block Off.
They call the head IL block"
But you won't. will you?'
mo, not quite. When my shoulders
begin to loosen I'll give the professor
all he wants to do to keep away from
me. but | won't knock him out-that
IS, won't till the last lesson"
Mrs. Bowscr said that was ever 50
sweet and kind of him. and Mr. Bow
ser went up to the attic to prepare his
shoulders for the coming event FIT
teen minutes later Professor Dunka-
van rang the bell. He had plug hat
on his head and a green bag beside
him. His head was under his hat.
and the boxing gloves were in the
shown to the attic, but Mrs Bowser
asked him to sit down for moment.
Thereupon they entered into conf
Dental conversation which the report
ers have not got on to yet That con
versation included Mr.. Bowser's shoul-
ders, the professor. the boxing gloves.
sum of money and something to hap
pen fifteen minutes later
ut can be done, can itT' asked Mrs
Bowser at last
"Oh. yes"
And it won't hurt much?"
Not so much as pulling a TOOTH"
"And then his shoulders will be all
right?"
"Perfectly so, ma'am. l have never
known it to fail"
And what remedies shall l have at
hand?"
Just put the camphor bottle under
his nose. If he is little light headed
give him a drink of wine"
Dull Thud and Nurse.
The professor was shown the way to
the attic, and he found Mr. Bowser
prepared and waiting. Mrs. BOWSer
crept up the stairs far enough to keep
the run of events.
They donned the mitts.
They squared off.
They danced around for 4 moment.
Then there was fall.
Two minutes later the professor ap
pealed and smiled and nodded and
was let outdoors.
Then Mrs Bowser ascended to the
attic with camphor and wine and sat
down by the PROSTATE and shoulder
bound man and took his head in her
lap and put the camphor bottle to his
nose He snored and slept, but finally
opened his eyes and struggled to sit
ting position.
did | kill him?" he asked in a
hoarse whisper.
"Oh, no." replied Mrs. Bowser.
But where am I-what is it?"
you are in your own comfy little
attic, and the professor has departed"
"And | knocked-l knocked'-
"Oh, no, you didn't. 1t was the pro-
fessor that knocked your block off.
The block Is the head, you know, but
we old sports say block. How are
the shoulder bound blades?'
Never a word did Mr.. Bowser answer.
He drank the wine, and when his wab-
bly, knees would permit he followed
her down to the sitting room and fell
on to the lounge and in two minutes
was fast asleep. Mrs. Bowser looked
at him in sympathetic way for sew
eral minutes and then took up her
book and murmured:
Poor Mr.. Bowser! But then some
body might have stepped on his foot
in the street Cart