Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1917-12-06
which Charlie Kunzelman, Bill Carrot

WHICH CudII10 huiIz0IlHdu, Dill CdfrOll
and the girls were going. The girls,
knowing the rivalry between Hank
Hook and |, kindly put my hair in
curl-papers for the occasion. Now at
that time there had appeared on my
upper lip a kind Of downy fuzz of a
very nearly white color, which my
youthful imagination told me would be
3 presentable mustache if it's color or
lack Of color could be remedied l
knew that my father had a chemical
compound concealed about the prem
ises, that he used on his hair with
good results, but to get hold Of this,
unknown to the old folks, was task
which very nearly caused me to aban-
don the idea. However, fate decided
that father should go to town that day
and mother was called to one Of the
neighbors' for a few minutes on an err
rand. Here was the long desired op-
portunity offered at the last moment,
SO to. speak. was not long in going
through fathers desk, where I found
the cherished chemicals, but no hint
of their devilish nature. I hastily
dabbed on a quantity where / thought
it would do the most good, fearing
mothers return, and then retired to
back field to fix some fence and allow
the dye to develop IN the sun, as [
understood was necessary. Here Jones
appeared upon the scene, having been
sent by my unsuspecting mother. Now
I was somewhat acquainted with Jones,
he having lived at one time, for a,
short while, in our neighborhood, and
he was always ~asso ciated in my mind,
and is even to this day, with an old
shot gun whose barrel was Of enor-
nous length, and with which he pur-
sued the festive duck and cotton-tail,
ct al. The barrel Of this gun was SO
long in fact that Jones was obliged to
climb upon the fence to pour in the
powder and shot, and frequently when
he spied cottail he was forced to
back up several PAGES to bring the
game before the muzzle of his weapon.
could gently brighten them until they
had swan beyond the end of the gun
Well, on Jones' arrival he seemed.
much pleased to see me, and think
be was really, for after he had made
known his business as agent for a
reaper company and taken his depart
ure, I went to the house expecting to
behold in the glass a facsimile Of
some Of the midwest characters in
the New York Ledger. | beheld, in
stead, a beautiful example of "camou-
f1age" In fact, I believe if he had
held his elongated shotgun with the
muzzle against my chest, Jones could
not have told at that distance to save
his life whether he was facing wild
man from Borneo," or a mess of black
bean "cussafosh." / lost no time in
applying soap and water, but the re-
moval of much dirt only showed the
black patches with which / was dec
GRATED, more plainly. And there was
but little of my face that had escaped
the spatters of the chemical fend. At
last, in sheer desperation, secured a
piece of sandpaper, and succeeded, by
loss of more or less cuticle, in corral
ling the dark territory to a patch IN
der my nose. | went with the rest of
the folks to the dance, and got along
faa until about sunrise the next morn
ing, when the dance broke up and a
call to breakfast given. Then | was
forced into the limelight, and had to