It is true they are a little
bit fringy about the bottoms, and the knees are worn through, and
concealment, like a worm in the bud, has gnawed the foundation all out of
them, but in a little town like Mauston, such things will not be noticed.
John, take them, in welcome, and when the cold winds--but you better carry
bricks in your coat tail pockets. That is the way we wore them the last
three or four years.
PECK'S BAD BOY AND HIS PA.
HIS PA DISSECTED.
"I understand your Pa has got to drinking again like a fish," says the
grocery man to the bad boy, as the youth came in the grocery and took a
handful of dried apples. The boy ate a dried apple and then made up a
terrible face, and the grocery man asked him what he was trying to do with
his face. The boy caught his breath and then said:
"Say, don't you know any better than to keep dried apples where a boy can
get hold of them when he has got the mumps? You will kill some boy yet by
such dum carelessness. I thought these were sweet dried apples, but they
are sour as a boarding house keeper, and they make me tired. Didn't you
ever have the mumps? Gosh, but don't it hurt though? You have got to be
darn careful when you have the mumps, and not go out bob-sledding, or
skating, or you will have your neck swell up biggern a milk pail.
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