Duffy said he
was afraid Pa would get mad if he hit him, and Pa said, 'nonsense, boy,
knock me down if you can, and I will laugh ha! ha!' Well, Duffy he hauled
back and gave Pa one on the nose, and another in both eyes, and cuffed him
on the ear and punched him in the stomach, and lammed him in the mouth and
made his teeth bleed, and then he gave him a side winder in both eyes, and
Pa pulled off his boxing gloves and grabbed a chair, and we adjourned and
went down stairs as though there was a panic. I haven't seen Pa since. Was
his eye very black?"
"Black, I should say so," said the grocery man. "And his nose seemed to be
trying to look into his left ear. He was at the market buying
beefsteak to put on it."
"O, beefsteak is no account. I must go and see him and tell him that an
oyster is the best thing for a black eye. Well, I must go. A boy has a
pretty hard time running a house the way it should be run," and the boy
went out and hung up a sign in front of the grocery: "_Frowy Butter a
Speshulty_."
CHRISTMAS TREES.
There is too much dress parade about Christmas. Too many Christmas trees
where rich children get club skates, and gold napkin rings, and poor
children get pop corn strung on a string, and cornucopias full of
peppermint candy.
THE BOB-TAILED BADGER.
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