Why He Swore Off.
The janitor of the dime museum on Market street was dusting off the anacondas early this morning when a woman appeared leading a man who had evidently just finished tinting the bailiwick a dark purple. " Come in here a momet, dear," said the woman coaxingly.
" Ain — hie — got 'ime," hiccoughed the frightful example. "Got ter — hie — meet man clown town — hie — em-er-important biz." " But I want you to look at some bologna sausage before I buy it," and dexteriously paying the doorkeeper she steered her worser half up in front of the boa constrictor case. " Those look nice, don't they, George ?" The rattled citizen glared at the serpents, clung to his wife's arm, and muttered huskily as he wiped his brow with trembling hands. "Are — hie — are — those — sausages — hie — Maria?"
" Why, of course, dear. How many shall we get?"
With a hollow groan the miserable man started for the door. " Take me home, Maria — take me home and send for the doctor ! I'm going to swear off this time for good, It's time for me to let go !" — San Francisco Post.
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Otago Witness, Issue 1764, 12 September 1885, Page 27
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186Why He Swore Off. Otago Witness, Issue 1764, 12 September 1885, Page 27
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