Why Everybody Laughed.

Otago Witness, Issue 1892, 8 May 1890, Page 42

Why Everybody Laughed.

The Adventure of a Young Newspaper Man and Pboud Father.

A certain young newspaper man, who toils for his ducats nob far from the North American office, recently became the proud father of the handsomest baby in the world. (He says it's the handsomest;, and he ought to know.) Last Saturday was his day off, and he and his wife thought they would give the town a treat by taking the baby out and exhibiting it to the admiring multitude. They made two short calls on friends, and the lady concluded to do some shopping, too, while she was out. The baby is a fine, healthy youngster, and after a while it began to get heavy. Hubby had been carrying it, and to relieve him and allow him to stretch his cramped arms the young mother took a turn with it. Before long the proud father was agaiD staggering along with the precious load, and alter that they took turn about in carrying it. Then a brilliant thought struck the father. Why not buy a baby coach? They needed oue anyhow, and might as well buy it while they were out aud wheel tootsywootsy home in comfort. To think was to :icL, aud in a little while the fond parents weie pushing a gorgeous coach down Chestnut street, with the hope, expressed by the father, that some of the boys on the other papers could see the .finest baby they ever laid their eyes upon. At first they were oblivious to everything but how well the baby looked in tlifi coach, but hubby finally begin tv notice that people coming towards them sepmod to see something funny. He could not understand what it all meant, and concluded to investigate.

" You wheel the coach while I go ahead and see what's the matter," he said to his wife.

He passed the coach a dozen yards or so and then turned back. One look at the coach made him blush and then shake with laughter. They were near Ninth street, and he told his wife to cross over while he wheeled. She crossed the street ahead of the coach, then turned, gave a glance, and with a feeling that beat sea sickness and the grippe combined clutched a lamp-post for support. There in front of the coach was the placard which the careless dealer had forgotten to take off marked in big black letters, " Our own make."