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A PANIC ABOUT WOPSY POPSY.

Briggs has a boy baby, about ten months old, who is admitted to Idofc/'just like his father, and to be the smartest boy baby of his age in Gr.-street. The other morning the child was sitting on the floor, playing with five or six buttons on a string, and taking an occasional nibble at an apple to bring out his first crop of teeth. Mrs Briggs. and a neigh* bor! were talking away as 'only women can gossip, when the baby hid the buttons under a mat and started to finish the apple. A bit of the skin got in < his throat, and he gave a cough and a whoop, and pawed the air, and rolled over on his head. " Oh, them buttons! He has swallowed them buttons !" cried the mother, as she yanked him up and shook him. " Pound him on the back ! " yelled the other woman, trying to hold the baby's legs still. "Kuu for the neighbours!" cried Mrs Briggs. Oh, he'll die! he'll die! screamed the other, as she ran out. And the neighbors came in. and made him lie on his stomach and cough and +- then turned him on his back; and rubbed his stomach, and jogged him about all sorts of ways until he got mad and went howling. Then the boy ran for Briggs, and Briggs - ran for the doctor, and the doctor came and choked the baby, and ordewdv sweet oil and a rouitard plaster, and told them to hold Him on hia back. Everybody knew that tKoieiix buttons were lodged in the baby's throat because he was red in the face, and be. cause he strangledas he howled and wept* They poured down sweet pil, and gut a mustard plaster across mm, and wept over, him and his mother said she could never forgive herself. The doctor was looking serious, and Briggs was thinking that he hadn't done anything to deserve such a blow when ' one of the' women pushed the mat and discovered the buttons. \ iH, 4 « Then everybody laughed and danced and they kicked the sweet-oil bottle under the bed, threw the mustard plaster at the doctor, and Mrs Briggs.. hugged the howling angel to her'bosom and called him her "wopsy topay hopfy dropsy popsy littlo ofter»b/'-*-jSm^rjoau paper.

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Thames Star, Volume III, Issue 1679, 21 May 1874, Page 2

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A PANIC ABOUT WOPSY POPSY. Thames Star, Volume III, Issue 1679, 21 May 1874, Page 2

A PANIC ABOUT WOPSY POPSY. Thames Star, Volume III, Issue 1679, 21 May 1874, Page 2

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