A SHOCKING BAD HAT.

Thames Star, Volume IIII, Issue 1699, 13 June 1874, Page 2

A SHOCKING BAD HAT.

Wo learn from newspaper slip's «nd private letters of a rather ridiculous oc I currence in Norwalk, Ohio.' The Ken/ is a prominent' and ' much-respected - deacon—Deacon C. f we understand., ,The other' Sunday he started for church with an old hat on his head.- It was an easy hat and the gentleman ej.joyed it. It appears there are pegs. to.hans hats-on in the churches there.. Ho thui disposed oF his headgear on reaching the church, and took his seat with the congre'eationWhen the service was over ha lingered as is customary and proper' for deacons to do. He finally reached the porch, and stopped for his hat, and any respectable citizen can imagine the horror he enfe? nenced on beholding but one hat left, an! that a most dilapidated and scandalouslooking article, 110 could feel his blood boil within him as he looked at it and thought of the mutton-head who owned it, and had walked off with his glossy bearer instead. He said out aloud that the owner was a mutton-head, and ground his deacon-T irh heel into the floor, and felt muchreh'e* ved by so doing. Then he tied a hanker-^ chieF about his head, because the old hat was much to large for him, and he could uot wear it, even if flesh and spirited not revolted against the spectacle. He told the sexton that hat must hare been built m aJf r% dock> aud tn°onlj< thing that troubled him in the matter was how a man with a head of that size got info the church anyway. Then he stalked 1 majestically homeward, with the redhandkerchief wound about his head, and the detestable hat held at arm's length ~ ahead of him, and altogether forming * '" spectacle,that fastened the attention ot every beholder. Arriving.. home,. lie extended the obnoxious article towards his wife, and waiting an instant for her to take in the awful enormity of the offence* he explosively shouted, " Juoolc at that villainous rag I" The lady looked *t it, and jwas astonished. " I don't wonder you are sick," he howled morosely; *iJt makes me sick <o think of the bull-head who owns such a smoke-stack palming off on me, and taking .my new bearer for himself in. mistake I (he ground this out with withering sarcasm). A pretty mistake I must say when this miserable rag is big enough. to .cover .a cart, and filthy enough to make a "crow* sick." "But that's your ereryday hat," asserted his wife in still greater astonishment "My hat" gasped the amazed deacon*, staring at her with his eyes halfway out of their sockets, and then laughing hysterically, and shivering from head to foot. " Certainly it, is,", persisted his wife, "and here s your best hat," taktng that article fr,m its accustomed place', and holding it out to him. Without a word the miserable man. sank into .a chair, and after staring blankly at his wife for a moment slowly said: . ".The ways of Providence are past finding dut—rub my' Head. Mai tildy"—DanburyJSews.. *„.-/ ~