DIDN'T WANT LEECHES.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue VIII, 24 August 1895, Page 248

DIDN'T WANT LEECHES.

•What’s good for a black eye?’ asked a tough-looking young man of a Kirkdale druggist the other evening. * Leeches are considered first rate,’ replied the druggist, * but where is the black eye ?’ * It’ll come later on—in about an hour from now. I’m hunting a feller down to lick him, and I thought I’d have things all fixed if I got a black eye. I'll probably drop in about ten o’clock.’ *AU right; come any time.’ At 10 30 the young man returned, and after a glance at him the druggist said : * So you didn’t find your man ?’ * Yes, I did,’ was the reply. ' But you didn’t have a fight?' ‘Yes, I did.’ ‘ Well he didn’t black your eye, anyhow ?’ * No, he didn’t black my eye; but look here !’ He held out five teeth which had been knocked out of his mouth, and bis whole face wore a look of disgust as he pawed them over with his finger, and continued : * I don’t know much about leeches, but I’ll bet long odds they can’t put these things back in my jaws. Guess the man I want to see is either a shoemaker or a dentist.’