. Wit, humor and pathos . o comes here, she looks up blushingly,and, in the lauguage of Swinburne, poetically remarks: There ! somebodys coming—dont look so— Get up on your own chair again—Cant you seem as if nothing had happened? I neer saw such geese as you men ! UNCLE CONSIDER AS A CRUSADER. HOW HE JOINED THE LADIES. This morning UncleConsider returned fromthe temperance crusade inthe West. What have you beendoing, Uncle? I asked asthe old maxi sat polishinghis German silver glasseswith his red bandana handkerchief. Ive been crusadin with thetemprance wimmen, Eli—been stab-ilising tempranee
. Wit, humor and pathos . o comes here, she looks up blushingly,and, in the lauguage of Swinburne, poetically remarks: There ! somebodys coming—dont look so— Get up on your own chair again—Cant you seem as if nothing had happened? I neer saw such geese as you men ! UNCLE CONSIDER AS A CRUSADER. HOW HE JOINED THE LADIES. This morning UncleConsider returned fromthe temperance crusade inthe West. What have you beendoing, Uncle? I asked asthe old maxi sat polishinghis German silver glasseswith his red bandana handkerchief. Ive been crusadin with thetemprance wimmen, Eli—been stab-ilising tempranee bar-rooms forreligious people, and— Where — a — bouts, Uncle? Iinterrupted. Why, over in Springfield, where Abe Linkums monument is. Thar these wimmen war a processin around in a great crowd. As they kum by the depo I ask^- one of the pretty gals whar the soin society waz. * Whear you all crusadin to? sez I. Crusadin to ! sez she, Why, we aint a crusadin/nywhere; we are a visitin saloons — IM JES READY TO CRUISE AROUND WITH PRETTY, GALLUS- lookin GIRLS. 56 We are organized to put down whiskey. Wont youjine in, old man? I told er I wud. Sez I, Young woman, thats mezackly, Im jes reddy to cruise round with pretty,gallus-lookin gals any time, and, as fur visitin saloons,Im jes tome thar, too Ive visited a dog-on manysaloons in my day, and, when it comes to puttin downwhiskey, young woman, sez I, 1 spose I kin put downmore whiskey, an hard cider, an Jamaky rumthan No, no, old man! we want you to pray in thesaloons—pray for the rumsellers and All right, sez I, thats me agin. Ive preyedround all the rumsellers and into all the saloons inNew York, from Harry Hills to Jerry Thomass, foryears, and its jes nothin but boys play to prey roundthese little country saloons. But whos to furnish the money, young woman?-z I. Money, old man ? Why, this is a labor of love,sez she, a colring up—a priceless privlege—withoutmoney and without price, an All right
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