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A PANIC ABOUT WOPSY TOPSY.

Bbiqos has a boy baby, about ten months old who is admitted to look just like his father, and to bo the smartest baby boy in G. street. ' Th«» other morning the child was sitting on the floor! playing with fire or six buttons on a string, and taking an occasional nibble at an apple to bring out hi a first crop of teeth. Mrs Briggs and I neighbour 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 bis throat, and he gave a cough, and a whoop, and pawed the air, and roiled over on his head.

Oh, them buttons! He has swallowed them battens I cried the mother, as she yanked him up and shook him.

“ Pound him on the back 1” yelled the other woman, trying to hold the baby's legs still, “ Ban for the neighbours I” cried Mrs Briggs. ** Oh, he 11 die I he’ll die !’* screamed the other, as she ran out. *

And the neighbours came in, and madehimlie on his stomach and cough, and then turned him on me back, robbed his stomach, and jogged him about all sorts of ways until ho got mad and went to howling. Then the boy ran for Briggs, and Briggs ran for the doctor, and the doctor earns and choked the baby, and ordered sweet oil and a mustard plaster, and told them to hold him on his back. Everybody knew that those six buttons were lodged in the baby’s throat, because he was red in the face, and because he strangled as he howled and wept. They poured down sweet oil, and put a mustard plaster across him, and wept over him, and the mother said she never could forgive herself. The doctor was looking serious, and Briggs was thinking ho hadn’t done anything to deserve such a blow, when on© of the women pushed the mat and discovered the buttons, 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 topsy hopsy dropsy popsy little cherub, “draerican Jpnper.

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Bay of Plenty Times, Volume II, Issue 177, 16 May 1874, Page 3

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A PANIC ABOUT WOPSY TOPSY. Bay of Plenty Times, Volume II, Issue 177, 16 May 1874, Page 3

A PANIC ABOUT WOPSY TOPSY. Bay of Plenty Times, Volume II, Issue 177, 16 May 1874, Page 3

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