THE MAN WHO WANTED TO PUT SOME BIG WORDS IN HIS SPEECH.

Dunstan Times, Issue 771, 26 January 1877, Page 3

THE MAN WHO WANTED TO PUT SOME BIG WORDS IN HIS SPEECH.

A man wearing passably good clothes and a look of mental anxiety entered a produce store on Wood bridge-street yesterday noon, and, finding only a clerk in possession, asked : ‘ Say, ate yon party well posted on big words V ‘ I know quite a large number of big words,’ replied the clerk as he finished footing up a column of figures. ‘ Well, then, here’s the situa ion,’ continued the stranger,‘l live out here apiece, and am something of a big gun around home. When anything is going on they call me out for a speech. 1 made one on election day, another that night, and another next morning, and row I’m laying the sleepers for a speech to eclipse ’em all.’ ‘ What sort of a speech ?’ inquired Cm clerk. ‘ Political, of course. My other speeches were political, but were very plain. This time I want to get in some old sockers—a few regular old ( twisters. For one thing, I thought I would declare this country in a state of—what do you call it?’ ‘ Peace ?’ 1 Ho, sir ; I mean confusion, excitement. and so on. There’s a word to Signify it, but I can’t speak it.’ * A djoct terrorism ?’ suggested the cleric. ‘ Ho, no It’s archany, or some thing of the kind.’ * I guess you moan anarchy, don’t you ?’ * I do—l do. Bless me if I haven’t been trying for a whole hour to get that word ! That’s the very thing When called out I want to lead off with : Fellow citizens, the tyrant has shown his hand, and arnica reigns supremo. I guess that will knock’em.’ ‘ You don’t mean nrnida you mean anarchy,’ protested the clerk. 1 That’s what I mean, of course ; but every time I think of anarchy I get it arnica, and I don’t know but I’ll have to give np the speech.’ ‘ Write it down,’ said the clerk The man took Up the pen, scratched his nose reflectively, and wrote, 1 A-r----k-a-n-y ’ Holding up the pen he waved his hand, and begun : ‘ Peace has fled nndarkany reigns in the land.’ ‘I told you it was anarchy,’ called the clerk. ‘That’s so—that’s so. This suspense is telling on my memory like a fit of sickness. How, then, a-n-a-rk-y, anarky, and don’t you forget it You needn’t say anything about my calling in here.’ * Oh, that’s all right !’ replied the clerk. ‘ Over seven-eighths of the best speakers in town have come to me for big words.’ ‘Many thanks. And now, fellow citizens, peace has fled far. far away and arkany reins.— Hold on 1 Is that the right word ?’ He halted at the door to examine the slip of paper, and after repealing the right word over sevehil times, he went on ; ‘ A state rf anarky is upon us and where will it end ?’ He seemed satisfied with that until he reached Woodward avenue. At j that point ho appeared to become inspired again, and said : ‘Arnica! Arnica! and where will it end?'—Detroit Free Press.