MEDDLE NOT WITH ANOTHER’S HICCUPS.

Globe, Volume IV, Issue 326, 29 June 1875, Page 3

MEDDLE NOT WITH ANOTHER’S HICCUPS.

A young gentleman had been told that a sudden shock or fright would cure the hiccups, and the other evening, while he was studying his lesson for the morrow by drawing a picture of the schoolma’am on the slate, his respected progenitor was seized with a fit of hiccups. The old gentleman was tilted back in his chair, with his feet resting on the top of the stove, and the young hopeful concluded to try the cure on him. Just as the old man was “rasting” with a heart-breaking “hie,” the boy jumped and yelled “Fire!” The old man was just getting out “ cuh—cuh,” but he never got it out. He gave a jump which tilted over the chair, and in endeavouring to regain his lost equilibrium, his feet flew up against the table, upsetting it and a student lamp which stood upon it, and his head landed in the ashes on the stove hearth. The old lady, hearing the racket, came running in from the kitchen, and tripped over the old man’s prostrate form, knocking down a whatnot with a lot of glass and china ornaments. When that boy’s fatherarose from the wreck and shook the ashes and splinters of glass out of his hair and clothes, he was cured of the hiccups, but there was a look of sternness in his eye. The boy can’t play tag now, and he sits on the edge of the seat at school, and lies on his front when in bed, and silently murmurs that the old man can hiccup his old head off before he will try to cure him again.—The Hub.