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Globe, Volume IV, Issue 351, 28 July 1875, Page 3

On Thursday night, when a Sixth street man had to go to Wyandotte on business which detained him all night, his wife hardly slept a wink from fear he would get hurt; yet he hadn’t been home over half an hour yesterday morning, when it took two constables to unclasp her fingers from his hair, and pry her teeth off his ear. No man shows his insignificance and uselessness about the house to such a degree as when his wife is mopping up. lie feels this, and so does she, and he knows she feels it, which is worse still. To offer an adverse remark on such an occasion is about as insane an enterprise as an individual can embark upon. But a Patch street man did it on Saturday. His wife was mopping the kitchen floor, and he was moving about the room to keep out of the way of the wet broom, when he unhappily observed that wasn’t the way his mother did it. It was done in a flash. There was a sharp report as if three pounds of very wet and very dirty cloth had settled across a human face, and in the same instant a man went over a chair, and half way under a table, looking very much as if a mud volcano had kicked him in the head.