TAKING A PICTURE.

Globe, Volume V, Issue 549, 22 March 1876, Page 3

TAKING A PICTURE.

Her ' young man' went west some months ago. and is diligently engaged in growing up with the country. To exhibit his progress, in his last letter he sent on his picture. She supposed she was in duty bound to return one herself, so she persuaded her dad to bring her in yesterday and have the likeness struck off. They went into the best gallery, and the old man, who had taken several drinks of enthusiasm in the cause, remarked to the artist:—

" Look here, Mr Picturesquer, I've brought our Julie uphyarto have her fack similar tuk for her bo.' The old 'ooman's primed her up fitten to give a young colt the blind staggers. She's my brag, gal, you bet yer 'scopes on it! And we want a big tiu pictur' of her made that'll cost nine cents postage to kary it, or we don't want none at all.' 'AH right, my dear sir, have a seat,' replied the polite photographer. While the artist prepared for the work, Julie redisposed her crimps and worked her faceup into a gorgeous smile. ' All ready ? Let us seat you here, Miss,' said the artist.

' All aboard, Julie, plump right down in that parlor cheer in front of the Kfctle hat

rack, and mind yer don't blink oncest,' ordered the old man. There, that's right. No, face a little to the right—look right here. Still now.' The cloth was removed, and just then Julie thought how all-fired sweet she'd look in a picture, and despite herself the corners of her mouth tried to climb up her cheek bones. The artist turned and closed the camera, entered his closet, but soon returned without any picture. 'Whar's the pictur ? Cimmie a squint. Lor, Julie, I wish your grannie was alive ter see one of yer picturegraffs !' ' The picture is spoiled, I regret to say. The young lany smiled at the wrong moment explained the artist. ' Thar now, Julie ; d'ye hear that ? Just flop yersel down thar agin, will ye ? Try her again, mister—take another view. I'm bound ter have that pictur or bust somethin.'

' I couldn't help it, pap ; it felt so funny, did,' Julie simpered. ' Felt funny, eh ? Well, yer won't feel so funny, I reckon, if I take that spiled picter and post it to yer feller, with yer mouth runnin' round yer face like a ripped seam in a sack o' corn—hey ? Julie plumped down in the chair, at the artist's request, but looked mad. ' Brighten up thar, gal, or I'll jerk yer right down hyar and untie that tied-baek in less'n no time ; an' then I'll send the pictur' to liube, by gum, an' let him see how he likes yer looks with yer hungrey mouth reachin' round to chaw you right ear off ! Whoa ! steady now.' At this point the picture was struck, but it made Julie look as solemn as a girl trying to think up a composition '' on death."