A WASP IN AN OLD MAN’S SLIPPER.

Globe, Volume XXII, Issue 2113, 1 December 1880, Page 3

A WASP IN AN OLD MAN’S SLIPPER.

There are times in the life of the small boy when he feels very sad from the use of a flipper or switch upon him. If anything happens to the person who has thus afflicted him, his joy is great, as will be seen from the following incident :—A gentleman returned home from his daily toil and had pulled off his boots and was going to put on hia slippers, when a howl of intense agony resounded through the hall. The affrighted family rushed to the door, and beheld their papa heaving the shadows with wild gestures and frantic gyrations. “ Take it off ! ” he shouted, and made a grab at bis foot, but missing, it went on with his war dance. 41 Waiter !” he shrieked, and started upstairs three at a step, and, turning, came back in a single strike. “ Oh,” I’m stabbed !” and sank to the floor and held hia right leg high above his head. Then he rose to his feet with a bound, and screaming for the bootjack, and held his foot out toward bis terrified family. “ Ob, bring the arnica,” ho -yelled, and with one despairing effort he reached his slipper and got it off, and with a groan as deep as a well and as hollow as a drum, sank into a chair and clasped his foot iin both hands. “ Look out for the scorpion," ho whispered hoarsely, “ I’m a dead man.” The small boy was by this time out in the woodshed, rolling in the kindling in an ecstacy of glee, and pausing from time to time to explain to the son of a neighbor, who had dropped in to see if there was any innocent sport going on in which he could share. “ Ob, Billy! Billy ! ” he cried, “ you wouldn’t believe ; sometime to-day, somehow or other, a big bine wasp got into the old man’s slipper, and when he came home and put them on — • oh. Bill, you don’t know what fun I’ve had.” —“ Dallas Herald.”