“THAT BAD BOY AGAIN.”

Patea Mail, Volume VIII, Issue 1015, 30 March 1883, Page 4

“ THAT BAD BOY AGAIN.”

“ I had a little quiet fun this morning at the breakfast table,” said the bad boj. “ You see pa is the contrariest man that ever was. If I complain that anything at the table don’t taste good, pa says that it is all right. This morning I took the syrup pitcher and emptied out the white syrup and put in some cod-liver oil that ma is taking for her congh. I put some on my pancakes, and pretended to taste of it, and 1 told pa the syrup was sour, and not fit to eat. Pa was mad in a second, and he poured out some on his pancakes, and said I was getting too confoundedly particular. He said the syrup was too good for him, and he sopped his pancake in it and fired some down bis neck. He is a ganl darned hypocrite, that’s what he is. I »conld see by his face that the cod- liver oil was nearly killing him, but he said that syrup was all right, and if I *din’t eat mine hed break my back, and by gosh I had to eat it, and pa said he guessed he didn’t have much appetite and he would just drink a cup of coffee and eat a doughnut. . I like to died. But I felt sorry forma. Ma ain’t got a very' Strong stommick, and when she got some of that cod-liver oil in her mouth she went right up stairs sicker® a horse, and pa had to help her, and she had nooralgia all the morning.’ I eat pickles to take the taste out of my mouth, and then I laid for the servants. They ate too much syrup,,anyway; and when they got on to that cod liver oil and ' swallowed a lot of it, one of them, an Irish girl, she got np from the table and put her hand on her corset, and said, “ Howly Jaysus,” and went out in the kitchen, as pale as ma is when she has

powder on her face, and the other girl, who is Dutch, she swallowed a pancake ...and said, “ Mine Got, vas de matter from me,” and she went out and leaned on the coal bin. Then they talked Irish and Dutch and got clubs and started to look for me, and I thought I would come over here; The whole family is sick, but guess they will get over it. Pa and I are going out next week, and I’ll bet we’lhhave some fun. Pa says I need: a change of air, and I think he is going to try and lose me. Tt’s a cold day when I get left anywhere that I can’t find ray way back.”