HE WANTED PAREGORIC.
It is a good thing to remember the right word at the right time, but it is not every one who does it by such a curious succession of ideas as the man who dashed into a Western drug store, and accosted the clerk with:
"Say—I want some medicine, and I want it quick, too! But for the life of me I can't tell what the name is!"
"Well, how on earth do you expect to get it, then?" demanded the disgusted clerk. "I can't help you!"
"Yes, you can, too!" said the would-be customer, promptly. "What's the name of that bay on the lower part of this lake—eh?"
"Do you mean Put-in-Bay?"
"That's it! That's it! And what's the name of the old fellow that put in there once, you know? Celebrated character, you know?"
"Are you talking about Commodore Perry?"
"Good! I've got it! I've got it!" shouted the customer. "That's what I want! Gimme ten cents' worth of paregoric!"