The blow transposed the deakon sum eighteen feet, with a heels-over-hed moshun.
Exhasperated tew a point, at least ten foot beyond endurance, the deakon jumped up, and skreamed his whole voice * * * “yu darned—old cuss,” and then all at once remembering that he waz a good, piuz deakon, he apologized by saying—“that iz, if I may be allowed the expresshun.”
The deakon haz mi entire simpathy for the remarks made tew the ram.
“Whisky Horn.”—This horn varys in length, but from three to six inches iz the favorite size.
It iz different from other horns, being ov a fluid natur.
It iz really more pugnashus than the ram’s horn; six inches ov it will knok a man perfekly calm.
When it knoks a man down it holds him thare.
It iz either the principal or the sekond in most all the iniquity that iz travelling around.
It makes brutes of men, demons of wimmin and vagrants of children.
It haz drawn more tears, broken more hearts and blited 62 more hopes than all the other agencys of the devil put together.