Glimpses Of The Next State.Pdf - Spiritualists' National Union

Glimpses Of The Next State.Pdf - Spiritualists' National Union Glimpses Of The Next State.Pdf - Spiritualists' National Union

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THURSDAY EVENING, SEPTEMBER 18, 1890.232We are bringing a poor soul who passed out but a short time ago; we find him very peculiar. Hisfather, mother, and sister are here.—E VA.S.: Say! That fellow has gone off with my boots. By G ! I’ll lick him.Mrs. B.: He shan’t have your boots. You must have your own boots.S.: Yes, I want them. Now, I would like to know how he got my boots. I’ll bet a hundreddollars Sal gave him those boots.Mr. F.: What would she give away your boots for?S.: It’s just like her.Mr. F.: She must be very generous, isn’t she?S.: Oh, she doesn’t know anything. That’s what is the matter with her.Mr. F.: If she doesn’t know anything, perhaps then she isn’t responsible for what she does.S.: She wants to be taught something. Say! look here! Bring those boots back, you d fool.Come back here with them.Mrs. B.: He is queer, isn’t he?S.: Who is queer?Mrs. B.: Lots of people.S.: That’s a fact.Mr. F.: Don’t you think you are a little queer?S.: Well, if I am, it’s my own business.Mr. F.: I suppose it is. You are one of those smart kind.S.: That’s my own business, too.Mr. F.: Yes, I know it is. You are full of business.S.: Well, that is more than you are.Mr. F.: Oh, no, I am very busy.S.: Yes, you say so; but we will leave it to somebody else.Mr. B.: You seem to be a jolly fellow.S.: Well, what would be the use of being anything else? But I want my boots.Mr. F.: I would like to know what you want your boots for?S.: I want them because they are mine. Isn’t that enough?Mr. F.: Wouldn’t you let the poor fellow have a pair of boots if he didn’t have any?S.: No. If I wanted him to have my boots, I could give them to him myself.Mr. F.: Just let him wear them for a little while, and break them in for you.S.: I don’t want them broke in.Mr. F.: Well, they are gone, and I am afraid you will have a hard time finding them.S.: I’ll wallop him when I get him!Mrs. B.: He isn’t to blame, if Sal gave them to him.S.: What do you know about it?Mrs. B.: Nothing at all, only I think the boy shouldn’t be pounded if Sal gave him the boots.S.: I don’t know whether she did or not; I thought maybe she did.Mr. F.: I wouldn’t get so excited if I were you.S.: I never get excited.Mr. F.: Are you cool?S.: No, I am not very cool.(Mr. F. makes some noise.)S.: What’s the matter—have you got the stomach-ache? [To Mr. B.] Is he sick?Mr. B.: Oh, no! he is all right. You will hear from him very soon.S.: I heard from him just about as much as I want to.Mr. B.: You will hear something now. You watch him, and see if he talks to you the samethat he did before. He is a very peculiar man. He can talk Indian, Irish, or Yankee.S.: Can he talk American?Mr. B.: Yes; he did talk American to you.

233S.: Yes, he did.Mr. B.: He can talk Indian just as well.S.: I don’t want him to talk Indian, because I don’t understand it.Mr. B.: He can talk Irish, too.S.: I don’t know but what I might understand that; I have had some experience in that line.Mr. B.: When he talks Irish, he talks good, sound sense; he will tell you some things youdon’t know about.S.: Well, I know most everything.Tom: Come right here, then; I would like to see a man that knows most everything!S.: Thunder and damnation!Tom: Turn around, and let me see if you have got a hump on your back! So muchknowledge ought to make you one-sided.S.: Oh, mercy! He’s a ripper, isn’t he?Tom: Come here, John!S.: Hold on; I want to see what this young lady is doing here! What are you doing, Miss?Mrs. E.: I am trying to take down what that man says. It is pretty hard work sometimes—don’t you think so?S.: Can you get in the r—r—r—rip? Go ahead! Let her fly !—let her fly!Mr. B.: This Irishman seems to know you. You must be an old acquaintance.S.: I never knew him in my life!Mr. B.: How did he know your name?S.: Oh, he guessed it!Mr. B.: He can guess your other name right, too. He can guess your father’s name, and yourmother’s, and your sister’s.S.: Say, do you know my father? Say, you Irish b ,you!Mrs. B.: He’s a gentleman, if he is an Irishman!S.: Say, Pat, he has subsided!Mrs. B.: You talk to him nice, and then he will answer you.S.: Say, you gentleman, do you know my father? Do you know my mother?Tom: Why, yes; I have seen them.S.: When did you see them?Tom: I saw them here.S.: No, you didn’t!Tom: See here, don’t you contradict me!S.: Yes, I will! You never saw my mother and father here!Tom: You don’t know!S.: Yes, I do! You don’t think I am a d fool, do you?Tom: No; but I think you are very foolish.S.: Oh, pshaw !—oh, pshaw!Tom: I’ll tell you what I think you are! You are a d fool in your own conceit!S.: In my own conceit?Tom: Yes, because you think you are so smart, and know so much; and when you come rightdown to it you don’t know “A” yet!S.: I didn’t say I knew everything, but I have seen a good deal. I see that you want to have arow with me.Tom: No, I don’t!S.: You are trying to get up a row—that’s the Irish of it! Oh, G d them! I hate them!Tom: I would like to know what you are. If I was guilty of going down to Sue’s and raising arow down there, as you did, I wouldn’t say much about rows.S.: I only had a little fun, that’s all.Tom: Yes, you had fun enough at Mag’s expense. You treated her dirty mean; and if I hadbeen there I would have wrung your neck!S.: You couldn’t do it!Tom: I would like to know if I couldn’t do it!

233S.: Yes, he did.Mr. B.: He can talk Indian just as well.S.: I don’t want him to talk Indian, because I don’t understand it.Mr. B.: He can talk Irish, too.S.: I don’t know but what I might understand that; I have had some experience in that line.Mr. B.: When he talks Irish, he talks good, sound sense; he will tell you some things youdon’t know about.S.: Well, I know most everything.Tom: Come right here, then; I would like to see a man that knows most everything!S.: Thunder and damnation!Tom: Turn around, and let me see if you have got a hump on your back! So muchknowledge ought to make you one-sided.S.: Oh, mercy! He’s a ripper, isn’t he?Tom: Come here, John!S.: Hold on; I want to see what this young lady is doing here! What are you doing, Miss?Mrs. E.: I am trying to take down what that man says. It is pretty hard work sometimes—don’t you think so?S.: Can you get in the r—r—r—rip? Go ahead! Let her fly !—let her fly!Mr. B.: This Irishman seems to know you. You must be an old acquaintance.S.: I never knew him in my life!Mr. B.: How did he know your name?S.: Oh, he guessed it!Mr. B.: He can guess your other name right, too. He can guess your father’s name, and yourmother’s, and your sister’s.S.: Say, do you know my father? Say, you Irish b ,you!Mrs. B.: He’s a gentleman, if he is an Irishman!S.: Say, Pat, he has subsided!Mrs. B.: You talk to him nice, and then he will answer you.S.: Say, you gentleman, do you know my father? Do you know my mother?Tom: Why, yes; I have seen them.S.: When did you see them?Tom: I saw them here.S.: No, you didn’t!Tom: See here, don’t you contradict me!S.: Yes, I will! You never saw my mother and father here!Tom: You don’t know!S.: Yes, I do! You don’t think I am a d fool, do you?Tom: No; but I think you are very foolish.S.: Oh, pshaw !—oh, pshaw!Tom: I’ll tell you what I think you are! You are a d fool in your own conceit!S.: In my own conceit?Tom: Yes, because you think you are so smart, and know so much; and when you come rightdown to it you don’t know “A” yet!S.: I didn’t say I knew everything, but I have seen a good deal. I see that you want to have arow with me.Tom: No, I don’t!S.: You are trying to get up a row—that’s the Irish of it! Oh, G d them! I hate them!Tom: I would like to know what you are. If I was guilty of going down to Sue’s and raising arow down there, as you did, I wouldn’t say much about rows.S.: I only had a little fun, that’s all.Tom: Yes, you had fun enough at Mag’s expense. You treated her dirty mean; and if I hadbeen there I would have wrung your neck!S.: You couldn’t do it!Tom: I would like to know if I couldn’t do it!

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