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Show A grocer in ft certain town keeps a little brown jug near his cider barrel, and when he wants to do the fair thing by a customer, he mingles some of the contents of the aforesaid jug with the cider. Ho made ft mingle the other day for an old farmer, but got in n good deal of benzine ben-zine but vory little cider. About an hour after drinking, the farmer was observed loaning against a fence, and was heard to soliloquize: "It's too early for sunstroke, and too late to freeze to death, and I guess it's a touch of the ahakin' ager." |