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Show WANTED A DIVORCE. A man with a bad-looking noae and a melancholy appearance generally entered Justico Potter's otnee the other day, and slamming a paper down on the desk he exclaimed: "I submit the does and demand a divorce!" The court looked at him in a puzzled puz-zled way, and the stranger continued: "Hump the papers together mighty quick, for she's out after, a dray to move the furniture!" "I can't givo you a divorce," answered an-swered his honor. "Here's the cash down, mister!" said the stranger, pulling out a small tin box full of sbiuplasters, "and here's charges that will make your blood run cold!" He was instructed as to what steps he mu3t take, and in hia excitement and confusion ho went away leaving the "docs" on the desk. The charges : read as follows: 1. Pulling liair, jawing and kicked me. 2. More pulling hair. 3. Kicked me Christmas day, and I can prove it. 4. Tried to pizen me, and then jawed around. 5. Sitting down cellar and reading dime novels, and then striking me when I talked to her like a father. G. Teasing me to take her to the circus, and then, getting mad and ruining a mighty good dish-pan. 7. Jawing, kicking, fighting, cua sing, threatening, making up faces, and demanding money to buy icecream ice-cream for her darned old relashuna. And so torth, to wit, and agood many other things which I can prove straishtcer'n a string. Gentleman, grant me this divorce and I will vote for you if yen ever run for alderman. |