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Show NERVE ENOUGH FOR ANYTHING. A Boy Who Could Not Be Frightened by a Displeased Corpse or a Professor's Tricks. Dr. McTavish cf Edinburgh was something some-thing of a ventriloquist, and it befell that he wanted a lad to assist in the surgery who must necessarily be of strong nerves. He received several applications, ap-plications, and when telling a lad what the duties were, in order to test hia nerves, he would say, while pointing to a grinning skeleton standing upright in a corner, "Part of your work would be to feed the skeleton there, and while 1 you are here you may as well try to do so." .' A few lads would consent to atrial and received a basin of hot gruel and a .spoon. While they were pouring tho hot mess into the skull the doctor would throw his voice so as to make it appear to proceed from the jaws of the bony customer and gurgle out, "Br-r-r-gr-uh. that's hot!" J This was too much, and without exception ex-ception the lads dropped the basin and bolted. The doctor began to despair of ever getting a suitable helpmate until a email boy came and was given the gruel and spoon. After tho first spoonful the skeleton appeared to say, "Gr-r-r-uh-r-br, that's hot!" Shoveling in the scalding gruel as fast as ever, the lad rapped tho skull and impatiently retorted, "Well, blow it, carn't yer, yer ould bony!" The doctor sat down in his chair and fairly roared, but when he came to he engaged the lad on the Fpot London Tit-Bits. |