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Show FATHER, DEAR FATHER COME HOME. Tho recent order allowing tho drug stored of this city to closo Sundny from two to flvo o'clock, wns a boon which was greatly appreciated by tho phoimaclsts here. The poor, over-worked over-worked drug dork had to put In ov-ory ov-ory hour, and ,In some enses every minutes of tho dny nnd night, (when a night shift wns run lu connection), waiting on suffering humanity, tho proverbial drug store loungers and gossips, who enmo to buy something which cured tho olls which flesh Is heir to mid other things. Then, too, ut times, tho drug stoic was made thu scene for tho "loungers" who came to swap stories, l'lngor and partly slumber under tho fascinating "Inflooeuces" of tho drug store "see-gar." "see-gar." and who told stories and yarns until It became monotonous to tho tired nnd hraln-woary drug clerk. Now-all Now-all Is changed, A spasm of virtue and sunshine Is Injected Into tho life of (he druggist, in this city nt least, and he Is allowed, forsooth, n short ro splto from tho enro and hum drum of Indoor life. No more will tho anxious wlfo wait tho coming of her tired and wear) liege lord. No more will it bo said that tho children cannot seo tho faco of tholr loved ono, save onl ut meal timos. No moro will his clothes on Sunday broath tho fragrance of carbolic car-bolic acid, compound syrup of stink-week stink-week or asafoetlda, nnd other perrumo penetrating drugs. No! now evorj-thing evorj-thing Is sweet and lovely. Times have changed and conditions hnve changed, all for tho hotter wo hope. The fol-lowing fol-lowing "porno" Illustrative of the life of tho averago drug clerk, until tho city board got it Into tholr hoads to glvo thorn a weekly layof, is trite and to tho point: Oh I rut her, dear father,' como homo with mo now, Tho clock I ntho'stoeplo strikes ton. You've broken tho Sabbath and moth er's poor heart, And baby won't know you again. Oh! what do wo euro for tho sale of a spongo, A tooth brush, a stamp or u pin? Our Sundays without you aro nwfully sad And mother. I fear, will bo III. Tho law) crs nie saying there's grounds for divorce, I And I'll have n stepfather then So lock up tho drug stciro each Sun day at 12, And make us nil happy again. |