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Show The Kiud of a Drummer He Was. "I'll tell you what I like," said a drummer drum-mer from Cincinnati ; "I like to be out in the country and get an invitation to a dance or party, The country dance or party is the place of all the world for fun, and don't you hesitate to recollect it. The last time I was at a countrv party I fell m love with a girl. She was'freckled a little under her ears and forehead, but the rest of her face was peachv-blossomy yummy-yummy. And her "lips why, kisses just seemed to dance on them and drip from them, and sit on 'em and dare you to come and take. I dared, but you never saw a girl fight as she did. She scratched, clawed, tore off my cravat, bursted off my collar button, bit my finger, lost the ribbon out of her hair and got herself all into a perspiration. But I got the kiss. It was good, despite mv exhaustion and her perspiration. " "She was very angry.. She sulked a long while, and refused., to speak to me. Finally I found her out x on the back DOreh. Shfi wan dlnna You hateful thing!" she exclaimed, rbeheve you have enough impudence to kiss me again. If you do, I'll choke your wind off.' "And then she threw her arms about my neck and gave me a terrific squeeze by way of showing me what she could do." "And did you beg off and make vour escape?" . "Beg off? Make my escape? Say, do I look like a greeny ? I kissed her seventeen seven-teen straight times without stopping to draw breath. I know these country lasses, I do, and when one of 'em likes a kiss so well as to give me a hugging invitation invi-tation to take another I stand up to the racket like a little man. That's the kind of a grocery salesman I am." |