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Spherical Soap

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Parent Issue
Day
27
Month
May
Year
1885
Copyright
Public Domain
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Oíd Mr. Wagstaff Thimblejig says the toilet soap that comes in balls instead of in cakes is an abomination and an evil that should be suppressed by law. One day last week Mr. Thimblejig was standing in the bath-room by the open window washing his hands with one ol these sphorioal specimens of transparent soap. He couldn't get any lather out of it te save his life by rubbing it on his hands; he was either obliged to get a lather by first ïaibbing it on his hair, or by holding it pretty tightly in one hand and turning it swiftly around with the other, as a pitcher mtmipulates a base-ball before delivery to get the proper twist on it As he was turning it around for aboul the fiftieth time, it slipped swiftly from his hand, flew up to the ceiling, and came back, taking Mr. Thimblejig ou the nose, and then seudding out througb the window. Before it could touch the ground it came in contact with the dog that iro asleep in the path, and drew a yelp out of him that could be heard after the doe was out of sight. From the dog's heao it flew againfit & clothes-pole, and thencs up in the air, taking the silk hat off a painter. Then down it came crashing toward young Thimblejig, who couldn'l understand what it meant. He had a base-ball bat in hia hand, ana witn ttiat he let the soap-ball have it as hard as ha could. He sent the ball flying on a line toward the kitchen door. Before it got there. however, Mr. Wagstaff Thimblejig oame bounding through the apertura to get the soap. He got it, too- got it right between the eyes. The meeting was very afteoting. As soon as Mr. Thimblejig could regain his feet, he started up-stairs to wash the blood and dust off his face. That soap never got him in such a lather before. By this time the dog was a mile off, increasing his speed. And the furthei he got from the house, the more distinctly you could hear him. If he could 8ign his name to all he was barking, it would not be a very complimentary ad vertisement for that soap. Meantime that soap, after rebounding from Mr. Thiniblejig s nose. had taken the liberty of lamming the milkman's horse on the head, and the poor anima) ran away, and upset the cans as he went along, thus watering, or milking, the hot, dusty road. The soap was almost master of the situation. Tbe cook had fled to the cellar. Young Thimblejig came out attired in a base-ball catcher's mask, a fencing-jacket and Ta tennis-racket. But before he could get on his uard, 01 rather before he could lócate the soap ft came suddenly around the corner or, the house, took him on the back of the head, and grassed him like a shot. As it sped on its course, a nice innocent dog next door saw it coming. He was a sort of triek dog, and he thought he would catch it, beine under the impression that it was huned for him to fetch. But, instead, itfetched - fetched him right in the mouth, and a few hours later, when he was down at the village being measured for a set of false teeth, he concluded that the next time Ïie ran to get a ball he would run after t, and bic& u up kir il viaja. dui right off the dogs jaw it bounced straight back toward the window, where Mr. Thimblejig was washing the gore off his face, and Bying through tho aperture, landed square in his hands, and he went on washing his hands with it as though nothing had happened. After he was through, however, he secnred every spherical cake of soap in the house, and flattened them out with a hammer to make them harmless. And he vows that if his wifo brings any more of them in the houso. he will trv to

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Ann Arbor Courier
Old News