Democratic Sentinel, Volume 6, Number 4, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 February 1882 — He Had No Fun in Him. [ARTICLE]

He Had No Fun in Him.

One of the members of the Methodist Conference held in Detroit was out for a walk at an early hour one morning, and encountered a strapping big fellow, who was drawing a wagon to a blacksmith shop. “Catch hold here and help me down to the shop with this wagon, and I’ll buy the whisky,” called the big fellow. “ I never drink,” solemnly replied the good man. “Well, you can take a cigar.” “I never smoke.” The man dropped the wagen-tongue, looked hard at the member, and asked : “Don’t you chew?” “No, sir,” was the decided reply. “You must get mighty lonesome,” mused the teamster. “I guess I’m all right, I feel first rate. ” “ I’ll bet you even that I can lay you on your back,” remarked the teamster. “I never bet,” replied the clergyman. “Come, now, let’s warm up a little.” “lam in a hurry.” “ Well, let’s take each other down for fun, then. You are as big as I am, and I’ll give you the under hold.” “I never have fun,” solemnly replied the member. “Well, I’m going to tackle you, anyway. Here we go.” The teamster slid up and endeavored to get a backhold, but he had only just commenced his fun, when he was lifted clear off the grass and slammed against a tree-box with such force that he gasped half a dozen times before he could catch his breath. “Now, you keep away from me,” exclaimed the minister, picking up his cane. “Bust me if I don’t,” replied the teamster, as he edged off. “What’s the use of lying and saying that you didn’t have any fun in you, when you are chuck full of it? You wanted to break my back, didn’t you ?”