Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 46, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 November 1894 — HE WANTED KICKING. [ARTICLE]

HE WANTED KICKING.

It W»< an Old Trick, bat He Had Tumbled Into It. It ' as evident that something had gone wrong with an oldish man, who came in on a Lake Shore train from Toledo yesterday, says the Det oit Free Press. He looked all around the depot until he found a policeman, and then began to unburden himself by saying: “1 want you to look at this Canadian $lO bill.” “Yes, sir.” replied the officer as he reached for it “I don t see much <anadian money, but I shouldn't care to take this bill for a goad one. Have you a,ked anyone about it 9 ” “The conductor said it was bad." “Let’s see the ticket agent. ” They walked over to the window, to be told that it was not-efen a g >od counterfeit, and t e officer a ked the stranger: “Did. you take it for good money :" “Say! How easy it is for a man to make a fool of himself?” exclaimei the other. “I thought I knew enough to fall off a fence when the top rail broke, but I don’t I haven’t got the sense of a barn door. I ought to be sent to an idiot asylum for a term of five years." “How did it happen?” queried the officer. “A chap came into my car and asked me if I could give him charge for a $5 bill. That is the bill. He had on goggles and reemd to have sore eyes, and 1 took it that he thought the ten was a five.” “Chance to make $5,” laughed the officer. “Of course. lam an honest man, but I couldn’t let that chance slip. I counted him out five o, es in greenbacks and put this in my pocket After he got off at Wyandotte I began to be suspicious and showed the bill to the conductor. Ever hear of the trick before?” “About a hundred times.” “And I’ve been takin’ a daily paper for fifteen years and am accounted the sharpest man on fakes in our town. V ent right at it an i beat myself with my eyes wide open. Say, have you got a machine around hero?” “What sort of a machine?” “A kicking machine—one that runs by steam — ,000 horse power—kicks a thousand times a minute—lifts a b'amed fool twenty feet high at every kick.” The officer had to tell him that no such machine had yet been invented, though in uiied for almost every day, and the man went o up Jefferson avenue to see if he couldn’t find a beer wagon to run over him.