Democratic Sentinel, Volume 19, Number 46, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 November 1895 — HE READ THE MESSAGE. [ARTICLE]

HE READ THE MESSAGE.

But the Drug Clerk’s Translation Was Not Correct. They were standing on the corner of Seventh and Vine streets not many nights ago. One of them had just re ceived a telegram, says the Cincinnati Tribune, and he was making a great effort to read it. He tried it for several minutes and then handed it to I.ls friend with aii air of disgust. The second individual gave it up after struggling with it a quarter of an hour. “I never saw anything to beat that,” he remarked, as he handed the message back, “and I’ve seen some pretty bad writing in my time, too.” “Well, I can’t read it, and I”d like to know what it says badly.” “Let me see? Ah, I have it. Drug clerks can read most any kind of wilting. Let us go and see.” They went to the nearest pharmacy and handed the message to the prescription clerk. Before an explanation could be made, he darted to the rear of the shop, and disappeared behind a screen. After an absence of fifteen minutes, during which both men had grown very listless, the clerk appeared, and as he handed a bottle to one of the men, he said: “Sixty cents, please.” Rather stunned for a while, the man opened the package and read on the label: “One teaspoonful, to be taken three times every hour.” When an explanation was made, the clerk set up the soda water.