Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 229, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 September 1912 — THOUGHT IT WAS IMITATION [ARTICLE]

THOUGHT IT WAS IMITATION

Barney Weller Was Fond of Jokes, But Rooster Under His Bed Was Too Much. Barney Weller was about the funniest fellow you ever saw. He was always making people laugh by playing jokes on somebody, and he put up a game on a victim every day. In the week. He was in Chicago at a big hotel on one occasion when the butt of one of his jokes sought revenge by securing a live rooster and tying it under Barney’s bed at night. At three o’clock In the morning the rooster turned up for his first vocal selection and let out a long, shrill crow. The second performance of this kind was too much for the humorist. He dressed himself hastily and rushed down to the night clerk. “Give me my bill!” he, jald fiercely. “I’m going to get out of this place!” “But please tell me what the trouble Is,” suggested the night clBrK “That don’t matter,” said Weller angrily. ‘Tin going to get out of here and get out quick!” “At least,” begged the clerk, “let us know what is the matter with the hotel before you go.” “Well,” exploded Weller, “there’s a crazy fool next door to me who thinks this place is a henhouse. He’s spent the last two honrs trying to imitate it rofcster.”—Popular Magazine.