Rensselaer Journal, Volume 11, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 November 1901 — Taking Castor Oil. [ARTICLE]

Taking Castor Oil.

We see humor all around us, said Eli Perkins. The other day a loving mother saw that her sweet little boy needed some castor oil. I noticed the mother’s tact. It was humorous. “Georgie,” she said, ‘‘l’ve got some sweet stuff in this little bottle. Smell of it; it’s scented with vanilla, just like ice cream. Don’t you want some?” Georgie had taken medicine before and was suspicious and silent. “Come, my darling, it’s just like honey.” Georgie was still silent. “If you’ll take some, Georgie, darling,*l’ll let von go to the circus.” “How much, mamma?” eying the bottle suspiciously. VOh, only a spoonful, just a spoonful,” she replied, as she uncorked the bottle. “And you’ll give me some sugar besides?” he asked. “Of course I will—a big lump.” He waited until she began pouring from the bottle, and then asked : “And you’ll give me ten cents, too?” “Yes, of course.” , “And you’ll buy me a bicycle?” he went on, seeing his advantage. “O, I guess so.” “No bicycle—no ile,” he said, as he stepped back. “Well, I’ll buy you a bicycle,” she replied, filling the spoon up. , “And a toy pistol?” “I’ll think of it.” “You can’t think no castor oil down me!” he exclaimed, looking around for his hat. “Here—l will, or I’ll tease father to, and I know he will. Come, now swal low it down.” “And you’ll buy me a hatchet?” “Yes.” “And two hundred marbles ?” “Yes. Now take.it right down.” “And a pug dog ?” “I can’t promise that 1” “All right—no dog, no ile !” “Well, I’ll ask your father.” “And you’ll buy me a pony ?” “Oh, I couldn’t do that. Now, be a good boy and swallow it down.” “Oh. yes, I’ll swallow that stuff, I will!’’ he said, as he clapped on his hat “You may fool some other boy witfi a circus ticket and a lump of brown sugar, but it’ll take a hundred dollar pony-to trot that castor ile down my throat!” And he went out to see if his'neigh bora’s cat had been caught in the dead-fall he set for her.