Rensselaer Republican, Volume 12, Number 50, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 September 1880 — The “Roll Bengol Tagger." [ARTICLE]

The “Roll Bengol Tagger."

These are little Johnny’s observations on the “Roil Bengol Tagger,” as communicated to the San Francisco Aryonaut: “One time there waa a man who had a tagger, and the tagg&r it was a sho and the man tuk the money for to get in. The man had a big paper naild onto the tagger’s den. and the paper it said, the paper did: *The Roil Bengol Tagger, sometimes called the Monnerk of the Jangle. Hands off. No Tech in the Tagger!’ The monnerk of the jungle it was always a layin down with ifit nose tween its pox, and the folks wich had paid for to get in thay was mad cos it wudent wock, and rore like dissent thunder. Bat the aho man he said, That’s ol rite when I git the new cage done, but this is the same cage which the offle feller broke dut of in Oregon; time he eat up the seventeen men and their families. Then the folks would ol stand back and took in whispers while the tagger slep. But one day a feller wich was drank he took to panchin the tagger with the mast head of his ombreller, wich stampeeddd the oddience wild, and the wimmin folks they stnd onto the chairs and hollered like ft was a mouse, bat the drank chap lie kep a jobbing the monnerk of the jangle crewel. Pretty soon the monnerk it bellered offle and riggled, bat the feller kep polkin like he was fireman to a steam engin. Bimeby the monnerk it jumped onto its him feets and shackled itself oat of ita akin and rolled np its aleefe and spit onto its hands and spoke np and sed: ‘I bedam if I can’t jnat whollip the peagreen staffin’ oat o’ the guin-dasted galoot wich has been a proddin this ere tagger!’ And the od diene* they waa a stonish.” *■ *

—“I like my mother,’* said Billy BHckere to his Sunday school teacher, “like everything, but when she makes me set in the house and trot the baby all the time, when a hand-organ with a monkey Is over to Gidaker’s, it makes me spunky an’ cross, an’ I forgets that it’s Baa io wish I was an orfun so's I could skite away an’git to be a pirate, with long whiskers an’ red boots."' The Detroit Prte Press believes di«t the man who ran invent a smooth pavement which will notrot or pulverize, can become a millionaire in a few years “J“T«»ttngthe pavement let us suggest, for the benefit of those who hare not signed the Murphy pledge, that he pots some sort of an attachfaient t 4^ t i££ WillpreveDtit fr o ® flying op and hitting a man on the hack of tba head.