Rensselaer Republican, Volume 16, Number 50, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 August 1884 — It Was a Mistake. [ARTICLE]

It Was a Mistake.

About this time the man who had been asleep in the corner rubbed his eyes, yawned, jaiid finally walked up to the bar and growled: “I want it straight, and don’t wait all day, either!” “No trust,” said the little man in his shirt sleeves. “Gimmy that whisky!” “Put down your cash!” “See here,” said the man on the outside of the bar, “you don’t know me. I used to be a man, but I died. I had my choice as to what form I should take, and I become a wolf. Here I am, teeth and claws sharpened up for work, and I thirst for gore! Gimme that whisky or I’ll let myself loose on vour trail and howl for blood!” _ When the little man had hit him on the nose, and in tlfe eye, and on the forehead, and on the chin, and when the wolf had been mopped around and dragged out and kicked around the corner, someone asked him what the row was. “Well, I made a mistake,” he re plied. “How?” . * “Why, when I died I chose to become a wolf. Why in Halifax didn’t 1 tell ’em I wanted to be an elephant instead? ’Twouldn’t have Cost a cent more, and no man weighing" ninety pounds could have turned me wrong side out in this fashion!”— Detroit Free Press.