Rensselaer Republican, Volume 17, Number 46, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 July 1885 — A Warning. [ARTICLE]

A Warning.

Joe McFlannigan had been out celebrating all the evening, and ashe sauntered up to the* bar in a West Madison street saloon he was just a trifle unsteady. “Gi’ me a glass—hie—o’ whisky!” he demanded of the barkeeper. His friend, Terry Doolan, ordered a glass of beer, and the white-aproned gentleman proceeded to put out the liquor. The whisky bottle was in the ice-chest, and when taken from there several particles of ice stuck to the bottom. There was a slight incline to the bar, and consequently, the ice making it slippery, the bottle began to slowly journey down the incline. Joe watched it a moment in silence; then his face became ashy pale, and he inquired of his friend: “Say, Terry—hie—is that bottle moving?” “Why, no, Joe,” replied Terry, with a perfectly straight face. Joe took a fresh grip on the bar, and turned again to the bottle. As he saw it still moving, the perspiration started out from his pores, and he passed his hand several times back and forth before his eyes, as if to clear his vision. Finally he turned to the barkeeper and said solemnly: “Barkeep’, take away the bottle. Come on —hie—Terry; T’ve had a—hie warning. I’ll never touch another drop —hie.” “What’s the matter, sfoe ?” “Matter!—hie. Matter enough. By the great Justice—hie—of the Peace, I've got ’em. When bottles begin to—hie—walk, I say—hie—a man’s gone far enough.”— The Rambler, \ This old story about the size l of a ■whale’s heart is being revived: A dissector was engaged in getting out the heart of a very large whafe. While doing so his foot sbpped and he fell into one pf the ventricles of the heart

Thence he was sliding into the aorta, and, if he had not been pulled out, would assuredly have been suffocated. After his rescue he cut some rings from the aorta,. and found that he could easily slip them over his shoulder.