Rensselaer Union, Volume 9, Number 37, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 May 1877 — His Postal Card. [ARTICLE]

His Postal Card.

At ten o’clock yesterday forenoon a man wearing a doubtful look appeared at the stamp clerk’s window in the Postoffice, and asked for a postal card and facilities for writing. He was a long time getting readv to put his pen to the card, and he had only made a stroke or two when he called out: “ How do you spell ‘ Jim ?’ ” “Why, J-i-m, of course,” answered the clerk. “ Don’t look as if it was right,” said the man, as he held up the card and scrutinized the word. “Sure you haven’t made any mistake?” “That’s the way, of course,” growled a bystander. “ How else can you spell the name?” “ That’s so—how could I?” smiled the man, as he looked again. “ I’ll put J-i-m against any other style of spelling every time. Now, his other name is—is . Well, knock me down if I haven’t forgotten ! Why, hang it, I have known him for ten years, and now I can’t think of his namel Jim Jim yum!” He looked round in a helpless way, and one of the small crowd finally said: “ You can write the message and think of the name afterward.” “So I can. I want to say to him that his wife is sick abed, his landlord is howling around for rent, and that he’d better come home. How do you spell it ?’ ’ “ I’ll write it.” answered the clerk. “ He couldn’tread yourshearography,” said the stranger. “Jim isn’t much on education, and I have to write just as poorly as I can or he couldn’t make out a word. Less see! Do I want to startoff with P. S.. or what?” “I should say: ‘You are wanted at home to once,* if it was me,” suggested a car-driver who was after a stamp. “ 'Twouldn’t do,” sighed the man, shaking his head, “I wouldn’t dare spring the thing on him suddenly, or he’d make for Canada. The place to tell him to come home is down here at the bottom.” “ Where is he?” some one asked. “Why, in in in why, blister my ears why 1” “I’ll bet you've forgotten the place!” shouted the car-driver. “J-i-m, Jim—J-i-m, Jim, and he’s in—-in—J-i-m, Jim!” gasped the man as he looked around with an appeal in his eyes. The crowd mentioned twenty different places, but he shook his head at each one. “If you can’t think of his name, and can’t remember his address, how are you going to send the card ?” asked the clerk. “That’s so—how am I?” sighed the man. “If you was me you wouldn’t send it, would you?” “I don’t think I would.” , “ Then I won’t. If his wife can think of his name and the place where he is she’d better write it” When he walked away he carried his hat in one hand and scratched his head with the other, and muttered: “ J-i-m with a great big ‘J,’* and Blister my ears With a great big ' B,’ and I ought to have written his name down on the door or somewhere. Less see! J-i-m. md he’s i-n in—in,” and he disappeared up Congress street.— Detroit Free Brest. —Somebody advertises for a servant girl “ who would not be above placing herself on an equality with the rest of the faptily.”