Rensselaer Union, Volume 11, Number 49, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 August 1879 — A Scene of Unseemly Levity in the Lime-Kiln Club. [ARTICLE]

A Scene of Unseemly Levity in the Lime-Kiln Club.

Just as the honored President of the Lime-Kiln Club was about to leave his house on Indiana street to proceed to Paradise Hall and open the meeting, as usual, Mrs. Gardner climbed the line fence to borrow a “ drawing of lard” of a neighbor. In some way, unexplained as yet, her feet becama entangled in the boards, and she threw down twenty-eight feet of brought up among the weeds with a sprained ankle. The President was, therefore, detained at home fifteen minutes beyond the hour for opening the meeting. There were nearly eighty members on hand, and a spirit of deviltry seemed to grasp ‘right hold of even the old gray-heads. Trustee Pullback, who is in his sixty-seventh year, danced a regular breakdown in the middle of the floor; the Hon. John Paradox onfl'ed hats with the Rev. Penstock; Waydown Be bee threw a dipper of water over the sacred -person of Deacon Hastings, and Samuel Shin and Eider T6dts fell over a bench and jarred the hall to its foundations while engaged in a back-hold wrestle. In the midst of this jubilee Brother Gardner walked ib. one iff the back

end of the hall Just then threw a hardboiled egg at tho honored pate of Judge Goslin, and it struck the President fair between the eyes. He got up after a minute, brushed tho dust off his olothes, and proceeded to his chair, and when the triangle sounded the hall was asstill as death. -t-- “ (icin'icn. I beg to inquiar’ if dis am de nineteenth century, or if we hav returned to do barbaric aigoP”. •softly inquired the President as he felt of the bump created by the egg. There ( was no answer. Here and there an old member could be seen rolling up cotton blossoms behind his eyeballs; but not a whisper brbke the stillness. “ I doan’ know who frowed dat egg, nor who begun dis scene of levity,” resumed the President; “ but I nhbber want to see any mo’ of it. I didn't intend to pass ae collekshun hat aroun’ at dis meetin', bein' as de Treasurer am a long ways ahead, but de collector will at once pass aroun'. Let me add dat de pussun who raised dis bump between my eyes musn’t toss less dan half a dollar into de hat.” Quickened conscience made the collection foot up over ten dollars, and there wasn’t a coin smaller than a dime in the hat. —Detroit Free Press.