The Drummer Gets A Bellyache
source date: 1891
availability: public-domain

. Joseph; Felix Leavick and son, Mo- gollons; P. R. Smith, Deming; F. A. Mitchell, Mangas; Geo. C. Eley, San Marcial; Rev. Geo. W. Rubush, La Mesa; David L. Evans, Gila; Geo. C. Scott, Albuquerque. From the July 3L 1891, Issue of The Enterprise The Drummer Gets A Bellyache Mr. and Mrs. Whiffin were on their way to the Hot Springs, where Mr. W. intended to get relief for his rheumatism in the baths. At a way station a drunken traveling man boarded the train and was put to bed in the berth next to Mr. and Mrs. W. by the porter. Shortly after Mr. W. awoke with a dreadful stitch in his side. Like a good dutiful wife, Mrs. W. arose and went to the lavatory to make a strong, extra strong mustard plaster with which to relieve the pain of her liege lord. On her return she pulled the wrong curtain aside and placed the plaster upon the stomach of the senseless, drunken drummer. Then she went to the lavatory, washed her hands and returned to her berth, getting into the right sec- tion and finding Mr. W. asleep. Finally a loud groan was heard, then these words: “Oh, my stomach, my s-t-o-m-a-c-h. oh-h-h!“ This was followed by “I’ll never touch another drop as long as I live. Oh, it’s burning a hole in me, oh-h-h!”