The Drummer Gets A Bellyache
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. 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: βOh, my stomach, my s-t-o-m-a-c-h.
oh-h-h!β This was followed by βIβll never touch
another drop as long as I live. Oh, itβs burning
a hole in me, oh-h-h!β