|The Worlds Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes. 1906.|
Vols. IV: American
|By Benjamin Penhallow Shillaber (18141890)|
From Life and Sayings of Mrs. Partington
SO our neighbor, Mr. Guzzle, has been arranged at the bar for drunkardice, said Mrs. Partington; and she sighed as she thought of his wife and children at home, with the cold weather close at hand, and the searching winds intruding through the chinks in the windows, and waving the tattered curtain like a banner, where the little ones stood shivering by the faint embers. God forgive him, and pity them! said she, in a tone of voice tremulous with emotion.
| But he was bailed out, said Ike, who had devoured the residue of the paragraph, and laid the paper in a pan of liquid custard that the dame was preparing for Thanksgiving, and sat swinging the oven door to and fro as if to fan the fire that crackled and blazed within.|| 2|
| Bailed out, was he? said she; well, I should think it would have been cheaper to have pumped him out, for, when our cellar was filled, arter the city fathers had degraded the street, we had to have it pumped out, though there wasnt half so much in it as he has swilled down.|| 3|
| She paused and reached up on the high shelves of the closet for her pie-plates, while Ike busied himself in tasting the various preparations. The dame thought that was the smallest quart of sweet cider she had ever seen.|| 4|