The History and Records of the Elephant ClubDoesticks, Q. K. Philander
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The History and Records of the Elephant Club
Doesticks, Q. K. Philander
American wit and humor
"'I'll tell you,' said he. 'But before doing so however, I desire to
state a fact. We have all our human weaknesses; indeed, it may be set
down as a truism that human beings do have human weaknesses to a greater
or less extent; I am a human being; I have my human weakness, and that
weakness is my collars; it required years of experiment to bring my
collars to their present perfection; nearly all of the quarrels I ever
had have been with laundresses who have failed to do them up to my
liking; if a man wishes to ruffle my temper he need only to ruffle my
collar, and it is accomplished; tell me the Savings Bank, where I
deposit my extra money, has collapsed in the region of the money-vault;
tell me that I have got to attend a charity ball; give me the jumping
toothache; place me in a Bowery stage with fourteen inside, and I in
juxtaposition to a dirty woman with a squalling baby who has got the
seven years' itch--all of these I can bear, but when it comes to
interfere with my collars it is going a point too far. Now I come to the
time when unforeseen circumstances brought me in violent collision with
this nigger of African extraction; I was walking down the street, near
where the belligerent demonstration took place, when I saw directly in
front of me a long-tailed man in an amiable-appearing coat--no--an
amiable-appearing coat in a long-tailed--no--I mean an amiable-appearing
man in a long-tailed coat. For my life I could not conceive why that
amiable individual's proclivities in matters of apparel should lead him
to wear a garment of so ridiculous a cut. I had just come to the sage
conclusion that it was because every donkey in the country chooses to
have his hips appear high or low to suit the caprice of Broadway
tailors, when at that moment the amiable person, together with his
long-tailed coat, was driven from my mind. I became suddenly conscious
that an important event had transpired. An elderly female nigger, in
throwing water on a store-window which she was cleaning, did not confine
her professional favors exclusively to the window for which she had
been hired, but she disbursed copious supplies of Croton upon the
passers-by, for which she had not been hired. In fact, I am bold to
assert, that several persons were favored with several gratuitous
duckings by this colored female. I was one of those persons; a bountiful
current of water interrupted the current of my thoughts; like a juvenile
Niagara, it dashed against my collar in the left side, as you can see.
Now, my collar is impervious to perspiration, but it could not stand up
under the soaking of a cataract; as my collar fell my choler rose; I
looked around at the sable author of my troubles, and I saw on her face
an exultant grin at what she had done. I felt as if I would like to have
crammed a wet broom which she had in her hand down her throat, splint
end downwards; for obvious reasons I did not do this; but I did speak to
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