A double barrel shot gun loaded with mustard shot standing in the corner of the office of the editor of The Independent this week is explained by Saunders Himself in this manner. “I’ve got that gun loaded and handy for the fiend who told my wife to put a mustard plaster on me.”
“W.O.” was put to bed last week with something that looked like an attack of pleurisy. Someone told Mrs. Saudners to put a mustard plaster on him and she did. It was the first mustard plaster she had ever made in her life and she made a thoro job of it, as she does of everything she tackles.
She mixed up a cup full of mustard, half as much vinegar and a little flour and plastered it on the old boy’s naked chest and kept it there for five hours. W.O. says she added two tablespoonsful of cayenne pepper and a pound of brimstone to the mixture.
Anyway, it cooked him a brilliant lobster red and added a dozen new cuss words to his vocabulary. When the skin began to peel off this week he sent for John Tashjian and borrowed some more cuss words from John. And now he has that loaded gun in his office for the man who told his wife to put him under a mustard plaster.
From the front page of The Independent, Elizabeth City, N.C., Friday, Nov. 27, 1925
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