The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1877-08-22
TO BE CONTINUED.
"Open Back Shirts"
Detroit Free Prcss.l

They were a sleepy lot on the four
O'Clock car going down Michigan avenue
yesterday. The day was hot, the dust
was thick, and only one man, and he be-
yond the prime of life, opened his eyes
as a woman crowded in, with a long
paper hoX under her arm. His ewes
opened little more as she sat down near
him, and, presently they widened to their
fullest extent as he read the label on the
box One dozen open-bscked shirts"
He glanced from the box TO the female
and back, and groaned out:
Land o love! but what will come
next p
She looked around at him as if she
feared that a case of collie would come
next, and he frightened up little and
said:
well, I've worn icm for year, and
know they are handy and reliable. III
my daughters want to get halt a-dozen
apiece, | shan't cry over it.
Were you speaking to me?" she
asked, after seeing that no one else
seemed interested.
81 sorter was and sorter wasn't" he
replied as he worked faint smile to mis-
face. 81 WAS saying that it's wonderful
how much the inventive genius of this
country has done for US on the shirt
question"
She hitchcd away little.
Twenty years ago." he unused, as he
hitched after her, "if any man had told
me that the dormant genius of this
country would soon rouse up and invent
buiton>behind shirt, I'd have looked
upon him as crazy. But dormant ge-
MUS was all o. X. She reused, she in-
vented, and I've got one o them very
shirts on"
The look she gave him ought to have
torn him all TO pieces, but it didn't
zone year ago" be calmly resumed,
"if anybody had told me that the gentler
sex would soon demand open backed
Shirts I'd have gone fishing and never
returned. But the epoch has hove in
sight-she's right here. can recon-
mend them as boss. l."
"Who are you talking to, sir?" she
demanded in an awful voice.
ITO you, madam. was saying that
if wear 'em there is no reason why you
shouldn't"
81 appeal to these passengers" she ex-
citedly exclaimed
$50 do /" he answered. Everybody
in this car, with a button>behind shirt,
will please stand up until l can count
noses"
The old man stood up. He was all
alone. He looked around in sorrowful
way. and said:
'"The noses have have it, and the RESI-
olution is laid on the table. However,
I'll stick to mine, and don't believe this
woman here will 60 back on her dozen
till she has given them a fair show.
Which side of the neck do they button
on, madam |"
The yells that followed brought in the
driver. The old man was pointed out as
a drunkard and a woman>insulter and
the driver was feeling for his neck, when
the astonished man cried out:
"Who's drunk! Who's insulted any
body?"
"He kept talking about shirts !"
screamed the woman with the box.
"And you've got box full r. shouted
the man.
81 hain't ne-p
She turned up the box, and saw the la
bel for the first time She grew red, then
white, and then there was an awful ST.
lence. Ripping off the cover she exhibits
ed bolt Of mosquito netting nestled away
in the box. Nay she held it up, and even
shook it at the old man. He smiled
softly, nodded his head dozen times,
and blandly said:
Correct, madam-I tumble to it.
That doesn't look like dozen buttons
behind shirts, and Pm grieved if l Of
tended Put it back, madam, forget
that you ever saw me, and wear any
kind YOU are q mird tor