The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1879-08-21
Lemonade.

though ne is located Oh cake OF Ice
with angels tanning his fevered brow,
lemonade bears the palm. That is,
homemade lemonade. There is scarcely
a family of any note or responsibility in
the whole of this broad land that hasn't
some time or other compounded this
decoction. About midday the girls all
get thirsty. They don't know exactly
what they want, SO after trying various
things they decide to have this awe
inspiring mixture. Of course at this
time there are no lemons in the house,
and the boy of the establishment meets
with an untimely yank from base ball
match to 60 for some. He comes into
the house weeping, and threatens to
smash his sisters doll into thousand
bits for satisfaction. After being repri-
manded for what his mother terms
Hector-like conduct, he starts for the
store, but he doesn't whistle on the way.
Not an air of Pinafore is rendered in
in the sanguinaly manner peculiar to the
small boy. He finally returns with the
lemons, and is told he may resume his
base ball duties, but he doesn' t do it, he
wants some lemonade first.
81 speak for the skins" he yells as his
sister goes in quest of o pitcher.
keep still, You Tom !" she screeches
back
She comes back with the pitcher and
commences the operation of rolling the
lemons. All eyes are upon her now.
After she. has squeezed the juice into
the pitcher it is discovered there is no ice
in the house, and Tom, full of rage and
perspiration, is dispatched for some.
When he gets back with cake,
which has almost frozen his fingers off,
he sees them putting in sugar which is
so black that combination of molasses
and tar might be squeezed from it.
This is all stirred up with a large iron
spoon and slushed around and shaken
up and looked and contemplated for
few moments more. 1t looks like a
beverage which should be examined and
indorsed by the Board Of Health before
taken.
Sip, sip, goes Matilda, bending her
crane-like neck in the air, ''ain't this
awful nice :"
"Ya'p," responds Julia, this is awful
good.
Now goes ON Matilda as she swal-
lows another mouthful, this is Just the
kind jim and me met down to Liza S
last night Just think I'll borrow that
pattern from her - don't you think
Martha would look good in dress of
that cutl'
ooh, yes; awful good, responded the
rest in chorus. Then about mouthful
a piece is swallowed, and rapture dwells
upon the eyeballs of the imbibers, after
which Matilda continues:
Il should think Liza would know bet.
ter than to dress her child in blue when
it has black eyes; wouldn't your
They all he-he, and reply in the affirm
alive.
"Yes, and she sports oil paintings
continues Matilda in tone of envy,
land bric-a-brac and piano and satin
covered furniture. think I'd rather
go without these things and have a ser
want girl; don't you"
They all take some more lemonade TO
collect their ideas, and agree with Ma
tilda.
and then she always has her shop
ping sent home in Il big red wagon to
make folks think she has been laying in
lot of suti"
That's so, chorus the rest.
Here, you, Tom," wells the mother,
who up to this time has been too much
engrossed with the discussion to notice
anything else; ''you just drop that
pitcher; you've had yonr share. Jane
Just grab that pitcher and hold it"
Jane does as she is bid.
And them continues Matilda, after
catching her breath, "she is going to
turn that brown dress and trim it with
black. Isn't it too ridiculous for any
thirgl Did you ever hear anything like
it p
"Never!' chorus the crowd.
"What, neveri' inquiries Ton.
He is summarily elected.
"And then," goes on Matilda, ''she is
always talking about people and criticiz-
ing their clothes. | think she is too
beastly low for anything"
BY this time the lemonade is ex-
hausted and Jane is RECALLING herself on
the sugar remaining on the bottom Of
the pitcher. The rest run 10 the window