The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-07-03

quired brains Will go when 1t
cookedr'
Mrs. Spoopendyke handed him pie
pan into which he dropped his bottor
crust, and then poured in the mine
meat.
'Got to lift your teeth pretty hig
to get around some of the meat, h
observed, as he tried to poke tn
Jumps into position with stick
Pm not sure whether mother used t,
CRATE the meat or crack il with ham
mer. but it don't make so much diff
ference. It's the crust that talks
when you come to conversation on pie
Now, you do this and he marked
out sprig on the top crust with hi
thumb; land when you get it on, thus
you pinch it around the edges, so
Seep My mother used to have an ole
wheel out of wooden clock, and sht
printed landscapes in holes all ovel
the pie. But that isn't necessary. II
adds luster, but no dignity, to the per
Torrance. Now, we put it in the
oven, this wise, and in short time we
will have accomplished results in the
| immediate line of pie.n
sit is really wonderful how well you
remember how your mother made
them,' smiled Mrs. Spoopendyke.
"You won't feel badly because it
beats yoursP" said Mr. Spoopendyke,
kindly. "You won't clvP" and he
chucked her under the shin, and
opened the stove door cautiously to see
how affairs were progressing.
'I'll try not to-" replied Mrs.
Spoopendyke, casting her eyes down,
and suppressing something that sound
ed like sob.
''Let's see. You stick in a broom
splint, don't you, when you want to
know If the pie is doneP. Where's
your broomp Show me the happy
broom that is to be immortalized by
testing this grand apotheosis of pie!'
Mrs. Spoopendyke produced the
broom, and the husband, carefully Sc
Letting one of the splints, jabbed away
at the upper crust.
at won't go in" he remarked, rath-
er dolefully, selecting another with
similar results. "The trouble is with
the broom. Haven't you got broom
that knows something about its busl-
ness, or is this one of those pious
brooms that won't work on SundaysP"
and he broke up several more splints
in a vain endeavor to penetrate the
pie.
Hadn't you better try the handle,
dearp" suggested Mrs. Spoopendyke.
mo, L hadn't better try the handle,
1ear'' mimicked Mr.. Spoopendyke.
Come out here, and let's see what's
he occasion of this uncalled for resist |
lncen' and Mr.. Spoopendyke hauled
lis pie out of the oven and fired it |
Town on the table. SCOT an idea that .
Tou're going to be assassinated with a |
room splint, haven't YEP Think
vOu're q sort of bulwark of Ameri-
ian liberties and bound to resent for
ign Intervention, don't YEP Well,
'ou amt; you're only measly pie,
nd you're going to have something
tuck in We, if it takes a cold chisel
nd a cannon!" and Mr.. Spoodendyke
tabled at it with a fork, and then
With chopping knife, without pro-
ucing the faintest impression.
You're up in pie, what dye suppose
J the matter with the thing?'' he
sked, turning on his wife.
"If I'd been your mother, 1 should
ave put some lard in the crust,' re-
lrned Mrs. Spoopendyke, compla-
emily.
81 don't know how you're going to
ct lard in crust that you can t pene-
18th beyonetr' retorted Mr.. Spoo-
endyke, upon whom it began to dawn
lat there was hitch somewhere.
I've almost forgotten how mother .
ID try pies to see if they were done" !
''Did she ever try club?" inquired :
rs. Spoopendyke, timidly.
mo, she didn't try a club" roared
r. Spoopendyke. Come thither, my
,ntle pier' he howled, planting his
It in the middle of the apparatus. :
Listen to the voice of the siren in =
liringly within! and he dropped it on :
o floor, and planted his heel upon it. :
Front door closed for repairs; en-
ance at the back" and he kicked the
hole business to the ceiling.
"Your mother must have been very T
gorous for her age" observed Mrs. :.
calmly. "
''Its those gasted Jumps of meat" "
arled Mr.. Spoopendyke, picking up !,
5 pie, and examining its knobs and Il
mps attentively. 81 thought they'd 9,
cit when subjected to intense heat. n
AWAY. the inside of that pie is all y
.ht, if 1 could only get the lid off. 81
It anything l can get under the q
ore and lift the roof off this business? ~
mme that can opener! Give way, :,
WI Whoopi Once more! XII yah! All :.
yether, now! Whe-e-el There she :. =.
mesm And the crush gave way re- o. .,
aling chunks of beef and apple par o. .,
rs, half-cooked, and still steaming.
Il suppose your mother put in the
ces and cider after the hired man
d wrenched the pie open" remarked
$. Spoopendyke, solemnly.
You do. do yep squealed Mr.. OF
sqatting down and
ting his hands on his knees, while NJ
grinned in his wife's face. THAT -,
up of quicksilver you call your u
nd, has got around to where it
nsacts the supposing business, has 10
Praps you don't like the pie! 1
ose you've got some fashionable no W
n that YOU don't care to associate
il this pie! Well, you needn't. l OF
,'t force unplpasant acnuaintanoas