The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-04-05
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The Cnhappiness That Resulted from .
Laundry Custom.


Laundry Custom.
'No good luck stirring but lights on
nay shouldezs,' said Horace McVicker
the other day. Frank Goodwin, man
ager of Clara Morris, is an old friend Of
mine, so when he came to town for a
two weeks stay asked him to come
down and stop at my house. He did,
and the second dayehe was there dug out
about 81 worth of laundry work, which
had been accommodating as he travelled,
and asked my wife if he could have it
done IN. the Heighborhood. She-build-
ing more wisely than she knew-told
him she would send it to the laundry
with my own bundle, and did it. The
result was that eight shirts and lot Of
underwear and Ifandkerchiefs, and col
lars and cuffs, and socks and night robes
came back with my full name on them
in indelible ink. Ny wife sorted Good
wins clothes out and put them aside for
him and then told me OF the error Of the
laundry folks in putting my name on
Goodwin's toys.
This gave me an idea, and the next
day when Goodwin and were standing
in crowd Of fellows at the theatre l
saw handkerchief sticking out OF his
side pocket and said:
'''That looks like one of my wife's,
Frank?
"Then I pulled it out and looked it
over and showed him my name on it. L
didn't reproach him. just gave him a
significant look and tucked the handker
chief in my pocket while everybody gave
poor Goodwin the laugh. He blushed
and told me afterward that he didn't
think it was treating him right to give
him that sort of a deal before folks.
Next day he was on the stage during
a rehearsal, and 1 put Miss Morris up TO
ask him for his handkerchief, which she
did in an off hand way during some stage
business. Frank promptly complied,
and Miss Morris looked at the handker-
chief moment afterward and said:
This seems to be yours, Mr.. Nc
Wicker.
Il took it, located my name in the cor
ner, walked over to Goodwin and showed
it to him, and stuck it in my pocket, and
walked away without a word. but with
expressive looks and business of panied
disgust. Then the company laughed at
Goodwin, and he fled.
THAT same evening was with Good
win GZld another friend i'll a candy store,
and as Goodwin took out his handker-
chief to wipe his lips after drink of
soda water l gave my friend the cue, and
he caught GOodwin's hand and the hand
kerchief and said
''Hello! Are you living with Hor-
ace:'
Goodwin said he was, and wanted to
know why.
90 4 see his name on your handkerchief
that's all, he said, and laughed.
''At this l grabbed the handkerchief,
looked it over, located my name, pointed
it out to Goodwin, and damned it in my
pocket. Then L fell TO wagging my head
ominously and pulling at my mustache
agitatedly.
"'Upon my word said Goodwin, who
was greatly embarrassed, 4 didn't know
anything about it. Really, [ had no in
tention"--
81 don't want to talk about it, said l,
hotly. Only when we get home l want
to look over your linen. l don't mind
accommodating friend, but | do object
TO being worked
Zone or two friends had dropped in
meanwhile, and they joined in the gen
eral grin at Goodwin.
That night when we reached home 1
pretended to have forgotten all about it.
but Goodwin hadn't, and, going to his
room, he dragged out his laundered
clothes and looked them over. Then he
bounced into the sitting room where
sat and said:
Gimme back my handkerchiefs.
Every blessed piece of linen I've got has
your name on it. The laundry folks did
it, and I've been yielding up handker-
chiefs to you at every jump. Give upp
Il gave him gleeful laugh and fed.
And now he refuses to eat at the same
table with me, Chicago Mail.