The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1891-08-08
MR.. AND MRS. BOWSER.
Some Dome este Incidents That Make tn
EoroiIv Wheel Co R0und

table.
Anything wrong?" queried Mrs. Bow
ser.
Anything wrongl Would I complain
if there wasn't something wron2f Does
any husband ever complain until the last
straw breaks the camel's back? It's all
lunches and lunches and bundles"
But it was only yesterday you were
saying what an elegant fit this last lot
were"
Never said anything of the sort! Fact
is never had a shirt that fitted me with
| in forty rods, and never expect to have,
| and it's the same with collars
"There is surely something wrong this
morning" she said. as she made closer in
spection. Let me get you another collar"
cit would only be the same / suppose
it's my fate to go through life with shirt
all hunchcd up between my shoulders and
collar saving my ears off. suppose there
are wives who pay some little attention to
their husbands comforts, butt
"Nr Bowser you ordered those shirts
| yourself" she interrupted.
| certainly
| "You were satisfied with them"
| Eyes"
''They set perfectly lovelyF'
| "Wellf"
| "Then what have to do with it,"
Mrs. Bowser," he calmly observed, RS
| be rose and assumed his favorite pose,
there are such things as buttonholes in
shirts There are bands and yokes and
seams A shirt may go into the bureau
| folded in an intelligent manner, or 1t may
be ruffled and crumpled and spoiled A
wifely wife looks out for these things. A
wife who doesn't care two cents for her
husbands comfort doesn't concern herself
about such trihes. Good morning, Mrs.
Bowser!'
He hadn't been gone half an hour when
Mrs. Bowser was looking high and low for
his nightshrt. 1t couldn't be found. 1t
had disappeared off the face of the earth
leaving not even a button behind. When
he came up to lunch she said;
'Mr. Bowser, l can't find your night
shirt"
II presume not!" he calmly replied,
"some houses have head and system,
and the nightshrt don't get mixed up with
the potatoes down cellar"'
II don't believe you took it off this morn
ing. You put your dayshirt on over it, and
that's the reason you had such trouble"
Mrs Dowser, if you wish to infer that
I'm an idiot just speak right out in plain
language!' roared Mr. Bowser across the
table.
But you might do such thing"
$50 the Hudson river might run into
Lake Erie! It's far more likely that you
carried that shirt up in the garnet or down
cellar shouldn't be surprised to find the
girl using it for u dustrag In the kitchen"
Mr.. BOwser, You We got that shirt on! l
know it. III dare You TO remove your col
lar" she exclaimed.
Il have said that this house had no sys-
tenn" he slowly replied as he rose from the
table. '"To prove that | am right l will
take off Iny collar and unbutton the band
Of my shirt. Now, then, are you satisfied
that it is owing to your want of atten
tion"-
"You've got it on" she interrupted. as
she pulled at the band Of his nightshrt.
1T can't bel''
But here it is! You forgot to take it
OFF,
Mr. Bowser turned pa" and walked off
UPSTAIRS. Ten minutes 1HCer he came down
and said:
"Mrs. Bowser, don't ever play another
sucf. trick on mep'
"Why. what had to do with it," she
asked.
"Ncver you mind about that but don't
attempt anything more of the kind.
have already stood far more than most hus
bands wouldn'
The other awfuIIy hot day he came limp
ing home and fell into the chair and
groaned:
"Il he hanged i'll don't hire blind
woman To come here and look after my
things My feet are all cut to pieces by
these Internal old socks!'
odd socksl Why, bought 'em new for
you only three days ago.
Holes in both Of 'em, but might have
expected that. Look there"'
He pulled of his shoes and displayed a
pair III all wool socks with hole in the
heel If each
Whit on earth are you doing with those
| s''cks or" -hc exclaimed. Il told you last
night where u find six new pairs of sum
rner socks"
"Jhry weren't there"
'Bnt they were, and you went into the
clothes preaa and dug these out of the bot
| tom III the trunk"
Mr.. Bow1cr, you said I'd find socks in
the bottom drawer Of the bureau"
"Yeh"
| well, there isn't d sock there. There
isn't the slightest reason to believe you
ever put Il sock there I'll bet a million
|
| Come up stairs"
| He followed her up. and she went to the
bureau, pulled out the drawer aud pointed
to the six pairs Of socks resting there
| Eyes. ! sec" he observed. as he backed
of. "But where were they last night
when wanted then"
| Right there"
| "Um! Mrs Bowser, don't want to
criticlse your way Of keeping house. No hus-
band ever finds fault with his wife when it
Is possible to avoid it, and be is always
willing to suffer and endure; but, Mrs
Bowser, feel it my duty to sit down and
have long talk with you, and to speak to
you very plainly We must have system
here, or 1t will be better for you to go back
to your mother. You can get four trains
out of here day for Detroit, Mrs. Bowser
-four trains a day-and your mother
would meet you at the depot there Socks!
Yes! / see them now, but where were they
last night, Mrs. Bowser?"-M Quad in
New York World.
| Nervous Indigestion.
| The nrimc callse of mOst Of the narvous