San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-02-12
HANsIE's NEW YEARS DINNER.
Story of Small Roy Who Ate Too
Much Fowl and Had No Room for Pie,

Story of a Small BOY who Ate Too
Much Fowl and Had No Room for Pie.
recall my first New Years dinner at
my grandfather's. Shall ever forget it?
made myself ridiculous, and though but
a little shaver of five or six my greed re-
mained "A standing joke at all the succeed
ing family reunions.
1t WAS, | remember, u most bountiful
feast. can see that table now At the
head great gobbler sent up u mouth
watering Sage-Onion steam, his hulking
sides shining as if vanished in delicious
brown. At the foot crouched huge
haunch of venison, the intervening space
crowded with game and chicken pies,
every variety Of fresh vegetables, sausr-
kraut, pickles, barberTy jelly, honey and
preserves, apple, pumpkin and mince pies,
cheese and sweet cake. On side table at
my grandmother's elbow stood pitchers of
cider and Il shining metal pot filled to the
nozzle with the best Bohea tea, strong as
lye
The sight of the table was luscious, and
TO he but Il child and obliged to eat stand
ing, to be "seen and not heard" was hard
indeed, to wait second table was simply
unbearabie.
was too bold and hungry to submit.
crowded in beside my mother. Engaged in
conversation and serving, she gave little
attention to my presence, while i r9ided
her plate, my grandfather, by whom she
sat, replenishing it with sly twinkle of
the eye, rs fast as devoured.
At length could eat no more. Distracted
by the sight of so many goodies" left I'M
tasted, broke out in diSconsolate howl.
Everybody stared. ....
why, Hansie" said my mother, what's
the NATTER" ... ........ .... .r.
| blubbered the louder ~. a.a..
"Hansie," she repeated, I'm ashamed
OF you. What is it? Does your tooth
ache-swalIowed bone?"
"No-o-o, m-a-a-m.'
"What does all you, them"
Pm m-;t-ad" | burted out.
"Oh, you naughty child!' and she shook
me sOundly.
Margaret Ann, mebbe he's sick" said
my grandmother, anXiously, from the
other end of the table; then coaxingly,
"Hansie, come over to granny"
went, still clinging to turkey bone.
"'Tell granny what's the matter" she
whispered, kindly, as wedged against her
WAS We crowded."
Eyes, ma-;,m; wa-a-s," answered
well, wouldn't cry about it no more
Got plenty of room now, haven't We?
There's nice bit-a pigeon breast"
At that shrieked "Oh, dearl oh, dearr"
In perfect fury.
stop, Hansie, this very minnit now, or
Phi know the reason why" cried my
mother. jumping up and coming to us.
do you feel sick? You hev eaten enough
to kill ye Does your stomach ache?"
mo, ma'am"
"What posters ye, thens"
"There there, eat the breast. Hansie,"
urged my grandmother.
II ca-a-a-n't, granny" roared. LII
ca-a-nt. III amt got no place to-put--
Il! BOo-hoo! boo-hoo! | want another
Boo-hool boo-hoo! hain't had |
no pie, nuther; nowheres to put it. Oh, / |
wisht | got another stomach. Boo-hoo,
boo-hoov"
With quick grasp my mother hurried |
her small glutton into the bedroom, and, |
as his screams testified, did her best at his
reformation, not even my gentle grand
mother interfering. so strictly was parental
upheld among the Dutch in I'VE
olden TYNE '-Harper's Young People.