The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-12-26
JiIson,s shirt studs.

Jilson came home late and was In
hurry, says the Washinston Star He was
going out toadinner and had only a few
minutes to shave and don his dress suit
Jilson does not like to be late at din
ner party; in fact, he prides himself upon
being prompt at all times. He would
nave asked Mrs. Jilson to put the buttons
and studs in his dress shirt but he re-
mempered an awrul experience ne once
had after suggestion of this kind, and
Kipling would say.
Jilson came in from the bath room,
where he had been shaving. Blood was
creeping down his chin, for in his haste
he had gashed his face. Snatching a shirt
from drawer, he began rummaging in
the customary place for the studs. AS he
like an Archibald Clavering Gunther nov
Ell.
Il can't find my studs anywhere" he
said, in a cold, hard tone meant to be
severe, but yet intended to show that he
Kept his temper. 1t does beat all where
they've gone to-.
What is the matter?' asked Mrs. Jill
son from the next room.
Il can't ind my shirt studs" said Jill
son, in a tone which was meant TO i'm
ply that Mrs. Jilson could tell where they
were.
."Oh, those little studs are in my white
shlrt waist which hangs up IN the closet
back of the bed,' said Mrs. Jilson.
Jilson made a rush for the closet and
tore down dozen or more articles of
feminine apparel before he found the shirt
waist with the studs.
own" he snapped out as he removed the
his own. III
You men have nicer studs than / can
get, said Mrs. Jilson without a tremor.
My cum buttons are gone shouted jill
son. moment later. Have you got
them hid somewhere, too?"
They are in the green silk waist which
hangs right next the white waist in the
same closet, responded Mrs. Jilson, after
giving herself time for reflection. AS this
was one of the articles piled on the floor
in a heap it was some time before Jilson
recovered it. He finally came to the sur
face amid perspirat.on and profanity.
IF l couldn't dress without swearing. :"
said Mrs, Jilson with severity, Il would
stop going OUT
II don't seem to have any collar but
tons" howled Jilson, without taking time
to reply to the last remark Have you
got them slowed away in some of your
mannish apparel?"
"You are fortunate if they are LOST said
Mrs. Jilson; II have tried every one of
them and they are useless. The back of
my neck is sore where they have cut into
it, and have had to give up wearing col
lars for a day or5two. Why don't you get
some decent collar buttons?" 49,
yelled Jilson. and he mumbled something
that was not very complimentary to wo-
men who were wearing mems clothes;
tons and Jilson's dressing proceeded for a
few minutes without interruption.
What have you done with my cuff fast
eners?" shouted Jilson.
well, you needn't wake the children
said Mrs Jilson. II don't know where
your cuff fasteners are. I didn't know you
had any cuff fasteners"
Jilson danced about the room like a
maniac. My cuff fasteners are gone; no
| one would take them but you; no one
would NEEDLE with my things; no one
| would wear my clothes but you. Now,
where are they? They are to fasten my
| cuffs to my sleeves, like this and Jilson
! illustrated with a broken fastener.
| "Oh, those things" said Mrs, Jilson,
| smiling. Yes, l took them. used them
| to fasten up my bicycle trousers where |
! lost a button yesterday"
| Mrs. Jilson was then in her bicycle cos
/ tune, and upon the firm demand of Jilson
| went after the fasteners, which were pro-
| duced after some delay.
| You men are so troublesome, said
| Mrs. Jilson. why didn't you say what
| you wanted in the first place, without all
| this fuss? Here you have been dancing
! about, upsetting everything, throwing
| down my clothes, losing your temper, al,
| because You don't know what you want.
| You'll be late for your dinner, now, she
| added, as Jilson struggled into his coat
and started down the stairs. And don
lay the blame on your wife, as men al
ways do"
| Jilson banged the door and something
| that sounded like d the new womanr'
foated up from the veStibule.