Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-02-18
LEARNING JOBSONS WAYS

4 .. cpbSoil IL a CQSlpn 10 ask MT.
Jobson every morning at the breakfast ia
BILE what he wants for dinner. The scheme
| does not work very well sometimes For
| example, if she puts the question to him
| before he has started in to eat his break
| fast he. under the stimulus of his morning
| appetite, is liable to order that a substantial
| d1nner be ready for him when he returns
from the Office in the evening On such oc-
casions he generally returns from his days
| work without any appetite Whatever. and
| asks Mrs. Jobson why she has been and
| gone and cooked up such lot of stuff that
| ne can't eat. On the other hand when Mrs.
Jobson waits until Mr.. Jobson has practi-
| cally finished his breakfast before she asks
him what he desires to be spread before
| him for dinner, he is likely to tell her TO go
/ very light on the dinner question that day
that he thinks he is over-eating himself a
DIT, and that she might we'll get him a
sort of picked-up' dinner that day. a bit
! of salad hot biscuit and that sort of thing
not regular, everyday feed. On these
| days Mr.. Jobson usually gets home from his
| once with an expression as of starved
| wolf on his face, and he delivers himself of
| remarks anent women who are too tired
| ne pronounces that word tired in very
| sarcastic manner-to cook their husbands
something to eat after they 0he husbands)
| have PCT in a hard days toll, etc, etc.
| Mrs Jobson profits by experience, and
| she had all of this in mind one morning,
| about ten days ago. when she asked Mr..
| Jobson, when he was about through break
| fast, what his wishes were with respect 10
| dinner that day. Mr.. Jobson had eaten two
| nicely Drowned lamb chops, couple of
scrambled eggs, some fried potatoes, two or
| thee rolls and had drunk two cups OF
| coffee. Consequently he replied:
| ooh, any old thing will do today. Make
| it hSht-bit of cold meat, hot biscuits and
| some of those canned peaches you had the
other day. I'm getting too much to eat
| lately, anyhow"
| W, a.. MI ~ To-
| time you gave me similar Instructions
| asked Mrs. Jobson. How you came home
| that evening looking like man who had
| crossed over two three Chiikoot passes
| in a row, and said you We're famshed, and
| asked me why I didn't possess the ordinary
amount Of intuition with which women are
endowed and have something fit for white
| man to eat on the table?'
| "Oh, that's all right about the riot" said
/ Mr. Jobson, land. by the way, you want to
cut OUT that habit you're getting into lately
| of casting up. light picked-up dinner is
what l want today, Mrs Jobson.''
| So Mrs. Jobson had the light. picked-up
| dinner all ready when Mr.. Jobson came
home. Precisely what he had asked for
| was on the table when he came in. He
looked it over with en- expression of pro-
| found surprise on his face.
| Mrs. JobsoE,' said ne, turning with a
| counterance full of suspicion TO the wife of
| his bosom. did you receive the note ! sent
you at noon today by colored boy from
my ottice?"
| A>otC. il4ulTeu MIS-. JObSOu, WIN d sur
prised look. Why, no, 1 received no note.
What did it say?'
"Of course" went on Mr. Jobson. you
were out at noon ,gadding about the streets,
as usual?''
| Il went out for couple of hours shop
ping this morning" said Mrs. Jobson.
| But what has that to do with your note?"
well, the boy brought it here. of course.
| and did not find you in. that's all, Mrs. job
SON. said he. I'm the note l stated that I
had reconstdered the matter of dinner. said
| that l would probably have my post-grip
along with me. and asked that you get me
| up a good dinner today. If you had not
| been monkeying around the streets you'd
| have got my note, and I'd have had some
! thing fit to eat ready for me row, instead
| of this truck-canned peachesI What kind
| of stuff is canned peaches to give to a man
that's hungry after days grinding labor,
I'd like to know?" etc, etc.
Then Mr. Jobson clomped out to the cor
ner market, bought threepouud tender
loin steak. and ostentatiously handed it to
Mrs. Jobson with the naughty request that
she cook if for his dinner.
Day before yesterday at breakfast Mrs.
Jobson again put the what-will-you-h have
for-dinner question to her lord ana master.
as usual He wanted a picked-up dinner,
he replied-for he had finished his morning
meal when she asked him the question.
Mrs. Jobson didn't say anything, but
along toward 1 o'clock in the afternoon she
Just accidentally on purpose happened to
drop into Mr.. Jobson's office. She looked
rosy-cheeked and rather stunning in some
II,
and Mr.. Jobson was rather glad to have his
fellow-clerks see what handsome wife he
! had and how well she was looking.
Anything especial?'' asked MIR Jobson of
his spouse. out in the hall
NO. indeed" replied Mrs. Jobson. 81
happened to be passing. and so [ thought L
would drop in to see You for a moment. By
the way, what do you think you'd like for
dinner today? l forgot to ask you before
you left this morning.
Mr.. Jobson looked hard at her but calm
innocence reposed in her eyes.
I'm as hungry as the Dickens replied
Mr.. Jobson. and | wish you'd get one of
those ducks ] in passing the market
store this morning and roast it brown for
dinner. And have some mince pie, too. and
all the trimmings. in fact Haven't been so
hungry for a hundred years.
Mr.. Jobson did a lot of thinking after his
wife had left his office, and the more he
thought the deeper a certain impression
seemed TO work into him.
burned if | don't believe she is getting
on to my curves was the final result of
his conclusions.