St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1900-07-21
! Mr.. JobSOn'S New Clothes

M RS. J0BSON was seated by one of
lVI the front windows of the Jobson
domicile on Saturday afternoon last
when the procession of bundles adj
dressed to Mr.. Jobson began to arrive.
They came with such consecutiVeness
and close continuity that Mrs. Jobson
barely had time to open one bundle
and examine the contents thereof be-
fore wagon would pull up in front
of the house and disgorge another
bundle. All told, there were about
nine of them. When Mrs. Jobson had
opened them all and spread the con-
tents all around the room there was
but one conclusion for her. She tot
tered into chair and covered her face
with her bands.
''The poor old boy is SO overworked
that he is losing his mind" she said
to herself, with conviction. "He is
going completely OFF his head"
The more she looked over the con-
tents of the bundles addressed to Mr..
Jobson the more she was convinced
that Mr.. Jobson was on the verge of
mental dissolution. Here is a partial
list of some of the things in the bum
dies:
A bold, impressionistic, plaid suit
large as paving stones, but nearly So
a suit, in fact, la the renowned
Chuck" Conners.
A cream-colored sombrero, with a
slate-gray scarf wrapped in many folds
around the sides.
A pair of patent leather Oxford ties,
OF extreme ultra bulldog shape. with
halfainch extension soles.
A fancy vest, with blue, red, yellow
and green polka dots studfIng the
same.
Six pairs torrid silk stockss, of more
varieties of tints than wereoeyer seen
in any covenant in the skies since the
beginning of the world.
Three neckties (puf scarfs. to be
exact) that would make any Burne-
Jones color scheme look like gray
morning in a miasmatic swamp, ETC.,
etc. M
This" mused Mrs. Jobson, sorrow
fully, sis the final symptom. will
have to go away with Mr.. Jobson for
a long time. He must have rest.
Perhaps he will gradually regain his
faculties if he gives up the cares of
business for at least four months"
She was still sitting IN the midst
"a 1nh
son came in. whistling. He didn't
look like a man with dimmed facul-
ties at all He appeared to be pretty
iaunty, as matter of fact. Mrs. job
son sat and regarded him sorrowfully.
"Oh, the things have come, I see. :"
said Mr.. Jobson, in quite an unusual
" good-natured tone of voice. How
dye like 'em. Mrs. Jobson2"
Mrs. Jobson rested her chin on her
hand and made no reply.
Great suit, isn't it?" said Mr.. job
son, picking up the coat and holding
it out at arms length ttPiece of Eng
lish goods that struck my fancy. Lit
tie lively in its conception, but chaste,
at that, don't you think SOP"
"It is lively" replied Mrs. Jobson,
with mournful glance at her hus-
band.
"Ah, and the shoes!" said Mr.. job
son, picking one of the bulldog pedals
up and holding ii out. Now, that's
what r call sensible piece Of foot
gear. don't you? Roomy, and yet sty-
lish. It's taken me long while to
4 come around to this shape of shoe,
but I'm going to wear 'em now for
the rest of my life. just a little-er
pronounced in their general design,
perhaps, but neat-distinctly neat
don't yoa think so?s
"They are pronounced" said Mrs.
Jobson, shifting her chin to her other
hand.
"And these socks" said Mr.. Jobson,
picking up pair that looked as if
they had been dipped in purple, red,
green, black, orange ana pink dyeing
vats; they're just the caper for low
shoes, aren't they? Er-maybe just
trife- -caloric, shall I sayo-but
rich, rare and racy, as it were-beit-
ting the hot weather season. Like
'eTn?"
Mrs. Jobson was compelled to pass
this time.
a0h, here's the hat, TOO" said Mr..
Jobson, picking the sombrero ont Of
its inclosing bandbox and putting It.
on his head and regarding himself
in the mantel glass. I've been want
ing a hat like this for years, but I've
been holding back for some reason or
other. It's got a prairie look, hasn't
it? Now. if you don't call this sweep
ing, breezy big, whole-sonled, rol
licking hat, then / don't knew what
you call it, Mrs. Jobson, that's air.
tIt's breezy and rollicking," said
Mrs Jobson, in a choked voice.
aD'ye like this vest?" inquired Mr..
Jobson, picking up the fancy waist
coat and looking it over admiringly.