The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1903-05-28
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smoke when | became a man.
why, papa?"
well, it is bad habit. and, besides,
it might injure your health, and, again,
it is expensive"
The child was silent for about min
ute. Then he said:
Papa, | think when / am man I
will smote, and tell my little boy not
to do o.''-Cincinnati Enquirer
Joseph Kline was 103 years old yes
terday and but for a slight attack Of
rheumatism, which precluda3 his in
Gulging in his usual birthday dance, the
celebration of another anniversary was
led by the centenarian, whose witt
cisms and jokes at the expense Of the
younger persons present provoked
much laughter
At the home OF his daughter, Mrs.
Samuel Goodman, at 1925 Girard ave-
nue., Kline made merry with his chill
dren, grand children and great-grand-
children, last evening. The celebration
suddenly terminated at o'clock, for
at that hour Kline always retires. His
'early-to-bed' habit is in a measure
one of the secrets of his logevity. He
is out every morning before o'clock
Mr. Kline bears his great age remark
ably we'll His mind and memory are
so we'll preserved that he frequently
corrects his daughter and grandchil-
dren as to events and dates.
eff | could work l would be altogeth-
er happy" he said yesterday. "But [
had to give up when l was SO years old,
and you don't llnOw how hard it was to
be idle
IF you smoke good tobacco and keep
your pipe clean you can enjoy life with
out the habit doing you any HARM"
said he, as he displayed sweetbriar.
showing signs of constant use. He has
preserved every pipe that he ever
| smoked.
Mr. Kline was born in Roumania.
He acquired knowledge Of English
and German, and finally was able to
speak five languages fairly we'll.
In 1873 he came to America and
worked as tanner, and later at other
occupations. Just before ceasing work
| entirely he assisted son in the meat
| business He gave up that position five
years ago.-Philadelph North Amer
| lean.
She begged to be hired. 'Hissus,
take mel: she pleaded. 81 can do any
thing | amt afraid Of work. I'm all
alone in the world Nobody to worry
| me. | want good home and small
wages. I'll wash, clean house, wait on
table, and cook I'm a splendid cook"
where did you come from?" I'm
| from Welsh" She was engaged prin-
citpally because she was ungainly and
| unhandsOme, and withal willing. She
arrived Saturday afternoon at g. At
half past she had the toothache. The
mistress recommended holding cloves
in her mouth Sunday morning her
shoulder panied her and she had the
shivers. She was not permitted to try
her hand at cooking. Sunday evening
| she waited on the table. In removing
| the plates and dishes she grabbed them
up by the arnful AS she shook with
a handful of knives, forks, and spoons
| she resembled Jove and the thunder
bolts. Monday morning she looked at
the family wash and Immediately got
desperately i'll. "Missus, you-you-
don't have as much as this all the
timer" Certainly; that is a light
wash" Her illness became intense
At Sundays dinner, two friends be-
ing present, the conversation turned on
the various brands of oatmeal and the
value of the food in proteids. The lady
from Welsh listened. The oatmeal box
was left on the sidebOard, after an eX-
animation, to disprove the statement
| of a guest that he had saved coupons
for five months and got set of hand
some dishes containing Is pieces. Mon
day morning the master of the house
discovered Outmeal at his plate. He
had whetted an appetite for waffles and
ham, with good old ham gravy Take
this stuff away" he yelled frantically
Il have long ago ordered it off my
dietary" The lady from Welsh grab
bed the dish and fed kitchenward,
where the mistress, hearing faint
groans, followed her. The sudden ill
ness was now alarming. In her ankle
ty to eat the whole of the oatmeal, to
get it out of the masters way, the poor
creature had covered it half an inch
thick with what looked like granulated
sugar, and was sputtering madly over
the first mouthful why did you put
hominy on your oatmeal % the mistress
asked 'Hominy? Hominy? Lordy,
I'm dying. I thought it was sugar."
In five minutes she had packed up her
things and was on the car, intelligence
officeWard bOund.-New York Press
An elegantly attired lady, with a
beautiful Victoria waiting for her at
the curb, stood at the front door of an
old-fashiOned and dignified mansion in
Madison avenue. The butler said the
mistress of the mansion was at homo,
and took he callers card up stairs
He returned presently, saying that
his mistress wished to be excused
Something there was in his manner
that the caller did not like Just what.
she could not say, for the manner of
servants is often vague and underlined
She drove to her own home, in a
more expensive and modern neighbor-
hood, ard sent note to the mistress of
the Madison avenue mansion.
By her own liyeried courier she
shortly received this reply:
Madam-You have asked me to ex-
plain. You should know that your pub
lie disregard of those proprieties gov
erning men and women, whatever their
social posiuOn, makes it impossible for
self-respecting woman to approve of