Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1904-12-23

| thoughtful.
After Mr.. Jobson had got away with
his two after-dinner smokes that even
ing Mrs Jobson got him to accompany
her on walk downtown to take look
at the shop windows in their Christmas
f1nery. Needless to say she steered him,
before he tired and began to think of his
pipe and his armchair, to the furrier's
window in which "her" squirrel coat was
fastened loosely and jauntily around the
person of handsome, dark-haired wax
lady.
The wrap of the dark-haired lady Of
wax claimed Mr.. Jobson's attention at
| once.
What kind of an animal or bird fur
nished the pelts for that coat?" he asked
Mrs. Jobson, evincing distinct interest in
the garment, which looked distinctly
swagger in the mellow light of the fur
rier's window.
"Why, that's one of the new squirrel
coats" replied Mrs. Jobson, not with any
particular show of interest. THAT is,
they first came in last year"
Like the thing?" inquired Mr. Job
son, viewing Mrs. Jobson with what he
thought was fine craftiness out of the
slants of his eyes.
"Um-ye-es," answered Mrs Jobson;
cts handsome, of course A little ultra,
as the milliners say of the striking hats
they make, but 1 suppose that is be-
cause the squirrel coats are so new, and
because we are not used to them yet"
"Well," said Mr.. Jobson, right at him
self when Mrs. Jobson's view seemed to
clash with his own. 81 think that coats
| just ripping, myself-think it's immense.
It's"
But" mildly interposed Mrs. Jobson,
somehow or another that squirrel fur
always looks to me as if''-and here she
| laughed merrily-"well, as II cow had
licked it the wrong way, don't you
think?"
Mr.. Jobson cooked his head on one side
and then shook 1t negatively.
mo-" he replied, 81 don't think any
thing of the sort. OF course, the hide
doesn't lie down pat and fat like the Sat-
urday night haircut of plumbers ap-
| prentice. l suppose you'd want 'em to
use bears grease or vaseline to make
| that fur lie down as fiat as pancake.
eh? Did you ever see squirrel with his
hair lying as close to his hide as If he'd
been swimming in Standard oil tank?"
Mrs. Jobson was constrained to reply
that she had never witnessed such phe-
nomenon.
NOW" went on Mr.. Jobson, "that-er
that sticky-up, sort O. porcupiny look
of that squirrel coat Is just the thing that
makes the hit with me. It's artistic.
hate these cut-and-dried, too-blamed-
smooth things. anyhow. There's sort
of jolly carelessness about the this-way-
and-that look of that squirrel fur that
strikes me-looks like good, strong,
nipping breeze were blowing against 1t,
eh?"
"Well," replied Mrs. Jobson, musingly,
with finger to her lip, ut has sort of
artistic effect when viewed from that
standpoint, really"
"Of course 1t has," eioquently put In
Mr.. Jobson, expanding with his subject.
by Joye, | didn't give you credit for
being able to catch my meaning. You're
coming along, for fact-association
after all these years, is at length begin
ming to do marvels for you," and Mr..
Jobson smiled complaisantly at his lit
tie joke.
do you know" said Mrs Jobson. az
they went away from the furrier's win
dow, that you are right about those
squirrel coats? It's remarkable how
quick you men are to catch an effect.
Positively 1t hadn't dawned upon me at
all, until you mentioned It, that those
squirrel coats are thoroughly artistic,
but | can see it now as plain as day.
Really, II everything goes we'll, I be-.
lieve should like to have one next year.
I do so love to wear things that you pick
out for me, because they invariably
prove to be just right, and next year"
"Tush! Let's go somewhere and have
some oysters" put In Mr. Jobson, m ak
ing an elephantlne effort to switch the
subject. and then Mrs. Jobson knew
that that squirrel coat was as good az
hanging In her closet
She was sure Of 1t when on the follow.
ing afternoon she purposely. passed the
furrier's and saw that the squirrel coat
had been removed from the window.
She went into the furrier's shop and
merely directed an inquiring glance at
him. He nodded pleasantly. Then he
handed Mrs Jobson the $40 rebate that
was coming to her.-Washington Star