The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1904-01-05
TALES ABOUT TOWN


II may be that woman is the weak
er. when compared with her lord and
too often her master. 1t may be
that, as rule, she couldn't take a
firm grip on the management of a
big business and do half as much
kicking as her husband, when she fail
ed to succeed, and make everyone
from the head clerk to the baby at
home quite as miserable as the old
man when profits we're going the
wrong way, but for good sbrewd do
mestic economy on bargain sales, she
can just give him all the high cards
and score nine points out of ten. The
Tales About Town man sat patiently
shivering in snow belated car Sat
urday evening while opposite him
were two ladies who talked fast
enough to keep warm from the ex-
ercise. The Tales man couldn't get
all the conversation for various rea-
sons. He was pretty well down I'm a
big coat collar, and his teeth were
doing a Happy-New-Year chatter,
like q telegraph instrument on press
wire on election night, but he got
enough to know that those two women
had the mercantile situation, in town
like Canton, figured down closer than
town, and IL run something like this:
Cheap, well I guess II does pay to
wait until after Christmas"
why, yes of course, my isn't this
car cold, just told john"
Il wonder If they'll ever go"
that I could afford to-
My, / hops Charley hasn't forgotten
the water pipes. Excuse me, go on.
wait until after New Years for
Oh, my yes, you can get anything
from
"a wrap, because they'll sell them
at half price,"
"a handkerchief to a set Of"
why, certainly, the merchants just
charge
-"furs for song, when they have
a stock to get rid off, why
you when things are in season,
and
--'there'll be dozen good sales this
week
Tive held back in buying every
thing, even"
Why so have l, and"
--"darned the girls stockings until
| am ashamed. because"
Goodness, I'm glad we're going at
last"
(When the tales column was crowd.
ed by ads this morning, all bargain
sales, the Tales man remembered his
friends of the cold carr
A Canton woman was scanning the
marriage columns Of newspaper and
remarked to her husband: Here's
a strange coincidence-a William
Strange married Martha Strange"
Strange, indeed" replied the hus-
band, "but' expect the next thing will
be little stranger"
Two knights of the grip, one hail
ing from Canton, the other from New
York, each with the allotted portion of
nerve, supplemented by a flow of
spontaneous eloquence, were exchang-
ing experiences while waiting for an
eastbound train at a local railway sta
tion a few days ago. The discussion
had become very frivolous indeed,
when reporter standing near hap.
pened to hear the Canton man Ito his
shame be 1t said) express himself
as follows: But, say, did you ever
kiss Boston girl? No, honest, did
you? Now you know If you kiss a
Canton girl, you're liable to melt the
gold in your teeth. The moment you
grab her she wants to bite her name
In your neck. And before you let
go, she says: What time will you
be here tomorrow night?' But the
Boston girl straightens up until she
feels as far above you as Beacon hill
and wipes her glasses: Mr.. Johnson,
your conduct shocks me beyond an ut
lterance.'
And did you ever notice the way
they talk in Boston? Now you know
you'll hear Canton girl say: What
are you giving us, taffy?' A Boston
girl never says that She says: 'Of
what would you like to make me the
recipient, confection whose chief