Perth Amboy evening news., 1904-12-24

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time that coat began to rub some, isn't
it? Let's see, you've had that piece of
fur since and he leaned back in his
chair and began to calculate.
What they wearing in fur coats now,
anyhow? q said Mr.. Jobson, after his cal
culating silence.
"Oh, everything replied Mrs. Jobson.
Mink. marten. Persian lamb. seal, OF
course, squirrel-it's a very diversified
year for furs-everything seems to be
fashionable"
"Um," unused Mr.. Jobson, still looking
thoughtful.
After Mr.. Jobson had got away with
his two after-dinner smokes that even
ing Mrs. Jobson got him to accompany
her on a walk downtown TO take a look
at the shop windows in their Christmas
finery. Needless to say she steered him,
before he tired and began to think of his
pipe and his armchair, to the fHrrier's
window in which her squirrel coat was
fastened loosely and %jauntily around the
person Of a 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 q fine c%raftiness out OF the
slants of his eyes.
~"Um-ye-es," answered Mrs. .Jobson;
tits handsome, of course. A little ultra,
as the milliners say OF the striking hats
they make, but l suppose that is be-
cause the squirrel coats are SO new, and
because We are not used to them yet"
We'll" said Mr.. Jobson, right at him
self when Mrs. Jobson's view seemed to
clash with his own. Il think that coats
Just ripping, myself-think It's immense.
It's"
But" mildly i%nterposed Mrs. Jobson,
somehow or another that squirrel fur
always looks to me as if"-and here she
laughed merrily-"well, as if a COW had
licked it the wrong way, don't you
think?'
Mr.. Jobson cooked his head on one side
/ and then shook it negatively.
"No," he replied, Il don't think any
thing Of the sort. OF course, the hide
doesn't lie down pat and fiat. like the Sat
urday night haircut of a plumbers APP
prentice, | suppose you'd want 'em to
use bears grease or vaseline to make
that fur lie down as fiat as a pancake.
Ell? Did you ever see a squirrel with his
hair lying as close to his hide as II he'd
been swimming in a Standard oil tank? ?"
Mrs. Jobson was constrained to reply
that she had never witnessed such a 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. 1
hate these cut-and-dried, too-blamed-
smooth things, anyhow. There's a sort
of jolly carelessness about the this-way-
|, and-that look of that squirrel fur that
strikes me-looks like a good, strong,
| nipping breeze were blowing against It,
eh?"
well" replied Mrs. Jobson, musingly,
with a finger to her lip. 1T has a sort Of
artistic effect when viewed from that
standpoint, really"
"Of curse 1t has eloquently put in
Mr.. Jobson, expanding with his subject.
by Jove, l didn't give you credit for
| being able to catch my meaning. You're
coming along. for a 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 yoh know" said Mrs. Jobson. ns
they weht away from the fufrier's vim