Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-01-14
THE SKIDDOO HABIT

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He leaned asaipst III prom side lattice on
the rear platfSfm of AN up-bcund 18th
street car munStfng ID . PUPPY. Eone-out
cigar. The ford rim his soft hat was
p pulled over hi esss. hieh were slightly
He looked hle onevlho hadsnerved him.
self against sorse sort n wallop about to
be handed himtby thS-mailed fist Of fate.
CHEEKY frtFsnd se3 he gloomy-loolins
mans swung Nboard the rear platform.
The two exchanged gyeetines, and then he
of the slightly kIooashnt orbs inquired:
DIE ever stack up against one OF these
women with the ski1doo rabbit, paI?"
I've seen Eliza doing the Icy getaway in
Uncle Tom. II that what. you mean. said
Nope. that isn't he answer" said the
man with the pu1Vy,s gone-out smoke.
kind mean Is the married woman with
the hike n habit KIND that's &c. the s, Pack
common or garden variety, at that, but It
exists, buddy, and you don't want to think
that don't know it,
Sure thing I know 1t. Every time the
husband and provider of woman with the
skiddoo habit nudges home with his hat on
a little crooked she begins to wrap up the
9S-cent mission clock in tidy and then
she swipes the Enick-knacks Off the mantel-
piece and losses them into her trunk.
"She no sooner gets one of those eight
feet-away old-sleuth smells at his breath
than she begins to-assemble her old slip
pers and rubbers out of the corner Of the
closet and starts to dump them into her
trunk trays.
yep, she tells the fiend in human form
who comes home with his hat on slightly
crooked she's going to pull right out ana
leave him to the misery he SO richly de-
serves; and that's all there Is about 1t; no
use talking, he could talk till doomsday
and 1t I'D do no good and then she begins
to grab the manicure things off the chf-
scarH preparatory to dumping the gear into
that trunk that she has yanked out into
the middle of the bed room floor.
If her husbands in the habit of sitting
around the house twenty-nine nights In
month, smoking bum pipe till he's black
under the eyes, and going to bed at
o'clock-if, on the thirtieth night. he slips
down to take In variety show, and stops
and hurl in bali or two, Just to put a
tang to the dreariness of living and to
knock some of the monotony out of exist
ence-why, when he gets home few min
utes after !, there she is, sailing around the
room like tigress, separating her junk
from his, and slowing her fancy waists in
a protected. out-of-the-way corner of her
trunk.
Where's she going7
That's none of your business, she tells
you. But she's going the very first thing
in the morning.
''Shes going to give your happy homo a
twist that'll make you sit up and rub your
eyes.
why?
Because you smashed the routine and
failed to connect with the front door on
schedule time.
IF you go off on little business trip,
and. on the way back in the smoking COM
partment, sample a few Of the amphora
passed your way, so that when you get
home In the cab you are just teenchy bit
conversational and enthusiastic, why, what
comes off? ae---..+ ar
We'll. she makes two strides of 1t for her
hat boxes and starts In to pack
What for?
Because you're hopeless Irish loafer
and tank. and you're never going to ne
any different, and SO. whats the use-and
then she slams every thing out OF her small
steamer trunk SOS to be able to repack all
Of that dunnage in -heR. big trunk
''She just nachully loves to pack. the
married womanswith the skiddOo habit.
"Often, on rainy aftefnoons, when every
things going SMOOTH And all right, she's
got the packing bug sdFbad that she'll drag
everything out az her funk and put It back
again, heaviIig deep signs all the time be-
cause her mai hash done something or
won't do anytEiag thaAtll offer her toler-
able excuse to9fnake Il quick hike of it,
sfBut when you've RALLY done Something
busted the sche6ule@by~ g. few minutes,
that is. and come home with the SIG 1T
fiagon aroma on your breath--she goes
about the packing Ike an upholsterer fin
ishine I'M an overdue ioh on Saturday
night.
"And while you're sitting there and twid-
ding your thumbs and wondering what it's
all about, one. of her sisters+who,s heard
ali about It, in some mysterious wav sew
eral hours before-drops in and glares at
Won and remarks that n serves son,a coro-
mon. no-'count brutes good and riehf 70
have some things done To .emNand than
She begins to helm in tbe nacl1inp '''0-i
.Oh, it's a swell game and don't vou
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just , as often as not.