The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1906-08-26

or sleep by being compelled to remain within
the city's gates
His daily program is mapped out entirely
different basis from that OF his domesticated
brother. Rarely do you find him home in the
evening; not he, when there cool inviting roof
gardens where he is to find entertaining
ciety and a delectable supper. Then, there is his
country club, where amusements OF kind OF
another are never lacking. And, maybe while you
wondering whether it is not your duty to come
home, it is Just well that you remain where
you are, determined to enjoy every minute of
your holiday, and in ignorance OF a few unpal-
atable facts.
A great deal depends upon knowing your man
his nature and his tastes, then follow that
course most likely to keep him still your lover
A PEEP BEHIND THE SCENES.
In most cases, however, it does the average
man no harm TO remain in town for week
or two especially when he is inclined to be
grouchy and has acquired the dread babit of
finding fault. This interim affords him ample op-
portunity OF broadening his views regarding the
manifold duties and constant annoyances that
beset the path OF his wife, Though, bless you,
| he has only his own palate to please.
| The song OF the broom and dustpan Is un-
known to him, his sewing amounts to tacking on
few buttons and the nervous excitement Incl
dental TO trailing his mischievous youngsters dur
ing their vacation freedom other joys and
diversions ruled off his housekeeping slate
He has, among other things learned that ia
miGarity with the gas stove and frying pan
/ breeds contempt. He simply wouldn't dare tell
you the fool things he did while you were away
There was morning, for instance, when he
| forgot TO turn off the mob the gas stove con-
sequently the CHEEKY lttle flames burned the
live long day in triumphant gee you remem.
Der how he urged your economy with gas bills J
OTHER THINGS HE TRIES TO FORGET
O,, l.
argue with the cats IN the yard he stumbled
| over the milk jar on the top step. The glass
colhded disastrously with Mother Earth; so did
the man, and he still remembers that impromptu
landslide over the cold, nhospitablc asphalt
One dire Sunday morning he attempted to
replenish his laundry. His socks undergarments,
negligae shirts and handkerchiefs all went into
the same tub, and came out as many colors as
Jacob's coat, What scrrIbbng those clothes
got, the occasion made memorable by the skin
ned knuckes his friends Joshcd him about
You remember how fussy he WAS about his
eggs they must always be in hot water inst 70
the psychological moment, not second longer
Well my dear, he is not likely TO complain acoin
for some time He has attacked his own hard
boiled eggs with mastery heroism every blessed
morning.
Just as soon as they were dropped in tha
water he became engrossed in the stock market
or sporting page. Then suddenly he would iumn
s madly into the air like hon upon its prey his
paper would float cciliDgward and mine host
would ny TO the rescue of his eggs, But alas, the
9 old familiar story too true-ive minute eggs
c again headed his breakfast menu
a Oh, I'll tell you this experience Of being his
: chief cook and master OF household ceremonies
a hns had wonderfully tanning effect upon him,
e and when he says that he is glad that you are
back home, even though your arrival is embar.
a rasing, you may take his word for it-he was
t never nearer the truth in his life,
nj MARJORIE.