Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1906-08-16
Wee MacGreegor at
the Photographers

By J. J. BELL

I FAMILY, as IL tTauptu dloA5 NJ . .
| street that Saturday afternoon, was
bent on business of importance. Liz
zie and wee JEANNE were dressed IN
their best, which would take rather
long to describe; Macgregor had on
his Sunday suit and new glengarry
bonnet; and John wore his pot hat
a little TO one side, and suffered from
a high, tight collar, the points OF
which nipped his neck every time be
moved his head.
Are we near there, paw inquired
Macgregor, looking up TO his father S
face
John looked down at his son, smoth-
| ering an exclamation of agony, and
replied in the affirmative.
why do folks get their pictures
token?" asked the boy.
bod. We may well ask, Macgreegor!
It's yer NAV wants a picture to give
to yer Granpaw Purdie."
I'm not wantin' 10 be token, paw y
Are We not, my man? Deed I'm
not very willing myself But yer nav
wants the picture.
whats that ye're sayin TO Mac
greegor, John?" said Lizzie.
"Aw," replied her husband, turning
to her, and wincing as the collar bit
him. "Macgreegor an me was thinkin
we was feart of tie photographer"
"Oh, yes" said Lizzie, with good
humored smile. "Awell, wee JEANNE
an me II not let him hurt ye-wil
we, my dear? But what's wrong with
We, John? Ye're maxim most fright
full faces!"
ITS the collar, woman. Ye would
have me put it on"
1T looks real nice. Is I wee bit
tight?"
bod, it's like to nip the neck of
mel"
We'll, never heed, John. It'll come
out fine in the photograph. Mercy
mel Where's Maegreegor?'
They retraced their steps anxiously,
and discovered their son standing on
the curb gazing longingly at the bar.
row of vender of hockey pokey or
some similarly elusive dainty.
Come on. Macgreegor," said John,
holding out his hand. Were just
comm to the photographers"
Presently they began to climb long,
narrow stair.
Give wee JEANNE to me, Lizzie"
said John.
"Ay; ven manage her better than
me. I'm not wantin to be photy-
graphed with a red face an pantin',"
said Lizzie, handing over her burden,
on receipt of which John suffered fresh
torrents from his collar
At last they reached the top fiat,
and were accommodated with seats in
the reception room. Lizzie took wee
JEANNE on her knee, and proceeded to
make the child as neat as a new pin,
conversing with her the while.
Paw" inquired Macgregor, staring
at number Of photographs on the
wall why do folks make faces when
they get their likenesses token?"
Those are just their real faces"
said John, laughing and putting his
hand TO his throat.
Can make a face when I'm gettin
my likeness token?'
Yer nav wouldn't like that"
why, paw"
"0ch, jist-jist because she wouldn't
See, Macgreegor, yer maw's wantin
ye"
Lizzie beckoned the boy to her.
"Macgreegor, pull up yer stockin', an
don't screw yer face like that. Oh.
laddie. why did We go an muss yer
hair so?" She fished a comb from
her pocket and used it till she had
reduced the unruly locks to order.
Now, sit down on that chair. an
don't stir bit till the mans ready for
us. john"
We'll. Lizzie?"
Come over here till | pull down
yer coat. 1t makes We look most
bumped backed"
"Hoots, woman, I'm not goin' to get
my back token" said John, coming
over, nevertheless.
re never KNOW now yen get
token" said Lizzie, sagely. II was
lookin at some O. the pictures here.
an some O. them's not list what | |
would call inehantin'"
"Ye better not let wee JEANNE see
them. or she'll be gettin' frightened
Eth, wee JEANNE, what do We say, my
duckie?" he said, laughing and chuck.
ing his daughter under the chin.
Paw" exclaimed wee JEANNE. |
"Paw-aw-aw!"
Fine, lassie, fne!" cried her ia.
Their. He was in great form now. his
collar-stud having given way a minute
Now. yer coats lynn better, John.
said his wife. But yer tech, man.
yer ties away up the back O. yer
head"
Il can't help 1t, woman. II I nut
on one O. these masher collars, my tie
slips over 1t, as sure's DEATH"
But why do We not use the tabs?"
och, I'm for none O. yer tabs'