The daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 190?-1908, 1907-01-31
HARDLY A SUCCESS
Mr.. BiRDsALL's EXPERIENCE
WITH "WHlRLED EGGS"
Seemingly He Had Not Sufficient ES.
pertness, and In His Wrath He EN-
claimed Almost as David In
His Haste.

All was peace in the Birdsall nat
| The last OF the FIVE children had been
put to bed. the last request for a
drink of water had been silenced. and
| Mrs. Birdsall had come into the sit.
ting room to sink down into a chair
with a little tired sigh to take up the
darning of the chlldren's stockings.
/ And now naught was heard save the
/ crackle OF Mr. Birdsalls paper as he
| adjusted his feet into a more comfort
able position on the seat OF another
chair. Suddenly he took his feet
! down, showed his spectacles mp fur
ther on his nose, and cleared his
/ throat
Ann. did you ever eat any whlrled
eggs?' he queried.
"Whlrled eggs2" repeated Mrs. Bird
sail. NO, | never did"
Listen here. then" said MIR. Bird
sail. He cleared his throat again and
began TO read:
There is a Turkish restaurant I'm
New York where one may eat pilaffs,
sherbets and saffron-colored goat
stew, but the oldest dish the menu
boasts is 'whirled eggs The impress
sive dish is prepared before the guest
When It Is ordered a cook enters the
dining room with a kind of sling in
his hand-a little pot attached to the
enc Of a leather cord. The man opens
the eggs, seasons them, md shuts
them up in the little pot. Then he
whirls the pot at the end OF its cord
around his head at inconceivable
speed. Round and round It spins. Its
outlines become vague. II seems to
smoke a little.
Suddenly the man opens II and
sets the eggs before the guest. They
are beautifully scrambled and quite
hot. The heat OF their motion through
the air is what has cooked them.
"'Thus.' exclaims the Turkish host
the eastern shepherds cook their
eggs, whirling them in a sling like
that wherewith David overcame the
giant Of Gath
The next night Mr. Birdsall ap-
peared at his home with a bundle
under his arm.
Henry, what are you fixing to do?'
exclaimed Mrs. Birdsall
"Do?" repeated Mr.. Blrdsall, I'm
going to whirl some eggs. that's what
I'm going to do No more of your
fried eggs, and your poached eggs,
and your boiled eggs for me. I'm go
ing to have 'em whirled."
Mrs. Birdsall knew better than to
interpose any objections, and went
quietly on with her preparations for
dinner while Mr.. Birdsall was un-
wrapping his package.
In few minutes he entered the
dining room, swinging in his hand a
pair Of thongs, from which was sus'
pended a small closed pot which bore
some resemblance both to a censer
and sling.
, Gimme some eggs now" he or
, dered, as he broke into a cheerful
whistle. Mrs. Birdsall brought three
eggs and Mr.. Birdsall looked almost
, gay as he broke them into the small
pot.
Il wasn't any slouch with a sling
in my boyhood days" he observed
cheerfully as he gathered up the
thongs in his hand, "and | have an
idea that | can show a thing or two
about whirling to Turks or any other
dagoes. Here-move this table out
Of my way and gimme plenty of room
Keep the children back there, and
don't come inside the door Yourself
while l am whirlng. 1t may take me
moment or two TO get the right
swing again.
Mr.. BiTdsall fitted the cover on the
top of the pot, grasped the thongs
and slowly began TO whlrl the ap
paratus. Gradually he lifted his hand
, and put more power into his wrist
! till he had attained considerable
speed. Round and round sped the pot
the thongs giving out a low, humminp
sound, which gradually became higher
and higher as the speed increased
u Mr.. Birdsall stuck manfully at his
, task till the revolving pot became q
: circular blur above his head and the
: drops of perspiration trickled down
his forehead.
Suddenly there was loud pop
Mrs. Birdsall entered the room shrek
a ing The top of the pot crashed
through the dining room window The
body of the pot veered around anC
landed, with a resounding whack OF
the back of Mr.. Blrdsalps neck. One
of the thongs had evidently broken
Mr.. Birdsall dropped his apparatus
and stared in dazed fashion at hii
wife, who was removing a sticky, vel
low mass from her face with he
apron. On a level with his head, tn,
four walls Of the room were decorated
with a broad, spattered yellow band
from which little yellow drops wer'
slowly trickling down the foweret
wallpaper. The back OF Mr. BirdsallI
neck was streaming raw yellow egl
and raw egg was spattered freely owe
the carpeted floor
Mr. Birdsall stood speechless AM
aghast for a moment, and seemed un
ahla IN find words His wife pazpd a