Las Vegas daily optic. [volume] (Las Vegas, N.M.) 1880-1908, 1907-03-25
HARDLY A SUCCESS
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easlnAea Alnaose aa David in
His kasfe.

put % bed. the last request for 81
drink Of wafer had been sileneed. and
Mrs BiFdsall had tome into the Sit'
ting room To sink down into u chair
with a little tired sigh 90 take up the
daEning Of the ehllaren's steck1nes
And nos naught Vas heard save the
eraekle Of Mr.. BiEdsalrs paper a. he
adjusted his feet into a nor comfort
able position on the seat Of another
chair. Suddenly he took bis feet
down. showed his spectacies up fur"
Their ON his nose. and cleared his
throat
Ann. did you ever eat any whigled
eggs?" be queried-
"whirled eggs" repeated Mrs, Bird
sail. NO. I did"
Listen here. thea said Mr.. Bird
sail. He cleared hts throat again and
began to read:
There Is a Turkish restaurant in
New York where one may eat piiaffs.
sherbets and sarroncoiored goat
stew. but the oldest dish the mean
boasts Ii 'whirled eggs The impress
siye dish 10 prepared before the guest.
When Il In ordered a cook enters the
dining room with a kind Of sling In
his hand-a little pot attached 20 the
enc II a leather cord. The man opens
the eggs. seasons them. and shuts
them up In the little pot. Then no
whiris the pot at the end OF Its cord
around his head at inconceiyahie
speed. Round and round IL spins. Its
outlines become vague. II seems TO
smoke a little.
Suddenly the man opens u 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.. Rirdsali. I'm
going TO whirl some eggs. that's what
I'm going Ia 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.. Birdsail was un-
wrapping his package.
In a 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 censor
and a sling.
Gimme some Eggs now" he or.
| dered, as he broke into a cheerful
whistle. Mrs. Birdsall brought three
eggs and MIR. Birdsall looked almost
gay as he broke them into the small
pot.
II wasn't any SLOUGH with a sling
In my boyhood days" he observed
| cheerfully as he gathered up the
thongs In his hand. and | have an
idea that I 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 | am whirling. 1t may take me
a moment or two to get the right
swing again"
Mr.. Birdsall fitted the w OF the
top Of the pot. grasped the thongs
and slowly began to whirl the ap
paratus. Gradually he lifted his hand
and put more power into his wrisi
till he had attained considerable
speed. Round and round sped the pot
the thongs giving out a low, hummine
sound, which gradually became higher
and higher as the speed increased
Mr. Rirdsall stuck manfully at hi
task till the revolving pot became {
circular blur above his head and the
drops of perspiration trickled dowl
his forehead.
Suddenly there was a loud pop
Mrs. Birdsall entered the room shrek
ing. The top of the pot crashed
through the dining window. The
body of the pot veered around ant
landed, with a resounding whack OF
the back of Mr.. Birdsall's neck. Ont
of the thongs had evidently broken
Mr.. Birdsall dropped his apparatus
and stared In dazed fashion at hi,
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 decorate,
with a broad. spattered yellow band
from which little yellow drops wer,
slowly trickling down the fiowere'
wallpaper. The back of Mr.. Birdsall'
neck was streaming raw yellow egI
and raw egg was spattered freely owe
the carpeted floor.
Mr.. Bir6sal! stood speeches. an
aghast for a moment, and seemed ur
able to find words. His wife gazed a
him with frightened eyes. Then MI