The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1907-09-23
TRUE LOVES ROUTE
is 1T ALWAYS THROUGH THE
HEART7
Sometimes "Py the stummlck," 40
cordlng to Philosopher Who Backs
Up His Assertion with Con-
elusive individual Proof.

Max, the Washington Heights sa'
loon keeper, sat in his cheerful back
room the other night and defied the
weather. Being Sunday the chain
was on the door, and the presence of
two policemen in uniform, who had
dropped in for little something
warm to offset the effect of the un.
charitable elements, contributed to
the general atmosphere of security
and comfort Half dozen of Max's
most neighborly patrons added to the
homelike tone.
Max himself smacked his lips and
sighed a large and comprehensive
sigh OF satisfaction as he arranged
the trayful of delicacies which had
just been brought down from his cozy
fat aud constituted his Sunday even
ing meal. He had let the bartender
go for the day and was on duty him
self; hence he could not join his fam
lily at supper He carefully preened
his long blonde mustache, hid the
brilliance of the big diamond that
glowed like a headlight on his spot
less shirt front, and then when APP
parently about to tackle the repast,
/ smacked his lips yet again and paused
| TO remark:
'Lofe comes py the stummick. Yes,
| mine friends, lofe iss not py der head
or py der heart but py der stummick.
prove it IA years ago, und mine wife
npstairs, she would tell you der same.
Fourteen years ago | wass a bar.
| tender und for six monts ! keep com.
pany by girl what wass der sister OF
mine wife upstairs ] get Thursdays
off, und / take supper nit mine girl
und her mudder. Dis vun, mine wife,
wass a cook NIT private family, und
SO for six monts | nefer see her on
Thursdays. But We hat goot suppers;
mine girl. she cook EN-
But yum Thursday I end mine girl
iss not home. Her sister, mine wife,
is home, und she cooks der supper,
Ach, Gott; What a supper! She hass
all mine favorites-Hungarian goulash,
home mate peach pie and French cof'
Such supper! Ply and py l say;
"'Vhere iss your sister"
"She's gone NIT girl py a play,
she says.
"T hope she stage there ! says.
"Well mine friends, dot night
propose 20 my girls sister, der cook
Iofe comes py der stummick She
says: o, what viii mine sister say?
! You tell her say for her to go py del
devil says !. In one week we wass
married, uud dot is mine goot wife
uptsairs dere IA years.
Now, | always have goot food. unt
| ! am der boss. When | speak efery
, boty in der house shuts up. | say
, lofe comes by der stummick."
Good for you, Max" chorused the
listeners.
"But one ting I viii not do" con
, tinued the saloon keeper betweeI
bites. 81 viii not Wheel der baby car
rage. will walk alongside, uin'
hants behint mine back, und smok'
my cigar. | viii not hautle der mill
pottle. What does mems know abou
such t'ings? holdings. ! am a prac
tical mans like mine fader and mud
, der.
"Plenty vifes send der husband
oudt on Sunday NIT der babies un'
der milk pottles. Der babies cry ur'
der mems stuff 'epl nit milk In do
/, night they get sick. On Monda
comes de doctor. All der week
takes to get der babies well again.
viii not push der baby carriage"
/, And the audience, in tones of cor
viction chorused:
you're all right, Max ,~or feller; W
wouldn't, eiSher."-Washington Post.