River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1907-10-17
Grandma Crppen---WhO Has Been Put Upon"

Il declared" sighed Grandma Grip
pen as she put down the note and re-
moved her spectacles, "Pm going to
start a grandmothers' union and go
on a strike. / don't mind doin' for 'em
in reason, but they do certainly put
upon me-" She scowled at the bearer
of the note, Susie's youngest girl.
ma says you've just got to come"
stated that young person decisively.
One must use certain severity in
dealing with grandmothers.
"You can run along home and tell
your ma I'll be over soon as get my
own work out of the way" sighed
Mrs. Crippen. eyes, you can have a
nice warm cookie, but don't gulp it
all down in one mouthful as if you
never got nothin' to eat to home.
Lawzy, dunno as you do!" she add
ed more kindly. Don't stop to play
on the road. Goodbye"
The old lady dried platter in an
distracted manner and gazed longing
ly out of the open window.
Its the kind Of weather that does
she commented IF | didn't have to
go over to Susie's to help-why, good
landamassy! / clean forgot all about
Lurelia! | told her last week Thurs
day-no, it was Friday-that I'd be
over to help her on Daisy's party
dress / can't go both places to oncet
was that someone knocking? Seems
as if / get deafer and deafer every
day live. Oh, it's Baby! Is that you,
dear? Well, give gamma a nice big
hug and kiss, that's the dear little
man. And to think he came all the
way over by himself to see me! What?
You didn't come to see me? Oh-hum.
A note from your mother. What's up
now?" she grumbled, seeking her spec
tacles. "Hum-just as thought Well,
I've been imposed upon just about
once too often."
Posed on?" queried little Tommy
Jessup, regarding his grandmother
anxiously.
It seemed like something that might
be done with slipper, a birch stick
or a merciless hand.
Eyes, imposed upon!" stoutly affirm
ed Mrs Crippen. What would you
do, Baby?" she asked, noting his seri-
Gus expression.
yum way to g'an'ma's house" he
announced triumphantly.
"TIl run away from g'an'ma's
housed" she exclaimed as if inspired.
ITS just about time 1 took some com
fort, and I'm goin to-"
Mary Mullin, want something
youngish in toque; it won't do par
ticle of good for you to trot out any
stringed old-women's bonnets for
won't have part nor parcel of 'em!"
snapped Grandma Crippen as she
fuffed up her front piece" prepara-
tory to trying on"
Nov here's something" began the
milliner enthusiastically
Take it out of my sight this min
ute!" commanded the difficult custom
err Il don't want any sheaft of wheat
nor any nice little refined silver leaf
plastered on the side of any old black
bonnet I'm sick an tired of 'em,
Mary Mullen!
81 was only trying to show you
something l thought your daughters
would consider appropriate for wom-
an Of your"
Don't say it! Don't say it," thun-
dered Mrs. Crippen. 1--WE heard that
lingo bout long enough. I'm going
to quit bein' so all fired appropriate
I'm tired of being too old for any ex-
element or pretty clothes, but not
too old to do for the whole Crippen
and Legate tribes. I'm going to live
for myself, just for a change"
why, Mrs. Crippen!" gasped Mary
Mullen, who had always known the
irate woman and her family.
IF 1t had little lavender on it,
wouldn't mind" said Mrs. Crippen,