The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1907-01-10
HARDLY A SUCCESS
Mr.. 6lRDsALL's EXPERIENCE
WITH "WHIRLED EGGS"
Seemingly He Had Not suff'eient Ex-
pertness, and In His Wrstt He Ex-
claimed Almost a. pavio In
His Haste.

put to bed, the last request for
drink Of water had been silenced. and
Mrs. Birdsall had come into the sit.
ting room to sink down into q chair
with little tired sigh to take up the
darning Of the children's stockings.
And now naught was heard save the
crackle Of Mr.. Firdsalps 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 spcctacles mp FUR
ther on his nose. and cleared his
throat.
Ann, did you ever eat any whirled
eggs?" he 1uericd.
'Whirled esss?" repeated Mrs. bird.
sail. mo. I never did"
Listen here. ihen." said Mr.. Bird
sail. He cleai ed his throat again and
began to read:
There Is Turkish restaurant in
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 leather cord. The man opens
the eggs, seasons them, and 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. It's
outlines become vague. II seems to
smoke 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.. Birdsall, "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 10
interpose any objections. and went
quietly on with her preparations for
dinner while Mr. Rirdsall was un
wrapping his package
In a few minutes he entered the |
dining room. swinging in his hand
pair of thongs. from which was sus
pended n small closed pot which bore
some resemblance both to a censer
and sling.
Gimme some eggs now" he or
dered. as he broke into n cheerful |
whistle, Mrs. Rirdsall brought three |
eggs and Mr., Birdsall looked almost |
gay as he broke them into the small |
pot
81 wasn't any slouch with sling |
IN my boyhood days" he observed |
cheerfully as he gathered up the
thongs in his hand. and I have an
idea that | can show thing or two |
about whirling to Turks or any other |
dagoes. Here-move this table out |
Of my way and gimme plenty of room |
don't come inside the door yourself |
while ! am whirling. 1t may take me |
moment or two to get the right |
swing again."
Mr.. Birdsall fitted the cover on 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 wrist
till he had attained considerable |
speed. Round and round sped the pot
the thongs giving ont low. humming
sound, which gradually became higher
and higher as the speed increased
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.
ing The top of the not crashed
through the dining room window The
body of the pot veered around and
landed. with a resoundiDg whack on
the back of Mr.. Rirdsall's neck. One
of the thongs had evidently broken.
Mr., Birdsall dropped his apparatus
and stared In dazed fashion at his
wife, who was removing sticky. vel
low mass from her face with her
apron On level with his head the
four walls OF the room were decorated
with broad, spattered yellow band.
from which little yellow drops were
slowly trickling down the lowered
wallpaper. The back OF Mr.. BirdsaIps
neck was streaming raw yellow egg
and raw egg was spattered freely over
the carpeted floor
Mr.. Birdsali stood speechless and
aghast for moments and seemed un-
able In And words His wife 0azad ~