Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-04-27
Mr.. JOBsON RENEGEs

well, this fellow has got the right idea
all correct enough" observed Mr.. Jobson.
resting his Star in his lap after dinner one
evening last week.
How is that?' inquired Mrs. Jobson,
cautiously. Mrs. Jobson has known Mr..
Jobson to get lot of ideas out Of news
papers that never seemed to work out right
in actual practice in the Jobson camp.
why, about how much time all Of us
trivial away in bed. said Mr.. Jobson. Some
duck Is writing here about how fine the
mornings are here in Washington at this
season of the year-the early hours of the
morning. and he dwelis upon how deserted
the streets are at those early hours except
for the smattering OF folks going to work.
"Yes?'. put in Mrs. Jobson, declining to
commit herself.
Yep said Mr.. Jobson. land he sure has
got the right end sof it. It's shame the
way We all keep ourselves swaddled up
| under the bedclothes at that fine period of
the day. just as he says here in this ar
ticle"
But" ventured Mrs. Jobson. there are
JOY their early morning sleep so much
that
oh. I know all about that. but they
hadn't ought to enjoy it, cut in Mr. job
son. Its just a habit, that's all. Some
folks, as you put it, could get used to going
| right ahead and sleeping till 5 O'Clock in
| the afternoon every day. II they had the
chance to develop the habit. We can all
accustom ourselves to any old thing If we
only set about 1t with the right kind of
determination. And sleeping more than We
| ought or need to sleep Is just ioating, that
all. It's equivalent to eating too much. or
drinking too much, when 1t comes to that
And the dickens of 1t is that in fndu. gng
! in our over-sleepins propensity.over-
sleeping vice, | ought to call tive actually
miss the finest part of the day.
"Humph. said Mrs. Jobson, softly and
noE-eommittally.
Very finest part of the day is what We
miss. as this fellow says here, went on Mr..
Jobson. He describes how delightful and
fresh the streets and the parks are during
the early morning hours, right after sun,
rse-by Jove, that reminds me that
haven't seen the sun come up for don't
know how many years. and neither have
you, Ell? Well. that's queer thing to
think of isn't il? Here's one of the grand
est things In nature. the rise of the sun,
happening every morning. and the great
majority of us are lying like lot of logs
while it's happening and never even think
ing of what we are missing-it's a joke, or.
worse than that. a shame. that's what II
really Is.
Mrs Jobson smiled pleasantly as she
threaded her embroidering needle and let
him rave
.Yessir' continued Mr.. Jobson. eNpan-
sveiy, blowing cigar smoke-rinss, he GER
tainly is the Job, the fellow that wrote
this thing. He paints the prettiest kid of
a picture Of the long slant ng shadow cast
by the early sun athwart the park grass.
and all that sort of thing, and tells about
how busy the robins and blackbirds are at
that time Of the day-and We never hear
so mitch twitter of that early morning
bird music. the lazy ones that most Of us
are He mentions the fragrance of the
verdure from the early morning dew
which Is all sucked UP by the sun by the
time We get up and bolt our breakfast
without ever SO much as remembering that
there is such a thing as dew-and tells
about how sweet and aromatic and invigo-
rating the air is during the early morning,
before the traffic of the streets gets the at
mosphere all mussed up.
Mrs. Johson arranged the droplight so
that she could little better and per-
mitted him to plunge ahead.
And what he says about the markets In
the early hours sure Is inviting reading,
Mr. Jobson went on. Il just cant remember
how long it's been since I've been through
a market early in the morning, but l can
recall how ! used to enjoy 1t years and
years ago The fellow writing this stuff
mentions the fact that this is the beginning
of the season for Wild flowers. ana he says
that the market stalls are just heaped and
piled and ciuttered with all sorts of beau
tiful understanding wild flowers, and all
that"
At this stage of it MIR. Jobson suddenly
noticed that Mrs. Jobson abstaining
from comment upon his observations.
You don't seem to warm up any to this
best of the day, do YOU? he inquired OF
her "Of course, though. when you per
ceive that any kind OF an idea makes a hit
with me. why, it's you all over to just
But. my dear" mildly observed Mrs.
Jopson. you know you always considered
your morning sleep to be so refreshing, and
you know it is awfuly hard for you to
set out OF bed until you just actually have
to- and
Nothing of the sort. and IL be under
considerable obligation to you II you
wouldn't Sit there and misrepresent my
habits" somewhat crustiIy remarked Mr.
Jobson. 'Ir | make up my mind to it, |
can joggie myself awake before you can say
Scat or Jack Robinson and that's what
| I'm going to
But" once more ventured Mrs. Jobson,
I've always thought that you liked your
breakfast just as soon as you had your
bath and got dressed. and you know when
a person takes long walk in the keen air
before breakfast, why, he experiences that
gnawing, gone feeling, and
"Gnawing. gone catfish! broke in Mr..
Jobson BE so good Mrs. Jobson, to
cut out that habit of piling obstacles up In
front of every proposition that l make. Be
ginning tomorrow morning. | am going TO
get up about half an hour before sunrise
during the remainder of the spring and
early summer months, and take good
brisk walk in the morning air. You may
accompany me or not, just as you elect.
You may have some motive of your own in
| wishing to keep me in a poor state of
| health for want of fresh air, but I'm not
clock tonight for half an hour before sun
! rise In the morning. If you care to founder
around i'll bed, why, that's up to you,
but
| '-Oh, l shall be glad to accompany you
You know | always cid enjoy my breakfast
| so much better after a morning walk at the
seashore," said Mrs. Jobson, amiably, and
| so 1t was arranged.
There was d wan. gray, dismal sort of
| light Sitting through the curtains of the
! Jobsons' room when the alarm clock went
| off with great violence the following
| morning Mr.. Jobson sat up in bed, his
| hair all tousled and glared around.
Hey. what's all this? What's coming
! off here?'
| Were going to get up and take our
| walk you know explained Mrs. Jobson,
| and then he reembered and looked gloomy
| over il. He looked II he would willingly
pay about 50 minute for another hours
| sleep, but Mrs. Jobson was already busting
about and he had to stay with the job He
| houndered around in the tub, got dressed.
| and they started out in the morning gray
! ness.
| Mr. Jobson was profoundly depressed He
| didn't say d word. Mrs. Jobson pointed
! out the red clouds in the east where the
| sun was preparing to appear. Mr.. Jobson
| said. "Uh-huh' and continued to look mis-
| cradle. Mrs Jobson pointed TO the dew
| glistening like diamonds on the grass, and
! Mr.. Jobson stared at it with unseeing eyes
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