The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1907-08-25

the instinctsg You hear inc, Mrs
Bowser, when tell YOU that there Il
more OF the born artist In my little
I finger than there Is In all your re.
lations for ten generations back.
/ Enough, however am now going out
into the back yard to take a few flash.
light pictures, You and the cook can
hold one Of your heart to heart talks
and wonder II I'm not crazy"
( Mr.. Bowser had taken the picture Of
cat walking on the fence when the
neighbors got on to him, The fathers
and mothers stopped at curiosity, but
the boys went further. They rlined
bottles and cans into the Bowser yard,
and one missile struck the kodaker
on the head and drove him inside the
house. In the kitchen he tried to get
the cook to pose for study" he was
going to call Industry" but she dew
the coop at once,
Cook Took No chanoss.
ut may be a kodak or It may be an
Internal machine" she protested. "and
I'm not going to take any chances.
had an aunt who posed In front of
one Of those things once, and all Of q
sudden there was a fixz-bang, and oil
they found Of her was one rib and q
scream of terror"
When Mr.. Bowser passed through
the house Mrs. Bowser asked where
be was going BE replied that he
would take little wander around the
streets to catch some character studies.
He did not have to so far to fnd them.
On the corner two blocks down stood
three old tramps waiting 10 strike soms
pedestrian for lodgings money. They
represented one Of the types be was
after. Before be had reached them hs
had decided b label their pictures "Am-
hition." Perseverance" and @Intsgrs
y" respectively.
@Boys," be began, I'm an artist
and this h kodak. Have 700 any Oh
3ections 10 my taking fiashlight pic.
ture Of the groupf"
-If you VIII come down 50 apiece
al around" answered Ambition.
Nonsense! You ought 10 be proud
10 be taken for nothing"
'Oh. we had. and the police wanting
usi It's 81 or nothing"
Then you'n get together. ana II ]
can put the police on I'll do Il"
That was an unfortunate remark for
Mr.. Bowser. One Of the three grabbed
his hat another gave him cuff, and
the third made grab and just missed
his nose as they ran away. Mr.. Bow
Ger looked around for a statue Of Lib
erty to tear down; but not finding any
handy, be cooled OF after q time and
went bis bareheaded way. BE had
thought to return home after another
headpiece, but he suddenly rsmem-
bcred that great artists always went
around the streets barehesded and
thus got name for eccenricity. Three
blocks farther along be came upon q |
short, squat woman carrying bundle
Of kindlings on her shoulder and taIk- |
ing to herself about the high price Of |
diamonds. She was the type hs want
cd for Hope On. Hope Ever" and be
accosted her with:
Madam, can I speak with you @
Can you speak with meT" she re-
peated as she stood and looked at him.
You can, sir, but LET me tell you that
4 you utter one single word that an
unborn babe oughtn't to hear I'll be
the death of you. I'm lone woman,
sir. I'm a lone woman
eyes, yes, but all / want Is to take
! picture Of you I'm an artist, You
Know"
II know nothing Of the kind. You
may have come from the ZOO for all |
Know. A picture Of me! Never! No
rue lady will allow man to take her
picture and be showing 1t around In
saloons. Sir, you pass on"
Rebuffed by Woman.
But ma'am, you misapprehend the
situation. l am making some studies
rom life. l am taking pictures Of
,ats, dogs, tramps and
"And I'm to go along with cats and
logs and tramps, am I? Sir, you are
/ villain! II was man, sir, I'd pro-
iced to mop you all over the street
or insulting a lady who ls carrying
lone a bundle of kindlings to her
itarving family. Take that, you old .
)aldheadw
And she gave Mr.. Bowser tre-
nendous kick on the knee and turned
Ter back on him to pursue her way.
lie arrived home In limping condi-
lon, and when asked to explain he said
hat he had fallen over a barrel Of
and on the sidewalk. His wife didn't
ress the matter, and the next morn
ng he took his only proof down to
Photographer to be developed. The
roof came back by mail day later.
Irs. Bowser opened the letter and
ooked at 1t and then saved 1t to hand r
0 him when he came home. The proof
howed a beer bottle sitting on the
ence, with a cats head where the
ork ought to be. Z
Woman, what does this meanT de-
handed Mr.. Bowser as he turned pale
nd bis chin trembled.
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