The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-02-29

the Big Four. I'd much rather you'd
be one Of the Little Five"
"Rut what IN thunder does this
mean? Are you finding fault with my
siigingy"
"No.o-o. but II seems to he such an
effort on your part. Mr.. Bowser. I was
reading only the other day OF a man
who burst open while singing"
Burst he hanged. Nothing OF the
kind ever happened. Let me repeat
those two last lines"
And he growled and ronred and thun.
dered to the hir of buffalo Girls as
much as any other and at the finish
the cat took run for the hail, and
those on the back yard fences set up n
wall In unison. More than that. some
hoodlums passing the house stopped
and one of them was heard 70 yell out:
"They's got an old bull In the house
and the bull IL NAL about I'll"
"well?" queried Mr.. Rowser.
Wont you please say you'll give II
up?" pleaded Mrs. Bowser.
Give It up! Woman. what means
all this nonsense? You talk about the
danger OF straining my voice and about
a man bursting up. and all that. and
then ask me not to become one of the
Big Four. What sort of game are
you trying to play?"
"No game. dear, but you see''-
81 see nothing but l want a plain
answer to plain question. IL my
voice oil right?"
"Yes-for talking"
"But for singing?"
81 wouldn't try to sing II were you
mot at present. You--you don't seem
to carry the tune, and your time Is way
Off. You see you haven't done much
singing since we were married"
4 don't seem to carry the tune! My
time is way offv' he echoed as he stood
ell a pose. 81 have voice for talk
ing. but not for singing. and you ad.
wise me not to try any more! This to
me-to Samuel Bowser!"
But don't get vexed, dear"
Too Much For Him.
"Thls to me--to me, who was sing
Ing In public when you were child
grubblng for Strawberries In the grass
BY the seven one-horned bulls of Blu.
shan, Mrs. Bowser, this Is too much
too much!
But you said you wanted plain
answer to plain question. don't
think you can sing. but perhaps there
are others who will think you can. Its
not against you, you know. There are
thousands and thousands of people
who can't sing note"
"This to me--tO mev' mused Mr.
Bowser as he walked slowly down the
hall with long dramatic strides.
"Are you going out, dearW
ITO me-to me!' And he clapped
on his hat, got into his overcoat aud
was gone.
He didn't know Just where he was
going to, and when he reached the cor
ner he stopped and leaned up against
the fence. He was leaning and think.
ing when policeman came along and
halted to say:
"Oh, here you are. Your name Is
Bowser? Have you got grizzly bear
chained up In your house?"
"What nonsense, sir! What do You
mean by such question:" was the re-
ply.
~ mean that the neighbors on each
side Of you are now down at the sta
tion complaining of the groans and
grunts and roars and growls emanat.
Ing from your house, and l mean that
they have got to be stopped or you'll
find yourself In the cooler before morn
ing! Take my advice and 60 home and
turn that bear outdoors"
But Mr.. Bowser didn't. Instead he
took a walk about that covered seven
miles and an hour and half, and al
the time he was thinking how he could
get even with Mrs. Bowser for keep
Ing him out of the Big Four.
M. QUAD.