The Globe-republican., 1908-03-12
HAS NEVER FAILED
BREAKFAST FOOD TEST FOR AN
ENGLISHMAN.
Try This and BE Convinced That
There's Nothing Better to Spring
on a Briton, Masculine
or Feminine.

A young American woman who has
recently married British husband
was holding forth one day to group
Of friends on the subject of interna
tional marriage.
Il do love to read all the bosh that's
written in the papers about It," she
said; they paint dark pictures of the
foreign vulture about to descend on
the American dove, ETC., etc.. and dis.
course learnedly on the causes Of
failure Of most of these marriages, and
it's really the simplest thing in the
world-you've got to use discernment
that's all. There are various tests that
can be applied to men of different
nations, but I'm convinced that there's
nothing better to spring on q Briton,
masculine or feminine, than the break,
fast-food test.
II wasn't on to it when married, and
it was Algy's sister who unconsciously
gave me the tip. She came over to
make us a visit and | own that shook
in my boots. She's older than Algy,
you know, by a good deal, and had
desperate feeling that she disap-
proved of everything American, par
ticularly myself Agy worked over.
time to persuade me to the contrary,
but was used to our talky-talky |
women and quite failed to grasp that
her apparent aloofness might be due
to nothing but shyness.
$50 when she asked to be shown
my kitchen I quaked. | bravely rose
to the occasion, however, and led her
thither She frowned bit at the ice
box and said a meat safe would be
far less extravagant at this time of
year-she shifted openly at my gas
range which she was certain was
'smelly'-but her face was picture
when her eye fell on the cupboard
shelf where the breakfast foods live.
She first asked what they were, and |
volubly explained the different sorts
from sand and shavings through pull
verified whisk-brooms.
"'But surely you don't eat them?'
she inquired.
"'Surely we do I returned val
iantly.
"She gave sort of grunt, then
looked from the box she was holding.
"Does Algernon eat them?' she
asked in a Observation-Disclosures
sort of tone.
"'He eats oatmeal explained and {
t was funny to see how relieved she ,
ooked, for she had been distressed to {
leath to see him drink coffee at break t
asst in place of the revered and tradi- /
ional tea, and suppose she feared
hat he was becoming fundamentally +
Amurrican.' But all she said was: y
Aow, porridge? I
"Then a sudden thought occurred to t
1e-Fd get her to taste one of those
reakfast foods. She was holding a
OK of erispy sweet sort of things not a
Mike popcorn. u
"'Taste 1t, Amy urged; it doesn't "
ave to be cooked, you know, and it's o
ather fun to eat 1t right out of the
OK
"She looked darkly suspicious, then
rev out a few flakes, holding them as II
they were slumbering hornets with h
potential sting. But | 'sicked' her on, II
nd eventually she made the leap. II
aited anxiously, and the suspicious II
ipression slowly left her face, making al
,om for one of rather pleased sur h,
Use. v,
Not SO nawsty," she pronounced AZ
I'd smiled at me, and from that mo- II
ent we were friends. M
1--WE tried it on lots of English PEG. ed
e since, and later events have never III
lied to confirm its infallibility, for W,
e unprogressive, UNACCEPTABLE mind =
trays itself every time. So if you
ant to marry an Englishman, invite
m to breakfast-and try It," she
lished.