The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1908-11-29
Stories of the Streets and Town


I ly Ihan you ever deramed of getting
| ready for anything.
Corbuth put in the wrong by find
| Ing they were in time for the moor
| train, growled.
"RidicuIouSi" he said If womer
could dress as quickly and with as lit
tie confusion and effort as men they d
do we'll. A man uses system in his
dressing, as he does in his business
He doesn't waste time looking fol
this and trying on that and then be
ginning all over again, Why. loob
how you've fused and worried over
this gown you're going to see about
You've changed the style of it about
dozen times"
Once" interrupted Mrs. Corbuth
amiabIy.
First you had long sleeves and
then you decided on no sleeves al
all and you nearly had nervous pros
tratlon over the color. A man merely
tells his tailor that he wants a new
dress suit and that's the end of it,"
rs yours done?" asked mis- wife as
they parted.
Comes home next week. said Cor
buth- at will be home in time for
the Browns dinner. And for the love
of Maria. Bess, do start to dress be-
fore the last minute on that night OF
all nights"
The Corbuths had returned from
their Mobile trip, and CoToutn, arriv-
ed home late, pounded on the door,
recollecting that this was actually the
night of the Browns dinner.
He pounded vigorously.
'tThnnQht VnT'd nnvpl. nnTnQ'' he
said as he flung himself out of his
overcoat and dropped it on the stairs.
up which he sprung two steps at a
time. Il must have lost my latch
key. Did the tailor send my suit
oh. there's the box. Looks all right,
but you never can tell. Where on
earth are my dress shirts? | haven't
one in sight"
He paused, glaring, as his wife took
his hands out of the chiffonier drawer
he was frantically paving up from
the bottom.
'Of course not she said Not in
there. That's the drawer your hos
iery and handkercliefs are kept in.
Here they are"
oh" said Corbuth, Modified by
the sight of a dozen immaculate even
ing shirts. Aren't you dressed yet,
Bess? / wish you'd put in the links
and buttons for me- And, say, viii
you hunt up my ties?"
His voice trailed back from the
bath room where the roar of running
water mingled with mad splashing.
ASK Mary to see if the patent
leather polish is downstairs, will you,
and telephone Bill not to come out
here this evening" forgot to tell
him we wouldn't be home"
Mrs. Corbuth, in her kimono and
with hair pins in her hands, flew one
way and Mary the other. Loud calls
from above caused Mrs. Corbuthto
rush back frantically.
Have you given my military brush
es to the suffering Icelanders?" he
demanded in awful tones. And my
mirror is nissing-oh, did pile some
socks and things on top of 'em, L
shirts. You've got those buttons in
one would dream you'd
been married three years. Still in
that kimono? You'll be late, sure as
fate,''
He emptied out the tailor's box and
proceeded to don his new clothes. A
groan brought Mrs. CorbuJh TO find
him twisting his heard around peri
lousy and staring into the chiffonier
glass with an anguished face
.Beastly," he moaned. Give them
to the ragman, Take them away"
''Now, Harold" said his wife, re-
what is the trouble? OF
course the coat wrinkles when you
twist yourself up like a crinkly stick
of candy-lemon candy at that"
Cant you see Corbuth storned.
The coats ruined, It's cut too low
in the back of the neck! This Shout
der lunches, Look at the sag here!
And the trousers are too tight, It's
an abominable fit, / don: like the
lapels anyhow l knew | wanted the
other kind! That man a tailor? He
ought to be breaking stones,"
Let me hold the mirror and you
stand still and then take a look" said
Mrs. COrbuth-
He did so and then coughed.
We'll. maybe it isn't so bad" he
admitted. It'll have 20 do for to-