The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-12-11

sure and watch that turkey!
Henry promised. 'I ll1H
'iOh. dear, ! just know you won't
almost sobbed Mrs. Jones. You will
get SO Interested in the plot of those
stories that you will forget all about
the dinner and let 1t burnt" ..pg....
why, my dear, =
"Yes. Henry. know your intentions
are good, but ] am an experienced
woman and you know how many
times | have had to say, I told you
soi'"
Then she went away to the train,
a trim little figure In brown in be.
coming magenta hat
Jones sat down to his typewriter
and began working out a grudge of
long standing How the keys ratified
as he let the narrative he was pro.
duclng run from his finger tips! One
of the stories was finished and the
other begun when he chanced to think
of the baking turkey left to his ten
der mercies. .I. .....s..
"Whew! ! mustn't forget that or
Mrs. Jones will never forgive me-" he
exclaimed dashing into the kitchen
where the aroma of roasting meat
greeted his nostrils! Throwing open
the door of the oven. he discovered to
his horror that the turkey seemed TO
be burned fast to the PAM
He tried to pry II over with the
basting spoon. but the bird would not
bulge! Jones grunted his displeasure
and attacked the gobbler with the
carving fork The best he could
do was to lift the pan from the bottom
OF the oven when he endeavored to
roll the turkey over!
That thing has got to be turned
somehow" he mentally anathematlzed,
grabbing the pan in his bare hands
and attempting to haul It onto the
floor!
with a cry of pain, he let the pan
clip and stuck his burned fingers in
his mouth, SCOT and all
Whom Jones fixed the furnace he
wore pair of old gloves. Remember
Ing this, he dashed madly into the
cellar, donned the gloves and, once
more attacked the offending bird.
This time he managed to get the tur.
key from the oven. and setting the
pan down upon the spotlcss floor, he
proceeded with a fixed expression of
revenge, to turn that turkey on its
other side!
r And just as he had jerked It loose and
flopped II over, he heard voices in the
hal and Mrs. Jones approached.
Grasping the pan by each side he
made haste to replace 1t in the oven.
In some unaccountable way, q drum.
stick caught. the pan slipped and just
as Mrs. Jones opened the kitchen
door. look OF suspicion on her face,
that rascally turkey Topped clear OF
the pan. sped straight under Jones
feet and deliberately tripped him up!
Are you riding the turkey to wa.
ter?' Mrs. Jones asked, scornfully. as
Jones fioundered about on the kitchen
| floor!
And then. the humorous side ap
pealed to her and her shreking laugh
brought half dozen guests Just in
time to see Jones disappear up the
back stairway toward the bathroom
lnasmuch as he closed the door
promptly and locked It, none OF the
party ever heard just what he said
but they imagined enough to do Jus
tioe to the occasion!
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I8f Flu5 Dubs.
| n We cannot all own automobiles
| The rest Of us have to belong to the
"quick and the dead" class
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| We cannot all lead the band-but
by ling, I'm takin' lessons ON the big
bass drum.
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II all We're, star actors who would
drop peanuts into the pit?
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Many forgive, but II IL only mother
who forgives and forSets.
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