Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1909-02-12

isn't the matter of the hardness. either.
When it comes to that, it's pretty handy
to have my pants pressed right in this
plant, If can get away with having it
done. But, of course, if you're curling
up on all that stuff, if yol've made up
your mind to buck and kick. If you've
decided that YOU just won't reader any
little services of that sort for me any
more, why, of course, thai puts differ
q complexion on thu 1ys AMI T.
Let's not talk about it any more"
mildly suggested Mrs. Tobson. "You
know very well that I've never left oil
doing your pressing for you. | only
suggested the taiIorshop dow: the
street. OF course, if You don't care to
patronize the little tailor shop for your
pressing, PHI"
'Oh, that's it, go ahead and make a
martyr of yourself about it!' snapped
Mr. Jobson. Pull that slow-musie stuff
on me. Look abused. Look imposed
upon. Look bullied and bullyragged and
cowed and all like that. Fine. Looking
cowed is the best little thing to do. But
you're not going to get away with that
cowed gag this time, let me tell you
that. | don't consider that I'm brutal
izing you or separating you from the
higher and nobler or robbing you of your
individuality, or walking all over ycur
frame, or anything like that when |
gently request that you see to the oc-
casional pressing of my pants. There
are thousands OF nnn in thi: town who
can buy me and sell me and send lie to
the Stag heap when it comes to possess
sions who don't make the least bones
about having their wives press their
outer garments for them, and III bet
that in all Washington, this morning,
there isn't woman, either, who puts
up such an ungodly how. s'.ch an I'm
earthly wall alost soul squeak over
doing little pressing for her husband
as you do. As a matter of fact, I'll
bet"
Cant you wear some other pair of
tr-pants today and leave those behind
for me 20 press?" suggested Mrs job
son to create diversion.
'No, L can't, and, what's more, I
wouldn't if | could" growled Mr. job
son Its heap you care, anyhow,
whether my pants are pressed or not
You'd as leave see me hiking around
this town looking like bulgy, down at
the heels, unbrushed, unkempt, impressed
slob as not. But look here Since you're
bent on putting up that martyred map
and looking sad and sweet over this lit
tie business I'll make a little proposition
to you: "Fll pay you to press my
pants, see? You say it costs 25 cents to
have pants pressed at that little tailor's
down the street that you're plugging so
strongly for? All right I'll make it
four bits-50 cents. Every pair of pants
that you press for me henceforth will
set me back half dollar. I'll be glad
to dig up just to keep peace in the fam
lily. I'd rather pay 81 per press for
pants than to have you mooching around
here with that dismal, abused, outraged
expression of countenance So lust re-
member: Fifty cents for every pair of
pants that you put a crease in for me.
Get that? Four bits. Then you won't
be abused. You won't have to sulk on
me. You won't have to gloom and
glover around as if somebody was en-
gagged all the time in throwing humps of
anthracite at you," and then Mr.. Jobson
bounced down the stair1 to the break
fast table and the matter, for that morn
ing, was closed.
Mr.. Jobson was in fine. whistIing.
chirpy mood when he got home that
l.
chuck Mrs. Jobson under the chin when
he entered the vestibule and to tell her
that her skin certainly did look fine. He
changed into his knock around the house
clothes as soon as he came home. and
Mrs Jobson picked up the trousers that
he took off and started down to the
basement with them.
Whats coming off now2" sang out
IL ahn 1rv
to do with those pants my dear:"
Press them while the iron is hot" re-
piled Mrs. Jobson.
"Oh, no you amt" said Mr. Jobson,
taking the trousers from her ''Not on
your daguerreotype. / guess you've
earned rest from all that sort of thing
after all these years. I'm not going to
have any woman connected with me
pressing pants for me when | can get
that job done for two bits by little
Polack tailor right down the street-not
much. Wouldn't think of such thing.
| may be a curmudgeOn and all like that.
but | guess you've done your last press
ing stunt, my dear, and, say, get your
buds on and We'll do gown town and
have some dinner, and I'ye set some
theater tickets, too, and wen riot around
a little tonight. Press pants for me any
more? Huh? / reckon not! Well, 1
should say not"
Mrs. Jobson came near falling down
under the blow But she knows per-
fectly well that tomorrow, or the next
day, or next week some time Mr.. Jobson
will have some more observations to
make about women who are too tired
to do little pressing for their hus-
bands Washington Star.
Narrow Escape from Suffocation.