Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-04-03

of his portion of the pot roast, he dis
covered that the meat had a slightly
burnt taste. Mrs Jobson had discovered
the slightly charred state of the meat be-
fore he had, and. as there was nothing
TO be done about it, she was waiting for
tire inevitable outburst. 1t came on sched-
ule time
Say" inquired Mr.. Jobson making a
very much exaggerated grimace as he
munched his first mouthful of the meat,
what is this junk you've put on the table
before me-a roast of coal? Baked clink-
crs? Bruised coke? Or what?'
Il think mildly replied Mrs. Jobson,
that the maid. probably while attending
20 something else. allowed the pot roast
10 burn just little bit"
oh. YOU think that. do you?" grumped
Mr. Jobson- That's one Of the brilliant
est little thinks you've waited in my di-
rection for quite n spell. There are times
I've got To give il TO you-when you
dish out a think that has several of the
carmsrks of almost human intelligence
So YOU think II was just burnt a teeny
weeny little bit, hey? Great, Take the
head of the class You are developing a
remarkable analytical mind. You'll be
doing differential calculus next. Just a
leetle hit burnt. hey? Well. there's an
other thing that's got to be said for YOU
YOU sure don't deal In superlatives par
ticularly when it's not to Your interest to
wouldn't call this meat burnt just a little
bit. I'd call Ii burnt to the ground I'd
advert 10 it az a piece of meat that had
passed through the worst confiagration
In history. I'd mention ii as a hunk Of
beef that had fallen into the crater of an
active volcano. That's how it tastes to
me. but. of course. I'm supposed to sit
here and eat il and keep my tongue be
tween my teeth, hey? That the way YOU
view the matter"
oh. not at ALL sweetly replied Mrs.
Jobson. II think you are perfectly justi-
lied in complaining when an annoying
thing of this kind happens
oh. just like that eh?' grouched Mr..
Johson. Well. that's Il new system
you're trying to put over. isn't it? Where
did You get that one? Who taught you
wind right out of my sails by owning up
before I've got chance to poke "A word
III endways- You expect TO clap the quick
eNtinguisher on me. right from the jump,
by admitting the annoyance Huh. Right
foxy little new move. that. You spend "A
lot of time doping out new ones lately,
anyhow. don't your
Well" said Mrs. Jobson. with unpunc-
thing can't be helped why. it's just as
well. isn't il. to
Wait a minute with that can't be-
helped stuff clapped In Mr.. Jobson.
Just break it off right there till we get
a chance to parse that part or it and ana
lyze IL and reduce il TO its common de-
nominator. AS l understand the terms OF
the remark you were about to chuck at
me. YOU are of the opinion that the re-
ducing of this chunk of beef to a clinker
the incinerating of ii TO a mass of ad-
hesive black ashes is thing that
couldn't by any possibility be helped Is
that IL? Have / got you right? BE good
enough to favor me with AN answer. will
YOU
Well" said Mrs. Jobson, these little
accidents arc more or less bound to occur
occasionally TO folks who keep house,
and"
Never mind that lodging. crawfishing.
backing-water. beating around he bush
method of attack of yours raped i'm
Mr. Jobson. Stop wriggling and squirm-
ing. That's the feminine method, know.
but I can't help that. What / want is
direct answer. Could this meat have
been Saved from the burning, or couldn' I
tive? That's what / want to know.
That's what I'm waiting to hear about
in a straightout way.
Isabel told me-" explained Mrs. job
son-IsabePs the Jobsons' dinge maid
''that she was so busy making the lemon
meringue pie-and IT'S lovely meringue
pie. too-that she forgot to replensh the
water I'm the pot In which the pot roast
Sas cooking, so that
~Oh. IL was Isabel. then slammed i'm
Mr. Jobson. Huh, That's what l was
trying to get at-the responsibility end of
It. But wait another minute. / desire to