Bisbee daily review., 1909-05-28
That Sideboard ls Beauty Took the
 Professor, Eye.
"Ah,r said the professor.

Ah. said the professor.
 And holding back Mime. Professor (who was eagerly trotting on to si2s her pretty little nose against the show window next door, where certain inys- terious garments were on display t.n- der the guise of being a white sale). the professor peered into the show window of the furniture shop and feasted his gaze on a sideboard of an- tiquity.
 "A perfect specimen of hand cary ing," said he. "A perfect specimen Of hand carving! A perfect-"
 And as his voice diminishes into the silence of adoration let us flat tening our noses against the shop win dow of life). look earnestly and for a minute or two at this professor and also at Mme. Professor, his wife.
 He was. then. a bushy-headed pro lessor, wearing the aspect of a lion and much given to bristling his beard his eyebrows. For the rest of it his trousers were innocent Of creases. the professorial limbs being carelcssly thrust into twin cylinders of pepper and salt. and he couldn't he left to himself a minute before the hanger of his coat began to assert itFelf over the top of his collar. as though bent upon showing its superiority over learned subjects and its unyl>iding scorn of all things scholarly.
 So let us turn and consider madam.
 Perty and snappy was madam. with a pretty little turned-up nose, a pret. " little turned-up chin and looking altogether capable of tanning the lion aforesaid and making him jump through the hoop whenever occasion required. Moreover. she had a way of setting her foot down v-hen she walked as though sne knew exactly where she was going. and every time she spoke she nodded her head until the white pompon on her hat nodded also In a manner that was at once an affirmation. a warning and q source oi deep delight.
 Do you see it2'' he asked.
 Yes" she said. noddiRg: 'f see it "A masterpiece," said he. and brist. ling his mane he fell into his best pro fessorial style and thus delivered him self:
 Era of the eighteenth century wreaths, scrolls and friezes carved ir high relief. with fruit and flowers carved with wonderful initiative skill I particularly wish to call yolr at te1tion 10 the prcdominating figure oi | Pomona
 Whe-eupcn he crooked his right | knee and made a particularly cem mcnding gesture.
 Pomona was the old Roman god dess of the fruits of the tree and espe | cially loved by all tho sylvan dcities the satyrs and the pans. She was { shy goddess. but Vertumnus. the god | of the turning year. wooed and woI her. l digress. however
 Come along" said she. | Wait" said he.
 And turning 10 the sideboard agaiI he said:
 Herein we see that the engravcr
 however rare his manual skill. hal | lHtp Noiltllbn nd'
 given Pomona a cornucopia. which is
 Of course, the special property of For
 tunatus However, we will overlook s,
 popular an error and confne our5elve
 10 the work proper
 Are you coming?" said zhe.
 Tn minute. said he. He batted his eyebrows. ha 1aIfrafn of rzr
 age is unusual" said he. "espea1all,
 in the hollows Of the cornice and th
 light, open cresting along the top. Tn
 tracery around the punches of grape
 is also Of a wonderful beauty. and eS
 ecuted with the most minute finisl
 and delicate moldiG,g The fronts o
 the lower drawers have been srccia
 ly selected for minute enrichment il
 spite of their inconspicuous position
 However"
 II And as a new beauty caught his ey
 he fell once more into the silence c
 adoration. saving al last:
 "l wish 1t was ours,- 'i But as for her. her pompon starte
 shaking.
 II "cHs Il uDu V Snc 3al0. N Whereat he stepped back in thos
 twin cylinders which have alread been mentioned, and the hanger C his coat began to assert itsclf-C most derisively,
 You don't?"
 No" she said. T do not,- What? You don't wish we owne that beautiful sideboard with all tha magnificent carving?" No. Cassius." she said. tucking n hanger back ,n It's place, T do not. 'I And taking him firmly by the arr she led him to that window next doc
 where the strange and curious e1
 hibits were on display. and just befor
 she fell into a reverie she looked . at him with that glance of love an
 fmpatience which q mother sometime directs at her best beloved), an added:
 T, How would you like to have { dust it every morningr"