The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1910-01-27
GETTING
POLISHED
By GEORGE A. FARGHER

Il don't object to being polished,
so | can act like real gentleman.
am hammered up so l don't put my
elbows on the table, and as for keep
ing the end of the spoon out of my
mouth, I'm an expert, but. by Jove,
I'm through being polished up any
more" drawled the dry-goods clerk,
in the latest style.
What wrong?"
Wrong? Say, you know my
youngest sister, Jane? That's her
real name when she goes to papa for
money-on the cards it's spelled with
a Y before the N and about four con-
sonants after each vowel. Well,
Jane loves me, and after she went
through all the classes on how to act
and not show your real bring up, she
landed on me. Jack, dear, says sis
ter, you are the best salesman in
Witherly's and you are all right, ex
cept you act just like all American
men. You are too busy to know the
right things to do-those nice little
politenesses, and I'm going to polish
you up for Miss Witherly
"Of course that sounded good to
me I'm for owning the store. and
was getting on fine after few les
sons; had everything running smooth
ly. Why, l was so polished that it
made me sick to watch my fellow-mor-
tails eat, or act as though they weren't
dragged up. There was only one thing
that marred my happiness. If found
Jane on the porch or met her on the
street, l would forget to tip my hat
Jane said she was entitled to as
much respect as any other girl. 1t
sounded like the book, but it always
made me feel foolish to act as if
was glad to see her.
well, l forgot several times, as
have already remarked Jane warned
me-Tll give you lesson young man.
some day, that will make you remem-
Der. 1t will be for your own good,
and it will hurt me more than you.
Say, yesterday | just caught on to
the smoker as the express train pulled
out was in an awful rush-wanted
to get over to the park with the sticks
and play hole or two-so when | got
off at Hyde Park and saw Jane COM
ing home from the matinee, l slid
pinched her arm, and said
Lovely day-haven't l met you be-
fore? l was only joking, you know,
but horrors, l forgot to tip my hat
its one of those fiat boys 1--WE get
$3.50 for them), and it is hard for me
to get it on with just the right kind
of rakishness. Jane-my sweet and
polished little sister-well, she drew
coldly away, looked shocked, and,
mind you, we were right in the mid
die of a swell bunch of people. oh,
don't get funny, Sis, I'm dead sick of
this mannering business
81 don't know you, sir says little
sister.
by Jove-Whack-I thought a
mule had landed a short-arm jolt, and
when | turned around, big handsome
man had me by the neck You're
nice kind of an excuse says he, real
loud; L have something for Washers
ike you Perhaps | wasn't mad |
lane hadn't even turned around, but
he friends of the handsome man had
He led off. and every one handed out
4 jolt or kick.
was doing the best | could when |
lane came rushing back into the strug-
Cling bunch and explained matters. ] |
vas so ticbled not to get more than |
me black eye and not to be taken to
he police station, that l tried to
smooth the handsome guys feelings,
or he was as mad as hornet at
lane. Said it would be a lesson to
lin not to butt in on a woman's jokes
well, look at that coming down the
street. Here's where | take off my
lat to Jane and the the handsome
,uy. | hope he gets the balance of
he polishing | was down for, and by
he way sister is sympathizing with
lin about the battle scars gave him,
t looks as if he would. | hate to think
# losing the partnership in Wither
US store-but no more polishing for
ne."