El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1910-03-22

The Boss's Wife. familiar with the
symptoms of her lord, did nothing to
aggravate them=which was good
Neither did she attempt to alleviate
them-which was better STILL Only
when she saw him seat himself at his
desk and. unprodded by anything save
his own conscience, begin the COM
position Of his semi letter home.
she realized that the situation was des-
perate-
How do you spell thirst. ?" asked the
Boss. looking up from his letter sud-
denly.
do you mean to tell me you don't
know how TO spell a one syllable word
like that?' his wife answered. incredu-
lousy.
"One syllable world Nonsense"
word in the English 1anguage-1ncom-
p hensibility' isn't it-and the dryest
and hardest to pronounce
Yes. dear" acquiesced his wife. SYM
patheticaIly. II know. I made a
pitcher of nice lemonade this morning
and put IT in the ice box Would you
like some nowP'
I've drunk so much lemonade this
week that I dreamed last night that I
was a lime and was being squeezed into
q gin rickey," the Boss answered Ian
guidly. Il never knew before the Pc
culiar quality all those soft drinks
seem to have OF leaving you thirstier
than ever No. you'll have to do better
than that"
-ButtermiIk?" the Boss's wife sug-
gested. hopefully
Ugh" shuddered the Boss
How about some nice iced tea or
some ginger ale7"
Awful" the Boss exclaimed, and
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A long silence followed. which was
broken finally by another plaintive in-
quiry from the Boss
Has Wurzburger got z or an $ ,"
What are you writing to your
mother about?" gasped the Boss's Wife.
Have You forgotten that she's president
of a temperance society? You'll shock
her TO DEATH
Shock her?" echoed the aggrieved
Boss. why. I'm delighting her dear soul
by telling her that I've sworn off and,
just to show her what hero I am, I'm
making out an alphabetical list Of all
the things I've given up-absinthe, an
gostura apricot. Beneditcine, beer-I'm
classifying the beers nowi''
The Bosss Wife rose and walked to-
ward his desk CHANGING over the Boss's
shoulder she saw that, as a novel meth
cd OF assuaging his thirst. he had COW
eTeO three SneelS OF writing paper with
something that resembled a hotel wine
list much more than a Sunday letter To
the home folks
You're not really going to send that
thing" she laughed.
Il certainly am the Boss answered,
grimly.
And then she realized that the hour
Of the Boss's capitulation had struck
and that as usual, she would have to
let him surrender with all the honors
Of warm other words. surrender for
him.
We'll. don't finish the letter now"
she exclaimed. suddenly. Il want sorNe-
body TO take me out to dinner I'm
tired OF staying in the house"
And then, as she strobe toward her
room, she added over her shoulder:
Perhaps we may discover a few
things TO add to your list"
The Boss laughed-laughed as the
desert laughs after six months of
drouth- His parched soul expanded like
dried apples In water.
But IL was not with water that SONS
time later, the Boss, across sparkling
table, chose to expand his soul.
My wife is such a religious and
temperance crank" said the Boss of the
Establishment to the Confirmed Married
Man next day. that I'm afraid to take
a drink during Lent For me life Is one
long, sweet lemonader
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