The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-04-04
Meeting an
Emergency

"Lemme sit by the window! Lemme
sit by the window, dad!" shrieked the
small boy, making dive for the last
double seat.
Don't make so much noise,
growled dad, fussy little man with
white eyelashes, following his son in
to the seat. Here, turn around and
take your dirty shoes off my clothes. y
Giving a farewell wipe with the
shoes, the small boy turned his atten.
ton to raising the window shade.
Here, leave that alone!" grumbled
dad. Don't you see that let's the sun
shine right in on me? Why can't
you have a little consideration for
other people?"
WHATS consid-Say, dad, look at
That Kid out there. Say, looky! He
nit that other kid right in the nose.
Say, l bet If was that other kid I'd
punch him in the Stats. Say. looky.
dad!'
If you don't shut up I'll drop you
out OF the window" observed dad,
sourly. Keep still, now. want to
read the paper"
Say, dad, what're We stoppin' for?
On' gee! Look at all the people get
tin on. Where's they all goin' to sit?
Say dad, look at all the people"
Dad buried his nose in his paper
and grunted.
An Injured looking man with a re-
cedfng chin stationed himself In front
OF the pair and fixed dad with a meek
glare.
Say, dad" remarked the small boy,
punching his parent In the ribs, that
mans lookin' at you. Say, what's he
lookin' at you that way for, dad?'
Look here" muttered dad, in re-
strained but wrathful tones, If you
say another word I'll give you the
worst whipping you ever had in your
life the minute We get home"
The small boy stuck his thumb In
his mouth and returned with a round
eyed stare the glare Of the injured
looking man. At the next stop the
injured looking man was pushed for
ward and his place was taken by two
short sleeved, low necked. hobble-
skirted damsels
"Wisht / had some place to sit
down." remarked one, glancing from
dad to his son.
wonder he wouldn't make that kid
get up and let somebody have that
seat" observed her friend.
Dad" said the small boy, in a loud,
hoarse whisper, "she says it's a won
der you don't make me get up and
give her my seat. Do have to give
her my seat. dad? Amt she got
nerve, dad?"
Dad, his head completely enveloped
in his paper, made no response. The
two girls giggled. The small boy
amused himself for a few moments by
sticking out his tongue at them. When
this palled, he looked about for some
other means of entertainment and hit
upon the novel diversion of reclining
upon the small of his back and rum
ming his heels up and down the back
of the seat in front of him. The seat
was occupied BY a man who sat with
hunched up shoulders and twisted
legs, reading a railroad time table.
He wore dusty looking brown hat,
with rather wide brim, which the
small boy kicked with each gyration
of his feet.
Dad, watch me kick that mans
hat. Say, amt that funny hat. dad ?"
No response from dad.
The train stopped again and the two
girls gave place to a fat. perspiring
man with heavy suitcase. He plant
ed the suitcase on the floor and drew
q handkerchief from his pocket.
"Phew!" he observed to the public |
In general, hopping his face with the
This amt the kind !
Of day to run for train"
With the exception of the small boy, !
the passengers all assumed the stony,
far away expression that is supposed
to be appropriate when a genial re-
mark is made by stranger to no.
body in particular The man looked |
4o"u oAu Cdu6AL Lu0 0y 0S VI Lu0 shall
boy.
Say, son." he asked cheerfully,
don't you want to get up and let me /
lave that seat? You can sit on my
ap"
"Naw!" replied the boy, regarding
lis interlocutor dispassionately.
The fat man, with considerable ef-
ort, seated himself upon his suitcase.
WELL" he observed. as he seated
himself, Il amt in the business OF
bringing up other folks children, but
must say that when | was kid il
d "a sat down when there was lot
If grown people standing my dad
would "a fixed me so prob'ly wouldn't
a. been anxious to sit down anywhere
or week."
Then. suddenly, something hap.
|ened The hunched nm man thrust |