Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1912-02-27
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Ut is the evening of the an
nual childrens party at a fashionable
Chicago club. Mrs. Gunnle is prepar-
ing her offspring for the occasion. The
room is Uttered with cast-off shoes,
hosiery, skirts, neckties, and other ar
ticles of apparel.)
Mrs. Gunnle-If you don't stand still,
Geraldine, I'll
Geraldine-Will there be ice cream?
An kin take my new doll? Say, kin
| wear the new apron Aunt May gave
me with the pink bows on it? But
why can't l? l want
John-Aw, mother, honest, have
got to go? Please, moth
Mrs. Gunnle-You'I drive me crazy,
both of you? The idea of your acting
so, Johnny, when all the children Of
every human being l know will be
there! Do you think I'm going to
have folks say l didn't take enough in
terest in my own children to have
them there, too? Put that perfume bot
tie down this minute, Geraldine!
You'll be regular barber shop
John-Aw, mother, have l got to
wash? After | took bath this morn
ing, too? Aw, l hate parties! Who's
going to look at my neck, anyhow?
Aw, gee!
Geraldine-Ouch-you pull! You did
my hair this morning, and what are
you fixing it again for? l don't want
it braided want it curled-all
around like the cook does hers
please, mother! Why can't l have it
curled. l wa-wa-want it c-c-c-curIed!
Mrs. Gunnle-Geraldine, / shall
whip you if you don't stop this in
slant! Here 1 am, trying my best to
give you a perfectly lovely time, and
you act like all possessed! Why,
every woman there will criticise every
other woman's children, and do you
think I'm going to let you go looking
like a curled up little fright? Stand
still, for mercy's sake!
John-Aw, what do l put on now,
mother? Aw-you hurt. did wash
Mrs. Gunnle-I believe you do it on
purpose to torment me! There's
black streak all around your neck
and your ears-John Gunnle, you
march straight back into the bath
room and use the soap! Lots of it!
Or you won't go step!
John-Honest, kin | stay at home?
1ntc ~ TIL oc1z I1i11u
come over and bring his airship-
Mrs. Gunnle Gin tones of tragedy
You're not going to stay at home! Go
and wash this minute!
Geraldine-I don't want to wear
that petticoat! l don't like that petit
coat, mother! Please let me wear the
blue bingham one with the ruf1es!
Mrs. Gunnle-Blue gingham! Under
a white lingerie dress that cost $25!
If you are only II years old l should
think it isn't asking too much to in
sist on your having a little common
sense, GeraldineI Stand still!
Geraldine-Kin l wear your dia-
mond hair comb? And your sparkly
necklace? oh, please, mother, let me
wear the necklace-the one with the
emeralds an diamonds an
Mrs. Gunnle--No,
John-Oh, mother, l forgot an left
the water turned on in the bowl, an
it's runnin' all over the floor an
Geraldine-Goody! Goody! I'll put
my fan on this chain an-o-o-oh, l
broke it, mother - your long gold
one
John-Hurry up, mother-r-r-r! It's
runnin' out into the hall. an
Mrs. Gunnle (ten minutes later)-Tf
you stir from this room, John Gunnle,
till we go, II don't know what I'll
do to you, but it'll be something aw-
full! Geraldine, stand still till l get
your dress fastened! Put down that
tube of paste! And don't handle your
hair ribbons-you're smashing them
all down! John, put on your collar!
John-Aw, I hate parties! I hate
girls! l won't dance! l won't!
Mrs. Gunnle-Now, see here, if you
don't act like a little gentleman, with
every woman know watching you, I'll
never let you go to party again!