The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1912-06-07


John-Aw, mother, have / got to
wash? After l took bath this morn
ing, too? Aw, l hate parties! Who's
going to look at my neck, anyhow?
Aw, gee!
eraldine-Ouch-you pull! You did
my hair this morning, and what are
you fixing 1t again for? l don't want
1t braided want 1t curled-all
around like the cook does hers
please, mother! Why can't I have 1t
curled. l wa-wa-want it c-c-c-curled!
Mrs. Gunnle-Geraldine, l shall
whip you If you don't stop this in
stant Here am, trying my best to
give you 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 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 1t on
purpose TO torment mel There's a
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 1t!
Or you won't go step!
John-Honest, kin | stay at home?
I'd lots rather, an I'll ask Billy
come over and bring his airship-
Mrs. Gunnle lin tones of tragedy
You're not going 10 stay at home. Go
and wash this minute!
Geraldine 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 ruffies!
Mrs. Gunnle-Blue gingham! Under
white lingerie dress that cost $25!
If you are only IL years old | should
think 1t isn't asking too much to in
sist on your having little common
sense, Geraldine! Stand still
Geraldine-Kin / wear your dia-
mond hair comb? And your sparkly
1nesklacs? Oh. please. mother, let me
wear the necklace-the one wrtin Ii the
emeralds an diamonds an
Mrs. Gunnle-No!
John-Oh, mother, forgot an left
1 the water turned on In the bowl, an
it's runnin' all over the floor an
Geraldine-Goody! Goody! I'll pu
my fan on this chain an'-oo-oh,
broke 1t, mother = your long golt
one
John-Hurry up, mother-r-r-r! I'll
runnin' out into the hall, an
Mrs Gunnle (ten minutes later)-I
you stir from this room, John Gunnle
till we go, IL don't know what IL
do to you, but it'll be something aw
full! Geraldine, stand still till I &c
your dress fastened! Put down tina
tube of paste! And don't handle you
hair ribbons-you're smashing then
all down! John, put on your collar
John-Aw, l hate parties! hat'
girls! I won't dance! l won't!
Mrs. Gunnle-Now, see here, II 20,
don't act like q little gentleman, will
every woman know watching you, II
never let you go to party again!
Geraldine-O-o-oh, mother! There
paste all over the front of me! It.
all sticky!
Mrs. Gunnle-Stand still! or all tn
children, when / told you-John, g.
bring me wet cloth-and I paid 81
for that dress-and your pink sill
shows below 1t and the taxi will b.
here in ten minutes. Stand still
John, you know perfectly we'll your
to wear your good clothes-take thos
off! Put down that perfume, Gerald
inc! John, put on your pumps!
John-They're full of water! l ha,
'em In the bath room! Kin wear m.
football shoes? Aw, please. mother
Mrs. Gunnle There, Geraldine
you've stepped on my skirt for tn
sixth time and now you've torn 1t
And the taxi will be here-John. ge
on your muller and coat! Put on you
wrap. Geraldine! And put down tina
stupid doll! What on earth
Gunnle Cat the door)-Aren't yo
people ready yet? ] don't see why
should take so long to Ak those kids
It isn't as though they were grown
ups! The machines herel
Mrs. Gunnle-Pd like to crawl oi
and die comfortablyl-Chicago Dali
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