The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1915-04-18

n Into each day some poetry should
HALL" Mrs. litter paraphrased as she
|1struggled nobly to do her hair in a French
|twist," accomplishing nothing more, how
|1ever, than German pretzel."
IT have given my brain too much COM
|mon, every day food she went on, land
HIM tired of sawdust and prunes and l
Hong for frothy tra-la-las, with mara
tschino cherries on it..
What may I inquire is frothy ira
|bs La with maraschino cherry on it?'
|AMr litter ventured You are master
kof many languages. your own included,
(which nobody on cath could possibly I'M
|sderstand, but this new wrinkles 1t
|SVolapuk, or Hindoostan, or what?'
"A frothy tra-la-la," Mrs. litter began
/ In her silliest and most foolish manner,
Il "is delicious oozium of creamy, dainty
Sweetness, and it doesn't always have
| "a cherry on it-only sometimes. It's a
| most alluring temptation. You know what
III mean. You go to luncheon and you fill
|lup on good things to eat and then all at
'.once you see the French pastry Waiting
|by Suddenly you think maybe you could
manage something-sweet. You fall for
|it. The moment you have finished eating
III you feel as if you had suddenly swal-
Ilowed four pounds of dried apples and
kdrunk a gallon of water and the con-
glomeration has begun to get together
IRnd swell I'm always wanting tra-la-las
Iwith maraschina cherries on it, and then
as soon as I get it 1 regret it,
1.-The way you feed your facet mean
|your mind-with such stuff" said Mr.
.Titter kindly, lis awful. Why not stock
In with corn beef and cabbage?"
II get tired of talking about things I'm
always talking about Mrs. litter con-
essed in her incomprehensible way II
.hNant to fill my mind with some perfect
|Ey good poetry. It's nothing new. I've
Railways wanted to do that sort of thing
|since l went to school and recited:
Beneath the silly chestnut tree
The sooty blacksmith stands
or words to that effect. | don't know
whether it is best for the peace of the
family and my own peace of mind, but
hm going to begin this very day with
poetry, and tonight when thou contest
home then shalt I welcome thee"
FINGERS crossed" Mr. litter threat
Iened, accompanying the words with a
Iiecisive gesture of the right hand. IF
vou dare to thrust any spring poultry
Ipn me IN going to run for my life. Last
week it was charity and you got all my
bid comfortable, leftover shoes and be-
fore that 1t was something else, and, bless
I|ny soul, If you were not the most inter-
Xesting, adorable person in the world
hinlS I'd promptly beat you. Don't you
think you should be beaten occa sionally?"
II think if you don't catch the next
Ear to town you will miss some pref
by good business at your office this
morning." Mrs. litter replied definite
by. go on. Husbands are like trash
They should be swept out of the house
early in the morning and not return
t1ntil evening. Good-by, dear. Now for
he poetics"'
Mr.. litter, as usual did what Nom
r err told him to do.
AS he "ambled" down the street he
burned back to catch a last glimpse
bf his "wee wife-y' before the car
rame by, and he unused upon her &C.
rentricities and wondered what had
prompted this poetry bee" to get into
Der bonnet and whyfor.
In the meantime Mrs. litter had got