The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1915-11-27
NEVER AGAIN FOR HIM
Mr.. euRLisoN DECLARES HIM.
SELF IN STRONG TERMS.
Good Reasons Why He Should Make
Resolution Not to Bring the Sun
day Dinner From the City
"Why, Henryi"

There was the look of man with
troubled soul in the face of Mr.. Henry
Burlison when he reached his home
one Saturday evening. The smiling
face of his wife did not lessen the
look of grim determination in the face
of Burlison, A wife with far less in
tuition than Mrs. Burlison had would
have discovered that something had
gone wrong, and Mrs. Burlison asked,
Why, Henry. what has happened?"
Burlison stepped into the vestibule
of his home and dropped the suit case
he carried to the floor with a dull
thud., His voice had an edge like
blade as he said:
Something has happened that win
never happen again II | live to be so
old that Methuselah will seem like a
kid when compared with me. This is
the last time | save Is cents by TAX
ing that suit case downtown with me
on Saturday and bring home our Sun
day dinner in II to save express
charges-the very last time!"
why. Henry, what happened?'
Enough happened to make me tell
you that I'll eat my Sunday dinner
from an armchair restaurant with gilt
tering white letters on the window an
nouncing frankfurters and mashed po-
tatoes for 10 cents before I'll do any
Saturday marketing with a suit case"
"But you haven't told me what hap
pened.'
You would have seen what hap
pened il you had been with me Just as
| reached the subway stairs. s'pose
l had forgot to push down the clasps
that help to hold the suit case to-
gether, and the thing was so crammed
full that it was too much for the self
locking arrangement, and the thing
opened right at the top of the stairs
why, Henry!"
You'd say Why. Henry!' If you had
seen a six.pound Philadelphia capon
travelling down those stairs, followed
by three big yellow grapefruit and
half dozen apples!"
Why. Henry!"
or three steps. and a man racing down
the stairs stepped on 1t and slipped,
and he threatened to sue me for dam.
ages! You will find the print of a
woman's boot heel on that pound of
butter, and left the dozen eggs |
had bought on the subway stairs. for
! would have needed shovel to have
scraped them up after they had rolled
down six iron steps! One of the
grapefruit rolled between the feet of
an old lady going down the stairs, and
she gave a yell like a maniac and
called for the police! A grinning idiot
caught up one OF the grapefruit and
flung it UP toward me, and two other
men pelted me with the apples"
I "Oh, Henry!"
/ THE bottle of maple sirup spread
/ over six of the steps, and the people
. carried It home on the soles of their
shoes and the paper came off the
| soup bone l had bought, and left II
lying at the foot of the subway stairs
! All is, this is the very last time you
ever hear of me saving Is cents In
that way! My lacerated feelings are
worth at least a quarter, and"
"Oh, Henry!"
81 left half Of my stuff in the sub
way, and the other half will taste bit
ter to me when ! think of that gap
ing, grinning, giggling, tittering mob
that saw me standing there with my
empty and open suit case In my hand
and all that stuff travelling down the
subway stairsl"
why, Henry!"-Judge.