The Bennington evening banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 19??-1961, 1915-05-03


~ he rose up and reached for the book.
Il might have known, Of course, that
you would Islander met
IL gave 1t exactly as 1t is in the
book
We'll, let it go. If 1t was your in
you have failed. / shall continue to
study the art. Perhaps the cook won't
object to becoming a subject
Mrs. Bowser smiled as he started for
the kitchen, but raised no objections.
The cook was just finishing her dinner
mains.
''lou have heard of phrenology! he
Aqueried as he pointed TO the book in
his hand.
Has the mistress any complaint to
make of the cooking?" she asked in re-
ply
"Not that / know Of / was asking
If You knew about phrenology. 1t re-
lates to the bumps of your head, you
know"
-hhh W hsAt VI iut Oii iht hNuo
Did the mistress ask about the bumps
when she hired me? If She objects to
them let her give me notice"
My good girl, you don't understand.
All of us have bumps ON our head. By
feeling Of the bumps one can tell per-
sons disposition. For instance, one
bump shows Il sweet temper; another
shows self conceit; another shows OBJ
stinacy, and so on
But isn't Inc cooliin' all right?" de-
manded the woman.
II said il was
"'rhen who's to care about the bumps
on me head or me dispositions"
You don't understand yet" contin-
ued Mr.. Bowser. by feeling of the
bumps oil your head can tell you
"You'll never feel of me bumps while
I'm alive" interrupted the cook, and
if you hain't out of this Kitchen i'll two
jiffs I'll walk off and leave you without
a COOK
Mr.. Bowser retired. 1t was a ques-
ton whether he retired in good order
or not. He realized that Mrs. Bowser
had stood at the head of the stairs and
overheard all and that he had made
mess OF it. She had smile on her
face as he entered the sitting room, and
that smile brought a determination to
his heart TO conquer or die.
''You-yOu probably advise me TO give
it up, don't you:' he asked.
You might practice outside she
suggested.
And so | WILL" he retorted as the
red came 10 his face. I've set out TO
post myself on phrenology, and by the
beard of my grandfather III do it or
die"
He walked out into the hall, capped
on his hat and opened the door and
stepped out. There was Il man hang
ing over nearby gate He wasn't
tramp, hut II workingman who was
sweet on n girl working next door and
was waiting for her to appear. Mr..
Bowser called 10 him. and he came in
OF the street.
s Would you like to earn a couple of
dollars in about fifteen minutesT was
asked.
You bet
Have you ever heard of phrenol-
ogyf"
If have I've forgotten Is the gas
leaking or II water pipe busted?"
''Phrenology has TO do with the
bumps on your head. l feel of your
bumps and read your character by
them. believe In it. but nay wife don't.
! want You to come and sit down for
a few minutes while | show her that
I'm right"
The man was willing. lie followed
Mr.. Bewser In and was referred to as
a Subject Mrs Bowser kept her
chair and became interested.
'Now, then" began Mr.. Bowser. aft
er two minutes spent in locating the
various bumps. II find YOUR bumps of
musical talent above the average.
should say that you can play on several
different Instruments and have fair
~ good voice
Lord save you, sir!' gasped the
man, but l never could even raise a
tune on a mouth organ, and as or sing
ing. everybody runs away when | try
It."
Il think YOU are inclined to be very
religious Are you Il Sunday school
teacher?'
Great Scott, no.,
But you reverence truth" persisted
Mr.. Bowser, rs his face began to pale.
"Mebbe ! do, sir. but they calls me
the Red Hook Liar all the same"
And are YOU not tender hearted
that is, don't you love children"
swell. I'm expecting to be arrested
tomorrow for lambasting kid this aft
ernoon. Your phrenology or what
ever you call 1t, don't seem to work.
guess your wife is right
1T never works unless there are
brains under the bumps" stifily replied
Mr. Bowser as he handed the man his
~ and accompanied him to the door.
When lie returned he stood before
Mrs. Bowser and glared at her for
moment. and then said:
Woman, this thing has gone to the
limit! Tue conspiracy is plain! In your
malicious desire toto
Then Mrs. Bowser began to laugh