Honolulu star-bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1912-2010, 1915-02-12
THAT SALAD and
Mr.. BOBBY WHITE

This Is the story OF Bobby White,
who lives in Honolulu. Bobby, like
many other little Honolulu boys, does
not like to eat vegetables and always
makes a. fuss about it
1 Mrs. White has been at loss to
know just how to. deal with him in
the matter, as nothing has seemed to
avail ~.
/ Stronger than punishment or brfb-
cry has been Bobby,s deeply rooted
aversion to anything that grows in the
ground.
4 One night not long ago the usual
condition prevailing, Mrs. White had
attempted to disguise the cause Of the
unpleasantness by serving vegetable
salad.
Bobby" She inquired casually.
why don't you eat your salad Z"
Bobby lifted small portion on the
end of his fork and looked at it close
ly. Then carefully put it back on the
plate.
/ what is. the matter with your
salad?' asked his mother.
I Vegetables admitted Bobby brief
~.
aBut you haven't tasted 1t.
~ know, returned Bobby. "but its
vegetables.
well, said Mrs. White, impatient
1y, 4 simply cannot understand why
you are so cranky about your eating,
Bobby. Dad isn't and I'm sure I'm
not.
Bobby was wide-awake little boy,
and he said nothing as he glanced
over to his fathers place. where the
plate OF salad remained untouched.
One of the few things that White did
not eat was salad. Silence fell upon
the White household. Mrs. White,
acutely conscious OF her error IN tao
tics. was wrapped In thought Finally,
raising her eyes; she encountered
across the table an almost impercep-
.tible wink. Quickly she dropped her
gaze, struggling with wild desire to
laugh. It was too complicated. this
training of the young idea. Suddenly,
Mr.. White faced his small son.
Bob said he, '.H you will be a
sport and eat your salad, I'll be one
too, and eat mine.
1t was Bob1s Vulnerable spot Ito be
a sport An involuntary protest
rose to Mrs. Whites lips, but remain
ed unspoken. Visions of a dyspeptic;
husband appeared beside the picture
of Bob reveling in future helpings OF
saIad-and Beb's welfare triun1phed.
One long breath Of resolution and the
struggle was on Solemnly Bob nod
aded to hts father as he lifted his first
mouthful of salad, and gameiy Dad
smiled back over his.
That was the true beginning of any
sporting transaction, and they we're
playing the game. Nervously Mrs.
White kept up desuitory converse
ton and watched her boys carry out
the program. =,
! At the end of the debaucf Mr.. White
grinned at Bob. well, old sport, was
it awful" Pr r. =
aUmm-umm."r replied Bob; slowly,
sit was good =
His mothers eyes opened.
Liked il, Bobby" in a breathless
tone. ~
Eyes, but" he added honestly, 81
think / liked the dressing" 81
Smiling, Mr.. White rose from the
table. ~ :.
DO you know, dear" he said to his
wife, az liked II, myself. and it has
not distressed me in the least
I'll tell you the: secret" said Mrs.
White. in a pleased voice, cleaning all
through with little triumphant inflec-
tions 'I used this new olive oil that
everyone is talking about Il is diff
ferent-it gives a 'fruity' flavor to-
the salad" ? .5s.-
1T certainly does.' responded her
husband. what oil is it?"
why Punpeian olive ,---eff
COURSE said Mrs White, happily.