Honolulu star-bulletin., 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 fuss about it.
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 brib-
cry has been Bobby's deeply rooted
aversion to anything that grows in the
ground.
One night not long ago the usual
condition prevailing, Mrs. White. had
attempted to disguise the cause of the
unpleasantness by serving a vegetable
salad. .:...... .. >....
Bobby" she inquired casually,
"why don't you eat your salad?"
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. . .. ..
Vegetables" admitted Bobby brief
ly. J., ...".&.:>. ...... ......
"But you haven't tasted it."
81 know" returned Bobby, ''but its
vegetables" - -...s.@...
Well" said Mrs. White; impatient
ly, Il simply cannot understand why
you are so cranky about your eating,
Bobby. Dad isn't and I'm sure I'm
not. 49,. .....:
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. Il was too complicated, this
training of the young idea. Suddenly,
Mr.. White faced his small son.
"Bob," said he, eff you will be a
sport and eat your salad, I'll be one
too, and eat mine" :... .
1t was Bob's vulnerable spot-to be
a sport" An involuntary protest
rose to Mrs. Whites lips, ut.remain-
ed unspoken. Visions of dyspeptic
husband appeared beside the picture
of Bob reyeling in future helpings of
Bob's welfare triumphed
One long breath of resolution. and the
struggle was on. Solemnly Bob nod
ded to his father as he fitted his first
of salad. and gamely Dad
smiled back over his. III.
That was the true beginning of any
sporting transaction, and they were
playing the game. Nervously Mrs.
White kept up a desultory conversa-
tiop and watched her boys carry out
the program.
At the end of the debauch Mr. White
grinned at Bob. well, old sport, was
it awful?"
"Umm-umm." replied Bob, slowly,
''it was good" -:
His mothers eyes opened.
Liked it, Bobby" in breathless
tone. ......
''Yes, but" he added honestly, 81
think l liked the dressing"
Smiling, Mr.. White rose from the
table. ~
do you know. dear" he said to his
wife, 81 liked it myself and it has
not distressed me in the least"
'1'll tell you the secret" said Mrs,
White, in a pleased voice, cleaning all
through with little triumphant inflee-
tions. 81 used this new olive oil that
everyone is talking about. 1t is diff
ferent-it gives a 'fruity' flavor to
the salad"
TT certainly does" responded her
husband. What oil is it?'
Why. Pompeian olive oil, of
course" said Mrs. White, happily.