The Brinkley argus., 1916-11-03
HCAT.FEAR" VICTIM OLD SOUTHERN WIT
HERE IS INDIVIDUAL WITH REAL
 TALE OF WOE.
Many Who Have Suffered Under Like Circumstances Will Extend Sym pathy, Since "Honey Boys"
 Are Quite Numerous.

Can anyone tell me at what age ont Is likely to become subject to cat fear? I wasn't born with it, for have vivid recollections of being fool ishly fond of homely, spotted ole cat, bearing the musical name oi Molly Cottontail, asserts a writer in the Indianapolis News. Maybe cat. fear, like honors, comes to the indl. vidual in various ways. If this should prove to be true, tlfen I'm under the impression that it was thrust on me Strange to say, all cats do not affect me unfavorably. I can even see a scrawny black cat shoot across my path without feeling qualm, and I've been known to warm a saucer of milk to cheer some stray cat on it's back alley pilgrimage. If there's any hard CT lot than that of stray cats l don't want to hear about it, and I'm glad I've helped some of them bit
 It's the fine, family pet that brings on my attacks. Two people in the upper flat have an Angora, an inn mense black and clay-colored chunp that gets on my nerves. It seems that this upper fiat was rented primarily for Honey Boy. The two people oc- cupy any chair, couch or bed that his majesty is not using. If he kept strictly to his own rented apartment 1t wouldn't be so hard, but he takes privileges with the whole building and surrounding grounds. He is partial to the downstairs front porch, and sprawling his long-haired self out on one of the posts at the side of the front steps, he waits, fondly expecting every passer-by to exclaim over his catship. Aifd lot of them do it-more's the pity! He also has his favorite lounging places in the downstairs H. brary, one of them being the top of the book shelves, near much-priZed vase, but he has his uneasy moments when fix my eye on him and mutter through clenched teeth: "You old lowbrow!" He knows it has a diff ferent ring compared with the pet names he gets upstairs. The two peo- pie up there call him Honey Boy, and Boo'ful Sing, and Child!
 He presumes that the back yard be- longs exclusively to the upper fiat so he takes his morning airings down there, and one wakens to musical sounds like this: "Honey Boy! Honey Boy! Oh, 'oo boo'ful sing! Is you wollin' in de gwass? Des wollin' in de gwass, des a wollin' in de gwass!" Wouldn't that be enough to counteract the effect of even a good nights rest?
 At noon gentle voice calls down the back stairway: "Honey Boy, come wight upstairs and det some ice cold milk for 'oo lunch" He seems to have a hankering after iced drinks for once when I had placed pitcher of Ice water on the table for my own especial enjoyment during the after noon, Honey Boy sprang up lightly and Tapped his fill out of it. The members of my family told me after ward that they feared I was going to have apoplexy or hydrophobia, but it was really an attack of my cat-fear. Sometimes the gentle voice calls per suasively: Come upstairs this min ute, Honey Boy, to 'oo mother" Gee! before I'd call myself mother to a dis reputable bunch like that I'd make the rounds of all the orphan asylums in the city.
 But going back to my cat-fear-it's different from any I've ever heard of. I'm trying hard to keep it well under control but every day the fear grows stronger. that some time I'll mistake Boo'ful Sing for the splotchy mop he resembles, and with tense nerves and set teeth either mop up the front porch or the back yard with him. That would hurt his panpercd feelin's and worse still it would hrrt the feelin's of his mistress-and ihere'd be strained relations between the upper and low ar hatters. No, I'm not afraid of the upper faiters reading this outburst of suppressed cat-fear They don't find any time to read-they're too busy caring for Honey Boy.
 CheerfuIness and Efficiency.