The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1917-08-16


ate d bunch % words once you ga
.ham mtllng around back OF your
teeth. Ard ct NE ieli sou once more,
n you can understand plain Eagiish
speech. thar 81 isn't the natter OF the
'londiness, either. when it comes 10
that, its pretty hngdy % have my
pants pressed right In this plant, II I
tan get away with having II done. But
~ course IL you're curling up on an
ihat stnG. II you've made up your
mind 70 buck an5 kick. If you've de-
ciitd that 500 just won't render any
little services Of that sort fn me any
more, why. Of course that puts DIFF
fercnt complexion on things. and II"
Lets not talk about 1t any more,s
mildly suggested Mrs. Jobson. you
know very well that I've never left OF
doing yoar pressing for you. only
suggested ihe tailorshop down the
street. OF course. II you don't care 10
patronize the little tailor shop for
your pressing, ril-"
"Oh, that's It, 20 ahead and make a
martyr 81 yourself about it,. snapped
Sir. Jobson. -Pul that slow-music
stun Oh ne. Look abused. Look lm-
posed upon. Look bullied and bully
ragged aud cowed and all like that
Fine. Looking cowed Is the best little
thing to do. But you're not going 10
get away with thet cowed gag this
time, let me tell you that. I doa't con-
slider that I'm brutalizing you or sep
mafng y0h from tic higher and nobler
OF roblang you Of your frame, or any
thing like that when I gently request
that you see TO the occasional press
ing of my pants. There are thousands
of men in illis town who can buy me
and sell me and send me TO the Stag
heap when it comes to possessions who
don't maize the least bones about hay
ing their wives press their outer gar
mcnts for them, and III bet that In all
Washington, this morning, there isn't
q woman, either who puts up such an
ungodly howl, such an unearthly vail
of-a--lost soul squeak over doing a lit
tie pressing for her husband as you
do. As a matter Of fact, I'll bet"
Cant you wear some other pair Of /
fr pan,s today md leave those behind !
for me to press79 suggested Mrs. job
sen to create a diversion.
mo, I can't, and, what's more, I !
wouldn't if 1 could, growIed AIr. job I
son aIt's a heap you care, anyhow, /
whether my pants are pressed or not.
YoId as leave see me hiking around
this tdBn iJ0king IKE a Bgsgs downs f
unbrushed, unkempt, un-
pressed slob as not But look here.
Since you're bent on putting up that
map and looking sad and
sweet over this little business I'll make
a little proposition TO you: "I'll pay
gou to press my pants, see? You say
L costs 25 cents to have pants pressed
1t that little tailor's down the street
hat you're plugging so strongly for?
All right. III make it four bits-5O
,ents. Every pair Of pants that you
press for ME henceforth will set me
iack half dollar III be glad to dig
ip just to keep peace in the family
I'd rather pay S4 per press for pants
han to have you mooching around
lcre with that dismal, abused. out
aged expression Of countenance. 81
ust remembers FIFTY cents for every
,air Of pants that you put a crease In
Or me. Get that? -Four bits. Then
-ou won't be abused. Yol won't have
q gioou and kipwef arpunl as IL
somebody was engaged all the time In
Hrowlng luinps OF anthracite at you"
md then Mr.. Jobson bounced down the
tairs 81 the Break fast table and the
natter. for that iA0ningl swas closed.
Mr.. Jobson was In a fine, whistling,
.hlrpy mood when ~ got home that
verisg. lie even went so fnr as 70
huck Mrs, J6bson under the chin
ghen he entered the vcstibule and to
Ell her that her skin certainly did look
Inc. He changed into his knock
round-ihc-house clothes as soon as he
anne home. and Mrs Jobson picked up
he trousers that be took oil and start
d down to the basement with them.
"Whars coming of nowa" sang out
TT. Johson. cheerily. "Whatcha going
o do with those pants, my dearlg
'Press them while the iron is hot" (
eplied Mrs. Jobson. II
eoh, no you ain't," said Mr. Jobson, |
aklng the trousers from her. "Not on
our daguerreotype. 1 guess you've
armed a rest from an that sort OF
hing after all these years. I'm not
ding 70 have amy woman connected
.ith me pressing pants for re uhehiI
an get that JOB done for txo bits bg :
little polack tailor right down the
reet-not much Wouldn't think Of
uch n thins may be a curInudgeon Ec
nd all ike that bur I guess you've
one your last pressing stunt. my dear
ma, shy get your duds on and Wen q