The Prescott daily news., 1918-02-08
White Badge

Ever since Mir. Snoggles moved :. from the country he has reio,coa the privilege of wearing that badvo :. gentility, white collar. It wac that he failed to realize that tbo n,. ey is no longer In the white collar ioa but in the greasy overalls ioh m thing that mattered was that this ro,.' of responsibility won him the fret Nj. of admiration that his wife ever h.s expressed for him. She felt tbot :. last, he was getting on in the World
 Loyalty she pressed and cleaned b,, one suit each Sunday morning Th. collars, however, had to be dono rn at laundry, for nowhere else cou,s that starchy sheen be imparted. Tbon the laundries raised their prices and Mr. Snoggles took a drastic step.
 When he came home that night bo proceeded directly to the bedroom with bundle.
 'I'll be ready for dinner as soon as I dress" he called to his wife in tho kitchen.
 Now, in all the novels that Mrs Snoggles had read the men who dressed for dinner were millionairaS Their valet laid out evening clothes or something of the sort. Pleasant dreams of q raise in salary that must have he. fallen the head of the house played through her mind.
 Just as she was hoping that if the company gave him private secretary she would not have blonde hair, Mr. Snoggles reappeared-in overallsl
 They were not exactly the old-fash. toned kind, for they were khaki shirt and trousers in one piece.
 Il call them Hoovcralls," Mir. Snog. gles explained. You see, my dear, they'll be just the things for tinkering with the furnace and rolling on the floor with the children. I was just wearing my good clothes out and run. ming up big laundry bill staying dressed up at home here every night"
 If Mrs. Snoggles dropped a tear over the futility of her hopes there was no lime for it to be observed. In a flash hah fl1ntr dad dy, happy at being able to romp with out the slightest respect for tie or col lar or fear of wrinkling up his suit
 The next morning was Sunday and Mir. Snoggles, as was his custom on the day of rest, remained in bed while his wife went down and opened up the furnace and prepared breakfast. Al last he decided to arise. His Hoover alls were nowhere to be found.
 "Abbie oh. Abbie!" he called. Mrs Snoggles appeared in the doorway, at tired in the Hooveralls.
 Just before dinner she consented to change into her skirts, but with the greatest reluctance and only after he had promised to buy her pair out Of his next weeks wages.
 There was knocking at the doCi that afternoon and MT. Snoggles, sure that there was no one in the city who would call on him in the limousine that stood at the curb. had no hesitancy ID responding.
 "How do you do, Vernon" the visit or said. "Im Mrs. Snoggles' aunt Frances" She halloed to the rest oi the family and they swarmed out ol the car.
 In flash the man in oyeralls re membered that his wife possessed some wealthy relatives whom sne wished to avoid until she was more settled. They came in, explaining tna' n letter from the country had given them tho address. The call was shof' and rather stiff When Mrs. Snoggls told them the name of the great cor poration for which Vernon work~ they appeared surprised and asked Ill what department.
 "Fll bet they thought you drove truck" Mrs. Snoggles sighed as tnV left.