The broad ax. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1895-19??, 1918-01-12
White Badge

Ever since Mr.. snoggies moved IN
rom the country he has rejoIced IN
tne privilege Of wearing that badge Of
gendlity, white collar. 1t was not
that he failed 10 realize that the mon
ey Is no longer In the white collar lob,
but In the greasy overaIls Job. The
thing that mattered was that this yoke
OF respectability won him the first bit
OF admiration that his wife ever had
expressed for him. She felt that at
iast ne was getting on In the world.
Loyalty she pressed and cleaned his
one suit each Sunday morning. The
collars, however, had to be done IN
at a laundry, for nowhere else could
mat starchy sheen be impaired. Then
the laundries raised their prices and
Mr.. sncggles took drastic step.
When he came home that night hs
proceeded directly to the bedroom
with a bundle.
I'll be ready for dinner as soon az
I dress" he called to his wife In tia
kitchen.
Now, In all the novels that Mn.
Snoggies had read the men who
dressed for dinner were miilIonaires.
Their valet laid out evening clothes or
something Of the sort. Pleasant dreams
OF a raise In salary that must have be-
fallen the head of the house played
through her mind.
Just as she was hoping that II 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 Hooyeralls," Mr.. Snoe.
giles explained. you see, my dear,
they'll be Just the things for tinkerinE
with the furnace and rolling on the
moor with the children. was lust
wearing my good clothes out and run
ming up q big laundry bill staying
dressed up at home here every night"
II Mrs. Snogsles dropped q tear over
the futility Of her hopes there was no
time for it to be observed. In q nash
Sue and the baby were upon their 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 ana |
Mr.. Snoggles, as was his custom on ths
day Of rest, remained in bed while his
wife went down and opened I'D the |
furnace and prepared breakfast. AZ
last he decided to arise. His Hoover-
ais were nowhere to be found.
"Abbte oh, AbbieI" he called. krH
snosEles appeared In the doorway, al
tired In the Hooveralls.
Just before dinner she consented 10
change into her skirts, but with The
greatest reluctance and only after h
1ad promised to buy her pair out q
MS next weeks wages.
There was a knocking at the door
hat afternoon and Mr.. SnoREies, sure
hat there was no one In the city who
would call on him in the limousine that
TODD at the curb. had no hesitaney ID
-How do you do. Vernon" the visit
z said. I'm Mrs. Snoggles' aunt
frances" She halloed to the rest q
he family and they swarmed out q
he car. In
In q fash the man In overaIls r.
1embered that his wife possessed
ONE wealthy relatives whom she q,
Tished to avoid until she was more
ettled. They came In, explaining dat /
letter from the country had eivsa 4
hem the address. The call was short s
nd rather stii. When Mrs. Snogsiss '
Did them the name Of the great cor
grafton for which Vernon worked
hey appeared surprised and asked IN ]
hat department.
TN bet they thought you drove q
,uck," Mrs. snoggles sighed - thsg
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