Catoctin clarion., 1918-02-07
White Badge

Ever since Mr.. Snogglcs moved in
from the country he has rejoiced in
the privilege Of wearing that badge of
gcntiity, Il white collar. 1t was not
that he failed to realize that the mon
ey Is no longer in the white collar job,
but in the greasy overalls job. The
thing that mattered was that this yoke
Of responsibility won him the first bit
Of admiration that his wife ever had
expressed for him. She felt that at
last he was getting on in the world.
Loyalty she pressed and cleaned his
one suit each Sunday morning. The
collars, however, lad to be done up
ut laundry, for nowhere else could
that starchy sheen be impaired. Then
the laundries raised their prices and
Mr. Snoggles took drastic step.
When he came home that night he
proceeded directly to the bedroom
with bundle.
"I'll be ready for dinner as soon as
l Dress" he called to his wife in the
kitchen.
Now, in all the novels that Mrs.
Snoggles had read the men who
dressed for dinner were milionaires.
Their valet laid out evening clothes or
something of the sort Pleasant dreams
of raise in salary that must have be-
fallen the head of the house played
through her mind.
Just us she was hoping that if the
company gave him private secretary
she would not have blonde hair, Mr..
Snoggles reappeared-in overalls
They were not exactly the oldfash-
ioned kind, for they were khaki shirt
and trousers in one piece.
II call them Hooveralls," Mr.. Snog-
giles explained. "You see, my dear,
they'll be just the things for tinkering
with the furnace and rolling on the
floor with the children. l 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 tear over
the futility of her hopes there was no
time for it to be observed. In IL flash
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 and
Mr.. Snoggles, as was his custom on the
day of rest, remained ip bed while his
wife went down and opened up the
furnace and prepared breakfast. At
last he decided to arise. His Hoover
alls were nowhere to be found.
"Abbie! oh, Abbie!" he called. Mrs.
Snogges 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 door
that afternoon and Mr.. 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 in
responding.
"How do you do, Vernon" the visit
or said. I'm Mrs. Snoggles' aunt,
Frances" She halloed to the rest of
the family and they swarmed out of
the Car.
In flash the man in overalls re-
membered that his wife possessed
some wealthy relatives whom she
wished to avoid until she was more
settled. They came in, explaining that
a letter from the country had given
them the address. The call was short
and rather stiff. When Mrs. Snoggles
told them the name of the great cor
p0rution for which Vernon worked
they appeared surprised and asked in
what department.
"I'll bet they thought you drove
truck" Mrs. Snoggles sighed as they
left