Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1919-01-24
DOING THEIR BIT
By LILLIAN 9. coLDRlck.
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Copyright. 1915. BY Mcclure Newspaper
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"Who dares call cur Phil a slacker?a

"Who dares call cur Phil a Stacker? %
The black eyes Of little Mrs. Norton
snapped angrily. as she turned to her
daughter, who was reading extracts
from letter just received.
"0h, all the home folks" noncha-
lantly replied Edith, the spoiled daugh-
ter of the family.
Edith Norton. not at all remarkable
for her beauty, had always been jeal-
GUS of her brothers pretty wife. The
present family arrangements did not
please her particularly. She would
have preferred remaining In town rath-
er than spending the autumn months
In the mountains.
Anyway, mother" continued Edith,
''if we had remained in civilization
Instead Of coming to this wilder
ness
Wilderness! !" interrupted Mrs. Nor
ton. where could you find a more
charming place than our beautiful
Pine Villa2 Why, / was glad when
Dorothy's physician ordered her and
the baby here for the next few
months"
Next few months?" repeated Edith
GROSSLY. ooh, horrors thought few
weeks We're bad enough. OF all the
girls in the world. why did Phil choose
such delicate one for his wife !"
Because a man usually chooses the
girl he loves, delicate or otherwise!"
declared Phil, entering the pretty
breakfast room from the yeranda,
spray of wonderful autumn foliage in
his hand.
'If it were not for mother I'd be
Stacker and stay home rather than
leave my wife to your tender mercies.
At the same time, allow me to inform
you that every man who remains at
home is not necessarily a Stacker
However, don't be afraid, Eda. You
shall not have cause to be ashamed
of your only brother. 1 will soon be
doing my bit for Uncle Sam !"
Doing your bit! Doing your bit y
Was there ever such a nonsensical ex-
preston If / were to present you
with a dictionary of the English lam
guage, do you suppose you might Sc
lect words equivalent to that ridicu-
lous phraseY"
Mr.. Norton, ST., was not only suf-
fering from a severe attack Of
govt. he had inadvertently and most
unfortunately, for the rest of the fam
lily, forgotten his favorite brand Of
cigars; hence, his Outburst.
The sudden, unceremonious opening
of fal
inoffensiye chair, not only disturbed ia
theirs already ruffled temper, but what
was of infinitely more Importance just
then, 1t more than slightly augmented
his govt.
Turning to glare at the intruder, he
encountered the saucy stare of a young
under-maid, whose bristllng red hair
was dressed in an ear-draped effect.
The supposedly invisible hair pins pro-
truded an inch or two in every con-
ceivable direction.
AS Agnes placed dish of steaming
mullins upon the table, she patted her
hair-covered ears most lovingly, and
gently pressed back the offending hair
pins.
Look here, young woman :" Mr.. Nor
ton fairly spluttered with mingled pain
and rage. Are you in the habit of
placing food upon the table before the
family is seated? And do we usually
begin breakfast with mullins? One
thing more" he fumed, as the girl,
with one hand still at her hair, reached
for the mullins with the disengaged
hand. "If you serve food in this fami-
ly, learn to dress your hair in the prop
err place. A breakfast room Is not a
tonsorial parlor."
When the indignant maid had left
the room. Mrs. Norton turned to her
irate husband.
81 do wish, father, you would not
interfere with my affairs. 1t is most
difficult to get help in the mountains
and you must be prepared to overlook
little deficiencies"
little deficiencies, indeed I" scoffed
father. as it little deficiency to chew
red hair with my food?"
"Have you ever done so YETI"
emo, but l may, if she serves maca-
roni with tomatoes"
Evidently. the entire Norton family
had gotten out of the wrong side OF
| their respective beds that morning.
1t was a decided relief, when, from
an opposite doorway, slight, girlish
figure appeared with pale but smiling
face as she wished them all "good
morning.
The smile changed to a merry laugh
as Phil, slipping one arm around her
covered her from head to hips with the
beautiful spray of autumn leaves.
ooh. thank you. Phil, dear; what
marvellous coloring. Look. daddy
turning with her prize to the old gen
| tleman.
4 Don't talk to me. Dorrie. I'm {
cross old man, guess" The tin!
wrinkles at the corner of father
ewes showed that his face would soor
regain its usual benign expression.