Putnam patriot., 1919-09-12
ALLIGATOR STEAK
AND SORREL SOUP
Talkative Agent Tells How He
Makes EN- Ad. Lib.
Grove-Street Woman Is Going to
Keep Doors Locked Now

door on HOUSE On NFoNe street Shook
from top to bottom and the lady of the
house. hot, fioury of hands, and ever
so peeved. left her kettle of dough.
nuts and went to see what was want
ed.
Good morning. lady. have
here"
well. just haven't time to
look"
But l have here one of the great.
est devices"
Il can't STOP" said the lady, Pm
frying doughnuts."
/ But lady have here something
you need"
mot thingp' said the lady, turn
ing hastily 10 the stove and the smok-
ing kettle. When she looked around.
gasping from the smoke and heat, she
,, gazed upon the despised agent calm
, - seated in enc of her kitchen chairs.
He was watching her with a sparkle
in his eye and an amused look upon
his face.
Cooking, aren't youS That's one
of my tricks. None of these folde-
rolls of hot stoves, kettles and pots
and pans either. I've had my day,
been up and down the coast, into the
far west and Lord knows where, an
can cook with any woman any
time"
The household device forgotten, he
eased down in his chair and the lady,
clamping her jaws together, started
on the pies feeling that Fate had sent
her a common ordinary setter" and
she too busy to argue him out of her
| kitchen.
"Now the other day. started in the
agent, 81 was down in Stonington,
right here in your own state-little
town---nice place-an' wanted some
celery soup. l wanted some so bad |
could smell it cookin', but there want
mite of celery in sight. | was walk
! ing from town to town sellin' my
household wonder that | was goin' to
| tell about, an | had Just sat down
with the. idea that my belt was gettin'
little Stacker every minute, when
noticed a patch of common back
yard sorrel. Lady, | picked off some
of that sorrel and with some water
and salt and a few filings l had as
tasty a soup as ever licked your pal
ate"
The lady glared. Sorrel soup in
deedl
The agent eased down a littl
more. Fish," said he. "Now yo,
think when you have fish you mus
lock the door, put the key under tn
mat,
Look here, Mr.. What-ever-your
name-is, it's about time you move
on to the next house"
SIN Just a minute, lady / was &c
in to say you think you must bu
your fish out of market. You need
MT look like that; Pm goin' in a mir
ute I was down in York State and
was comm by pretty little pond an
the fish a-jumpin' in the water mad
me hungry. / had in my pocket
/ pair of home knit socks that / ha
just unpinned from a clothes line i
the town before the last-becaus,
lady, figured / wicked as far as an
soldier ever did-xn' just sat dowl
unravelled mess of that yarn, stuc
in some bent pms every here an
there, lowered the whole into the W;
ter an IN no time had as nice a me:
of fish as y'eve, set eyes on"
, Here half smile broke over tn
womanss face LET him lie," ST.
thought. 81 wonder what next"
Don't you think you'd better IL
D the next houst?" she said out loud.
Just lemnn tell you bout til
mashed potarer an brown grav,
lady. / see you are gettin' som
ready there He lifted one kne
comfortably over the other. 9Th
, was down in Arizona that / hear
about the porater root. 1t grows rigf
deep in the ground and you dig
out, wash and boil it and, Lord tel
you'd never know it from any Iris
Il Cobbler. ! sand to myself, Who eve
5lheard of mashed potater withou
j gravyT / went lookin' around an
hrst | slid, then l caught my foot
rhen | slid some more, and / said in