Cayton's weekly. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1916-1921, 1920-07-24

COO. Is lHdl So! WudI year! asked Mis-.
Edwin, somewhat surprised. each, he bane
sixty days in yai''
The conversation around the long dinner
table ended, as do most conversations nova
days, with the subject of spiritualism. The
guests and the members of the family gave
their opinions as to whether or not the
dead could communicate with the living,
but it remained for 'Sweet Sixteen to
present the only original thought on the
subject cts hard enough now for me to
keep up my correspondence, she said
"When | die | want a rest"
Aunt Mary was very strict-too strict
for Erie and his little sister, who were fed
up with staying with her She certainly tried
her best to amuse them, and one morning
took them to the zoo. But it was a failure,
eric, keep away from that cage Molly,
your hats crooked! Those seats are dirty,
Eric-keep off them. If you bite the finger
Of your glove again, Molly, shall take you
straight home!'' It was like never-ending
gramophone record good behavior, and
Aunt Mary never seemed to tire. At last
the little party paused before a cage, and
Aunt Mary consulted her catalogue "This
children,' she announced ''is an ant
eater.' Eric looked cautiously round as he
whispered to Molly: "Con't we push her
in?"
Recently small farmer in Honduras
called at a city drug store and asked for
some poison with which to kill wild ami.
mails that were destroying his poultry On
being informed that no poison could be sold
without personal recommendation from
the mayor of the town, he went in search
Of that functionary and soon returned with
the following note: "Please give Mr.. W
little poison, as he is an honest man.
The note was signed by the mayor.
Mr.. A. is very enthusiastic lodge man.
spending about five nights out of every
seven at various lodge-rooms- of which
lodges he is member. His wife, who is
rather tolerant of the whole business, how
ever does occasionally get peeved enough to
say few sarcastic things And the other
night came her chance. For wonder her
husband was at home for an evening" curled
up in a rocking-chair before the CRATE fire
she had made and reading very busily For
a long time she sat silent watching him.
then she asked, ''John, what are you read
ing?' my ritual" he answered. "Well,
l must say,' she remarked with some spirit,
If you had studied your marriage vows as
much as you have studied that ritual you
would be a model husband"
nervous neighbor returned from his
first driving lesson boasting of his easy
mastery OF the new car. TO please him sew.
eral OF his family consented to ride with
him, and things went well until they reach.
ed good country road, when COM
ing up behind them honked it's horn.
The startled driver jerked his wheel to the
right, running down steep bank, then to
the left, heading into a fence, and to the
right again. luckily bringing it up in the
road. dad, what in thunder are you try
ing to do?' demanded his breathless son.
'Why son. replied the new driver calm.
ly, 81 was just practicing to turn out for
teams.'
A number Of English officers were sitting
in a German restaurant in Cologne having a
very good time for people who were away
from home. They were struck by rather
I1xyoI Io411 L. L..