The Raymer enterprise., 1921-06-09

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Honeybug is good story-teller, and he
was telling us a bully yarn. and for
n brief season we forgot the burdens
laid upon us, which are greater than
We can bear. II you could tell story
as well as Honeybug does, I'd fill these
ancestral halls With silvery larghtef,
but you n Ti' to say anything
amusing, esworthy.. You do
and tragic Rtes. - : N''''''
Last night. when came home. you
told dramatic story to the effect that
You had callers all afternoon, and
hadn't chance to cook anything for
me, and so had to eat canned salmon
and soda crackers, and wash them
down with water, and | Insist that
when n husband comes home from his
ar9uous labors In the changing mart.
so empty that hls watch chain makes n
clanking sound when IL flaps against
his spine. he should have warm vic
tnals, something he can consume with
pleasure and pride. The fact that you
had an Invasion Of callers Is cheap
excuse.
MY sainted mother never would
have permitted any callers to Interfere
with her management of the cook.
stove. She realized that her old man
kept the shebane going, and that he
should have the right Of way. II any
old hens happened to he In the house
when grub time approached. my moth.
or would request them. firmly but re.
speetfully, TO chase themselves. and II
they didn't like II they could lump 1t.
When MY father came home from his
work, the hay was always In the
manger for him, and he never had to
wait five minutes for meal.
"'rhe day before Yesterday. when I
came staggering home, faint and
weary from my herculean efforts TO
make both ends meet, you told me an.
other story. II was to the effect that
you had been downtown sizing up
shipment OF new spring hats, just re-
eeiyed at the millinery foundry, and
yon were so interested you forgot the
lapse Of time. and didn't get home In
time to cook anything. But you flashed
n winning smile at me. and said 1t
wouldn't take you ten minutes to warm
up can of beans, and there was some
cold coffee left from breakfast, and you
had plenty of smoked herrines on
hand.
DOUBTLESS should have burst forth
into boisterous laughter over this en-.
tertaining anecdote, but somehow ut
didn't appeal to my sense Of humor.
| was so busy that day hadn't time
to eat anything at noon. and all the
way home ] was hoping you would
have porterhouse steak about three
inches thick, and raft of boiled po-
tatoes, and perhaps slab of mince
pie as an epllogue.
'The day before that, when I came
home as hollow as bass drum. and
fairly gnashing my teeth with hun
ger, you related a humorous story to
the effect that your club didn't adjourn
on time that afternoon, and you didn't
get home until late. so | would have
to get along with picked.up supper.
II would be patient few minutes,
you said. TO make the story seem more
spicy. you would boil an egg for me,
and there was cold corn bread In the
cupboard.
"Such stories. Mrs. Jamesworthy,
may seem highly amusing to an inno-
cent bystander and / have no doubt
they would make great hit II written
up and printed in London Punch, but
there Is something wrong with my
sense of humor, or l am at the wrong
end of the stories. Anyhow, / can't
gurgle over them as do over Honey
bugs yarns
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