The Pulaskian., 1922-01-12
By Booth 4 arRingtoE
 Copyright, 1921 by the Bell Syndicate, Inc.

think We were runnin' q lunatic asylum the way she takes on. She hollers and bellers and squalls and squawks. The least little teeny thing she don't like about the way we run our paper, she comes fappin' over there and goes to sereechin' around, you could hear her out at poorhouse farn!''
 Now, now, Herbert" his Aunt Fan ny interposed. Poor little Florence isn't saying anything impolite to you not right now, at any rate. Why don't you De little sweet to her just for once?"
 Her unfortunate expression revolted all the cousinly manliness in Herbert's bossom. Be little sweet to herg" he echoed, with poignant incredulity, and then in candor made plain how poorly Aunt Fanny inspired him. T just exaekly as soon be little sweet to an alligator" he asserted; such was his bitterness on this subject.
 "Oh, oh!'' said Aunt Carrie.
 q would !" Herbert insisted. "Or mosquito I'd rather, to either of lem, because, anyway, they don't make so much noise. Why, you just ought l to hear her." he went on, growing more and more severe. You ought to just come around our newspaper building any afternoon you please. af- ter school, when Henry and 1 are tryin' to do our work in, anyway, some peace. Why, she just squawks and squalls and squ-"
 Tt must be terrible" Uncle Joseph interrupted. What do you do all that for, Florence, every afternoon"
 "Just for exercise" she answered dreamily; and her placidity the more exasperated her journalist cousin.
 'She does it because she thinks she ought to be runnin' our own news paper, my and Henry's; that's why she does it! She thinks she knows more about how to run newspapers than anybody alive; but there's one thing she's goin' to find out; and that is, she don't have anything more to do with my and Henry's newspaper. We wouldn't have another single one of her ole poems in it, no matter how much she offered to pay us! Uncle Joseph, think you ought to tell her she's got no business around my and Henry's newspaper building"
 But, Herbert" Aunt Fanny sug- gested, you might let Florence have q little share in it of some sort. Then everything would be all right
 Tt would?" he demanded, his voice cracking naturally, at his age, but also under strain of the protest he wished it to express. "It woo-wud? Oh. my goodness, Aunt Fanny, guess you'd like to see our newspaper just utter ably ruined Why, we wouldn't let that girl have any more to do with it | than we would some horsew
 "Oh, oh" both Aunt Fanny and 1 Aunt Carrie exclaimed, shocked.
 "We wouldn't" Herbert insisted. "A horse would know any amount more how to run a newspaper than she does anyway, a horse wouldn't make so much noise around there. Soon as we got our printing press: we said right then that we made up our minds Florence Atwater wasn't ever goin' to have q single thing to do with our newspaper. If you let her have any thing to do with anything she wants to run the whole thing. But she might | just as well learn to stay away from our newspaper building because after we got her out yesterday we fixed a way so's she'll never get in there again !"
 Florence looked at him demurely. "Are you sure, Herbert?" she in- quired
 "Just you try it!' he advised, with heartiest sarcasm; and he laughed tauntingly. Just come around to- morrow and try it; that's all ask!"
 "I cert'nly intend to-" she responded, with dignity. q may have slight surprise for you"
 "Oh, Florence, say not sol Say not so, Florence! Say not sol"
 At this she looked full upon him, and already she had something in the nature of a surprise for him; for so powerful was the still balefulness of her glance he was ~lightly startled. q might say not so," she said-"if l was speaking of what pretty eyes you know you have. Herbert"
 It staggered him. "What-what-