The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1922-07-06

Nothing else! I could take any
one of the boys at home you're so
Down on, Teddy Solomon Or"
"Loafer! With his inventions what
2in't worth the money he spends copy
Fighting them"
"Or Arch Meyer"
loser, he can't take up our front
porch room any more with his yellow
hair So slick and his white pants and
bis airship what never flies"
Just the same, let one of those
boys add ten or fifteen thousand to his
bank account and see how quick he'll
become a good catch"
Lucky, one of that crowd would be,
with ten thousand cents. If Max
SAM, though, is worth one cent, Del
"a, Mrs. Washauer says he is worth
-
"MOmmy, please!
Della, is it crime when 1t makes
ne happy for our little girl to move
10 a big city like Chicago and only
four hours from home, where she can
have her automobile and"
I'D rather have an airplane, NOM
my. Say if he'd buy me blplane and
build me a hangar on the lake front,
and"
1.-TWO hangouts you could have on
the lake front, baby"
Eyes, 1 could not Last night about
s3even o'clock he looked scared
enough to faint when l asked him if
-"
"Ach baby, when you came tiptoe-
ing up in the rooms so late last night
from sitting so long with him on the
porch, baby, II thought maybe you
bad news, Della. Not once did close
my eyes waiting"
"Oh, mommy, even if yov are my
own mother, yOu-youre the limit,
learie"
81 did think it, baby, II couldn't
help it; ask papa if l didn't"
"Sh-h-h, mama, here comes Mrs.
Blumenthal! Sh-h-h!"
"Good morning, Mrs. Blumenthal,
how you feel this morning."
Not so we'll, Mrs. Kessler just this
minute 1 come from my doctor Twice
he took my blood pressure"
"Mommy dear, I'll see you at break
fast in an hour. I'm going down by
the spring, dear, TOTO papa"
When Mr.. Max CAM, glancing over
Mr.. KesSler's shoulder into the snowy
aisle Of poplar trees which led from
The hotel toward the spring, and in
its dappled shadows and coming
toward them, beheld Miss Della Kess-
9er in all her fluent motion, a smile
1uil of short square teeth spread in
great width across his face.
"Mr. kessler, here comes your
Slaughter"
Mr. Kessler drained the last drop
81 his last glass, dry distaste pucker-
ing his features, so that his nose
seemed to dip down into the stubble
Of his messy beard but smiled even
through a shudder.
swell, my little Lela-sha, you'm up
for all day?'
Every single minute of it, pa.
MORNING MI. CAM !.
Good morning, Miss Della. Just as
fresh as a flower you look"
"But, say, can't you two find a bet
ter place to moon around than this
smelly old spring? Ugh, that water
smells like boiled junk !"
Come, Della, let papa give you a
glass and see how good it Is for you"
THAT stuff I'd rather suck cold
storage egg through mouthful of
rusty nails"
It'll make those bright eyes even
Brighter, Miss KessIer."
Thanks, Mr.. CAM, but If 1 had
any more health, 1 wouldn't know
What to do with it,"
'She should pass some of that ex-
ira health on to you and me, Ell,
GanzY'
Il can tell you, Kessler, that when
I look at Miss Della's rosy cheeks and
the way she dances around, like she
vas playing tag all day with the sun
shine and the wind, it does me more
good than nine glasses a day. Where
do you get your bright eyes so early
in the morning, Miss Della? tell
you, Kesser, those are the things
money can't buy"
"Fee, fie, foe, fun! They're so
can see. SO can see, Mr.. CAM"
Mr.. Kessler wagged an argumenta-
tive finger in proximity to Mr.. CAMS
nose, eyes and mouth.
Like l was telling you, CAM, with
your dull eyes and bad color, l would
at be surprised if you got a little
jaundlce. For years, CAM, l doctored
for yellow color and"
"Pa, please. Please Quit swapping
symptoms and let's trot to the links
and Join the crowd down there for a
sun bath before breakfast"
you, Della, go with CAM 50 far
you like. l go up now by mama on
the porch. Before breakfast 1 got yet
to breathe in one hundred deep
breaths like the doctor says for my
circulation. That pain in your left
SIDE, CAM. amt your heart. It's moth