Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1922-07-07
a Breakfast
Food r on,al,ce
By CLARA DEI.AFlELD

You'll have to come to it-why not
begin today?
The phrase smote Smithson in the
eye as he emerged from the door OF
the house in which he occupied hall
bedroom. Smithson swore viciously.
III see that darned thing again I'll
sure 60 crazy" he said to the old lady
hurrying by. The old lady hurried
faster, for Smithson's looks were wild.
Every day, for past weeks. the plac-
ard about the Kibo Breakfast Food
had glared at him from the boarding
opposite as he emerged from the
rooming house. - =.
Kibo's Breakfast Food was at that
time being advertised. everywhere.
There were pictures Of EKibo babies,
reared on breakfast food, chubby in
fants, urchins1 who grinned2 at you.
even young girls Of '1apper age, who
had apparently spurned everything
but Kibo's since their birth, and cried
for it three times q day with distress
ing punctuality.
Smithson hated them oil, principally
because he was out Of Job and in
clined to be vicious in consequence.
Smithson was savage, untamed
bachelor of twenty-nine. Woman had
never stirred a responsive chord in his
breast. He knew two kinds-peaches
and lemons. The peaches one liked to
look at; the lemons made you tired.
Lemons gave you the glad eye;
peaches didn't. 1t was an elementary
distinction, and not so bad for drum
mer, who was by no means a bad
drummer either.
He had lost his last job owing to
the depression in business, and he was
spending his days busily looking for
another. That morning he had seen
an advertisement requiring travelling
representatives for an indispensable
article, warranted to sell at sight, and
interesting to every householder.
Smithson went down on the elevated
and interviewed the advertiser, bald,
plump man with fabby hands.
you're just the chap we want"
said the advertiser, Its Kibo's
Breakfast Food. Warranted to sell at
sight. Our sample packages"
Smithson put up his hand. Forget
It'll" he said. "I'm not taking none"
The fat man smiled. MY dear boy,
you'll have to come to it," he said
blandly. Nov, why not begin today?"
Smithson smote the fat man heavily
upon the jaw and tumbled him into
the waste-basket, where he lay yelp-
ing feebly. Then he went out.
I'm going," said Smithson, "some-
where where nobody's heard of Kibo's
Breakfast Food !,
AS a matter of fact, there would be
nothing doing till September, and he
still had mans size wad left. He
was prudent young fellow, and had
put by quite a little during his last
period of employment. He decided
upon an island off the coast of Maine,
where only fishermen and an occa-
sional summer visitor resided.
=. Next morning he stepped: out Of the
steamship gay as lark. There were
no advertisements Oh the island. go
There was one other boarder at the
f1sherman's cottage where he had elect
ed to reside. She-yes, it was She
she was a peach. There was no doubt
about it. But the wonderful thing
was that she gave you the glad eye as
we'll. And somehow that eye seemed
familiar.
Perhaps she didn't know she was a
peach, though. Anice Mayfeld was
one Of the simplest girls imaginable.
She had blue, roguish eyes, masses Of
fair; soft, very fluffy hair and a figure
like-a peach. That is, metaphorical-
~ speaking. .Anice was slim.
And for the first time In his life
Smithson felt the pangs Of love. Wom-
en- were no longer. divided for him
into peaches and lemons. They were
divided into Anice and persimmons.
On the last morning Of his stay he
plucked up courage to ask her.
"I'll fix up fine Job, Anice, as soon
as get back to town." he said. Gee,
you certainly know how to put the
heart into fellow. And then-a nice
little apartment and installment fur
niture and plain little gold ring on
here!" He kissed her finger. "How
about it, darling?"
Sounds good to me-" said Anice
cheerily. "But, darling, I admit l have
been wondering why you spent so
long here instead of looking for work.
OF course, know it's because of me,
but-was it very practical, darling?"
"Say, Anice, if you knew how tired
I've got of looking!" burst out Smith
son. "And the last job-well, I'll have
to tell you"
And he told her all about the perse-
cution Of Kibo's, and the last Job that
had been offered him. But when he
had ended he was distressed to see
tears in Anice's eyes.
what is it, darling?" he asked, as
he Rugged her close.
"Oh, John, can never marry you
now. I was-1 was the real original
Kibos Food baby, and it's-it's my
picture on the boardings, and"
Well, of course they made it up. But
deep down in Smithson's heart an
ironical imp was singing:
You'll have to come to it-why not
begin today?
Speaking of UncIes.