Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1922-05-18
say her papa is sucn a rich man, Mrs.
Washauer, but-but''

say her papa is SuCn rich man, Mrs.
Washauer, but-but"
Don't / know how Marcus Kess-
lers daughter don't got to work for
her living unless she wants it?"
"And how we had to beg until she
would give up that position to come
here with us. Only her fathers sick
ness done It. Gott sci Dank, Mrs.
Washauer, while I don't say her pa
pas a rich man, he can afford his
daughter don't have To- a
Il should say so So, / amt got
no sons myself, but right away I
heard the name Kessler, ask my hus-
band if / don't right away say, Boys
Pants"
"All by herself one day, Mrs. Wash
auer, that child went down and with
out one word gets herself a position
with the Peoria Aero club, concern
what makes flying machines and flies
for prizes"
Scott in Himmel!"
That's what we needed yet, said,
on top of her papa's sickness. Flying
machines in the familyl Twice she
went flying in one, Mrs. Washauer, till
her papa put his foot down."
Say, that's trouble for you We
had case, too, In Chicago. A grand
COY boy well-off family on the South
side, didn't he go up in one and
break his neck coming down in one!"
'Don't l know At home we got
such boy, too, right in our block.
Archie Meyer, Mrs. Washauer, what
everybody says has got brains to
make good in any legitimate business
what he wants to-. What does he do?
For five years, Mrs. Washauer, with
young lady sister to support since
his father died, has the boy fooled
around building flying machine in his
back shed. A boy like that who, with
five or ten thousand dollar start,
could make himself one Of the catches
in Peoria"
"Flying machines yet! Like auto
mobiles amt dangerous enough. Just
for fun, Mrs. Kessler, ask my husband
how he begs we should get an automo-
bile, and how en- too afraid"
"My Della is"
.sThere she comes now. Say, don't
| she look sweet in that pink shirt
| waist How cute for her to dress that
way all the time in stiff collars like a
little boy. Don't she look sweet ~
Around the elbow Of the veranda,
ardently, the slim feet of her too light
to linger long where they touched,
danced Miss Della Kesler into her
parents vision, bending daintily as a
bird to drink for the matinal kiss.
Morning, mommy dear! Morning,
Mrs. Washauer! Where's papa?"
"Down by the spring already for his
second glass"
"Then he feels better?"
Gross like bear, that's how good
he feels. Such grand night he had.
Della. Fix your hair smoother, baby,
so curly it looks"
Let her Alone she looks fine that
| way, Mrs. Kessler. Fine enough to
| grab all the beaus, don't you, Miss
| Della? Ach, there goes my husband
| after his last glass. / see you later
down by the spring, Mrs. Kessler.
Here, wait for me, Laz-Lazp' And
she waddled off, the rocker released
Of her weight swaying violently.
Miss Kessler perched herself on the
arm of a chair and sighed audlbly, as
If the siphon of her patience had been
exhausted.
"Mommy dear, haven't l just begged
you not to sit around with that old
gossip pot?'
II guess, Della, you want / should
sit around with Mrs. Van Ritz and
her crowd from New York, with their
crimped yellow heads and their noses
so high they must be smelling heaven.
"The swell COY crowd, she thinks I
can mix with yet Mrs. Washauer is
plain woman like me, Della. We
talk the same language. Them COY
swells-"
"Sh-h-h, mommy. you don't need to
tell the whole hotel p
Mrs. Washauer amt good enough
yet Just let me tell you. Della Kess-
Ter, Laz Washauer can buy and sell
your papa twice over. The pork bust
ness maybe amt so high sounding,
but"
us that papa down there by the
spring now, mommy?"
Eyes, talking with Max CAM.
just wish, Della, you could have heard
what Mrs. Washauer had to say about
Max CAM. The catch of Chicago. she
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