The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-06-12
ANDREW AND
 IMOGENE
By ROE FULKERsoN

Please, Andrew" said Imogene. humbly. T am sorry l quarreled.N It was all my fault and l want you to forgive me"
 Bet your life I will" said An drew, heartily. Here you are. I will let you kiss me just for that"
 She sat down on his knee and did kiss him several times.
 Do you know you are an awfully nice man?" she asked, pulling at the lobe of his ear.
 Co on, young woman." said An drew, your story interests me. Talk to me about myself, hate to hear it.'
 T don't care" she pouted. You are nice. You never hold any griev- ance against me no matter how nasty 1 get. l am always awfulIy ashamed, too. Don't you sometimes wish you had a more tempered wife?"
 No, lady. I am entirely satisfied with you he answered promptly.
 Well, then, don't you wish l had more even temper?'
 Can't say that 1 do," replied An drew, happily. "You know, I like AN1AAROpo oA eAAl hlidSl DAl Nnulu not like to live on a steady diet of them. You know that l am fond of caviar, but l would hate like the dickens to have to sit down to a nice course dinner if every course was caviar.
 T will string right along with that wise gazabo who said that variety was the spice of life.
 Every one knows that there was once fellow who bet he could eat quail day for 30 days. and then for the rest of his life if any one would whistle Bob White in his hearing he would run around and around in circles and try to bite him. self on the ankle
 Sunshine and shadows, storm and calm, cold and hot, sweet and sour, noise and silence and thousand other contrasts as great are all need ed to make up happy life.
 Tt takes the glare of the hot sum shine to make us appreciate the shade. It takes storms and it's wind tossed trees and laundering waves to make us see the beauty of the calm. Without the biting cold of winter the balmy summer would seem tame and tirsemoe. It takes the vinegar of life to make the moments of sweetness appreciated. It takes a few years of the clang and noise of shrieking whistles and changing gongs of the city to make the quiet seem ideal.
 It's the same thing, Puddin' Pie, with life in all it's phases. The man who never knew the hardship of earning a dollar has never felt the real thrill which comes from wasting one. The man who has never had to fight for preferment in politics, in fraternal life or in social life never knows the thrill of pleasure which comes to the man who punches his way up.
 The wife that never shed tears will get little credit for her smiles, and the wife who never cat scratches will get little credit for her purring
 You are the incest little kitten that ever happened right now. You give me a dvep sense of happiness and well being curled up here on my lap, but I am afraid. Puddin' Pie, if you had not sunk your claws in me few moments ago. if you spent all your time Snuggling as you are now I would be human enough to get cussed tired of you.
 Now. don't take this as an excuse 10 start something. Don tnlnk 1 shall expect you to throw a fit too regularly. But just now and then when I get my arms around you and feel you snuggle close up to me like this. give myself the luxury of be- ing perfectly honest with you"
 As I said before" remarked Im-- ogene, you are an awfully nice man and one of the most accomplished liars I ever saw. but l love you for it.''
 Copyright, 1922. by Fist Century
 Press, Inc.)