The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-07-02
ICE MAK||IG BOX
ENDS COOLING
Problem
Boys Discovery at Neighbor's
Settles Fathers Troubles With
OId-Fashioned Type.
BY SUSAN ELLEN DODGE.

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lively. you'll have to chop some
ice for the table. and for those
chilled Fruits-of- Heaven am going
to serve,
II No answer. Robert Warren, be-
ing an enthusiastic baseball fan.
was deep in the sporting page and
miles away from the back porch Of
his suburban home. In fact, he
was mentally cheering Babe Ruth
lon = final home run when his
better half reused him from his
reverie by appearing, irately, at
the door.
my tetar Robert" she said.
witheringly, ''you might take your
nose out OF the paper long enough
to be useful as well az ornamental.
Unless very much mistake, this
supper Ii for your benefit. to
further your business interests, and
| the very least you can do is to
lend an occasional hand. =
When his wife called him Rob
ert" IN that flat tone words were
always futile. In fact, they were
usually provocative Of anger, so
Warren, who had been married ten
years and, musical comedies to the
contrary, had never really regretted
It, smiled disarmingly and bent to
his task.
Ice Box His Bane.
MY dear ILL.," he remarked, ut
seems to me spend the biggest
third Or my summer chopping ice
for our drinking water or for
salads or desserts Why cant the
blamed thing chop itself?" Warren
Twas big and fat, and, like most
Cat men, Unfortunately good natured.
/ 1t took q good deal to ruffle his
usually calm disposition. Not so
LII, his wife, who, though really
warm-hearted, was outwardly y veri-
table spitfire.
THAT ice box. 4 she remarked.
ca,lsticaIly. "is the bane 81 my
existence.
Warren went on chopping ana,
wisely, held his peace. Having
i filled glass bowl with fine
shavings. ne looked inquiringly at
LII for further instructions, and
i receiving none. ambled hack to his
4 precious paper. SO far this sea
i son the Kanls had made but q
poor showing. Now e his opinion
had been asked
i Robert came again from the
i kitchen.
what il. 1t now, Liz"
Y0u'u have to come and empty
the pan under the ice box. It's
Il leaking all over the placeW
/ ..Oh, al right!', For once, cIaeery
Robert was put out. Why couldn't
he be left to read the baseball
news IN peace? During mans
one day at shofne. AZ that, there
were always score Of petty tasks
to take his. time and attention.
/ ~ he started to rise from his
chair, q headline caught his eye.
i Unconseiously. he read down the
i column.
child of five, wandered aimlessly
into the Kitchen. Al severe thufi.
der shower had Just cleared the
air. Hair an hour earlier the vary
heavens had seemed to open and
the yard held inviting puddles Ter
/ fnischievous feet. But little Vera
/ had been forbidden to go out IN
/ the yard until Il was dry and she
felt aggrieved, for getting her feet
| wet" was her particular idea Of
/ rapture. Her mother, busy IN the
i mysteries OF cake making, paid no
attention to her as, spying the
i Overlooking pan beneath the Ice
box, she sided over and began
| thrusttng her feet, encased III
smart new shoes. into the ever
widening puddle. Not content with
i this. upon discovering her damp
shoes left lovely patterns upon
the linoleum, she walked In and
out OF the wet. trailing a brown
4 mess over the recently carefully
4 mopped kitchen floor.
i Just then, Robert heard a discon-
i ISOLATE wall, and flung aside his
paper to find both his wife and
daughter in tears.
i The Last Straw.
81 declare. Robert" the former
4 remarked, accusingly, tits the last
straw to have you neglect that ice
/ pan! Now you See what Vera
/ done! And I mopped this floor
i only half an hour ago! declare,
/ I'll pitch that ice box onto the
wood pile. 1t gives me more trou-
BILE than all the rest of the house
work put together"
i "Oh, ! am sorry, ILL.," consoled
Rob It's darn shame, after
you q Cleaned up SO nlCe1y. mere,
I'll swab up for you this time. !"
And he set to with q will.
The back door banged just then
I and their young hopeful Of nine.
Bobby Junior, stood looking Gu
riously on the scene. There was
a suspicious bulge in his cheek
and one fist was tightly clenched
as If hiding something precious.
Eating between nseals?" de-
manded his mother.
"No, mother; just cooling off with
ice cubes"
with what?"
"Ice cubes" Junior repeated.
1.-THE new folks down the block.
the Thompsons. who've just moved
in, use 'em on their table. Their
ice box makes 'em."
Junior" said his father stern.y,
talk distinctly and talk sense"
well, guess I know" Junior
affirmed, with superior sniff.
Didn't I see them put a pan Of
water In their Ice box-it was a
funny pan, too. all in squares
and in a couple hours they took the
pan out, and instead Of water,
there were the Ice cubes"
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