San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-04-29

Not exactly he says. 4 was such
good liver that / developed bad
one, and so l paid n specialist eighty
dollars TO send me here. At this writ
ing he says, the beasts OF the field
have Int little on me. We both
browse. but they've got cuds TO chew
on afterwards. It's sicls,ning,' he
says in tones of the uttermost con-
yiction. This here frayed foliage
which hold in my hand, he says. lis
refreshment. Later on therell be
more of the same, but the big doings
will be pulled off at dinner tonight.
he says with n bitter laugh. 'There'll
be mess of lovely boiled carrots he
says, and some kind of chopped fod
| der. and il we're all real good and
don't spill things on our bibs or make
spots on the table-cloth, why, for des-
sCrt we'll each have a nice dried prune.
| shudder to think, he says, what i
could do right this minute to large
double sirloin cooked with onions Des-
demona style, which is to say,
smOthercd.'
Mister I says, Il never thought
Id fall so low as 10 be q vegetcrrier.
but necessity l says, is the mother of
vinegar. Could, you please, sir, spare
us a couple of bites out of that there
ensilage Of your'n--one large bit for
me and one small bite for my young
friend there TO keep what little life
we have until the coming Of the CORN
ed beef and cabbage?
a, .I,s,t.... .,,rfouo.. L. s,,s sI;stn,
here TO me. If / don't eat enough to
keep me alive to get out Of here when
the time comes, | won't be alive TO
get out Of here when the time comes.
Anywhere else l could love you like
brother he says, and divide my
last bite with you. but not here he
says, not here. Do you get me" he
says.
Sir I says, Il get you. Take
care OF yourself and don't get founder
ed on the green truck | says. "A
bran mash now and then and n wisp
of cured timothy hay about once in SO
Which. by rights | says. Its real
long ought to keep off the grass collie
| says. Come on, little playmate I
says to Sweet Cans, let us meander
further into this here vale of plenty
of everything excent something to eat.
name oughter be Hungry Hollow
so we mcanders some more miles.
My voice gets weak, and objects
dance before my eyes.
After while they quits dancing
and l realizes that I'm bowling low be-
before probably the boniest lady that
ever lived. She is looking out of the
front window Of small cottage and
her expression verges on the disap-
proving. As nearly as i can figure
out if there is any two things in the
world which she disapproyes of more
than any other two things. those two
things is me and the Sweet Caps
Kid.
II removes my lid and starts to
speak. but she merely waves her arm
in a majestic manner, meaning, II l.
know anything about the sign Ian
guage. Exit in case of dog So we
exits and continues upon our way
through the bright sunshine.
The next female landowner We en-
counters lives away down in the
woods. She's plump and mother-look-
ing, with gold bows on her specs. She
is out in her front garden picking
pansies and potato bugs and other
flora and fauna common TO the soil.
She looks up us the gate-latch clicks.
and beholds me on the point Of enter
ing.
Madam l says, pardon this here
intrusion, but in US you behold two
weary travellers carrying no script and
no purse. Might / ask you what the
chances are OF US getting square
meal before we perish?
You might? she says.
Might what?' | says.
Might ask me-, she says, but l
warn you in advance that l amt very
good at conundrums. I'm lone wild
der woman. she says, and I've got
something to do, she says, besides
standing out here in the hot sun an.
swering riddles for perfect strangers,