Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-01-13
QUIPS AND OUIDDITIES

W. c. Ladlow, of the Kansas Farmers I'm
ION, said during the agricultural conference
in Washington:
when people try to tell me that the middle
man helps the farmer, 1 tell them in return
the story of the fat actor. A fat actor had
to jump from a twelve-foot cliff to a piece of
ground that was hidden behind the scenes so
he gave a brawny super quarter to be there
to catch him as he landed. Well, the time
came for the fat actor to leap, and, looking
and seeing that the SUPER was on the spot,
he sprang carelessly into the void, as if twelve
feet were no more to him than twelve inches.
Down he sailed swiftly through the air, and
crash he struck the hard floor with terrible
impact. For the super, stepping back, had
failed him.
"Why didn't you catch me? he moaned,
when he could speak at last.
"I wanted to- said the super, but you
didn't bounce"
At last the young actor had received a
speaking part. 1t consisted Of four words,
"Hark. pistol shot"
However, at the last moment stage fright
got the upper hand, and rushing on the STAGE
he yelled:
"HarlI; shistol pot! Nunno, a postol shoot"
Then, desperately, he shouted:
"Confound it ALL did you hear that bang?"
1t was generally conceded that the presence
of Napoleon on a battlefield was worth 10000
men, Tradition has handed this down to us,
and history has accepted it.
Nevertheless" old Marshal Cheeseitz used
to say, put him on the field with one aid,
or not to be captious about it, let him have
two. Then give me 10000 men. I'll undertake
to hold my own against him"
Hilton, don't your" he asked finally. And
then without waiting for me to answer he
went on quickly. 'TO be near you, that's
the reason. l bought this car so as to be
able to take you out with me. It's enough
for me to be able to give you pleasure, to
be near you in any way. Does 1t mean
anything to you, Joan? Tell me, dear?"
Did it mean anything to me? Why, 1t
had meant everything to me during the
last few weeks, and ! could not deny it.
And yet I was suddenly filled with panic.
At heart 1 was a loyal wife Alice Wilson
had scornfully told me so once long ago,
and it was true. I loved Norman!
And then suddenly l remembered the
way Norman had scoffed at the idea OF
being jealous of Herbert, and again that
queer recklessness. stirred in me [ had
been on. the point Of drawing my hand
away, but instead I let it remain where it
was as l answered softly:
your friendship means more to me
than l can ever tell you, Herbert"
My heart leaped as his fingers crushed
mine with pressure that hurt, but he
said nothing more and he made no attempt
to touch me. After a moment he released
my hand and started the car, but as we
flew along the road toward home my
heart was filled with conflicting emotions.
Had my answer, to Herbert implied that I
cared for him more than I did? And after
all, how much did 1 care for him? 1 tried
to answer that question to my own salts
faction, but there suddenly flashed into
my mind picture Of Norman and Edith
waiting in the cool darkness of the porch,
and I found it impossible to think clearly.
Next-"The Lighted Flame" and "Edith's
Warming"
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