San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-08-26

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The heavy midday dinner had left
them all loggy, sleepy and querulous.
Helen thought longingly of the lux
ury of a nap in her own cool, d,rkened
room. Instead she must sit out on this
sun-baked porch, listening to her sis
ter-in-lay's complaints of the Hodges,
the neighbors across the road.
''She let's those children run wild
I've forbidden Bobby to 60 there
but they're always here. Just yester.
day they broke two limbs off that plum
tree"
I'VE wuz maxim swing" Bobby
was still hopping about on the Pogo
stick his Uncle Warren had brought
him.
I've told you never to climb in
those trees. They're not big enough
to hold you. Take your stick out in
the yard, Petite, it's too noisy on the
porch"
But Bobby, as usual ignoring his
mothers admonition, continued to
bounce about until Helen was nervous
enough to scream.
Wouldn't it be cooler inside?" she
ventured, tanning with the Sunday
supplement.
You get more air out here. Don't
you feel that breeze? You ought to
be glad you're not in the city today.
must be sizzling"
Helen wanted to say it could be no
hotter than this and there would be no
sitting dust, no flies, no mosquitoes.
Bobby, take that thing out in the
yardw Warren. coat off and feet COM
fortably elevated, was on the other end
of the porch with Lawrence. would
not have brought it if I'd known you'd
make such an internal racket"
Unaccustomed to obeying any one,
Bobby continued his noisy jouncing.
Bobby, don't you want to run up
stairs and get my powder puff l
must've left it on your mothers dres-
SER"
More than she wanted her powder
duff, Helen wanted to get Bobby away
from his Pogo stick and Warren's men
Come back and shut that screen
door! You'll let the flies in called
his mother as he darted through, leav-
ing the door ajar.
HE always leaves it open. Why
don't you have it on spring.! sug-
gested Helen, thinking of Carries
stream of criticisms whenever she
visited them. 90,
"Why don't do lot of things"
snapped Carrie. IF you had this big
bouse to run-everything to look after
with only one maid-you wouldn't
keen things up half as well as L do.
Tn an apartment you don't know what
work isl"
the head of the stairs.
"I'm sure it is-a tiny PINK bag;
Maybe it's on the bed with my Things.
Look Lawrence, the Bentleys new
carl" Carrie peered up the dust-cioud.
ed road. That's his mother with
them. She has the money-but they
don't get along at all. They say she 5
got an awful temper. Their mad toid
Carrie was launched on her favorite
indoor sport-rehearsing scandaious
bits of gossip about her neighbors.
ooh, there go the Pearsons, as a
big roadster shot by. Every SUNDAY
they 20 to Cedar Inn for dinner. Inc
money they spend-and he's only on a
salary. They say they owe their
butcher for six months, and they
Get away, Sport, you're so not ana
you're full of fleas."
THE painting bull terrier, who had
snrawled down beside her, turned de-
"And they have to send to town for
choir groceries" she rambled on.
SRogers won't give them any more
credit. Yet the way she dresses. Sne
;nst cot a new Wendell suit saw the
label when she was carrying the Goa,
tbe other day. 1t cost two hundred
70 II cost A cent. But, then, OF course.
with a shrug, ''if they never pay their
.sTbis it?" Bobby dashed out, twiri-
ing a tiny pink bag. .;s +.
s.Shnt the screen door, precious,
mocha nically from his mother:
Takinc out the puff. Helen dusted II
over her heat-flushed face.
"Kerchoo. Kerchoo!"
Sneezing violently, she started up
her hands over her eyes.
"That powder puff! He's put some
thing on it-pepper. ,,..
"Penner? That's absurd" shriiled
Carrie. "Where would he get pep
PERI -. =, cumming I'M to
the bathroom, followed by carries eA'
cited protests of Bobby's innocence.
After copious applications OF coid
water. her eyes still red az: smarting:
Helen came down to examine the pun
she had dropped.
sThat is pepper-red pepper! You
can see it. .- 10
learned from those Hodge boys, fiarea
Carrie. "He never would have thought
nj such a thing himself"
"Still smart?" sympathized Law
ronce. .'Want to battle them in milk
II didn't get much in my eyes III
bod II might've been serious"
You're forever dabbing on powder,
orumped Warren, who never resented
his nephew's pranks unless he was tne
victim. Wouldn't be bad idea Al all
fool powder puffs were loaded with
cayenne" :, ,sos r.u.
VANCE. for the cuIprit had disappeared.
carrie, you ought to punish him for
this" :, a., .-;.,,, ho
learns from those Hodge boys. in,y
mt him up to all sorts OF things.
You've just got to keep them awas
from here"
Helen forced back caustic remars
about Bobby's malicious antics before