The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-04-17
LISTENING IN ON EYE

or some member of the family that would insist on having him take hand to fill out and then he would never have any time for serious reading. I heard him tel your Uncle Will SO"
 Uncle Will!' Jean had to smile, an. noyed as she was. "He moved to Aus. tralia fifteen years ago."
 Marian chimed in: "1 guess it would not injure papa much if he shouldn't do serious reading all the time.'
 "pll tell you what we can do, moth. CT" suggested Jean, land not hurt your tender feelings on fathers account. We can ask the Quiet Hour club the same might that he has his Izaak Walton lews---I suppose they do serious read l ing about how to put frog on the hook and handle him gently, as though you loved him." she quoted.
 1t is strange how absorbed your father can get in just discussing fish ing When we were first married he would do almost anything rather than 20 on fishing trip. It was nearly as listasteful as card playing. He never seemed to care A thing about it until last spring, when the I2aAk Walton crew--I suppose they do serious read. And while they were Away it stormed so all the time that none of them brought home any fish, but they had wonderful time."
 Yes" Jean replied q remember how we laughed at them and com Iniserated father for having had such a dull week. He said he had really en. joyed it and that they had sat by the log fire in the shack and swapped yarns about each others best catch and com pared notes on trout, flies and played games. Best of all, they had got to know each other and become good friends"
 Fast friends is right" Marian re-. joined. They are too exclusive for anything. It is absurd low they have to meet behind closed study doors, and father has to be called on his extention phone If there is emergency"
 Well, dears, it seems to be one of your fathers greatest pleasures, and l am sure we should try to shield him from interruption or annoyance.
 Jean gave her mother an impulsive little hug. "You dear old mother-bird, breeding all your big and little chicks! You are the protector in this family. But don't you think the two clubs could meet here the same night and not tread on each others toes!"
 T surrender! You girls always do get your own way" Mrs. Websters smile contradicted the severity of her words.
 .- And so it was that on the appoint ed evening the Quiet Hour contingent made the welkin ring with their nierri- ment, while an occasional burst of deep-toned laughter came from behind the closed doors of the study.
 When the last hand had been played the young men volunteered to help bring in the refreshments, and a gay procession laden with trays, cups, plates and provender passed to and from the kitchen. .
 Then it was that Marian saw one of the men take wrong turn in the hall and sprane after him, but to- lote. He had burst into the sacred precincts.
 Marian's uncomfortable giggles brought Mrs. Webster and Jean, with half the other guests. There in the study sat the Izaak Walton crew around green-topped table, cards in hand, and with a dummy spread before them.
 Well. dad, you certainly told the truth about your shut-in days when you went fishing, if not the whole truth. We know now what games you played"
 No more protection from me !" ex- claimed Mrs. Webster. After this ev- erything is on the free list"
 BLUE AND WHITE GOBLETs A delicate shade of blue is prominent