San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-10-25
The Married Life of
Helen and Warren
BY MABEL HERBERT URNER-
Pate de FOis Grds


you're too darn stingy to buy ankI
decent tools. Get another how'll"
At last all out. 1t almost filed
the two bowls. But the jumbled,
mass was travesty on the whole,
round loaf that could have been SO
perfectly sliced.
Warren, you're not going 10 esA
that tonight" as he forked a geners.
Gus mound onto a plate. "Why, yodi
can'tw
"Just watch mel Where's tie
salt?"
"Oh, wait, it's too rich TO eat
alone. I'll give you some celery,s
opening the ice box. "Why, there's
none left! And just look Mt that
shortcake-we left over half of it.
Dear. l told you she feeds the ele-
vator boy!"
Huh, what II she does? Little
food more or lest won't break u.s.
I'll have to fix place for those
bowls" still at the ice box. Zone Of
the good plates! I've told her and
TOLD her never to put those in
herei"
Thought you were 80 crazy bout
foie gras? Aren't you goin' to eat
any? Always order it in restaurants
when you get chance. Now you
got whole can"
I'D love it-but not tonight.
When ] see so much, 1t takes my
appetite"
well. it don't mine! How bout
D.xaepr.~g ~Axr "a
away" grinning down at the pink
tongued cleaning of the can.
at should go right against the
ice. I'll have to put those bottles
down here. Dear, the ice he brings
now is so poor-all streaked. Just
look at this-no wonder it doesn't
last"
But Warren was not leaving his
foie gras TO inspect the Delinquent
cies OF the iceman.
A startled meow. A scurrying
from under the table.
"Oh. her head-in that can! She
can't get il out-she'll cut herself.
Leave her alone. She'll wriggle
out. all right"
But Helen caught the backing
ball Of fur.
Don't squirm so-there! No you
can't have that can any more. Oh,
there's the telephone! Dear. you an
swer it, must put this away"
She had made room in the icebor
for only one Of the bowls when War
rem called her to the phone.
Mrs. Dodge. Wants to know IL
we can dine there Thursday or FRI
day. Can't go Tbursday-I'm go
goin' to the Grolier Club"
"1'hen FridavT" row at the in
strument, her hand over the mouth
piece.
"S'pose wen have TO-" with IN
grouchy reluctance he always feign-
cd when accepting invitations.
Why, yes. we'd love to come FRI
day" was Helen's effusive interpre-
tation go. "At seven? go. oh,
Mrs. Dodge, do you like pate de
foie gras? DR.. Rosenbach- brought
us a wonderful big can from Stras-
bourg 49,. Then I'll send you some
tomorrow"
"Huh, wouldn't have said so
much bout the size Of the cannot
with the stingy portion you'll send
her" grumped Warren, again Eef-
tied with his paper and pipe.
Il hope my blue tulle'll be back
from the cleaners" was Helen's ir-
relevant comment ms she hurried
back to the kitchen.
At the door she paused with hor-
rified cry.
The bowl overturned The prec-
ious goie gras spilled on table and
floor.
At Helen's cry. Pussy Purr-Mew
leaped down and dashed guiltily out.
whats wrong" Warren csms'
stalking in.
Just look ~ almost IN tears.
"And ] only left it for n moment"
THAT damned cati That's what
You get for letting her jump on the
table"
81 don't let her-Anna does ! They
all spoil her. Oh, almost half OF
it,"
"Not much on the floor. The rests
all right-table's clean, isn't it?'
"Ycs. of course-but she's been in
it," walled Helen.
swell, / wont pass up foie gras
FOR that. Here, get me n spoon"
"Wait, I'll do IT," she scooped il
up from the white porcelain table.
BE careful. don't step on the floor
You can put that on her saucer"
mo, you don't! Chuck it out IL
You must-but she don't get any re-
ward for that trick. No wonder
she's spoiled-all she's got 10 do IN
get anything is upset it. Here"
scraping it from the floor. AID bet-
ter throw it out fore you pass it on
TO anybody"
"Why, Warren. you know 7 would
mt do such a thingw wipins off
the table.
"Huh, wouldn't put II past you.
But no wOrsc'n they get in res
taurants. Mt that. Now, get in thu
icebox fore that cat puts it all on
the bum. II you'd left it in the
can as / wanted you to-Worldn
have spoiled overnight"
why, you can't leave anything
in tin once it's opened. ] begged
you not to open it. But you never
can wait-if it's anything to cat.
And just look how you messed it
up"
That's your rotten can-opener'
With decent one. I'd have got it
out whole. Everytime / start to do
anything round this place I'm up
against your punk tools! Too darn
Stingy to pay more'n ten cents
I'm goin' to get fitted tool chest
that's what we need A good big
one with everything in it,
why, dear, where would We put
it? There's no place in the pantry
and we couldn't have it in here !
Why, we haven't any room for a
tool chest ~
Make room! Always find room