Evening star., 1925-02-15
HE Don't Love Me Any More"
George and His Wedding Anniversary.
BY NINA WILCOX puTNAM.

s Gladstone, the great acrobat,
~ once stated wedding ami
~ versarieS and Christmas come
4 a but once year. and when
they come you never know
your luck"
This beautiful truth come to my
mind when a few days ago 1T was
my wedding anniversary. OF course
it was also ditto with George, that 8
my husband, but l and Geo. seems
TO look at them occasions kinda diff
ferent. For a sample, l can see them
80 far ahead you would almost think
I'd need a pair of field glasses, but
Geo. has got to bump right into EN-
before he even notices 'em.
OF course i and him has now been
married quite a no. of annumS, but
still these eX-wedding days don't
really come often enough for a per-
son to get tired of them and / al
ways feel like they really had ought
to be set aside.
Well anyways. the other morning
when ] woke up, to this heavy date
In my life, set aside was apparently
just what Geo. had done with it. OF
course l hadn't hardly expected where
he would mention it at once. on ac-
count he generally amt himself until
after he has wrecked the bathroom,
flung out the net. conts. of his
bureau, prayed nunl-tne-OtneT-S garter.
and all them other morning exercises
which is the only ones he takes reg
ularly.
Not but that ] just the same was
kinda hoping he would mention
something to the effect good morning
sweetheart. many happy returns of
my ring. which would not of eX-
actly hurt my feelings, and practic-
ally any wife will at once recognize
what l mean.
But l knew it was hoping against
soap, as the saying goes, so i kept
patient. see, until we got down to
breakfast where ] acted extra sweet
and thoughtful. thinking that would
maybe make him notice something
was up. But Geo. didn't say word
only s'more cream please, or passa
butter Jennie, and that kind of got
me sore. so l wouldn't mention
word about the old anniversary my
own self, not on a bet.
The only word he got out of me
on that subject was just before he
left to catch the Merchants special
10 town, and all I says even then
was say George, I guess You don't
remember what day this is. do you?
And he says by jove. it's the day l
gotter meet that note at the bank,
thank you for reminding me old girl.
And with that he beat it, leaving me
to Junior, my child, now the only
human being that loved me any more
as far as / could see.
x :: * =
NTELI,, after Junior had been a big
w comfort to me by allowing me to
pack his lunch box, collect his books,
pull the knitted cap down good over
his ears, and other satisfactory sub
stitutes for a husbands lost love and
etc, why | got Junior out of the house
apd on the road to learning. and then
I was. free to sit down among the
breakfast dishes and cry if i had
mind to.
Well, before I got a chance to de-
eide did / want to or not, the tele-
phone rung and il was Mrs. Joe
Bush, and she says hello dear, what's
up this morning. and l says, oh
Mable. I'm just sick, George forgot
it's our anniversary today.
And she says you poor dear. my
amt that just like a man, whatter
you suppose is the matter?
And ] SAYS oh not d thing, it's
Just men are busy and they forget.
that's all, III bet that Joe Bush of
the Hawthorne Club YOU are married
to has done the same
And Mabel says my dear | wouldn't
never allow him to forget such a
thing. she says, say Jennie, you don't
suppose there could be another
woman, do you?
And | says nonsense, and she
says, well, YOU never know. l no
ticed where he walked to the train
this morning with that bottle blond,
Miss Demeanor
And | says oh Mabel, you are
such a big comfort to me- And then
we hung up.