Evening star., 1926-03-28


4 4 ers" column, which she used
to chip out for the Prehis-
torio Daily Tab. pack up your
troubles in your old kit bag and send
EN- by parcel post to some dear
friend"
And how true that saying is. come
home to roost with me the other day.
just like a bad penny or a game
chicken belonging to the younger set
comes home to roost with it's mother
when the all-night clubs close up.
In other words, the truth of Cleo the
cigarette girls remark rang the bell
with me after experience | had
with Mabel Bush. the one who is
married to that Joe Bush of the
Hawthorne Club.
1t all commenced with me eating
canned mince pie the night before,
and it being, as the poet says. such
stuff as dreams are made of, with
the net result I woke up next morn
ing realizing thoroughly where | was
a completely misunderstood woman
with more trials then a Circuit Judge,
and more troubles then a Mormon
husband with 8 yd. Christmas
shopping hist To commence with.
/ didn't wanner get up. Somehow
/ am peculiar that way. l don't like
to get out of bed cold mornings. /
suppose it's my artistic temper, or
my high strung nervous disposition.
Well anyways, l got up feeling
must of eaten the can as well as the
mince meat, and that my one re-
Rret was that had lived through it.
Honest and truly, it seemed like life
was Just too much for me; l had
more then any one woman could
bear.
To begin with, here I hadder get
I'D in the morning. There wasn't
no Justice in that, and then, when
had finally done so and moped down
stairs, my face feeling exactly as
If it was done up In curl-papers.
the matches went on strike and the
kitchen stove wouldn't work. Also
the milk man didn't show, and so
I hadder get breakfast out of the
fce-box for George. that's my hus-
band, and for Junior. Heavens
knows didn't deliberately send them
out to school and work on cold tur-
nips and Roquefort cheese. and they
needn't of acted like they did about
it. on account there was many
starving family in Siberia that would
lust go nuts over such meal at that
minute.
And Geo. merely says well, he could
believe 1t, he was crazy about the
u,
And Junior kept saying, aw Ma, why
can't I have some hot cereal? over
and over, when any other day, why
lust try and choke a dish OF hot
cereal down that child's throat, just
try and do it, that's ALL
X ,. X *
THEN, to make matters more SO, the
postman come, and what would
l. ~yaI1v lot
mother, and George commenced to
read it out loud. Dear Son." she
says. and he read, Dear Son. Well,
I feel it Is about time l paid a little
visit to :" Stop! I says, George
jules, don't you read me another
word! / got all can endure this
morning without your adding any
such bad news. If you gotter read
the summons, do so on the train. Hot
Bozo! l can't endure to hear 1t first
hand.
So Geo. muttered something to the
effect all women was unreasonable,
they oughter be shot mercifully or
something, and went off with the let
ter and a crouch. Then Junior pulled
another letter on me. This one was
from his teacher. He had forgot to
give it 70 me three days before, and it
was to the effect he was behind with
his work and he certainly should of
told me before, SOS l could of known
he was behind.
It seemed to me like Fate or Jugger-
naut or some of them mythical fellers
was deliberately playing me a dirty
trick, putting me at a disadvantage
with Juniors teacher through not
giving me fair warning to coach
Junior up. Junior is a smart child.
He's real bright, only his teachers
don't understand him. And this morn
ing / felt was no time to show me
any such notice about him, not with
all the worries | already had on my
shoulders.
Well. anyways. this was Monday