Evening star., 1932-03-06


L believe you're right" George
Gorham pulled discontentedly on his new
sanitary pipe. Give a woman an inch"
AND she II wear the pants! Not in nv
house, George Mrs. Holden knows who's the
head OF our house. She wouldn't dare select
my ties or my pipes. She knows exactly how
lar she can go. I began right"
Mrs. Gorham is the sweetest little woman
in the world She was thinking of NV health
when she bought this monstrositv with the
washable bowl. Ugh! It simply won't draw"
George stuffed the offensive thing in lis pocket
The train he noted lowering his voice. was
slowing down. Say Wis, is your wife jeal-
ous?"
Jealous? All women are jealous! It's Polly's
only fault. Why that girl is so gaga over me
she gets positively green-eyed when I kiss nv
great-aunt! Jealous? I'll say! Not that she
has any cause" the older man amended. as
the train came to full stop.
TIE two commuters sprinted up the hill
toward their neighboring homes The Holden
bungalow came first, with its inviting rear
garden of freshly turned rich SOIL Wis could
hardly wait to eat his dinner, SO anxious was
ne to set out baby zinnias before dark He
dashed upstairs, leaving his strawberry Short
cake half finished, to change into garden togs
Polly, where are my white flannel pants?"
he called.
Darling" demurred his wife sweetly, you're
never going to wear those leprous old things
again"
We'll, who's going to stop me?"
You know" Polly evaded, It threatened to
dispose of them last Summer after Nora re-
fused to wash them in the washing machine"
Yeah. Cost me two dollars to get 'em steam
cleaned at the tailor's"
IF you realized how perfectly ridiculous you
look, since they shrank SO, you wouldn't be
seen with them on even in the garden. I'm
ashamed to death before the neighbors"
Hang the neighbors! I'll wear what please
Trot 'em out, Polly. I want to transplant
those zinnias before dark"
Polly Holden repressed a smile Not in
those awful pants, dear"
The little devil. He'd like to shake her
She went too far-hiding his clothes Dictat-
ing what he should wear. Things had come
to pretty pass. Was he master In his own
house or wasn't he? She was getting Just
like young Gorhams wife. Hurry up" he
tried to keep himself in check. Il want nv
pants"
If ever you expect Polly surveyed the chaos
he'd made of the closet, Ito wear any of those
clothes again, you'd better pick them up and
put them up and put them back on the hang
ers"
Wis watched his wife walk coolly away
Boiling, he donned pair of golf knickers and
stepped over pile of garments.
COR hectic 20 minutes he ignored Polly,
working feverishly at his zinnias Then
his outraged feelings got the better of him.
"You-you didn't sell those white hannels
to an old clothes man, did you"
Sell them!" Polly laughed. Impossible,
unless to blind man! Splotchy, yellow-gray
Shrunk- like board old thngs!"
Nor give 'em to the Near East Relief"
| sGuess again"
"Salvation Army?"
you're getting warmer; but you're all wet
Wis. I'd be ashamed to offer them to-Sh!
Here comes George Gorham. Good evening"
Mr.. Gorham. Nice evening, isn't it?"
Georges long shanks halted beside his kneel-
ing neighbor. Evening, Mrs. Holden. Lo
Wis Working in your garden?"
Nav. Playing squat tag Cm on over and
squat" Wis showed trowel and hand cuti-
yator from rustic bench.
mo, thanks. Too many mosquitoes. I came
to borrow golf club Want to try out
q new stroke, but when I went to get my IA
vorite niblick I found my wife thought it too
wabbly to be respectable and had sent it to
that confounded rummage sale they're having
tomorrow night"
"Ha! Rummage sale!" Wis glared at his
wife, who only giggled. He went back into the
house, to return presently with his bag of golf
sticks which he handed his neighbor. And
there stood Polly, actually grinning at him.
He could scarcely wait till Gorham ambled
away to accuse her.
You had no right to steal my pants Polly"
you're tearing that root, dear" She stopped
to mold the earth firmly about a larkspur
shoot. Don't you know wife can't steal
from her own husband?"
Il know one who can't! You get those
pants back"
What fine howdy-do you're making over
o1 old pair of pantsi"