Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1938-07-28
SHORT
SHORT
STORY

S0ONu choice" h e d e.
~->@~~ clared as Daisy
SuOk0 placed a hot, crisp
one on his plate. IA
like u, as in grub, or nearly so, and
the more SO the better"
Daisy laughed and gave him a
gleeful hug.
Don't say it so much that you
will do it some time when it mat
ters," she warned.
He swung round to answer the
jangling telephone.
Yes, Mrs. Hardy is here. Just
one moment. She's making wuff1es."
Jim cooked an eye comically at
Daisy. mot ruff1es-that's some
thing quite different-wuffles."
"Jim, how could you! That was
Mrs. Blakeslee calling a committee
meeting. You acted like naughty
child"
Mrs. Blakeslee!" Jim's jaw
dropped. Blakeslee was head of the
office and next to the chief.
IF our social standing depends on
Mrs. Blakeslee, it's time it toppled
to fall" he said deliberately. 81
shall certainly say 'wuffles' ev-
cry time I have occasion to men,
ton wuffles." l shall never say any,
thing but wuffles.
Convinced of his own utter ridicu-
lousness, he stumped out. Daisy
heard his beloved car, the "Gal-
Looping Greyhound" roaring down
the street.
Remembering Jim's feeling to-
ward Blakeslee, she chided herself
severely. Blakeslee had thwarted
his every attempt to lay his cher
ished plan before the chief. Clyde,
under doctors orders to spend but
a limited time out of each day at
the office, was forced to depend
much upon Blakeslee.
The egg-beater, whirring an &C.
compartment to Daisy's thoughts,
drowned the sound of the latchkey.
She did not see Jim until he stood
in the kitchen door. Swiftly she
reached him and drew his face
down to hers.
Fired" said Jim huskily.
"Blakeslee told me again to SUBJ
init my stuff to him and if he found
it worth while he would take the
matter up with the chief. I got a
bit heated, knowing that he would
not hesitate to steal my idea, as he
has before this. He fired me. Come
with me, Daisy. I'm going to talk
to Clyde, man to man."
The "Galloping Greyhound fair
ly leaped over the road to the links.
Clyde was on the veranda at the
clubhouse, and not at all disposed
to listen pleasantly.
''Take the matter to Blakeslee,"
he said CURLY.
Patiently, Jim explained; eagerly
he spread papers on the little ia
BILE for Glyde's grudging attention.
In his anxiety for the beloved child
of his brain, he passed over the ILL
tempered and sighting responses.
Daisy, within hearing distance, felt
sure that Clyde was convinced, but
did not mean to admit it at all gen.
erously.
Desperately, she called:
Don't be too long, Jim. I'm hav-
ing those belated waff1es for lunch"
The inane interruption acted like
a pinprick. Jim Strengthened, and
the light of battle shone family in
his eyes.
"Ill be there in time for the wuf-
fies."
Clyde snorted impatiently.
''Woffles! Wuff1es! Is this bust
ness talk or cooking class? Wat
file spells waffle, with a short az
Jim rose and gathered up his pa
pers.
'Wuffles' is my personal pronun-
citation. say it because I prefer
it," he stated coolly. 81 meant for
you to have the first chance at this
proposition, Mr.. Clyde. AS you don't
see it my way, I'll take it else
where. 1t is no longer for sale to
you"
Clyde Redeemed and started to
protest. Old Chester of Chester &
Black, crossing the veranda, had
caught the last remarks and was
looking hugely amused.
Round the first curve, old Ches-
ter signaled them to stop.
''I'll see you at my office, ten
sharp, tomorrow, young man. Any
one who can so courteously and de-
cisively tell Gerald Clyde where to
get off commands my respect. If
your talk is good, We'll trade. If
it isn't, I'll say So"
The "Galloping Greyhound"
frisked on her way. Said Jim to
Daisy:
''It's almost a certainty, girl.
know my stuff is good" Said Daisy
to Jim:
IT couldn't bear it to have you
treated so. only hoped mentioning
waff1es would make you resent that
old dragon"
"Wuff1es forever!" cried Jim.
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