Detroit evening times., 1942-06-04
Daily Short Story
That Reminds Me

TT WAS the night Of the father
and son dinner. and all OF
sudden Bud knew that he had
been dreading IL more than he hao
been looking forward to il.
For some time he had not been
sure just how he felt. Now, wait
ing in the hotel lobby, awkwardly
CONSCIOUS of his 15-year-old un-
calmly height, he would have given
anything TO duck out Of II.
Not that he wouldn't be glad TO
zee dad! Gosh. no! Even If dad
was different from other fathers.
be was always glad to see him.
But IL he could only be sure that
Ne wouldn't sound off with one of
those old yarns Of his! Bud could
imagine the boys snickering If dad
cot up in that droll. loose jointed
way Of his, and began his slow,
THAT reminds me-"
An uncomfortable red crept over
Buds ears as he thought back TO
the letter he had written dad,
warning him to lie low.
Nom wouldn't have liked that.
She was always encouraging dad
70 tell his stories, even though she
must have heard them hundreds
| of times.
Bud swallowed the lump that
still had a way of coming into his
throat when the thought of his
mothers death last year.
MEET MY FATHER
eHi, bud! Meet my dad
Bud gave a start of surprise as
| he fl1rned at Mikes strident voice.
That coarse looking man couldn't {
be Mikes father!
Why, Mikes father was won
| der! Mike was always boasting
|nhUut how he had made a million
dollars in the last five years.
Maybe he had, at that, Bud de-
|cided, on second thought. He had
N hard, grabby kind of face.
But was mumbiing achnowl-
| |sdgment OF the introduction,
when he caught sight Of his own
Father. He finished with hurried.
Tive got to CO."
But ne didn't push through the
|.r0wd soon enough to miss Mikes
PHe's the guy I was telling you
|about. that's here on a scholarship.
You'd think he was paying his
keep, the way"
Bud dove out of earshot. his face
flaming as he showed his way to
The door.
n Why hadn't he turned back and
|>asted Mike one? He wished now
he had. Mike was always rubbing
|tzin about the scholarship.
|r No matter how often Bud had
[pId himself that he ought to be
|iroud that his father had been one
4 the first graduates of the school,
nd good enough for them to want
ii give his son scholarship, the
Bet that he was not paying his
M ranked.
SEEDIER THAN EVER
wWhoa! Who are you looking |
Buds father grabbed him.
~Ycu!" Bud managed sickly |
grin. Golly, dad was seedier
looking than ever in that old
suit Nom had always kept it
pressed, anyway.
Dad must be saving money onl
:ailors as well as everying else.
sClothing himself in education, ~
.isshe had a way Of saying. Be-
sallse even with the scholarships
u and he both had. getting them
ilIrough school and college was mol
finch on dads salary.
@Happy. Bud?"
Bud came out Of the fog of his
thoughts to realize that his father
| lad repeated the question.
"Sure., He couldn't quite
&aeet those penetrating blue
Gxay eyes. There's n great
$)znch here. It's swell"
~ got your letter" The
4lnder-current to his fathers
Hght tone made Bud squir1m. I'll
H&ep num-
AN. gee, dad
Ills fathers grip tightened on
MS arm, as they went to the din
ng room.
II understand, old top" He
NODDED TO some one over Buds
head.
mot many OF the old boys
;peem 20 have turned up" he
added, glancing around when
they were seated. Prosperous