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Maurice Mcieterfncr
were Omtd met? t?rc?Med X
'Weir idea o trisTiA
t Here's, hope for the. elderly birils
vith youthful ideas who have been
.previously handicapped by the faith
ful devotion of their too mature
spouses.
A Maetarlinck club for the w. k.
tired business men of Omaha, who
have formerly sought relaxation and
relief from commercial strains anB
domtfstic worries in the front row
at the burslesque show.
"How'd you like a little angel,
'round the house to make you
jetad?" ran the text of a last year's,
popular song. Emancipation for the
Omaha t. b. m. is in sight, and
realization of the delightful promise
of the song through the agency
of the new club.
. Gave Way, Smiling.
Maurice Maeterlinck furnished the
Inspiration for such an organization
, w hen he put aside his wife and
got spliced up with a newer, fresher
edition of the deadlier of the species.
Wifie No. 1 merely smiled as she
made the sacrifice which permitted
her 57-year-old husband to annex
a charming 19-year-old beauty. She
admitted it was her duty to give
her poet-hubby opportunity for
fresh inspiration in his communion
with the Muses and s. new interest
in worldly matters.
Members of the shriller sex are
divided upon the subject according
to their age. Omaha club women
who invited the Belgian poet to this
city and may , be called upon to
emulate the example of his unselfish
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The idea and policy 0 this Ciub tAat
every married man yVi Je jhrr? ct dime
ron As irst trie and ' marry a younger and
fresfter mmen, not over nineteen. cu& dues
are a dotr. and cirrie. dent send your
wife send toe dSitar. (men in Me nickel
Sedtj pitas tceep
MNCiVJA LOVING WIFE'S
DUTY TO SEE HiR HUSBAND,
. CDtt TA rtA A e . .
AND 0 HELP HIM FIND J
HAPPINESS tAM
WILLING Td SACRIFICE
ALL MY HAPPINESS.
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first .wife, following ' the organiza
tion of the local Maeterlinck club,
think that the idea is "horrid." '.
Some Oriental Fatalism."
"A chicken in every home," is the
slogan of the new club. Prospec
tive members need only a wife and
a dollar. Policies of the club advise
the retention of, thex original, wife
for cooking,! washing, houseclean
ing and other essential labor.
Hereafter the t. b. m. who has
taken advantage of- the' club idea
will toddle home at 2 a. m. and re-
ceive. not a rolling pin and a couple
of tlatirons, but only a whispered"
admonition 'from the wife to keep
quiet, as she has just put the
"chicken" to bed.
The idea itself is not strictly new.
It has been advocated for years by
the Turks and Mormons. The
same principles have applied for
centuries in the haremliks of the
far east. With. Oriental fatalism
the favorite wives of sultans, pashas
and other dignitaries expect to
step aside whenever a pretty. Vw
houri catches the fancv of her
lord and master and is subsequently
imported into the harem.
Tag a Chicken.
The doctrine is as old as the hills,
but it was left to the Belgian poet
to apply it to the modern civiliza
tion of America and demonstrate its
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SUNDAY
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MORNING, JANUARY 4, 1920.
"Buck" Tips Old "Loot" One
"Jit" for Ride Home in Taxi
"Revenge Is Sweet," Chortles "Sack" Hunter, as He
Bemoans Magnitude of Gift to Driver, Who Was
His Lieutenant in the Army.
Harold "Hunter, "one -of 'the boys
oCcuincil Bluffs," is telling the
"world's fair" and everybody con
nected with it, that the old saying,
"revenge is sweet," is th,e truest
thing he ever heard uttered from the
human mouth.
"Sack," as he is called by those
who are real "family" with him, is
attending school in the east and this
week returned for (he holidays. As
he alighted from the "observation"
car burdened with grips, "books"
and other things too numerous to
mentiftn, a common every-day taxi
triver stepped up and offered to relieve-
him of his many paVcels and
drive him to his mansion.. After a
long two day's journey "Sack" was
tired . enough to consent .to afmost
anything and as he walked to the
cab he gave the taxi driver a casual
glance and almost dropped dead
from the shock.
The driver was none other than
the man who was the first lieutenant
of "Sack's" air service company at
Kelly Field, Tex., and he was any
thing but good to the boys.
"It's too good to be true," said
"Sack" slightly recovered from his
shock. "I don't wish him any hard
luck but I hope he breaks his leg or
the motor falls out of this car.
When he arrived at his palatial
home, "Sack" reeled down into his
jeans and peeled forth the required
fare and as the driver stared away
he called him back and presented a
"tip." His enormous "tip" was a
nickel and "Sack" says he would
have given anything if he had had a
penny. ,
"Oh, boy, but that did my old
heart good," said "Sack." He surely
made life 'pleasant' for m for sev
eral months." Starting away "Sack"
poured forth with "a merry Christ
mas, lieutenant"
When you come Aowe at . X AM injtectd of dodjirib a
toscrge offiffdefij c??d wM pins, yourfMnifcsm
ph c?djfses yoa to tecufet rs stenas just put your chrcAen
rneifMas yot tte ster
sex up. on tfor i?-ees
for fair '
co oea.
practicability, with the co-operation
of his first wife. v
The free-love bureaus established
by the bolsheviks in Russia will have
nothing on the Omaha Maeterlinck
club. . Over there you just tagged
a desirable chicken and she didn't j hitching up'with a fresh specimen of
dare slip you the razzberries. She I a later vintage,
married you or went to jail. But Pleasing variety and b'mitless pos
no proyisions were made for rehabil-j sibilities for avoiding monotony and
itatinz one's interest in life bv out-1 boredom is afforded by the new
ting aside a last "year s wife and scheme.
Daily Orange, Eaten
Between 2-5 A. M.,
Good Health Secret
W. J. Burgess, manager of the
Boyd theater, declares that the secret
of his fine health is an orange every
morning between 2 and 5.
"Every night," says he, "my wife
peels and prepares the orange and
puts it on a saucer by the side
of my bed. " '
"And every morning I wake up
some, time between 2 and S, cat
my orange and then go back to
sleep immediately.
"It makes me feel great. I
wouldn't miss it for anything. You
see, the human system is all clear
then and the juices of the orange
do up their work in great shape.
Try it." ,
Black Eye for Xmas as
He jells Little Girl
' Santa Claus Is Myth
"A manthat will attempt to de-
j stroy the ideals of his' children in
regard to the existence vof Santa
Claus, is not human," said a husky
cattleman on a crosstown street car
Christmas morning to another man,
as he landed a blow on his jaw. ..
The cattleman was enroute to
the stock yards when another man
and a little girl got on the car at
J street. Passengers say the man
told the little girl it was all "bunk"
about Santa Claus and that there
was no such, individual.
"That is all nonsense about Santa
Claus and a pack of lies given out
by the rich to their children," the
father, said.
"But, papa," said, the little girl,
"mamma said Santa Claus came to
see me last night."
"That is right," said the cattle
man, "there is a Santa Claus and
he visits all children."
An argument followed in which
the man with the little girl was
given a black eye as a reminder of
Christmas, 1919. A score of pas
scntrers on the car applauded the
cattleman for his actions as he gotj
off at the Exchange building.
He Didn't Care About
TheHuman Race-He
Was Very Comfortable
He was ambling down Farnam
street about p. m Sunday, inspect
ing the contents of every shop win
dow, but apparently unconscious of
the general attention he was attract-'
ing.
Citizens waiting patiently for
street cars on the corner of Six
teentlvstrect were amused by the di
version. They stared boldly and
grinned brcadly.
Chickens and flappers, tripping
along in their weekly afternoon,
rtroll. looked back at him over their
shoulders and tittered audibly.
Youtlvs ""supporting the door
frames of sundry drug stores and
cigar stands guffawed loudly.
Lounge lizards in the Henshaw
hotel lobby even got out of their
chairs to catch a longer view of the '
spectacle.
The attraction was a huge pair of
fur mitts which h; was wearing.
Each contained the hidr of at feaSt!
one full-grown dog. The fur waf
three inches lone; and a . loveM
golden brown. The mitts extended,
lo his elbows and the finger tips
touched his knees. .When he raised:
his hand to adjust his hat, both hat
and head were concealed.
Some mitts! '
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Bouquet of People
Phone Wires Hum With Jazz
And Opera In Wee Sma' Hours
Night Operators Adjust Headpieces, Open Switches,
Close Eyes. Settle , Back .and Blooey! Enjoy
. Rear Concert from 1 to 5 A. M.
If by ome chance -you should
.have occasion to use the telephone
between 1 a. m. and 5 a. m. and,
-"you get paralyzed waiting for the
Operator to take your number,' don't
swear at the sweet. young thing
. no, GeoYge, don't swear at her ask
her to let you in on the concert.
You may be just in time to hear
Harry Lauder singing "Wee Hoose
Mang the Heather" or hear Soul's
o "Stars and Stripes" by some 100
pjece band. At least you wouldn't
expect the dear," operator to turn
from John McCormack singing
"Calling Me Home" just to hear. you
' calling her names.
That's just what she's up against.
; If she answers your call she'll miss
out on the concert.
"Special Announcement"
. . r . i into
Douglas street,. Night Manager Carl
Zich has a victrola. He also has a
few handred popular records. His
selections range from "Ja-Da" to
,"0 Sole Mio." -
About 1 a. m. every morning Carl
hauls his Vivtrola out, stands it up
on an oil drum and plants a tele
phone directly in front of it. He
calls the operator over the 'phone,
innounces the opening number of
the evening's entertainment, puts
the receiver aside and throws his
little old Vjctrola into high gear.
Each telephone operator in each
exchange puts on her "head-piece",
tilts back in her chair, closes her
eyes and sails away on a dream of
' sweet melodies.
Just at Press Time.
A poor struggling nigjit police re
porter discovered the secret of the
operators' refusal to answer at that
time of the morning.
He was out on west Ames avenue
about 3 o'clock one morning , week
or bo ago. Three a. m. means about
three minutes before press time. He
had a little yarn he was anxious to
"crack" in the morning edition. He
stepped into a garage nearby and
picked up the telephone receiver.
A voice" he recognized as that of
jCarl Zich bawled over the wire,
"Ears ready! This is a 'new one,
girls, 'Who -Shot the Holes in Fa
ther's Derby,' by Baron DeOrglar."
' On Through the " Night.
A few hundred feminine voices
Uttered and Victrolft strains began
to-hum over the. wire. ,
"The next selection will be. ,'JLove,
Here is My Heart,' by John McNap
kin." A N
And thus did Professor Carl play
through the night that night and
every night. .
X m i l fi BY A STIWQBRy j fj KZ
Inspiring Story off
General Stinger's
Rise in Omaha
Further Details in Life of Leading
- Candidate for Presidency
'Of United States.
7. 17 Jl- T I. Mi I Tom Catt did his best. At 4 a. m.
ea, VeniV-LAJVe IS nUl Art interrupted the serenade with a
Only Blind, Bllt Deaf j The greatest of Tom's great quali
; . f, ' T r ! ties was his consistency., So the
.Sn .SaVS I nm lattf next. night he, came again. He
a started early the second' night Ten
' verses of Tom's best love sone failed
The eves of love are blind. That'sN to bestir Miss Cat in Art's basement.
act. But that doesn t embrace all She slept soundly through it all
he defects of love. '.Love's ears are
ilso deaf. No, not always, but in
the Case of Art Berlinger's cat and
her suitor,', love's ears have ceased
:o function. -
Art Berliner, live stock man. has
pet cat She is a beauty. Not only
hat but she's refined. Her nights
re not spent wandering about, like
-ther felines of the neighborhood,
he retires earlv in the basement of
Art's home, tfOl South Twenty
linth street. . '
. Two weeks ago. Tom Catt, ro
mantic young' thing, caught a
?liir'ipse of Art's cat as she glided
gracefully into the Berliner base
nebt She was dazzling. That night
ic Vouldn't resist taking a little
val around where the beauty had
Itsalpeared. -He scouted around al-
moslall the night, without catching
one. glimpse oT the apple of his
appy thought! Ah, he'd sere-
her! Oft had he heard his
ed father. sing a crcony mel-
sotne iair jnai(ien.
Ax Berliner adopts that
veni
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That was more than Art could do.
At the opening of the eleventh verse,
Art interrupted' again. .
The next night Tom came again,
only to be interrupted before his
song reached the ears of his lady
love. '
If she would but consent to come
out, if only for a few minutes, Tom
would deem it a gift from the God-'
dess of Love herself,
Fourteen successive nights and no
successl
Last night, however, Art didn't
interrupt He's waiting to hear from
Cynthia Gray or some other, noted
authority 'to whom he .has. written
to learn how to say in cat talk that
his little pet is stone deaf ' and
couldn't hear a hundred cats' if they
serenaded her in the same room.
Poor Tom Catt! Poor Art . Ber
And Sometimes an Aunty dote!
It sometimes happe'ns ' that the , the possibilities of this property and
Ananias Stinger," having made his
name known throughout the world
as inventor of the hole in .the
doughnut, soon went on to other
heights of endeavor. He rapidly out-'
grew the town of Jurnip Hill, iveh
and one fine winter morning he left
that place for Omaha.
He was only a poor boy -still and
there was much grieving when he
had gone. Scurrilous stories 'have
been circulated to the effect that he
owed money at the cigar store, the
pool room and other places. These
are without foundation in fact. He
left no unpaid bills whatever, and,
the young genius. The4 sum he pos
sessed was $2 short of that demand
ed tor the property. Mr. Stinger
did not hesitate He pawned his
watch, an Ingersoll, and paid out
the entire suin and became editor
and publisher of The Bumble Bee,
Taking His College Course.
if he did, those to whom they were
owed could better afford to lose the
money than he.
Arriving in Omaha, he pursued his
studies. His brain was ever, restless
and he was spurred on by ambition,
He soon entered a college and aftep
pursuing his instruction for three
months was graduated.
In Professional Life.
For a number of years he pursued
the profession for which this col
lege course had fitted him. Those
were struggling years for the mart
marked for future greatness. Many
a close shave marked those days but
he cut his way ahead.
But he saved his money. .He was
thrifty and soon came to be a man
of prominence and of means.
Then came the opportunity to buy
The Bumble Bee. Mr. Stinger knew
man w ho dotes on a girl finds mar-1 he -knew he had ideas to give to the
riaie an anti-dot. Cartoons Maga- world. . -
Stinger Was Thrifty.
It is. thrilling to uctc the faith of States.
that great paper which has had such
a marked placeMn fashioning j.rblic
opin-on.
Here we have the history of Gen
era! Stinger.
What an Inspiration to the youth
of today to see how he forged ahead.
Many would have said they had no
chance. General Stinger MADE
chances. He seized them when they
came and made the most of them.
Fame at Last.
Today his wo)-d ' is law in The
Bumble Bee. His articles ar? looked'
forward to by the elite, the cognos
centi, the intellectuals of this coun
try, and only the fact that many
people in other lands do-not under
stand the English language prevents
them from enjoying and being up
lifted by these articles.
It is a privation which they must
suffer as best they can. because they
do not understand English.
Genera! Stinger's heart is big.
Perhaps the fact that he h.is never
married may account for this. There
is room left in his heart tor love of
the whole world.
Why has this distinguished man
never. taken a helpmate? Ah, that is
a question that has puzzled many.
It J-.as been discussed in some of
the most fashionable saloons of so
ciety, v .
In fact there is a romance con
nected with his life. He ntver men
tions it The romance-is sealed up
within his breast.
But the story of the general's ro
mance shall be told in these columns
next Sunday. It may have some ef
fect on the coming election when
General Stinger will be a candidate
or the presidency of the tinted
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ROTTEN.
Here is the lustful advertisement
of a picture at u new Douglas street
movie theater:
t Her husband has gone to
catch the midnight train. She
rushed to the telephone and
called tip another man, making
an appointment for hi in to call
upon her. The lights were low.
A man entered,.'she ran to him,
threw her arms about him,
kissed him passionately. Then
7"' she suddenly discovered it was
not the man she thought but
. her husband.
v Wonder1 what has become of the
old-fashioned moving picture censor.
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THE MEXICAN WAR?
'. "Help your country to win th
war by avoiding waste," says a
printed line on the little sacks of
sugar served to diners at the pon-
Icnellc. .
Yfc Editors Exchange Compliments,
- , ( (Ord Quiz.)
Ches Chinn moved his house
hold cffacs to this city last Thurs
day. It has been some years since
he. was a resident of the city an4
we sure welcome him back .again.
He is, Ho doubt satisfied with his
little sojourn in the village of Ord,
and he will enjoy himself all the
more after getting back into a real
city, where we have paved streets,
sewer, all the modern conveniences
and on top of that blessed with a
court house that is a joy and com
fort 'forever.--St Paul Phono
graph. .
Well, that is a good joke. An
Ord man drove through St. Paid
recently and someone tried to di
rect him to a livery barn aiid he
fodnvl the school house, thinking
that Vas the barn and anyone who
has ever seen the St. Paul high
school would not blame him for
his mistake.
St. Paul got the horse before
the cart as usual when it built a
new court house before it installed
sewerage or a good school build
ing. '
Ord has had a sewer system for
several years that cared for the '
mam part of town aid now,
realizing that the rapid growth is
going to need increased sewerage
Facilities, has arranged to spend
$100,000 in that kind of improve
ments. . ,
St Paul i has a fair court house
but the new one that Ord will
buihd the coming year and for
which the contract -will be let
.within 30 days, will make the St.
Paul court house look, like the
lcanto to the main building.
- COME-ON. SAMl'
,Wish Governor McKelvie would
get "mad" at The Bumble Bee and
write us a letter. His letters when
he's "mad," such as he wrote to
that editor last week, are the fun
niest things we've read.
Leffingwell Fills Breach
Stops Lingual, Lethargy
Entrance Into the New Year by the Leffingwell Fam
ily Marked by Henry's Obedience to Friend
Wife's Command Once More He Practices His
Preachings. v ' -
By EDWARD BLACK.
Mrs. What's-Hcr-Name, aglow
with conversational ccstacy, gal
loped over to the Leffingwell can
teen to impart a bit of confidential
information which had been weigh
ing on tier mind. Mrs. Leffingwell
was busy, preparing a meal de luxe
for the home-coming of her knight,
yclept Henry Leffingwell. She ad
justed her mind for the revelations
which were to be unfolded by the
neighbor, . whose knowledge of
neighborhood information ranged
from wrfiat the cat brought in, to a
conversation she overheard when
central "'-lggel her line in with two
other na .ies when she called for
the number of her grocer to order
garlic to satisfy an exotic craving
which had been developed by . her
Henry. s
"I have come over to tell you
something, because. I know you are
my friend. I don't know just how
to tell it, but I must have a confi
dante and I know that you will sym
pathize with me, I want you to tell
me whethfr I should tell my hus
band of this matter," the neighbor
began. -"At first I though I would
not tell anyone abqut it, but the
more I thought, the more I was con
vinced that I should tell you. Some
women keep everything to them
selves, but you know I am not that
kind of a woman, f believe I would
die if I couldn't tell someone. Do
you keep anything from your -husband
nr Ho von iust fet him find it
out for himself? Sometimes, when
I' tell my man a lot of little home
affairs, he tells me 'to think more"
and talk less, and then, again, he
aWs wliv I don't tell him what
has been going on at home while
he was away at work all day.
Grieved at Frivolity.
Mrs. Leffingwell was growing
nervous on account of the circum
locution of her friend. She wished
her visitor would come to the point
and out with it.
"What is vour latest Brief: she
asked, commiseratingly.
"Well, Mrs. Leffingwell, I ,may as
well tell you first as last I have
found my first gj-ay hair and I
pulled it out and Mrs. So-and-So
told me that when I pulled out one
gray hair two more will grow in its
place. I came over 'to ask your
opinion.
Mrs. Lerhngwell almost dropped
ncr pan or oiscuits. rne naa
propped her mind to hear something
of real interest. She thought, per
haps, that her neighbor was going
to say that her husband had started
chewing tobacco; that the girl across
the street at last had discovered a
ntatrinionial prospect, this being
leap year; that Mrs. Two-step had a
new recipe with which to combat the
high cost of prohibition, or that the
minister had been seen playing
Kelly pool. -
The Touch of Dignity.
"The acquiring of gray hairs js
the touch of dignity that time be
stows upon every woman, and this
benediction of the years should be
received with graciousness," Mrs.
Leffingwell - asserted. "There is
beauty in gray hairs if the mind be
neath them keeps sweet and fresh."
"Yes, but I heard my man say one
day that all cats are gray in the
dark. Wrhat do you suppose he
meant?" the neighbor asked.
"There is no accounting for' what
men may say. My Henry asked me
several times to make some barley
soup, and when I placed-it before
him one evening, he asked, 'What
kind qf stuff do you call this?' Men
are fearfully and wonderfully made,"
Mrs. Leffingwell replied.
"I think I hear my telephone bell
ringing." the neighbor said, as she
galloped back to her home, almost
suffering a head-on collision with
Henry Lcflingwcll, who was return
ing from his day's work. The home
coming of Lefhngwell removed any
danger of the Leffingwell domicile
lapsing into lingual lethargy, be-
. cause Henry was a big-leaguer in
the art of discursive diction.
Henry Has a Thought.
'T had a thought on my way
home. It came to me out of the
blue sky, out, of the , cosmos of
knowledge," Henry began, as he
placed his overshoes in a corner and
scanned the edibles on the-table.
"So you . have had another
thought" his wife replied. "It is
not long since you bad a thought'!
and J, hope that this new thought
will be something to start the year
with. I just knew that you would
bring- something home, - or that
something was going to happen, be-,
cause I spilled the salt today."
"Yes, I have a new thought; not
Hew to me, but perhaps new to some
of the Leffingwells, who arc going
to. put their best foot forward this
year," Henry continued. "My
thought is that the Leffingwells are
going to be equal to emergencies,
to great' moments, to crises, Thex
are going to have mental poise,
equanimity, aplomb, and they are
not going to allow themselves to be
disturbed over the irritations of the
day, nor arc they going to be per
turbed on slight provocation."
Indomitable Sense of Humor.
"How do you get that way?"
Willie interposed, mischievously.
Mrs. Leffingwell was beginning to
wonder whether Henry had run
afoul of some of that wood alcohol j
concoction that has been increasing
Hotel Management
Removes Lake From ;
Second Floor to Lobby
With the discovery' of two crooks
Hn the Hotel Fontenelle early one
morning last week, a general alarm
was sounded and the case was im
mediately investigated by the man
agement. The discovery was made through .
a telegram which came addressed
to C R. Crooks, Hotel Fontenelle.
which had been sent from Chicago
presumably by someone interested
in tire movements of Mr. Crooks.
- To add to the confusion, A. Lake
arrived sometime during the night,
and a flood was reported on the
fourth floor. After a hasty meeting
of the hotel -management it was
decided to remove Mr. Lake to the
lobby for the remainder of his stay,
in order to give the forest there the
benefit of the water.
Much confusion lias been caused
since Christmas by the large am
niount of trees and underbrush that
has sprung up in the lobby and
bchiud the desk, and efforts are
being made to keep the trees trim
med and the grass cut, to enable
the guests to distinguish each other
and avoid confusion while pass
ing in the lobby. '
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Jury Files Out One
By One While Lawyer
Argues Heavy Case
Eugene O'Sullivan, attorney, had
a dream 6ne night last week which,.
didn t come true.
"I dreamed that I was addressing (
the jury on an important case," said.
Gene. "The jurors weren't especial
ly friendly, I noticed, and finally
one of them near the door got up,
muttered, 'Shucks, you make me
sick, and walked out.
"I didn't stop him, hut went on
with my argument as well as I
could. Pretty soon another juror
grumbled, 'Some argument!' and he
stalked out of the room.
' "I kept right on until 11 of the
jurors had walked out, one after ,
the other. I argued with the last
juror and finally he got up and
walked out. I kept on arguing with
him as he walked down the cor--ridor
of the court house and I was,
still arguing with him when I woke
up."
But Mr. O'Sullivan won the case
he was trying the day after the
dream. ,
the death rate in the fastnesses of
the east. ,
"Henry Leffingwell," his wife ex
claimed in a commanding tone. "You
are about to meet a great moment
and I hope you will have equanimity.
poise, aplomb and anything else you
need. After you ha- had your
supper, you may get t. work, grat
ing that horse-radish root that has
been on the shelf for two weeks,
waiting for you to have a great mo
ment." And while Henry was grating the
horse-radish Willie hummed, "Every
Little Movement"
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