Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 200, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 August 1913 — HE WAS HUNGRY, POOR BOY [ARTICLE]

HE WAS HUNGRY, POOR BOY

Now, Mothe**s, Do You ' Think J-te Deserved Being Called Cousin to an Anaconda? “Now see here, Percy,” said Mrs. Packer to her son of a dozen summers, ‘“when I went out this afternoon I left seven large doughnuts in the pantry, and now there are only three. What do you know about that?” “Well, a fellow is always hungry when he comes home from school, and ‘T also left half of a good-sized chocolate cake and a dozen cookies in the cake box. Now there are only six cookies and about a third of the cake left. Do you know anything about that?" v “Well, a fellow wants something to eat when he has been pegging away in school all afternoon, doesn't he?” “I also left eight cranberry tarts and a large mince pie in the pantry. Now there are five of the tarts and a good quarter of the pie is gone. Have you anything to say about that?” “Well, I was hungry when I got home from school, and I ’’ "I had Jane make a nice dessert of lady-fingers and whipped cream for dinner tonight, and about a fourth- of it is gone, together with a lot of the white meat of a chicken I had saved for a salad. Of course, you don’t know anything about that?” “There’s plenty of the stuff left for dessert, and there wasn't hardly any of the chicken anyhow.” "But there was a lot of honey left when I went away this afternoon, and it isn’t here now, and half of the coffee cake I was saving for breakfast is gone, and someone has opened that jar of orange marmalade I was saving for company. Have you anything to say about that?” "Well, I tell you I was hungry, and I wanted a little something to eat, and so I—” “And so you opened that glass of extra choice currant jam and ate up nearly a whole package of those little afternoon teas, and drank half a pint of cream, and most of the pound of raisins and all the nuts I left here at noon are gone. Hungry? My soul and body! Percy Packer, are you first cousin to an anaconda? Hungry? I should say so! I honestly believe that you are hollow cleat into the ground!”—Puck.