Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 9, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 January 1917 — Got the Chicken [ARTICLE]

Got the Chicken

4 “Oh, dear/’ sighed Mrs. Jefferson, “fl don't know how I am goiKg to get along with Ambrosia." “Fire her," replied Jefferson, shortly, not removing his eyes from the latest unauthenticated war news. “Fire her! That’s a pretty idea! How would I ever get along without her?" “You were just saying you couldn’t get along with her, and I was trying to help you out, dear. Has she bedh putting you in Dutch again?" ...'A. “She has plac<* me in a very embarrassing position.’’ "That is what I mean. I—r” "If you are going to keep Interrupting me, I shan’t tell you a word about It.” “If you didn’t tell me you’d swell up and bust like a rubber balloon. Go ahead. I’ll be the goat." “It’s about the Walterses. She ’phoned me this morning—’’ “Walter Jones’ wife?" “No, silly. You know I haven't spok en to Mrs. Walter Jones for: more than a month! It was Mrs. Walters; sbo 'phoned that she had a roast chicken and somr stuffed potatoes for me, and that I should send Ambrosia over for them right away. So I said to Ambrosia. ‘Run over to Walters’ and get bhfCjJje roast chicken she has for me,’ a,,d Ambrosia wen,t.” “That is perfectly dreadful, so far. ] believe you will recover however." “Please listen and don’t try to be as fuuny as you look! That careless crefture went over to Walter Jones’ and told Mrs. Jones she had come for my roast chicken—are you laughing?" "I should say not. And then what happened?" “She told Ambrosia that she had n-‘ roast chicken for me. And Ambrosia replied: ‘Yassum, Mis’ Jones, yo’ is,’ and she sat down on Jones’ step and remained there for ah hour and a-half. Oh; dear!"

“She told Ambrosia to go along about her business that she had nothing for her, but Ambrosia stuck and hung, and finally Mrs, Jones telephonei to the market and got a chicken and roasted it and gave it to Ambrosia And just as Ambrosia came into the dining room with it Mrs. Walters telephoned and wanted to know if I was never going to send for that chickOh dear! Oh dear! What- ever shall I do?” “And you got both chickens?’’ “Yes, and Mrs. Jones telephoned that she was sorry we had fallen out, and that she and Walter were coming ever here this evening. What in the world shall I do?” “Invite the Walterses over to meet them, and serve a cold lunch of roast chicken. Walter’s wife is all right; you had no business quarreling with her.” “I’d like to know what you would do if Walter imitated your bonnet—” “Nobody Imitates a last year's der by.” “I believe I shall do as you suggest, and maybe you will take all of us to a picture show afterward. But whatever shall I do with Ambrosia?’’ —__ “Scold her and give her a half dollar as you usually do.”