Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 55, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 March 1917 — His Sult. [ARTICLE]

His Sult.

Aaron Smythe was selecting a summer suit. As our story opens he had been selecting it for thirty-three minutes. “NOW, I'll just try on the blue one again,” he said to the bald but patient salesman. “It’s between the blue one and the brown —I mean the'gray ono.” “You mean the checked one, don’t you?” questioned the weary salesman. “Do if Yes, the checked one,” said Aaron Smythe dazedly. “Now I’ll try on the brown one—l mean the checked one. I’ve tried on so many, I really——•” “Here it is,” said the salesman. And he -helped- him off- with the blue one and on with the checked one. And so it went for seventeen more min- ' ■ *' ' . “Muriella,” said Aaron Smythe to his wife that night, “you’ll love the handsome purple suit I bought at Schrunchfield’s today. No, it was a light red one—or was it mauve? No, it was purple. Only $45, and that includes letting out the shoulders, taking in, the hack, shortening the Bleeves, lengthening the buttonholes and widening the knees.” Jhst then the bell rang. It was Schrunchfleld’s wagon delivering the suit. It was a green one.