The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 41, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 8 February 1912 — Page 3

I ranraflßßraannHHi ■ Married Life lb Third Year By MABEL HERBERT URNER “But you think she’ll get enough air that way?” asked Helen anxiously, as she fastened down, the perforated lid of the bandbox in which Pussy Purrniew had been protestingly placed. “Sure, ma’am, but I can make ’em larger if you want,” and Delia thrust the scissors into one of the holes. “Oh, don’t—don’t! You might strike her! Wait, I’ll do that!” taking the scissors from her. “Now* I’ve made it too large!” as a little pink nose appeared at the hole. “Oh, I do wish she wouldn’t cry so,” when with a piteous mew the pink nose appeared at. another hole. “She’ll be all right, ma’am,” reassured Delia, slipping the shawl around the box and fastening it securely. A few moments later Helen, carrying the bandbox with much care, was on her way to the exposition hall, where the cat show opened that day. It was due to Mrs. Stevens’ pleadings that Pussy Purrmew was to be exhibited. She was one of the officers of a prominent club, and she insisted every time she called on Helen, that the kitten was a rarely fine silver Persian, and should be shown. Helen had protested that she knew nothing of exhibiting kittens. But Mrs. Stevens had promised to make all the arrangement?, enter her, prepare the cage, everything—if only Helen would allow her to be exhibited. Mrs. Stevens was also to send after her. But this morning when the messenger boy came Helen was afraid to trust the kitten in his care and deeded to take it herself. But it was an embarrassing trip. Everybody in the cad stared at her cujiously when from the bandbox came he sound of eager scratching and plaintive mews. When she reached the hall Helen ’was bewildered by the long row of cages and the general confusion of the —JTIL ft Everybody in the Car Stared at Her. place. Cats were being taken out of baskets and boxes, cages were being lined and decorated, and attendants were hurrying back and forth. An official looking woman with a hand full of papers came rustling by. Helen stopped her with a timid: “Can you tell me where I’ll find cage 604?” “Third isle —turn Jo your left.” “312” read the number on the cage at the end of the third isle. White blotting paper was on the bottom and a little red velvet cushion in one corner. With some difficulty, Helen got Pussy Purrmew into the cage. She was thoroughly frightened, and huddled back in the corner, with eyes dark with fear and big as saucers. Later Helen strolled around among the cages. There were long-haired, short-haired, silver, blue, white, black, orange, coon, Siamese, Manx and many other kinds of cats. Many of the cages were gay with prize ribbons won at previous shows, and a silver cup was in the cage with one of the languid white haired beauties. Helen went home full of interest and excitement. What if Pussy Purrmew should win a prize? She was entered of "bourse in the “kitten class,” and Helen had seen no other kitten that seemed superior. As yet she had not told Warren. When Mrs. Stevens had first asked her to exhibit the kitten, Helen had spoken to him about it. He had only shrugged his shoulders with—- “ Well, I should think you’d find a better way to spend' your time. And that cat’ll never get a prize. It’s good enough for Winifred to maul around, but it won’t stand a chance beside those show cats. Don’t fool yourself about that.” And now Helen determined that if Pussy Murrmew did not win a prize she would say nothing to Warren about having shown her. She would be back in three days and Warren would probably not miss her before then. When she returned to the show, the, kitten greeted her Joyously, rubbing up against the bars of the cage, pleading as plainly as a kitten can plead to

he taken home. And then Helen saw pinned over the cage door a bluue ribbon with “First Prize, Kitten Class,” gold-lettered upon it. The first prize! So pussy Purrmew was a blue-ribbon cat! Helen could hardly restrain her delight. She had had no idea that the prizes would be awarded so soon. “Mighty fipe kitten you’ve got there, ma’am,”- said an attendant who was brushing around the cages, expectant of a tip. “Oh, yes; isn’t she a lovely kitten?” answered Helen proudly. She could hardly wait until Warren came home that evening to tell him the wonderful news. Before he got his overcoat oft she was out in the hall with an excited account of it all. “And oh, you’ll go with me tonight and see her —won’t you dear?” “Humph! A cat show is about the last thing I’d ever go to—but I suppose I’ll have to in this case.” “Oh, then, let’s hurry and get through dinner,” eagerly. “I’m so anxious for you to see it all. Pussy Purrmew looks so dear in her red velvet cage and there are so many wonderful kittens there.” “Now, look here, I said I’d go, but you needn’t expect any enthusiasm. The proper place for cats is the cellar 1 or the barn. It’s these foolish women - who haven’t anything better to do who make a fuss oyer a lot of pampered cats.” But Helen was so glad that Warren ‘ would go that even this attitude did ; not dampen her ardor. It was just 9 when they reached the exhibition hall. The poultry show was downstairs, and the} 7 entered amid a chorus of crowing roosters. “Cats in the Concert hall!” read a large sign over the stairs. Helen had seen this sign before, but ! it had not struck her as comical. But . now Warren almost exploded. “Cats in the Concert hall!” he roared. “That’s a lovely sign!” “Why, dear, I don’t see anything very funny in that.” “You don’t? You DON’T? Oh, ■well, you never had any sense of humor. ‘Cats in the Concert hall!’ I say that’s RICH!” “But, dear, what else COULD they say? This IS the Concert hall and the cats are here,” said Helen seriously, ■ still not seeing any humor in the sign, j But just then Mrs. Stevens sighted them and made her way over through ! the crowd. “Oh, I am so glad you came,” cordial- , ly shaking hands with Warren. “Your i kitten is receiving all kinds ol | honors.” As she led the way towards Pussy i Purrmew’s cage, she paused before j that of a large pure white Persian cat with a cageful of prize ribbons and trophies. “This is Pridce Edward! I want you to see him. They say-he’s worth $3,000.” J , “Three thousand dollars!” mused ; Warren. “Imagine $3,000 walking along your back fence! It’d give me the cold shivers every time I’d see him disappearing over to the neighbor’s yard.” “Oh, THESE cats never walk the back fence,” laughed Mrs. Stevens. “Well, I wouldn’t trust them if they had the chance. The three-thousand-dollar and the alley brand are pretty ! much of the same kind of cat.” “Oh, here’s Pussy Perrmew!” exclaimed Helen. “Isn’t she dear?” as the kitten rose and rubbed against the cage the moment she heard Helen’s voice. “Oh, you’ve got your collar ! all awry. There!” opening the cage I door and adjusting the bow of red [ satin that adorned her neck. “You see, j Warren,” pointing proudly to the blue ' ribbon; “the first prize in the kitten I class.” “And there were a great many kit- i tens entered this year,” said Mrs ■ Stevens. “But I knew all along she would win.” , And Warren, manlike, when any- ■ thing belonging to him is distinguished.] by some mark of merit, was now ! prompt to share the credit. “Yes,” patting the kitten condescendingly, “we’ve got a pretty decent cat here. Seems to have stood up pretty well against the others, didn’t she?” And Helen was too proud and toe happy to mark the inconsistency. Pastor Was Surprised. The pastor of a church in this city went to call on orie of his parishoners who lived in a single room in a clubhouse. He rapped on the door. There was no answer for a moment and then a rather suppressed voice said: “Wait a minute. I can’t let you ir now—but wait a minute.” He waited. After what seemed several minutes he heard the voice again: “Now stand up close to the door, and when I open it come in as quickly as you can.” It was the pastor’s first call, and he began to wonder what sort of Black Hand society or bombmaking club he was to visit. His worst fears seemed about to realize, for as the door was opened he was met by a streaming red light and an evil smell. “Hurry,” said the host, “or you’ll spoil the plate. That lamp always smells like hell.” Then he glanced up and saw who the man was who had invaded his darkroom.—lndianapolis News. The Season. “There are not so many talented people in the world, after all,” said the pessimistic one. "Perhaps,” replied the optimist, “but just about now the majority are gifted.” The Result. He —You will object to a telephone meter in the house, my Hear. She—Why will I? He—Because It will check your flow of conversation.

NARRATIVE FROM HOLY LAND Contributor to London Watch Dog Relates Amusing Stories of Turkish Post Office Officials. I have received a rather delightful fiarrative from a correspondent in the Holy Land, says a contributor te the London Watch Dog. He went into the post office and asked for ten post cards. “But, honored sir,” said the ’Turkish [ official, “why should you carry on your correspondence with cards? You can I write at greater length in a letter. Be- ! sides, every one can read what you say on post cards.” "I have very little to say, and they suit me better. Kindly give me ten.” "But, dear worthy sir, you are not | of those poor people "Who have to use ( post cards. Rather write a fine long letter.” “Will you or will you not give me ten post cards?” “Honored sir, I would willingly give them to you, but I cannot.” “Why on earth not?” "Because I have none. I have had none since the week before last. If you really insist upon having some, you will have to go to Joppa for them, 70 miles away.” This reminds my correspondent of a ; visit he once paid to a post office in j Damascus to ask for letters. “But, rei spected sir,” said the postmaster, “you ' had some letters only last week, and i now you are asking for more.” His Simple Excuse. The judge—The court is informed : that you haven’t worked for years. The Culprit—lt is true, judge. The Judge—You have neglected your family, at the same time insisting that your wife and sons should support you. The Culprit—True again, judge. The Judge—Well what’s your explanation? i The Culprit—lt’s very simple, your : honor. I agree with Dr. Woods Hutchinson that four hours’ work a day is enough for any man—and by not working now I’m trying to undo the mischief I did so many years by working overtime. THEY FIX PIPES. / a-Wfej IBi feftli OSLI' i The Sergeant—Call in a doctor to that prisoner. The Lieutenant —Why? The Sergeant—He has pipe dreams. The Lieutenant—Then you’d better get a plumber. j > , J Remember the Accent. “Queen Mary,” said the teacher to the class in the history lesson, “loved France so much that she declared the word Calais would be found written oil her heart after she was dead.” Pausing a moment, the teacher looked at a boy steadily. “Jimmy Smith,” she said, “you were oat listening.” “Oh, yes, I was,” Jimmy replied. “Well, what did Queen Mary say would be found written across her heart?” “Kelly,” was Jimmy’s triumphant re-ply.—Tit-Bits. A Philanthropic Impulse. “My poor man,” said the kindly old gentleman. "Both arms gone and one a iegmissing!2 If I were a rich man I would gladly give you $100.” "Oh, sir!” cried the beggar. “You overwhelm me!” “But, alas! I’m not a rich man and Pll be poorer yet by the time Santa Claus gets through with my pocketbook. Here’s a nickel. Such a Jolly Time. The artist and his young wife had fust returned from their honeymoon, when a friend dropped in and found them laughing over something. "Whatever are you two laughing over?” said the visitor. "Oh, it was jolly,” said the wife. “My husband painted and I cooked, and then we both guessed what the Ihings were meant for."

AMUSING STORY BY MIZNER Picks Up What He Supposed Was Young Lady’s Glove, but it Was Her Bathing Suit. Addison Mizner, in an address on menticulture, said in Chicago: "Ours is a frivolous land, but it is nothing like so frivolous a land as Belgium. I’ll never fbrget my first visit to the bathing beach at Ostend. “On every side I saw. young girls in boys’ bathing suits —tight, flimsy, onepiece suits, sleeveless and skirtless. These young girls wore no stockings. Ah they sauntered to and fro on the white and sunlit beach, they looked —I frankly admit it —charming; but what a frivolous view of life, what a neglect of menticulture, their dress indicated.” < Mr. Mizner smiled. “A .young lady, beautifully clad in a Poiret gown,” he said, dropped something as she passed me on the Ostend ;sands. I picked it up and hurried after her. “‘Pardon, mademoiselle,’ I said in my best French, ‘but you have dropped your glove.’ “She took the tiny object, and, smiling and blushing, she replied: “ ‘Merci, monsieur; but this is not my glove, it is my bathing suit.’” MEAN. The Ancient Maid —I want a husband who is easily pleased. The Younger Maid —I daresay that is the kind you will get. The End of the Honeymoon. It was along toward the waning of the honeymoon that this dialogue took place: , “Are you sure that you love me as much as ever?” ' “Perfectly sure.” “And you will never, never love anybody else?”. “Never, never.” “Is there anything you wouldn’t do to make me happy?” “Nothing within the bounds of reason.” “Aha! I thought so! You have begun to reason. The honeymoon is over.”—Plain Dealer. His Belated Confession. “Father,” asked the boy, “do you believe there is a cipher in Shakespeare’s plays?” “I didn’t think so when I was a young man,” said the old tragedian pensively, “but I began to suspect it years ago, and now I know it Yes, there’s a cipher in Shakespeare, my boy—and I’m the cipher!” All His Life. “You’re a pretty old man to be begging?” said the lady at the back door. “Yes, ma’am,” said the wanderer. “How long have you been begging?” “I dunno, ma’am.” “You don’t know how long you’ve been begging?” “No, ma’am; you see ? I don’t just know how old I really am, ma’am!” The Test. Billy—Huh! I bet you didn’t have a good time at your birthday party yesterday. Willie—But I did. Billy—Then why ain’t you sick today? Helping Along. Church —It is said a tea made of the leaves of the “laughing plant” of Arabia puts the partaker into a hilarious humor for an hour or so. Gotham —I only wish we could get some for our club dinner tomorrow night. “Why?” “You’re going to make one of your funity speeches, aren’t you?” | The Extreme. “Old Moneybags was the quintessence of meanness.” “How so?” “He lived for years after he married his pretty young wife, and to cap the climax, died just as she had supplied herself with a complete imported wardrobe of the newest Parisian styles.” Explained. "How do you explain the peculiar actions of that suffragette?” “There’s a man in the case.” “But she’s married." “Two men.” —Judge. By Way of Contrast.’ Patron in Restaurant (who has waited 15 minutes for his soup)—Waiter, have you ever been to the zoo? Waiter—No, sir. Patron —Well, you ought to gc You’d enjoy watching the tortoise whiz past—Lippincott’s. • The Difficulty. "Mrs. Bragg thinks that son of hers is the salt of the earth.” "I don’t: he’s too fresh.”

.Clean Money. United States Treasurer McClung has recommended in his annual report that congress provide additional facilities for exchanging old and defaced United States paper currency for new. Asserting that there is a widespread interest which advocates a cleaner and more sanitary currency, he says that the sentiment is a laudable one and should be attainable because the expense is but a trifle compared with the beneficial results. It has been demonstrated that bacteria attach themselves readily to paper money, and there is no doubt that disease is thus disseminated. Mr. McClung’s crusade for a clean currency ought to find prompt and sympathetic response. Not Original. Author —This story is the child of my brain. Editor —Then it ft an adopted child.

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