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BADIN BULL
IN THE SCHOOL SHOPS. THIS IS WHERE WORK BECOMES GOOD FUN
for the Blzzells. My dear, she positively
cackled—there isn’t any other word for
it. And her with that speckled com
plexion, too, and bumble feet from shim
mying around at all hours with some of
those wild young Maple Street pullets,
that haven’t done a day’s scratching
since their coming out. I don’t under
stand what the men can see in her.
Mike always admired the blond type
like me. medium height and all. You
know, with all my trouble, I still have
my figure. Bill Wyandotte told me it
makes ’em all take a second look; but
you can’t believe half what those Hen
derson Avenue birds tell you. Bill has
been so nice to me since Mike’s death—
I’m really getting fond of him. My Dear.
He has the cutest comb, and it keeps
getting Into his eyes in the most ador
able manner. I just long to be brushing
it back; but folks talk so about widows.
I tell Bill he needs someone to look after
him; but he says he doesn’t need anyone
to look after him when I am in front of
him. Isn’t he the silly old dear? I hear
they are doing some painting and re
modeling up and down the street, and
we may have some new families in, and
lose some of our old friends. I am satis
fied with my old place and my own bid
dies, if it weren’t for poor Mike. This is a
nice apartment. Dear; tho I could do with
another room sometimes when visitors
come—the children are Into everything,
you know. Still, I’m glad we don’t have
the new style trap nests. I never could
get accustomed to them. They must be
so embarrassing to sensitive natures
like mine. I don’t believe in making
capital out of one’s talent that way, do
you, Dear? As it is now, I feel so silly,
and blush and stammer like a perfect
ninny every time anyone comes in and
finds me on the nest with some old rag
of a house dress on. And just
imagine not being able to get out when
one wanted to, and having one’s eggs
counted, and so on. Of course some of
those bold Henderson Avenue society pul
lets just glory in that sort of thing. They
are just the kind that will answer adver
tisements, and write testimonials saying,
‘Since trying one package of “Make ’Em
Lay” my feathers are coming in a beauti
ful creamy white, I feel years younger;
and Dr. Rainey (the man I work for)
has bought two new inner tubes and a
baby boy with his egg money’—Just to
j?et their pictures in The Poultry Journal.
1 don’t mind Minnie Minorca. She has
some nice ways, altho I do think Dr.
Rainey gives her a shot of hop or some
thing, to make her lay as much as she
does; but I just can’t stand the Rhode
Island Red set. They say that they use
henna, and paint up something scanda
lous. You know how frightfully they
were made up when we saw them that
morning I introduced you to the Early
birds—picking their teeth publicly; and
you know they don’t know what a nail
file Is. They are so different from Bill
Wyandotte. His picture was in The Poul
try Journal and The Country Gentleman,
in connection with an article about
his family. Honestly, Dear, Isn’t he Just
the best-looking old thing you ever laid
your eyes on? And not at all uppish
about being so prominent socially. And
white is so becoming to a middle-aged
rooster, don’t you think? Such a cul
tured look, you know—but Bill was col
lege bred, and he would have that any
how. Listen, Dear; have you heard about
some of those rowdy Book hens coming
home In a beastly state the other even
ing? Quite all pipped to the ninth hole.
I heard they had been hanging i
the Giersch-Pannill back yard. Yoi
Giersch bought scuppernong gra
the hugest quantities, and there
telling what he has been doing witb
1 know I took a few pecks at som
in a jar over there one day, and i
me the queerest feeling. I felt so
and wobbly, and started home s
“I'm a Jazz Baby;” and you knoi
I loathe ragtime and common mus:
came along about that time. H
furious after he smelled my •
Threw away his cigar, took my win
helped me home—wouldn’t say a
When we got home, he looked at
funny, and made me promise not
drinks that I didn't know anything
Girlie, it wasn’t my fault, because
over there with one of those A
boys who stays with Parks, and I
me to do it. T know he is a fast s
a bird, but I didn’t think he wouW
advantage of a widow with
chicks to look after. Bill bas
several fights with Ancona sinc«
forbade him to come over on Tal'
Avenue any more. They are a
lot, anyhow; that ratty looking
sbi
sis^
his certainly has no modesty.
her tall bobbed, and tells everyo®®
it Is on account of the flu
feathers drop out; and you kno'^
because she Is too dumb to ^
moult properly. I think graceful
e >
ss'
. cir
appear attractive under the ^
stances. You know I met Mike
Ing time, and I know I looked *
but the old dear Just would
around. Bill says since seeing ^
moulting time he believes it t** t,]
-•
ing is an accomplishment to
of, don’t you. Dear? It Is so
than fine feathers to make
Bill says. ‘You got to have
hang the feathers on; and be ,
Kid. you’ve got it.’ Here he
—oh. Bill—good bye. Girlie- ^ q '
Averages for the Se*
Badin Club Batting
AB
Rees
90
If. Austin
9
Smith
62
Vount*
.38
Wajfner
91
Stratton
T'*
Norwood
50
T. Vann
.71
Winecoff
8
Swift
20
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