Andrews High School - Andronian Yearbook (Andrews, IN)

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I say, my dear Matilda. will you-I mean won't you-well, what I meant to say was that you're all alone and I'm all alone so we might just as well-that is, I figured u'e'd both be better off-Oh. shucksl I mean to say it's time for me to be leaving! Poor Widower Parsons, with a very red face, seized his Panama hat in confusion and retreated out of the back door without another word, noi' has he ever returned. for he can still see Matilda rock hack and forth with laughter to this very day. Short Notice XVhen Widow Perkins saw Widower Parsons coming down the road she looked mad as a hornet. and stepped to the back door, As she opened it she encountered Iilrs. Pickett, a neighbor woman, on the step in the act of knocking. Oh. my! You scared mel exclaimed Mrs. Pickett, I didn't hear you coming to the door. Knock, knock, knock, came from the front of the house. Oh, you're getting company, I'll het. I must run hack home. said Mrs. Pickett. No. it's nobody but Mr, Parsons. the widower, who is collector for the meat market down town: I told that man down there at the shop that I would pay him Saturday. Come on in and maybe he won't ask for the money now. Good morning. Mrs. IR-rkins, said thi- Widower Parsons. as the widow opened the door. Looks to me like you could tind a better niornin,Q than this, grutfly commented the widow, for the day was a dreary and misty one. Hut, anyway, didn't I tell that man I wouldn't pay him 'till Saturday? But, my dear Mrs. Perkins. I come as a messenger, not a collector. I hate that job myself, but then a person has to live. And what is the inf-ssagc? asked the good widow, her anger disappearing at once If you please, I would rather speak to you alone as your lawyer gave me orders to do so: he was called away by the sickness of his aged mother, who is seriously ill. said widower Parsons. Well, of all the nerve, exclaimed Mrs, Pickett, once she was out of doors and hearing distance. Fifteen minutes later. widower Parsons left the widow's house, with a much lighter step. That fellow sure has nerve, said Mrs. Pickett, on returning to the widows house. But he would have had no right to talk about the business he was on before someone else, said the widow. It was apparent that she was happier than usual and a little absent minded. I don't care, it was mean of him. Look here, whats the matter with you, one of your best dishes broken into althousand pieces, said Mrs. Pickett. XVell, that hill collector and I are going to get married to-morrow, smilingly cou- tided the widow. Hm'm, thought he came to see you on business, said Mrs. Pickett. Well, it came after the business and as we have been together quite often, I df.n't see that it's a sin. Ralph Cramer. Ffwly-Y'l1r'f'1'

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Widower Parsons' Last Call When Widow l'+-rkins saw Widow:-r Parsons 1-omina down the road she looked mad as a hornt-t and stepped to tht- hawk door, Sllv went on tht- verge of c-losing it and pulling down the shade, but upon seeing a pan of wats-r sitting on the table. she thought ot' a hotter method which shi- lit-lit-wal would end these unwelcome visits onve and for all. I c'an't for the life ot' me see why that man still persists in coming: here when l've hinted and done 1-'ferytliing hut tell him in plain words to stay home and mind his own business. He-'s making himselt' and me. too. the laughing stock of the wholf- nc-igrlihorhoodln thought Widow Perkins. .lust then Widower Parsons Caine round the house 1.-arrying a basket in his hand. These green onions will sure take Illatildas eye for they're the tirst ones this spring and as pretty as a pit-ture. l hope she's in a hetter humor tonight than she was yesterday. l'm going to ask her sure tonight! The widower was c-hucklina and on the whole was very well pleased with himself. He had dressed as he thought, most appropriately for sur-h a solemn ow-asion and was attired in his Sunday suit. wore his stiff white tum-kt-rl shirt for the tirst time since his wedding day thirty-three years aao. and a white vvst whit-h he had run ac-ross while runnnaging in a trunk. .X Panama hat, whivh he had heeii fortunate enough to sf-t-tire at an odd size sale last winter for fifty-nine ce-nts. adorned his head and he thought it very hecominrz to him eveii though it was two sizes too small for his head. Last hut not least of his attire. was a c-elluloid t-ollar. very high and large enonah tor his 1-hin to peacefully repose within. and a brand new. dazzling red necktie that he had houzht as a hargain for only thirteen vents. The widowf-r's hair was ye-ry long: hut he felt sure that Widow lwirkins would overlook that flaw, sinve otherwise he pri-sented snr-h a liandsonit- appeararivv. .lust as Widowt-r Ezra Parsons turned the t-orner to asc-end the hack stairs, a pan of water t-ame dashing into his t'at-tu Down went the onions and his Panama hat! Thu poor widower c-ouldn't at-t his hrt-ath for some time hut when he did his first thought was tor his rod tie, For the loyt- oi' Mikel sputtered Ezra. Iwo ruined my new tn-. Streams ol' red water were pouring down his white- shirt and rest. The widower didn't know there c-ould he so mum-h red in a tie. llc then 4-aught a glimpse of the widow standing in the doorway smiling. Oh that's all right. Matilda! That's all right! Ezra assured hor while wipins tho water from his far-e and Clothes with a large red handkercliiet', Accidents will happen to the hest of ns. Well of all things! thought Widow Perkins, he-r smile quit-kly fading when she found him in sur-h a good humor. 'tl shall tvll him this very night to stop hotlioring me and to stay at home! l'ye hrought you some green onions. Matilda, said Ezra, picking them up from the ground. I never would bear those things! shortly replied Widow Perkins. llon't like onions? Wt-ll. that's too had. Thi- widower strode up on the porvh and into the kitt-hon wht-re he made himself quite at home. Nitro day, wasn't it? lielievv wt-'ll have lallinsz we-atlit-r, though for my rheu- matism is hotln-ring mo some-thing Iierrt-. Ezra sank t'onit'ortaltly hack into his rock- ing, 4-hair. Thi- widow, liowt-yor, who was husily darnina. nmde no reply. How are your potatoes growing, Matilda? l saw you hoeing in them most ot' tho day. lloving is awful hard work, espot-ially for a woman suvh as you. What you nvod is a good roliahlt' man. Tho widow thought that at't'airs were getting very humorous and amusing and when slit- gglaiiwtl over at Widower Parsons. could not help from smiling at his droll and dilapidated appearance, Ezra saw the smile and was greatly out-otiragvd hy it. Fo! I i'- 'l':t-if

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