Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Mrs. Mothring, being busily engaged talking with Mr. Troth, said Yes, of course. Yes, said the professor, I'd like a doll's cradle.- All right, good bye. H Now, he said to Mr. Troth, we can have a nice quiet talk. But the fates decided otherwise, for a servant bringing in a card was closely followed by a pompous, bustling little man, who began breathlessly- Good afternoon, Mr. Goodwilly, its a very pleasant day out. Gentlemen, continued Mr. Small, for this was his name, according to the card, have you thought of the issue at stake in the present election? Have you thought how like a huge wave we are, either triumphant, bearing the ship of state on our back, like a boy on a camel, and laughing in our sleeves at the other party, who snarl at our heels like an angry dogg or else letting the ship of state fall out of our arms into-into-. Gentlemen, you must see the force of my remarks? But, said Mr. Goodwilly, endeavoring to interposeg but he was to be disappointed, for Hercules A. Small's pause was but to gain breath, and now he was off again. We must, I say, purify the politics of the country. It is only by the utmost efforts of all that this can be doneff Bboth of you know this, said Small, paying no attention to repeated interruptions, so I shall say no more of how we must push the ship of state along just as if we were ahorse, bearing in the wagon behind, a precious burden. Gentlemen, he continued, drawing himself up to his full height of five feet eight inches, I am he of whom you must have heard much recently. I am the Moses who will cleanse the Augean stables and scrub and clean the government till it shines like a tea set. Gentlemen, I am Hercules Atlas Small. I am a candidate for alderman in this Ward. If I am elected, I will make our city the lamp

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saw still another recitation of the virtues of a certain brand. Under these circumstances there was but one thing for the professor to do. Again calling Mrs. Mothring, he asked her to order a couple of r .i..a.T 52' , p bottles of each brand, ex- Z Z plaining to her that he , iifg p had been left guardian of fs . l i Oh! how nice she ex- ,I if.: -' 1 7 f ' f l claimed. ffriow I Shan 'ffl I ' -. 1 1 likghfhg asa? lgttie Jliolti' w '-.lvixpi , e epar e , u re urn- 'ii ed in a few minutes, bring- ly ii , ing in Mr. Troth, a mining l 3 pi engineer, an old school . X friend of the professor. il i Mr. Troth received a long WH 1 ,gf 1 i explanation of the event 'V J , Which was so sadly dis- an f' i p turbing the quietude of the X J professor's life. I-Ie listened if BHD' ' J' sympathetically and sug- t I gested that a cradle should , p ' Q-he be ordered. 3 , M , mi Sure enough, said llflr. .ll ff A ji Goodwilly, as he Went out WE - o n ,V to.the telephone to order i w. ' this necessary piece of fur- ' W ' . N niture. W- THE PROFESSOR. Give me three hundred sixty-six, please. - Yes, three, six, six.-Hello, who is this?-Yes, Will 'you please send a cradle up?-Why, I don't know What kind. Mrs. Mothring, did you say she Would be a doll?

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of the surrounding country and cover it with goodness as I shall my own pocket with-. Gentlemen, he continued hurriedly, it is upon these grounds that I demand the support of all good and true citizensfl Yes, yes, we are yours to command, replied the pro- fessor. - We are, indeed, echoed Mr. Troth. ff I thank you both, good day, and the politician left. The professor and Mr. Troth both settled back in their chairs completely exhausted. At last Troth mustered up courage to say, He's going to cover the lamp of the country with goodness. Say, Prof., old man, is goodness transparent or opaque? Heaven only knows. I'm sure I don't, replied the antiquarian, wearily. They sat in silence for a few minutes and were begin- ning to recover from their recent harrowing experience when the bell rang, and the professor went to the door himself. Outside was a man with a large bundle. This proved to be the flannel which was taken up stairs. Mr. Goodwilly opened the parcel and commenced to unroll the cloth. Soon there was but little of the professor left in sight except his head and shoulders and, what with cloth and paper and professor the corner was well hlled. And then before he was completely enveloped the bell rang again and Mrs. Mothring brought up a ridiculously small cradle. She was quite indignant at the professor's ordering a doll's cradle for a baby. But he meekly asserted that it could be used for Baby's dolls. We must get some toys for her, too, he continued. I suppose there will have to be dolls and houses, and horses and rattles and everything imaginable, he con- cluded with a sigh.