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'A BEEP INTO ONE "GRE A? AMERICAN HOME"
BY JANE WHITAKER
John was decidedly peevish. He eyed tfie steak and German fried
potatoes with disgust
"If I didn't know any more about my trade than you do about yours,'
he said to his wife Fanny, "I wouldn't be working long. I can paint the
outside of a house, the'inside, do paper-hanging, calcimining, touching-up,
and all you know is how to fry steak and pork-chops."
Of course, Fanny might have replied that she was not receiving sixty
five cents an hour for her cooking knowledge, and therefore did not see why
she should' improve it, but Fanny had been married sufficiently long to
realize it .is best to humor husbands, so she said:
"I don't know what else to have, John. Beefsteak and pork-chops are
about the only meats you can rely on. We did have veal cutlet, but you
don t care especially for that, ana i
don't like to have corn-beef and cab
bage every day."
"Always excuses. That's a woman.
Suppose I told the boss I thought it
was nicest to do outside painting and
I wouldn't bother with anything
"My dear," Fanny said a little im
patiently. "I believe we have gone
through this argument until we only
need the squeak of a wornnout rec
ord to imagine you are a phonograph.
What is your idea of what y6u should
have to eat?'
"Well, in places where I workvl
see other women cooking fancy
things. They make fresh corn pud
"Of course, you realize there is no
green corn on the market for a cou
ple of months'yet "
"Aw, hush up," John snapped.
"What's the use of talking? Only I
won't come home for my meals if I
can't have something decent to eat."
Fanny watched him devour the
greater portion of the despised steak
while only a very .small piece was left
for her, and she reflected on the wis
dom of having.a special meal the next
night, or not encouraging his whims.
However, when anger-, parses
away, remorse takes its place, and
after John had gone to work in the
morning Fanny began to meditate on
a special meal.
It would have to be something
yery special to please him. T"hey had
roast chicken .every Sunday, so that
Finally she decided on a chicken
pie, a salad, mashed potatoes, French
peas and a lemon meringue pfe, and
spent the greater part of the day
The table did look very pretty at S
o'clock, when everything was pre
pared. Six o'clock passed by, but John's
footsteps did not sound in the hall, so
Fanny took the chicken pie out of the
oven and laid it on the top of the
stovp toward the back where it would
not burn. The peas she also put out
of harm's way, but the mashed po
tatoes could not fee kept warm except
by burning them.
However, she decided not to lose
her temper, becauserit would spoil all
of her work tof greet John with a. sour
Seven o'clock and he had not come.
Fanny no longer felt angelic. She
The pie smelled so good, and .she
was so hungry. At last, as the half
hour chimed, she decided to wait no
longer, but eat her own meal.
It was half past eight when John
came home. Not a sign of the'dinner
was visible. The. chicken, pie and the
lemon meringue pie had been put In
the pantry for Fanny's lunch the nex
day, also the peas and what remained
of the salad.
"I suppose I'm late," John, suggest-