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SHE WEARIED HIM.

And There TTa» Another Little Boy On> of a Job.

The grocer’s new boy threw his delivery basket down in the corner with an injured air and remarked that the woman who had just moved into 87, around the corner, waa a regular crank. “How do you mean?” asked the grocer. “First thing she asked me,” said the boy, “was whether wc had any nice fresh eggs. They must be very, very fresh, she said, because she wanted ’em to put in cake.

“I told her eggs was doubtful this hot weather, but we had some very, very fresh eggplants, and how would they do? “She said they wouldn’t do at all, and then sue asked me if wo had any corn that was as green ns I was and the ears as well developed us mine. “I said Tes’m.’

“ ‘Well,’ she says, T want some for dinner, so bring half n dozen as .soon a« you can.’

‘“As soon ns wo can?’says i. ‘Do you want it canned?’ "She said she did not want it canned. Then she began to ask about watermelons. Did we have some that was ripe? I told her ‘Yes’m.’ “Was they on ice?

“No’m, they was on the sidewalk. “Would we put half of one on ice and bring it around at G o’clock?

“We would

“Would wc have the seeds taken out?

“With pleasure,

‘•All tight. Did we keep vichy water in siphons?

“Yes’m. “Was that on ice?

“No. But I told her we’d put half a siphon on ieo and bring it around at 6 o’clock with t he bubbles taken out if she’d say the word. “Then she said she guessed everything we had around bore was nice and fresh, but there was such a thing as being too fresh, and she believed she’d try the other store, so I needn’t bother. Yes, sir, that woman’s a crank.”

“Eddie,” said the grocery man as ht> slowly rolled the white paper around a pound of cheese, “my nephew will be here ijext week from Germany and I am going to give him your.job. Meanwhile I’ll try to get along without any little boy.” “You’ll have to,” said Eddie, “’cause Pm goin to leave.”—Detroit Free Press.

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Bibliographic details

Dunstan Times, Issue 2480, 10 May 1909, Page 3

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SHE WEARIED HIM. Dunstan Times, Issue 2480, 10 May 1909, Page 3

SHE WEARIED HIM. Dunstan Times, Issue 2480, 10 May 1909, Page 3