The Unhappy Home

Horowhenua Chronicle, 11 July 1916, Page 3

The Unhappy Home

• (By Walt Mason). Tired father to his home returns, all jaded bjy the stress and fra.y, to have the rest for which lie yearns throughout the long and toilsome day. His supper's ready, on the board as good a meal as e'er wat> sprung, a meal no worker coukl atford in olden times, when we were young, ile looks around with frowning brow, audi sighs "Ah, what a lot of junk I This butter never knew a cow, the coffee is extremely punk. You know 1 like potatoes boiled, and so, of course, you dish them tried; this poor old beefsteak has been broiled until it's 'tough as walrus hide. It (beats me, Susan, where you find such doughnuts, which resemble rock; these biscuits you no doubt designed to act as weights for yonder clock. ■ You couldn't fracture with a olub the kind ot sponge cake that you dieh; alas, for dear old mother's grub throughout my days I vainly wish." Then Susan burdened with her oares, worn out, discouraged, sad and weak, 6its down beneath the cellar stairs- and weeps in German, French and Greek. Alas, this poor unhappy soul, whose maiden dreams are aid a wreck! She ought to take a ten-toot pole and prod her husband in the neck.