“Look! What’s that?” exclaimed Mr. Bowser.
“It’s a newspaper; someone is poking it under the door,” she said, mystified.
He stooped and picked up the paper.
“Early edition of the Evening Clarion,” he said. “Look—it’s marked—right here.”
For a moment they bent their heads over the sheet.
Then Mrs. Bowser gave forth a heartrending scream that made the gray walls of the Quiet Room tremble; then Mr. Bowser cried aloud “Great Cæsar’s ghost!” and collapsed into a chair. Staring out in cold black type they saw:
Late News
Bowser Scion Christened
The infant son of Mr. and Mrs. J. Sanford Bowser, well-known publicity engineers, of Park Avenue, and Great Neck, L. I., was christened at noon today in the Church of Saint Jude the Obscure, by the Rev. James Russell Swiggette. The name given the infant was Smelly-Welly Dirt-devourer Bowser.
Mr. Bowser recovered just enough to moan, “Great Cæsar’s ghost—they got the memos mixed! They got the memos mixed!”