(To be continued in the April number.)
A Trust-Buster
COBWIGGER—By the way, my dear, I haven’t seen anything of the gas bill this month.
Mrs. Cobwigger—Oh, Henry, it came over a week ago, but it was so much I didn’t dare show it to you for fear you would blame me for being extravagant. Here it is.
Cobwigger (looking at bill)—Hoppity-hornets! What a bill for a small family! I don’t blame you at all, my dear. It isn’t your fault; it’s this grasping corporation. But I’ll get ahead of them all right.
Mrs. Cobwigger—How can you?
Cobwigger—Pshaw! It’s just like a woman to ask such a foolish question. How am I going to get ahead of this monopoly? Why, tell the old gas company to take out its meter.
Mrs. Cobwigger—And then what will you do?
Cobwigger—Why, put in lamps and patronize the Standard Oil Company.