Out-jump of steam, cooked coal & atmosphere suppress me backwards with such rapidity that I hurricaned through 2 doors and 1 window, arriving in outside snow-bank on the seat of my stumach.
“What deed have you done now?” scram Hon. Mrs. from topside porch.
“Your furnace just discharged me,” I flop back disgustly.
“I congratulate him,” she narrate. Then she make earnest close-down to window, so there I sat surrounded by frost.
Hoping you are the same,
Yours truly,
Hashimura Togo.
IV
Togo and the “Weak-Enders”
To Editor Good Housekeeper Magazine, who know how to make home beautiful by staying there,
Dear Mr.:—There are a vacant place to be obtained for bright Japanese Gen. Houseworker at home of Mrs. & Mr. Jeremia Spiggott, Flag Wave, Pa. That vacancy are where I am not now working. It surprise me. This are how it happen.
During breakfast-table last Fryday Hon. Mr, Spiggott look uply from Pittsbug news-reading and say with voice, “Mrs. and Mr. Wm. H. Axweilder shall be here tomorrow p.m. for slight weak-end visitation.”