II HON. BABY AND WHAT TO DO WITH HIM
II HON. BABY AND WHAT TO DO WITH HIM
To Editor Woman’s Page, who was once a Baby, but has got over it.
Dear Mr. Sir:
I have now released myself from Patriot’s Bluff, Ohio, where I took considerable experience away with me. There I done home-work for Mr & Mrs Henery M. Bushel & child for delicious cheapness of wages, thank you. When I approach this Bushel home 2 weeks formerly from now, Hon. Mrs (refined lady with wealthy golden tooth) look severely at my Japanese humility.
“Togo,” she narrate, “this house contains the brightest, most valuable & booflest Hon. Baby in all world.”
I attempt to look surprised. “Mrs Madam,” I say gradually, “I have worked already at 13½ places which also contained the brightest, most valuable & booflest Hon. Baby in all world. How could it? Did them other places all have same baby?”