THE SLACKER

Dominion, Volume 11, Issue 52, 24 November 1917, Page 7

THE SLACKER

She was stout, middle-aged, aud wary looking, and wjien she eiilered tho crowded Toronto surface car a slender youth sprang from his Bead. Tor a moment eho gazed disdainfully at tho civilian garb, looked belligerently at tho boyish figure—right hand etuck in pocket and .left wandering over the embryonic moustache—then in a loud voica she told her sentiments in regard to siackers. She talked long, and her sarcasm was shaTp and plentiful. Finally, hor breath failing, she dosed her tirade with an emphatic refusal to accept a seat from a slacker. The young man meantime had not changed his fact, from his easy posture, hand in pocket, one might havo thought he was trying to show insolent disregard. Then he spoke: "Madam, have you anyono fighting over tlicrer" ■Sho: heatedly replied tlmfc she had— brother, two nephews, nnd a' brother-in-law. "Do you wrile to Ihemr lije youn? man inquired. It was nono of his business she retorted. Then she admitted s'hVdi'd write "frequently."' "Well,- madam, the next tinif you write,..ask them if they can find my hand oTer there:" He drew out a danglin" Rleeve from the pocket. The hand had been cut off at the wrist.-"T!ife Argonaut." ... . .