THE UNHAPPY HOME.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 1578, 18 July 1916, Page 4

THE UNHAPPY HOME.

(By Walt Mason.)

Tired father to his homo returns, all jaded by the stress and fray, to have the rest for whieh he yearns throughout the long and toilsome day. His supper's ready, on the board as good a meal as e’er was sprung, a meal no worker could afford in olden times, when we were young. He looks around with frowning brow, and sighs, “Ah, what a lot of junk! This butter never knew a cow, the coli’ee is extremely punk. You know 1 like potatoes boiled, and so, of course, you dish them fried J this poor old beefsteak has been broiled until it’s lough as walrus hide. It beats me, Susan, where you lind such doughnuts, whieh resemble rock; these biscuits you no doubt designed to act as weights for yonder clock. You couldn’t fracture with a club the kind of sponge cake that you dish; alas, for dear old mother’s grub throughout my days I vainly wish.” Then Susan, burdened with her cares, worn out, discouraged, sad and weak, sits down beneath the cellar stairs and weeps in German, French and Greek. Alas, this poor unhappy soul, whose maiden dreams are all a wreck! She ought to take a ten-foot pole and prod her husband in the neck.