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Show Failed to Work Somehow. Mr. Biilus has a theory that his wife it too indulgent to tramps and beggars. With a dimly defined purpose of teaching teach-ing her a lesson ho disguised himself the other day as an abandoned vagabond, boldly rang the bell at his own front door and inquired for Mrs. Biilus. "Have you any old clothes to give poor man, mum?" he asked in a loud, aggressive, but carefully disguised voice when the lady presented herself. Mrs. Biilus looked at the soiled, grimy, disreputable looking object lefore bet with some interest. Whether or not she suspected the genuineness of the mendicant mendi-cant is not certainly known, but she answered an-swered : "Nona that would fit you, my good man. My husband is a much smaller man than you arc," She shut the door in his face, and Mr. j Biilus made his way back to his office down town. "Darn it all:" he ejaculated, as he sneaked through a back alley, "I must have looked a thundering sight bigger, than I feel just now!" Chicago Tribune, |