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Show I I SEEMS LIFE WMU MUM WMWS- i Ge- vfyl Ii John Henry on Snapshots. 1 r HEN Aunt Martha gave jy friend wife that newfangled new-fangled camera at Christmas I had a hunch that the dealers in photographic supplies sup-plies would be joyously shrieking shriek-ing the return of good times and hotfooting it to the bank with the contents of my wallet. Peaches just grabbed that camera and went after everybody every-body and everything: in the neighborhood. She took about 800 views of Uncle Peter's country home before be-fore she discovered that the camera wasn't loaded properly, which was tough on Peaches, but good for the bungalow. Like everything else in the world, picture pinching from still life depends entirely on the point of view. ilf your point of view is all right it's an easy matter to make a four-dollar doghouse look like" the villa of a Wall street broker at Newport. Ten minutes after friend wife had been given the camera she had me set up as a statue all over "Uncle Peter's lawn, and she was snapping at me like a Spitz doggie at a peddler. T sat for two hundred and nineteen pictures that forenoon and I posed for every hero in history from William the Conqueror Con-queror down to Dr. Cook, with both feet in a slushy little snowbank snow-bank representing nearly-the-north-pole. But when she tried to coax me to climb up on a limb of a tree and stay there till she got the picture of me looking like an owl, I swore softly in three languages, lan-guages, fell over the back fence and ran for my life. When I rubbershoed it back that afternoon friend wife was busy developing her crimes. The proper and up-to-date caper ca-per in connection witty taking snapshots these days is to buy a developing outfit and upset the household from pit to dome while you are squeezing out pictures pic-tures of every dearly beloved friend that crosses your pathway. path-way. Friend wife selected a spare room on the top floor of Uncle Peter's home, where she could await developments. A half hour later, ghostly noises began to come from that room and mysterious whisperings whisper-ings fell out of the window and bumped over the lawn. When I reached the front door 1 found that the gardener had gone, the waitress was' leaving and the cook was telephoning for a policeman. "Where is Mrs. Henry?" I asked Mary, the cook. "She is still developing," said Mary. "What has she developed?" I inquired. "Up to the present time she lias developed your uncle's temper tem-per and she has developed your aunt's appetite, and a couple of bill collectors developed a pain ebg With both feet in a slushy little snowbank representing nearly-the-north-pole. in the neck when she took their pictures, and if things go on in this waj' I think this will soon develop into a foolish house," said Mary, the cook. A half hour later, while I was hiding behind the pianola in the living room, not daring to breathe above a whisper for fear I would get my picture taken again, friend wife rushed in exclaiming, ex-claiming, "Oh, joy! Oh, joy! John, I have developed two pictures!" pic-tures!" I wish you could have seen the expression on Peaches's face. In order to develop the films a picturesque assortment of drugs and chemicals has to be used. Well, friend wife had used them. A silent little stream of wood alcohol was trickling dowil over her left ear into her Psyche knot, and on the end of her nose about six grains of extract of potash was sending out signals, of distress to some spirits of turpentine which was burning on the top of her right eyebrow. Something dark and Jingering like iodine had given her chin the double cross and her apron looked like the remnants of a porous plaster. Her right hand had red, white, green, purple and magenta marks all over it, and her left hand looked like the Fourth of July. "John!" she yelled. "Here it is ! My goodness, I am so excited! excit-ed! See what a fine picture of you I took!" She handed me the picture, but all I could see was a woodshed wood-shed with the door wide open. "A good picture of the woodshed," wood-shed," I said ; "but whose woodshed wood-shed is it?" "A woodshed !" exclaimed friend wife; "why, that is your face, John. And where you think the door is open is only your mouth." I looked crestfallen, and then I looked at the picture again, but my better nature asserted itself it-self and I made no attempt to strike this defenseless woman. Then she handed me another picture and said, "John, isn't this wonderful?" I looked at the picture and muttered, "All I can see is Theo- dore, the colored gardener, walking walk-ing across lots with a sack of flour on his back." "John, you are so stupid," said friend wife. "How can you expect to see what it is when you are holding the picture upside up-side down?" I turned the picture around, and then T was quite agreeably surprised. "It's immense!" 1 shouted. '"It's the real thing, all right! Why, this is aces! I suppose it is called 'Moonlight on Lake Champlain?' Did this one come with the camera or did you draw it from memory ?" "The idea of such a thing," friend wife snapped. "Can't you see that you're holding the picture the wrong way? Turn it around and you will see what it is." 1 gave the thing another turn. "Gee whiz!" I said. "Now I have it! Oh, the limit! You wished to surprise me with a picture of the sunset at Governor's Govern-or's island. How lovely it is! See, over here in this corner there's a bunch of soldiers listening lis-tening to what's cooking for supper, sup-per, and over here is the smoke from the gun that sets the sun I like it!" Then my wife grabbed the picture out of my hands and burst into speech. "Why do you try age my efforts to be ml she volleyed and tflfl "This is a picture nfl ing Mrs. Mclvaine's your amis, and I thinm If fectly lovely even ii U is the only intelligent I the picture." When the exercisesSf T. inquired casually, "w dear, where are theH 219 pictures you snB "Only these two cariM because, don't you sejj amateur yet," was m back. 'ViPc Then she looked loM, the result of her day'sW began to peel some-bM of magnesia off herj$ with the nut cracker.;M "Only two out of Wf think you ought to cam-shot cam-shot instead of a sriaL ; whispered, after I hMr" behind a sofa. flf She went out of m, without saying a woj took out my pocketMjcul looked at it wistfullyM (Copyright, VJ14, by the MrSfe paper Syndicate. All staLjlj malic rights reserved by'W |