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Show HE HATCHED TROUBLE. Judge. "Ala:" sighs the poor husband as his wife leaves the room and he picks himself out of the debris of the book Fhelves; "alas! what a goose I was to call her my little duck!" He buries himself in sorrowful reflections. re-flections. "Yes." he moans, "that was what started it all. At that time I did not know she was no spring chicken. I thought she was a bird." He rubs his ncse and fingers his ears gingerly. "I thought, when I asked her to share my nest," he "mutters, "that I would rule the roost." Thinking anew of the pok?r party to which he had been invited that evening, even-ing, and to which, because of circumstances circum-stances beyond his control, he was not going, he said: "What a Jay I was! No wonder she calls me an old pelican! And no wonder won-der the neighbors say I am henpecked!" He begins tearing his hair again, when his wife re-enters the room. The sight of him ruffles her. Come off the perch!" she naps. There is a limit to human endurance. That night he flew the coop. |