Salt Lake Telegram | 1904-11-15 | Page 4 | Bacheler's Tale of Woe, Six Girls Figuring

I Bidder's Tale of Woe, j Six Girls Figuring. I saBBSaBBBBBSHBlasBSBassaBEflasissBjaBjasasssast On general principles. It might appear that one man in a house with seven women would receive a goodly share of attention, and have little to complain of; but copious evidence Is furnished to j the contrary. j "We have had six girl cousins visiting us on their way to the St. Louis fair," said a good-looking bachelor "these lively young women do my mother a world of good, and I'm not here to complain com-plain of them, but when a fellow as old as I am has to turn out of his own, bedroom bed-room and sleep on a cot in the parlor, some queer complications arise. I've been late to business all this week on account of this new arrangement. When I get up In the morning I slip Into my bath robe and slippers, take my clothes on my arm and try to find a place to wash and dress. In the upper hall, if I. put my iand on mother's door knob, somebody squeals, 'Don't you come In here, Charlie.' "Then if I tap on my own room door, several voices ring out,' -Go away if that's you, Charlie you can't come in here yet'; or 'Just wait. Charlie, we'll be out In a minute." At he bathroom door I have the same hard luck, 'Oh; Charlie, is that you? You can't come in Just yet; we'll be through In a little bit.' "So I Jump around In a told hall." continued the injured bachelor, "and after about twenty minutts some girls fly past me, giggling and looking sideways side-ways at me; then I finxl a place to fret Into and make my belated toilet. I in always late to breakfast, of course, and the girls, with woman's usual - logic, have dubbed me 'Lazy Charlie." This morning one of the ungrateful creatures burst out laughing at the table ta-ble and said: " 'Do excuse me, cousin Charlie, but I do wish I had a kodak that I could take a picture of you In the hall in the morning. morn-ing. You do look so klllingly funny. Ranging around out there, in your funny fun-ny old bath robe, with your big bundle of clothes over your arm. and your nice old bald head shining out In the gloom.' i "Wasn't that sweet and grateful?" asked the abused man. "Those girl cousins chase my poor dog Fliparcund from pillar to post, too; and he doesn't know where to go any more than I do. With six girls in the house, though, perhaps I'm in fair luck that I don't have to dress out on the cold back porch." Louisville Courier-Journal.