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Show e Sof Miss Fannie, our nosey neighbor, was over to see me again yesterday. yester-day. She hasn't been around much since the time she claimed I beat my wife. I had a slight throat Infection and temperature. The doctor came, gave me a couple of injection-, and departed. Then, Miss Fannie arrived. ar-rived. She carried a steaming pot of chicken broth and an even 'steamier' poultice which she insisted in-sisted on slapping on my hairless chest. ; "Now, prop yourself up and I'll feed you your broth," says she. "Madam," says I sternly, "I am-perfectly am-perfectly capable of feeding myself if I liked chicken broth, which I don't." 1 "But you must keep up your : Strength. You look like you have one foot in the grave. And you with a nice little wife and two fine boys. Eat it, I say!" "No!" ; "You will, too," says she. She grabbed my nose and held on. i "Now open your mouth." I had to open my mouth to get some air. She shoved a spoonful of that broth down my throat. I swallowed and moaned.. My wife snickered. I controlled myself and murmured mur-mured to the wife, "Has the doctor put up the quarantine sign yet?" "No he hasn't," says the wife. "Quarantine! What quarantine?" Miss Fannie stammered. "Didn't you know," says I, innocent in-nocent like. "I've got chicken-pox." "Good heavens," screams Miss ; Fannie, "and I've never had it." She fled, leaving the chicken broth and one of her best soup plates. The wife fluffed up the pillows, ' tucked me in, and drew the blinds. "Have a good sleep," says she ! and pats my cheek. "My but you're getting to be an awful liar in your old age." "Just little white ones," says I. "I think He will understand." (If you have a Pet Peeve address ad-dress them to this column Community Com-munity Press Service, McClure Building, Frankfort, Ky.) |