October, 1917 



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Around the Office - Continued 



top of as many of them as she didn 't get 

 snarled up in the fish line, and set all sail 

 with them and one bean pole downi the 

 middle of the street on which I live, a 

 modest and generally law-abiding citizen. 

 The tomato patch she had taken on, to 

 gether with the bean pole, slowed her up a 

 little by this time, and the neighbors could 

 see it was nw cat. So it happened that the 

 last thing I just now saw on the street was a 

 female uprising of my neighbor folks, and 

 old Mother Stickin, secretary of the local 

 Society of Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. 

 ])awing the air and shouting: "Horrid 

 brute to ' can ' that poor innocent cat that 

 way— I'll teach him, so I will!" Think of 

 it!! All that on top of the true condition 

 of affairs in my home, garden and wife! 

 Whj' shouldn 't Job and I sit down side by 

 side and cry out for a place where ' ' the 

 wicked cease from troubling and the weary 

 be at rest?" We should. And why isn't 

 the way of the man who writes "Around- 

 the-Office" hard? It is hard — this article 

 proves it. (P. S.- — -Benny Peters, a neighbor 

 l)oy, has just come in to my editorial palace 

 with what he says he thinks is my fishing- 

 tackle; for Benny keeps track of fishing- 

 tackle in this neighborhood. The hook had 

 about a half ounce of pink fresh meat on it. 

 and he says the other end of the line was 

 tangled on a bean pole that was stuck fast in 

 their front gate. He says he doesn't know 

 who baited the hook that way, tho.) (Later. 

 — From one-third to four-fifths of this story 

 is true and I can prove it.) 

 * » * ^ 

 If the close and compact reasoning sub- 

 mitted above has not convinced the reader 

 why Job in his era and I in mine regard the 

 conducting of an "Around the Office" col- 

 umn as a friend-losing business, then here's 

 more evidence. In the September Glean- 

 ings, so good a man as Mr. A. I. Koot gets 



on my trail for the way I reported his meth- 

 od of routing squash bugs in whole battal- 

 lions by putting squshed bugs on the leaves. 

 He avers that ' ' a very determined hand- 

 picking ' ' was in the recipe and that I sup- 

 pressed this important element in giving di- 

 rections for wholesale decimation of squash 

 bugs by fright. I knew of the ' ' very deter- 

 mined hand-picking" method quite early in 

 life, but was always some short on deter- 

 mination in the matter, and so welcomed the 

 squshed-bug-on-the-leaf discovery almost 

 wildly — as I would any other sure promoter 

 of leisure. Now, while I don 't want to get 

 "Uncle Amos" hostile to me, I can't help 

 wondering if, as he says, victory in the 

 squash and melon patch comes only with a 

 ' ' hand-picking ' ' every few hours along with 

 the squshed-bug-on-the-leaf practice, how a 

 fellow can tell whether both parts of the 

 recipe are working full up. I left hard 

 labor out of it and hain 't got any squash 

 vines and hain 't had since about July 1. 

 So I got it into my thick head that the 

 squshed-bug part of that recipe might not 

 always be working, or might be intermittent. 

 But * ' Uncle Amos ' ' wasn 't mean about it — 

 he never is about anything. It's Stancy 

 Puerden in her food page that wants to twit 

 on facts, and that isn 't considered gentle- 

 manly. She wants to know about my early 

 potatoes and my calling in the neighbors to 

 see the first tremendous ones dug. She 

 knows that 's mean, for everybody around 

 here is now fully apprised of the fact that 

 I had early potato vines fully five feet high, 

 and that when I called in a few neighbors 

 to witness the ceremony of taking a peck 

 out of each hill, there was nary a potato 

 in the whole dumfudded patch — all gone to 

 tops. I merely said: "Why, isn't that 

 strange and also real disappointing! Dear 

 me!" That's what I said while the Roots 

 and other nice neighbors were present. 

 When I had dismissed the meeting, I had a 

 real heart-to-heart talk with that potato 



