The Phonogram (1901-02)

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: : <1 ([ 52 THE PHONOGRAM the one. However, you don’t bluff me. I will now sing.** He drew a long breath and began. The first effect was on the cat. She had rather taken to the music of the Phonograph and purred over it, but as Mr. Bowser’s first notes rose on the air her eyes began to glare and her back to arch, and before the second line was ended she was ready to fight the battle of her life. Other things speedily followed. The cook came running up from the kitchen with the bread knife in her hand and a defiance of tramps in her eyes, and shouts of alarm from front and rear proved that the neighbors were wondering whether it was a cyclone or a cloudburst. Things became plain even to Mr. Bowser. He struck at the cat, jumped at the cook and ceased his song, and then he stood and glared at Mrs. Bowser a long minute before exclaiming s “ I’ll never forget nor forgive this if I live to be 10,000 years old !’* “But didn’t I warn you ?’* she protested. “ Warn me ! Do you mean to say I can’t sing in my own house—that my singing is not as good as yours or anybody’s else’s ? Didn’t I used to sing in a church choir? Haven’t they asked me to sing at the club? You simply put up a job on me. You have insulted your own husband. Your presence in this room for the rest of the evening can be dispensed with.” Mrs. Bowser went upstairs without a word. The cat started to go downstairs and out of doors, but changed her mind and stopped to see the thing out. The Bowser cat is like Mr. Bowser himself—full of per- versity. After the neighbors seemed to have settled down from their scare Mr. Bowser looked out of the front win-