“I obey!” was reply for me. So with all the Japanese courage I could demand from my ancestors, I turn Hon. Car through front fence, over vegetable garden, across clothes line. When I arrive to garage I put Hon. Car in very neatly, but Hon. Garage refuse to remain standing where he was, but followed in several fractions. 26 feet further on, Hon. Ottomobile, cursing like enraged kangaroos, lep over that cyclone and fall dead in heap of splinters. Nothing alive remained except a few wheels, pandemonium and me. As soonly as my intellectual mind got back in place, I sat up, determined to see Hon. Mrs about resigning from that dangerous housework. But she saw me previously. “Togo!” she glub, “how dares you make this rumpage when I spend one whole week teaching you how to start ottomobiles?” “If you had spent another week teaching me how to stop him, I should be less scattered,” were bright reply from me. So I remove my derby from around my neck & limp offwards feeling like tonsilitis. Hoping you are the same Yours truly, _Hashimura Togo_. XV A PICNIC PARTY _To Editor Home & Lady Page who enjoys fresh air best when slightly cooked_: Hon. Dear Sir:-- Why should tame folks wish to be wild when they are getting along in nice candition without any Nature around? I ask to know. Hon. Mrs Horse W. Snow, by who I was discharged away recently, might still nourish me in her house if it was not for fresh air subject I tell you about: This Hon. Snow family reside in Trenton, N. J., where they live. Hon. Mrs Snow have got two (2) complete twins, Frederick & Ederick, age 4 yrs. old each. Hon. Horse W. Snow have got asthma. So every one enjoys affliction in his own way. Last Fryday, when I was in Hon. Kitchen manufacturing pies by baking it, Hon. Mrs approach up to me & explan, “Togo,” she say it, “do you unstand picnics?” “What kind of Gen. Housekeeping are that?” I ask to enquire. “It are the only kind what can be did outdoors,” she report. “How do you make a picnic?” are next question for me. “Picnics can be manufactured by following recipee,” she snuggest: “1st:--Fill an ottomobile with children, pie & other sandwitches; 2st:--Find a piece of Nature and set down on it with lunch; 3st:--Continue this programme until go-home time, then do so.” I listened with wrapped attention. “Cannot Nature be seen without taking lunch along?” I ask off. “I have no time to answer statistics,” she dib hashly. “To-morrow morning by early a. m. we depart away in ottomobile for find some soft place in Nature to sit on. I wish you prepare lunch of delicious hard-boiledness to include egg, chicken, more eggs, cake, some eggs, sandwitches & confused varieties of pie.” “I obey similar to soldiers,” in voice from me. “And don’t forget the eggs,” she reproach while eloping away.