In
moodiness he went to work,
And moody he returned;
And
though his wife tried to be nice,
Her time of talk was spurned.
He
would not say a word to her,
Till by and by she took
A
flat from off the kitchen range,
Which in his face she shook.
Then
frightened he appealed to her,
“Don’t throw for love of Mike,
I
cannot talk to you because
I’m on a silent strike!”
Oct.
1, 1910
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