~Universal Ike Gets a Line on His Wife~
~Louise Glaum & Harry Moody~
~The Sheriff Invites Ike's Wife to go Fishing.~
~From The Indianapolis Star~
May 25, 1914
Page 5
About the only thing that Ike could say in extenuation of his wife's short-comings was that she never
listened when he talked in his sleep and that her biscuits were quite harmless.
But despite these merits Ike was a sorely afflicted husband. Evelyn clung to the old-fashioned idea that it
is a husband's duty to work and provide a living for his wife, a notion that did not coincide with Ike's
conception of what constitutes one's right to liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
"Cheer up," consoled his friend, the sheriff. "Mine is just as bad. Wimin is all alike, Ike."
After this philosophical observation the sheriff started to inventory his domestic woes and the
deficiencies of his wife. The recital was no touching that Ike could have wept in sympathy.
"There's to be a picnic in Kerrer's woods this afternoon," concluded the sheriff "and my wife says I've got
to take her."
"Mine has been hintin' at the same thing," remarked Ike ruefully. "A picnic in Kerrer's woods is my idea of
no place to go."
"Shake!" cried the sheriff, extending his hand in an outburst of affliction husband's eager friendship for a
fellow sufferer. "I ain't goin'."
"Me neither," declared Ike in a dramatic fashion suggestive of a declaration of independence. "Tell you
what we'll do. The Fish is bitin' something fierce right now. Suppose we let the wives go picnickin' and
you and me go fishin'."
The sheriff gave the suggestion his vehement approval. "It will show the wimin folks we're still
independent," he declared. "It will give them a good lesson."
It was agreed that Ike should call for the sheriff at 2 o'clock and that, with fine disdain of wifely authority,
they should go fishing while the wives went picnicking. The idea appealed to Ike so irresistibly that he
sang and jigged as he exchanged Sunday garb for toll-worn overalls. When Mrs. Ike acidly inquired what
his plans were Ike merely tossed his head haughtily, stepped out in the woodshed to get his fishing
implements in working condition, bought a supply of tobacco at the corner grocery and repaired to the
sheriff's residence.
But it appeared there had been some sort of misunderstanding, for the sheriff was not there.
"Harry left ten minutes ago," informed his wife. "He said he was goin' over to your place." There was a
hitch in her voice, and her eyes looked as if she had been weeping.
"That's queer," observed Ike. "Harry told me he would meet me here and go fishin' with me."
"He's a wretch!" sobbed the sheriff's wife. "He-he wouldn't go to the picnic with me, and-and I just know
he's up to one of his old tricks."
Ike tried to look sympathetic.
"And when he walked out he threw one of-one of my biscuits at me," pursued the sheriff's wife, bursting
into tears.
This time Ike went so far in his demonstration of sympathy that he took a gorgeous handkerchief from his
hip pocket and assisted her in the task of whisking away her tears. He was already angry witht the sheriff
for breaking his appointment, and tears, especially when shed by another man's wife and sprinkled at an
opportune moment can be wonderfully effective.
"Don't cry," he murmured softly. "Maybe he'll be back again."
"I never want to see him again!" she cried and again Ike's gorgeous handkerchief was brought into action.
"He's horrid-but I could have forgiven him anything if he hadn't thrown that biscuit at me"
Ike looked out the window to conceal his emotion. And what should be see but the radically and faithless
sheriff walking jauntily beside his wife-Ike's wife? He ground a terse sentiment between his teeth, but out
of respect for the grief of the woman beside him he did not call her husband's infamy to her attention.
"I was goin' fishin," he enlightened. "It's a nice day. Maybe you'd care to come along."
This time the sheriff's wife wiped away her tears without assistance and beamed upon Ike.
"I'll do it!" she cried. "Just to teach that brute a lesson."
Fifteen minutes later Ike and the sheriff's wife tripped down the path leading to the lake. The woman
entertained he companion with a recital of how mean and horrid a husband can be, and Ike ventured a
few elucidating remarks concerning his own domestic tribulations. When they reached the lake they
came to one of those perfect understandings for which divorce lawyers evince a fondness.
They sat down in the shadow of a tree and Ike threw out his tackle and waited for results.
"Where do you suppose Harry might be?" wondered the sheriff's wife.
"You can never tell about the likes of him," observed Ike mysteriously. "Durn him!" he muttered,
wondering whether Harry had taken his wife to the picnic. He was half tempted to confide to the woman
beside him what he had seen from the window.
"I don't care nohow," declared Harry's wife defiantly, her head tilted toward Ike's shoulder at a
disquieting angle. A jumble of thoughts and emotions throbbed in Ike's head. In his perplexity he did not
notice that the cork was bobbing up and down in great agitation.
"I thought I heard somebody talkin' - didn't you?"asked the sheriff's wife. "Mavbe it was my heart trying
to say things to you," ventured Ike boldly. Once he had read a story in which the hero said something like
that. The sheriff's wife blushed becomingly, and she slapped this arm in mock reproach.
"You mustn't say such things," she chided. And then she added "It's awful to be married to a man who
don't understand you."
Ike endorsed the sentiment emphatically. At that moment the cork shot downward violently and the
tackle was almost jerked from Ike's hand. He pulled at it furiously.
"That one must be a whopper," he observed, tugging at the string, which suddenly had evinced a violent
sidewise tendency. Excitedly Harry's wife rose to her feet to watch his struggles. The tackle was being
constantly jerked around a protruding ledge of rock and it required all of Ike's strength to keep it within
"It pulls like a whale," he muttered, and began to follow the tackle around the ridge. Harry's wife stepped
behind him. As she reached the top of the rock a little cry slipped from her lips, for on the other side, also
tugging at his tackle, stood her husband. And beside her husband stood Ike's wife.
The two men glared at each other. "Where you going with my tackle?" demanded Ike surlily.
"Guess they got caught. I thought I had catched a whale," murmured the sheriff.
The two women stared haughtily at each other. Then each approached her husband.
"I'll never nag you again - as long as I live," promised Ike's wife, nestling her head against her husband's
"I don't care if you never take me to a picnic," declared the sheriff's wife.
The two husbands looked at each other and laughed boisterously. "Let's all go to Kerrer's Woods,"
suggested Ike.

Written by Henry Barrett Chamberlin

Augustus Carney ...  Ike
Louise Glaum ... Evelyn  
Eva Thatcher ... The Sheriff's Wife
Harry Moody ... The Sheriff
Fred Hornby
~Remaining Credits~

Produced & Released by: Universal Film Manufacturing Company

Length: 1 Reel
Runtime: 10 Minutes
Released: May 12, 1914