Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1873-06-12
Spring BreeZes.

Coon, refreshing and gentle are the
brcczes that come tiower-kissed and sun
tempered on the wings of spring Within
doors the breeze of spring housekeeping
has stitiened into gale, while the mascu-
line portion Of the household bend in
humble submission to its unpleasant watt
lngs. During this storm the husband
comes home to find in place of his coy
rooms only bare floors, open windows, and
furniture that seems to have been fighting
What an incongruOus display! Bureaus
and Washstands clasp kobs with each other,
spittoOns and card-baskets lie down to-
gether in the base of an inverted hat-rack,
tables sprawl their legs in the air, and OF
tomans seem possessed with ubiquity.
The desk is in the background, with a
fOrtitication of sofa, sideboard, chair, and
clock built up around it. Now, of course
this desk is the very thing the lord of the
household wishes to get at He sets the
opposing furniture flying in all directions.
The noise brings his wife to the scene of
action. She, poor soul, has her hair orna-
mented with white curls Of wall paper
which she has cut from the side of the
bolt still in her hands. One check is en-
ameled with flour paste, the other rOuged
(?) with backing. A lively colloquy
ensues, and the husband retreats minus
the particular paper which he had no
business to want during housekeeping
Johnny's life has become a burden to
him in his frantic endeavors to keep his
chubby little feet out of the way of those
cruelty barbed tacks, that seem to be every
place but III their rightful positions, heads
up, points down, In decOrous rows along
the enge Of the carpet.
Jane has been late to school every day
on account of never being able to find any
thing after her room has been so vigorous
ly ''put to rights"
Comfort is unknown and square meals a
thing of the past; the coffee tastes of soap
suds, the tea of tack-hammers, the bread
of dust-pans.
Now do the furniture stores, both new
| and second hand, reap ample harvests. So
many deluded souls fancy an old, cheap
article is better than a new, regular priced
| one.
Mrs Salhunter exhibits to Mr.. S. in
! triumph the result of her mornings shop
ping Now, dear, do look at this chair
| Isn't it handsome, and so cheap?n He
| is q little doubtful, and examines it criti-
cally,
"Well, the upholstering is good, but do
you think the frame is strong?"
'Strong, of course it isl scornfully re-
piled Mrs s; but sit down and see for
vourself;n and he does see. The chair
gives a groan, the sitter utters an impreca-
ton, and both are picked up mass of
| bruises and a bad bargain.
| Mrs. Auctionhunter brings home an in
laid table that is perfect model of beauty,
| but, like many beauties, lacks strength of
understanding. Propped up carefully, its
| defects are not perceived, and the books
| are kept balanced on the well side. In
comes Mr. A. with an ink bottle in one
| hand and best hat in the other. Slap they
go on the table, just over the game leg.
Mr.. A. buys a new hat down town that
day, while Mrs. A. asks all her friends
| what will remove ink-stains from Brussels
carpet; but the crippled table is invisible.
Mrs. Economy has long wanted pair
of Bohemian vases for the corners of her
piano, but they are so expensive she can
| not afford them. At length she finds the
very thing at a secondhand store To be
sure, one vase has wide crack on the
bottom but that doesn't show, and when
filled with dried grasses they certainly
look well.