The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1888-01-06
sSsDepartment.
HOW Some Girls lave.

They go TO Oeu at nigHg anu IAii
into sort of stupor; why net? Is
there enc breath of fresh air in their
sleeping box? Do they ever, except
in the heat of Summer, have so much
as crack OF the window open2 If
there is Fireplace in their room or
a stovepipe hole don't they close
them up as tightly as they canp No
wonder it is so hard to wake up in
the morning. lean hear them groan
and moan and yawn and sceld now,
at the imperative summons to get
up. And what do they find on the
breakfast table? Sweet fried cakes
something in the shape of meat, gen
orally fried, potato either fried or
stewed, hot coffee, and probably
griddle cakes, fried of course Now,
/ am not going on crusade against
the frying pan. for it has its uses, but
when I see a girl sit down at the
breakfast table with dull eyes, a sal
low face, listless manner and pro-
coed to make that early meal OF
strong coffee, sweetened cakes, fried
pork and potatoes, with a sequence
Of griddle cakes literally buttered
and drowned in molasses, I feel like
shutting her up for a weeks starya-
tion ON bread and water.
Then there is dinner; tough meat
baked vegetables, pie, any kind of q
pie with a crust either toug or
sandy; tasting strongly of lard and
filled with things most convenient
A fayorite pie in our country homes
is constructed of sliced lemon, -four
and molasses, baked in q mass as un-
tit for the human stomach as stewed
rubber overshoes.
Tea time brings cakes of various
sorts, probably more pie, cheese.
fruit. preserved, and so ill done it is
fermented, or canned fruit which is
comparatively harmless, strong tea
and hot biscuit. Repasts fit for
ga cassowary.
On the plains of Timbuctoo.'
Then to begin the day again. After
breakfast they run mp stairs and
spread no their bed with all the ex-
halations of their bodies during the
night still imprisoned in it. At bed
time they slip into their unaired beds
after hanging the dresses they have
worn eight or ten hours in that tight
shut closet. and repeat the experience
of the night before.
"Now they have sown the seed,
What shall the harvest be?"
Ii it is winter, heavy cold; the
misused lungs, forced to breathe ov-
er and over air that has no vitality
in it, air that is absolutely nox.
ious, became congested more or
less, and they begin to cough and
snesze IT they have scrofula hidden.
in their constitution--and how few
people have not-the harvest of this
planting will be bronchitis or con-
sumption.
The next crop is dyspepsia; they
put into that delicate organ, the hu'
man stomach, already Disguised by
the hard labor of its next neighbor,
the lungs, and weakened by the,
slow circulation Of vitiated blood,
vitiated by the bad air, a mass of in
digestible stuff that they call food;
at first they do not Notice any special,
effect; they are young and strong
and can bear1a good deal Of physical
misfortune without much trouble
but after time food begins to dis
tress them, life gets very tiresome,
they have acid tastes in their mouths
eart.burn, flatulence. Yes, I know
these are unpleasant things to talk Of
but they are great deal more uu-
pleasant to have.
Then they lose their rest, their
annptiEe. strength. courage. cheerful
ness.
This is a bad crop; it realizes the
primeryal curse. "Thorns and briers
shall it bring forth unto thee."
So they begin to diet; but there is
q harvest from that corset that abre.l
gates the good Of diet. 82
Oh! say host OF voices, one after
another. / can't live without my
corset! the minute 1 leave it off | am