The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-05-03
WHAT WORRIES w1cHlrA WOMEN.

1t is easy enough for :he average
Wichita woman TO rize superior TO the
pains, exactions and worrimenJ of the
baby business, as it is her pleasurable
duty to keep abreast of all the fads OF
fashion. There Is so much in the perennial
atmosphere of life in the Peerless Princess
that the daily duties of the queens of her
homes become zestful delights babies but
bright-eyed, innocent sequences to be ex-
pected with more or less regularity, of
course, and the demands Of society but
pastirnes. Even petticoated pressure to
register and to vote will disturb the
serenity of but comparatively few of
Wichita's women. We sometimes are
half inclined to attribute so much OF
feminine content and beautiful placidity,
not to say of winning womanly gracious
ness, to the superiority of the men, as
found in their husbands, sons, fathers and
lovers. OF conrse such a suggestion Is
likely to be followed by the elevation of
pretty nose or two which on any face but
a Wichita woman's would be called
sheer, yet undoubtedly the extra goodness
found mixed up with the unaccountable
native cussedness of all lovers, whether
they be husbands or sons, or some other
girls brother, has much to do with the
beauty of character and of face so
generally remarked of Wichita women.
But, Wichita woman gets blood in her
eye on an occasion, and the occasion
occurs at least annually and about this
time of the year. From our perch we have
been noting them at a safe distance the
past week as they have gone sailing up
and down street with an unmistakable air
and eye for business 1t was not necessary
to hail any one of them to learn that it
was house cleaning week. A thousand
parcels and as many attitudes only too
plainly announced that things were up
side down at home. the best furniture on
the front porch, dirt, dust. and discomfort
everywhere. All kinds of buggies, phae-
tons and carriages half full of curtain
fixtures, paper rolls, stray remnants of
carpets, rugs, mating, etc, etc, with the
women looking like they were sitting on
several broken packages of carpet tacks
and the hammer lost. From store to
store, from paper man to paper man, from
paint shot to stove storer, straight as the
line of the honey bee between flower and
flower have sailed the women of WITCH
tia the past week, and we have
dore but little else than watch them.
Some days the wind blew a streak, and
the dust flew freak, disclosing with its
persistent pressing and tossing that under
garments, on house cleaning week, are
thought to be redundance, an unneces-
sary surplusage. We and the angels
looked down on the absorbing spectacle
all week, but we could only weep. OF
course under the circumstances a sensi-
tive man, to say nothing of recording
angels, found it impossible to write, and
there was nothing left to do but to look.
Still in the absence of ali these numerous
indications it was easy enough to know
that it was house cleaning week The
average man has had an uneasy way,
half-startled attitude as though expecting
every moment a broomstick, a mop, or an
explosion of dynamite, appearing too I'M
kempt and hungry withal. With what
gratitude will the average paper-hanger
and wallpaper dealer this morning return
thanks to a kind heaven that he still lives,
for blood in a woman's eye is a fearful
thing for everybody except editors and
angels. A book agent, ignorant that 1T
WAS house cleaning week in Wichita.
struck town yesterday morning. But he
is not in town today. Sizing up house
ON Oak street he smiled himself insinuat-
ingly in at the front door to find only
paper-hangers at work. In reply to his
innocent inquiry he was informed
that the '1ady of the house" was
up chamber With the charactistic cheek
of his calling he mounted the stairs to dis
cover the aforesaid angel of diseveled
dimity, soiled crimoline, bursted corset
strings, etc, on her knees in closet, pull
ing out rubbish, guarded by faithful
Danish main who don't know much Eng
lish. OF course, that LADY of the house"
was glad to see the book agent just then;
she never wanted books so bad in all her
life; was simply delighted over his oppor-
tune call The unlucky galoot was too
much flattered to see the sheer or note sar-
casm when he was invited to step right
out into the back-stair library, which is in
fact an old lumber room filled with cart
loads of old silent bound volumes of Con
gressional Records and the like. He had
hardly entered the door when it was bang
ed behind him and the key deity turned.
His yells brought the paper hangers but
one look from that outraged seraph with
a scarf bound about her brow was enough
and they discretely retired. Three minutes
later the book agent tossed his gold bound
samples from back window and as he
swung himself down was saluted In the
rear by an immense fat dog with awful
long teeth. We have only room to add:
God bless that Wichita woman"