The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1897-01-04
THEYWERE SUBS, NOT SOUP.
And tho Female Investigator Didn't Get
Her Name In the Paper.

And the Female Investigator Didn't Get
Her Name In the Paper.
There is m ambitious young wom-
an roformer in St. Louis whom
every reader of tho papers knows.
Not long ago she heard that tho city
government was about to make an
inspection oi the workhouse, and
eho made up her mind to forestall
the investigation by making one on
bohalf of tho alphabetical associa-
ton of which she was a member.
She had heard horrible stories to the
effect that the Wandering Willies
in the workhouso were sadly mis-
treated, starved, bastinadoed and
deprived of many of tho things
which are essential to the advance
ment and welfare of mankind.
Armed with permit from the
secretary of her society and wear
ing the badge of member, she
swoopod down upon the workhouse
one morning, and, after gaining ad
mission to the grounds, stole with
stealthy steps around the basement
of the building in search Of the
kitchen. She knew she would find
the cook making sausage out of the
days killing at the adjoining dog
pound or serving the dishwater as
soup to the friendless inmates. 1t
was Just dinner timo. She would
catch the miscroants redhanded and
expose them in the public prints.
Her name would appear as one of
the leading rcformers of st. Louis,
and maybe Lady Somerset would
send her an autograph photograph
of herself, Oh, rapture
She stepped into long hall unob-
served and was rewarded by seeing
two men, apparently walters, march
ing toward her Each carried a
mighty caldron of steaming liquid.
"Soup!" Missed the reformer lurk-
ing in the shadows. IN see
whether they are feeding dishwater
to these poor prisoners and calling
it soup the villains" And she
waited for the coming walters. '''
stop" she almost shrieked in
her excitement, as the two soup car
riers came opposite her. "Set down
these caldrons. am Mrs. Hot Stuff,
second vice president of the Wom-
ans Society For the Prevention Of
Dishwater Soup" and she gave her
name and showed the aluminium
star on her heaving bosom. The
men set down their burdens in awe.
"Get me a spoon" said Mrs.
Stuff, shifting the steam from the
liquid while one of the carriers dis
appeared into Il doorway, to return
in a momcnt with n soup spoon.
"This smells to ne like dishwater,"
said the lady, ladling up spoonful
of the stuff The men stood grimly
by while the dauntless reformer
blew upon the hot liquid a breath
like the south wind on the sanitary
company.
Then she slipped the "soup" with
a grimace. THAT is not soup" she
said solemnly. You know it is not
fit to drink. "
mo, ma am, it is not soup" said
tho first wretch.
"It is dishwater, and you know
it, said the reformer.
"No, ma am, it is not dishwater,"
said the second wretch humbly.
"What is it, then1 Speak out. 1t
may be that it is not your fault, and
will interceGe for you if you tell
me
"You see, madam, this is wash
day. After tho washing is done we
get the hot water from the laundry
and use'-- But she was gone. SheI
didn't wait to learn that the two
TRUSTEES were going to scrub the
suporintendent's back porch with
the hot soup and tho next morn
ing thoro were no flaring headlines
about Workhouse abuses and the
brave woman reformer.-St. Louis