The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1900-02-23
!: Mr.. Jobson's Latest Fad

night, VI believe these cold wafer
sharps have got the thing down about
pat? People that believe in cold wa
ter baths the year round, you know"
"Yes?" said Mrs. Jobson, in non
committal tone.
YES" said Mr.. Jobson, positively;
II think they've got the right end Of
the situation, and, what's more, I'm 60
ing to Join their ranks. Met that jim
g.ebells fellow in the lunch room to-
day, and we got to talking about how it
was that felt so Internally sleepy every
day after luncheon He asked me if 1
took my baths hot, and told him yes.
Then he told me thai that's what
ais me. Said that hot baths make
man dopey and no-account, kind O..
Told me that he took his cod plunge
every morning as soon as he got up,
and that it made him feel like fight
ing cock all the time. Cured him OF
dyspepsia, too, Jinglebels said, and
he's a picture of health. I'm just 60
ing to adopt that little scheme of his,
and I'll bet that inside of ten days I'll
have to be introduced to myself, I'll
feel 50 tip-top."
when are you going to begin?" in
quired Mrs. Jobson.
Tomorrow morning, as soon as I
get my eyes open,'' said Mr.. Jobson.
"Aren't you going to use any hot
water at ADJUST enough to take the
chill OFF,"
mot a pint-not gill;" said Mr..
Jobson, firmly. "What's the use OF
fooling in matter of that sort? jim
glebells takes his plunges just as the
water comes from the cold water spigot,
and that's what keeps him on edge and
keyed up"
but don't you think the-er-shock
Of jumping into real icy, cold water
would be injurious? Would it not"
NO, Mrs. Jobson; it wouldn't. 1t
would not. That's the way with you
women. You believe in half measures.
You're always trying to fool yourselves.
Shock? Shock nothing! What's the
use of people coddling themselves if
they see chance to do themselves
good? know what you've got in your
mind. You think l haven't got the
nerve to hop into tubful of cold wa
ter right after getting up in the morn
ing. Well, there's nothing i'll this pro-
sale life [ lead that gives me half as
much fun as fooling you up whole
lot when I get the chance, Mrs. job
son, and here's where I've got chance.
I'm going to take cold bath every
morning for the rest of my life, rain
or shine, winter and summer, and if
you ever again catch me letting so much
as a spoonful of hot water dribble into
my bath, I'll buy you the incest hat
that can be pinned together for money"
well, only thought that the shock
might be injurious. Mr.. Jinglebells,
you know, is an athlete, and he's al
ways at the gymnasium, and he's a
big man, anyhow, and I thought he
might be better able to stand"
Mrs. Jobson, if You think you're
married to little, puny, understood,
soft-muscled man, all you've got to do
is to say so, without beating about the
bush. You think Jinglebells is so grand
and all that. do you? Well, if I couldn't
take Jinglebells and sand him on his
head with one hand tied behind my
back, I'D take in plain sewing for
living. If you wake up before do
tomorrow morning, you'll oblige me
by turning on the cold water in the
bathtub and then waking me up Then
I'll just show you how a man doesn't
coddle himself when he has sensible
end in view!"
Mrs. Jobson did wake up before Mr.
Jobson the next morning. 1t was bit
ter weather, and the sun was trying
to break through bank of cookbook
ing clouds. Mrs. Jobson Immediately
let the cold water fill the bathtub, and
it made her teeth chatter even to look
at the spigot. When the tub was filed
she shook Mr.. Jobson.
MY dear, your bath is ready" she
said, as soon as he opened his eyes and
looked around the room sleepily.
Bath? What bath? What kind of
an hour is this to-oh, yes, bath-re-
member now,'' said Mr.. Jobson, trying
to squelch the expression of dismay
that rose to his features. "Bath-uh-
huh-ali right" and in eight seconds
Mr.. Jobson was sound asleep again.
Mrs. Jobson shook him again, and this
time he had to come to-.
breakfast will be ready by the time
you are dressed and have your BATH
said Mrs. Jobson, coolly, but deter
minedly.
Mr.. Jobson surveyed her out of
the slants of his eyes, but said nothing.