Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-03-10
Mr.. JoBsoN,s BAD BREAK

when the JdbsonsLwere about halfway
through dinner the other evening Mrs. job
son began to toy with her fork She looked
reflective.
thinking about some perfectly lovely
crepe de chines waist goods that you saw
today for only $1.39 yard. suppose?'
SAID Mr.. Jobson. observing Mrs. Jobson's
thoughtful expression
No., replied Mrs. Jobson, abstractedly,
was not that, but was thinking"
ABOUT what sin and shame it is that
MRS. Putonlugs. down the block. orders an
ansom when she wants to take in the bar
gam counters. while your close-hsted hus-
oand thinks that street car ought to be
good enough for that sort of thing. I
poser interrupted Mr.. Jobson, amiably.
g, On, no.. answered Mrs. Jobson. smiling.
out am just tribe puzzled about money
matters. I wan"
broke In Mr.. Jobson. well, TIL tell you
ABOUT that. I blieve the things are con-
uoneo oy a trust just now. but the auto
ipoolie markets bound to break sooner or
500. or little matter like that, why, we'll
look INTO the matter. OF course, l might
go down town this evening and buy you one.
out m AFRAID the places where they sell
auIomoolies are closed up by this time.
and maybe you can resign yourself to the
groom ana sadness of an automobiles lot
Ior while longer, anyhow, Mrs. Jobson.
in lh you can if you try right hard?"
NOW, you know very WELL" said Mrs.
Jooson, that automobiles are the very last
things In my mind. But I don't know
whether to GET
We'll. in case of doubt get 'em BOTH"
interrupted Mr.. Jobson. II know what it is
that's worrying you. You don't know
whether to ask me to buy you that $50 lace
dress that We saw in the window the other
afternoon or to wheedle me into giving
you a check for the amount that
you can whirl around and make the young
women behind the dry good junk counters
weary OF life. Now, that $S5 lace dress is
a symphony and a poem, all right, but
don't you think it nd be investing too much
wealth in just one garment to get that?
Think of the number of criss-cross- barred
papier-mache shirt waists that You could
get for SS5! Think of the number of yards
of real Valenciennes lace, marked down
from $94S a yard to 2ha cents yard, that
you could buy and stow away in those
attic trunks for SIS! Pause and reflect upon
the number of pairs of 81 10 gloveS-were
$S.8-that you could triumphantly litter up
your chiffonier with for ss5! With that
30 lace dress am aware that you could
throw the feminine population Of this block
into state Of coma, but look at the dozens
of pairs Of"
1T isn't so much the subject Of dress that
I'm thinking about" Mrs. Jobson cut in,
although, of course. do need so many
little"
Yes. 1 know you do said Mr.. Jobson.
II saw pair Of red house slippers. trim
me0 with gilt passementerie, in window
today. that know you need the worst way.
They're only SIS. Then / saw a hat in an
F street window today that you need SO
bad that it's a wonder to me that you can
manage to get to sleep without choral 1t
was composed Of one-eighth Of a yard Of
khaki velvet and small. dead sea gull,
and the tag on it read Only $2S.' Then 1
saw some very sheer'-that's what you call
it. isn't it?-'very Observation-Disclosures
ored silk stockings-looked like orchids to
me-that you need heap, 1 know-only
$3.50 per pair. Then ! saw a pair of real
tropical stays. made out Of satin of the
color of a Cape, Nome sunset. that don't
only s24.75. ON. yek4 and saw whole
set of chameleon silk 1skirts. one for each
day in the week, that are being slaughtered
for only SIS perkkhow you're going to con-
at contentment without that bunch of
skirts is something that gets me. BY the
way. l saw" "a
Il wouldn't have any of the things you
mention if they werst given to. me-" said
Mrs. Jobson- But the spring is coming
on and the cougse one has to-"
oh. yes. one has to" cut in Mr.. Jobson.
Il have to, fogainstance. l have to send
that dinky top coat that I've had for a hun
bred years or safto the cleaners when the
blithesome spring crawls around every year.
and try to get it into such shape that 1
can iugge another season out of it-and the
cleaners hired nan gSins at me every time
call for it,. Then l. have to dig around the
closets to see ifsI cant find some. old, .fraz-
zled moth-eaten suit Of clothes to have
patched up and turned and dyed, so that /
won't have to greet the gentle Eastertide
with the hand-me-down rags that l strug-
gle through the cold weather with. Then
have to look over that elderly flock of va
riety-comedian hats. that I've had up there
in my closet for many years. and see if
can't hit upon one that'N reverse and get
me through another balmy spring Oh. 'one
hn 70 oil rio I'll yryl
have to: I. however. am the only one
around this establishment who has to-
you'll remember, and
g! didn't start to talk about clothes at
an. said Mrs. Jobson. 1.-The thing that
I'm in a quandry about is
We'll, I'm afraid you might as well give
up that idea of yours of buying 500 one
month at the-Paris Notwithstanding
all-expenses ticket said Mr. Jobson,
What dye want to go to the Paris expo
sition for, anyhow? You! were at the Chi
cago fair for month, and If you imagine
that they'll ever put up a better show than
that in France, Or anywhere else, you're
mixed, Mrs. Jobson, that's all. Anyhow
there's whole lot left Of the United States
that you haven't seen. and that it'll do you
$500
you are perfectly well aware that
wouldn't cross the water again for all the
wealth of India said Mrs. Jobson ''If
you will be good enough to listen to me for
half mo"
"Oh, I know.' exclaimed Mr. Jobson,
clapping his hands in sardonic imitation If
the joyfulness of a child. You're worried
about what I'm going to get you for your
present! Funny l didn't think of
that before! No? Not that? WE'LL there's
one characteristic you possess Mrs. job
son. that I wish you'd endeavor to correct
I've been trying to get you for the past
twenty minutes to tell me what this guam
Diary is that you began to talk about, but
you're so utterly lacking in 6:rectness that
you've been beating about the bush and
humming and having until
1.-THE thing that puzzles me-" said Mrs.
Jobson, "is this: Uncle John has sent me a
check for 500 for birthday present, and
I don't know whether to have a new porce-
lain bathtub put in or to have the house
painted from top to bottom. What Go you
think about it?''
st think" replied Mr.. Jobson, gamely, but
with sickly smile. that I've been .aakine
a megaphone out of my hat"