The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1900-10-19
ART IN THE SHAVING MUG.
False Economics of Trying to Use
One Article Too Many Ways.

raise Economics of Trying to Use
One Article Too Many Ways.
Out in one of Cleveland's eastern sub
urbs lives an ancient dame of Pennsyl-
vania Dutch persuasion. In addition TO
this she is an acknowledged master of the
art of housekeeping, and the evidences of
her neatness are worth going miles on a
suburban car to inspect.
Some time ago she determined to paint
the woodwork in her kitchen. She didn't
want man mussing around, and so she
determined to WELD the brush herself.
She went so far as to purchase a quart
can of ready mixed paint of light blue
tint. This she took home and laid aside
to await a favorable opportunity. When
the opportunity finally came, she had no
brush. But time was precious, the near
est brush store was long distance away,
and necessity is the mother of expedients.
She went up stairs and came back with
her husbands lather brush.
Then the can was cut open, and she
spread on the blue mixture in a great
hurry. The brush from the shaving mug
didn't hold much at time, but with fire.
quent dipping it worked fairly well. But
when it came to portions of the job
where she had to reach high she present
ly found that almost as much paint ran
down her hand and wrist and arm as
went on the wall. But finally the Job
was completed.
In hurried way she washed out the
brush and replaced it and then set about
preparing the evening meal Her liege
lord returned from his daily toll present
ly, but it was too dark to call his atten-
ton to the improvement. Besides she
meant to go over it again and touch UP
the thin places.
After supper the husband went up
stairs to shave, and the old lady sat down
in her favorite rocker in the living room
to look over the evening paper.
Presently there was an agOnizing cry
from the upper regions.
"Amelia! Amelia! Come quick! l hat
de blue Sickness
The startled old lady hastily climbed
the stairs, and there stood the old gentle
man before the looking glass ON the bu-
reau, his eyes popping from his head in
terror as he stared at his own counte-
nance.
Vat it ees. Heinrich?" she trembling
ly cried
l4ooh, lOOhy .Alllclld. ne dllllOSL SlTleh-
ed. "Ton't you see dot modification was
setting in? My blood vas all conchesting
in my wains! Look at my face oncew
And he turned his agonized countenance
toward her. 1t was completely covered,
ears and all, with light blue tint.
The old lady stared at it, and she
stared at the shaving brush, and then she
dropped into chair and threw her apron
over her head and shrieked with merri
ment.
"Vat it ees, Amelia?" cried her aston
ished partner.
at ees de paint brush-I mean the lat
ter BRUSH" she cried. Il painted dc
kitchen nit it." And she went on with
her hilarity.
The husband was good natured man,
and, besides, he felt greatly relieved
well" he said, with an effort to be sar-
castle, 81 s'pose ven you uset my latter
brush to paint kitchens nit it you will
uset my razor to open lobster cans nit
it."
Then he stared again at his CHASTITY re-
Election.
"Vell," he slowly added, even uset
blue paint for ALTERING my face l should
uset putty knife to shave me nit"
And he laughed as he said it.-Cleve-
land Plain Dealer.