The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1904-12-24

| WHO making ner CnT1StmaS-ShOp-
pin g rounds the other day, Mrs. Jobson
espied, in a furrier's window, squirrel
coat which she instantly concluded was
just about right.
That" said Mrs. Jobson to herself,
amiably, but determinedly squaring
her chin, will be my Christmas pres
ent from Mr.. Jobson.'' =
Whereupon she entered the furrier's
establishment and tried ON the squir-
rel coat. It fitted her perfectly.
! you may consider the coat solo,
said Mrs. Jobson to the furrier. But
place it back in the window. I shall
want my husband to see it there. BY
the way, wish you would drape it. on
a window model with dark hair, in
stead Of on that blond model-my hair
is dark, you know" and the furrier
perfectly entered into the meaning OF
her smile and smiled back. II shall
pay you SO on the coat now, to bind
the bargain. Whe my husband pays
you the full price of the coat-which
he will, within a few days-why, I
shall have you return the SO to me-"
"Oh. understand, thoroughly,
madam" said the furrier, with another
shrewd smile.
That evening, at the dinner table,
| Mrs. Jobson. by imperceptible stages,
led the talk around to the subject of
Christmas, and Mrs. Jobson looked
surprised, and then Thoughtful, whe she
| had impressed upon him the nearness
! of the great festival
Had no idea that Christmas was
| right on top Of me again. said Mr..
Jobson. TITS queer the way these
Christmases seem to come around in
punches, all clustered together, Of late
years. Anything you've seen that you
particularly covet?'
"Oh, I have positively everything
that I need" replied Mrs. Jobson. in
quite an off-hand way. II really don't
| care for any more jewelry, and-er-
the goosebone weather prophets all
unite in saying that the winter is not
going to be a severe one, SO that-um-
with little fixing over, why, think I
can get through with my fur coat
quite handily. It's only little rubbed
at the sides and back, but and then,
shrewdly watching Mr.. Jobson, Mrs.
Jobson made the rest of the sentence
inaudible and devoted herself to STIR
| ring the sugar in her coffee.
Rubbed, hey?' said Mr.. Jobson,
! scratching his chin. well, it's about
time that coat began to rub some, isn't
it? Let's see. you've had that piece Of
! fur since" and he leaned back in his
! chair and began to calculate.
| what they wearing in fur coats,
now, anyhow" said Mr.. Jobson, after
| his calculating silence.
"Oh, everything" replied Mrs. Job
son. Mink, marten, Persian lamb,
diversified year for furs-everything
seems to be fashionable.
| "Um," unused Mr.. Jobson, still look
| ing thoughtful.
| After Mr.. Jobson had got way with
his two after-dinner smokes that ev-
ening Mrs. Jobson got him to accom-.
pany her on a. walk downtown to take
a look: at the shop wind lows in their
Christmas finery. IA Needles TO say saree
steered him., before he tired and be:
ga nto think of his pipe and his arm.
chair, to the furrier's window in which
"her" squirrel coat was fastened
loosely and jauntily around the person
of handsome, dark-haired wax lady
The wrap of the dark-haired lady Of
wax claimed Mrs. Jobsons attention
at once.
What kind of an animal or bird fur.
nished the pelts for that coat?" he ask
ed Mrs. Jobson, evincing distinct in.
terest in the garment, which looked
distinctly swagger in the mellow ligh1
of the furriers window.
why that's one of the new squire
coats" replied Mrs. Jobson, not with
any particular show of interest. "Tha
is, they first came in last year"
Like the thing?" inquired Mr.. Job
son, viewing Mrs. Jobson with what hi
thought was fine craftiness out Of
the slants Of his eyes.
"Um-ye-es," answered Mrs. Jobson
tits handsome, of course. A little
ultra, as the milliners say of the strik
ing hats they make, but I suppose thai
is because the squirrel coats are 81
new, and because we are not used tt
them yet"
WELL said Mr.. Jobson, right at him
self when Mrs. Jobson's view seemed
to class with his own. II think tina
| Soot JASk IJPPAh6s lily SOAA"lAA1ho IL
immense. It's
But" mildly interposed Mrs. Job
son, somehow or another that SPUR
rel fur always looks to me as if"-anc
here she laughed merrily-"well, as il
cow had. licked it the wrong way
don't you Think"
Mr.. Jobson cooked his head on one
side and then shook it negatively.
NO. he replied, Il don't think any.
thing Of the sort. OF course, the hide
doesn't lie down pat and flat, like the
Saturday night haircut of a plumbers
apprentice. I suppose you'd want 'em
to use bears grease or vaseline to
make that fur lie down as flat as q
pancake, Ell? Did you ever see a
squirrel with his hair lying as close
to his hide as if he'd been swimming
| in Standard oil TANK
Mrs. Jobson was constrained to reply
that she had never witnessed such a
phenomenon.