The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1905-08-05
The Pan Would Go Flying to the
Ceiling

ITO be in the swim. 1 suppose we'll
go back to straw beds before we are
through with it. I have given me but
Ter, me footman and me parlor maid
and chef due notice. and the coachman
and the horses must also go. 1 shall
settle down to do me own work, and
ye may even see Lady McGlory hang
ing out her own Monday wash again.
Keep it in mind, however, that it's
only fad. If any of the women
around this tiniment go to say that me
Pat has lost his money, and that we
have been reduced from affluence to
poverty. yees will know how to shut
'em up
and do 'taties and Goldfish go wild
fads?''
Always and forever, Mrs. Finnegan.
I've seen fads where folks had only the
Goldfish and an old pair of patched
trowsers to go on
''Then I'm not hunting after fads-"
"And it's we'll We are not They be-
long to the rich. They are not for poor
folks to indulge in. What is a fad to
a rich man would get the nose of a
poor man in jail. Ye wasn't born to
the purple, Mrs. Finnegan, and we are
not rich, and therefore We should keep
clear of fads and experiments. They
will only make a fool of yees and bring
We to grief. Leave 'em to them as can
afford 'em. I'm a friend of yours, and
it's here and now that I'll give We some
pinters.
w ME yS0S Cdl OC d 1dQy yCISCAA,
don't get mad because somebody else
"Ye'd look like COW in a parlor if
We was to go to the Waldorf-Astoria to
dinner, but don't throw bombs at the
ladies who are fitted to grace the oc-
casion.
Nothing shows a more vulgar mind
than to complain of the rich and
grand. They can't help being what
they are They'd be poor and humble
fI7ov oo111d hut thew can't
eff yees are in street car and We
see a lady wild diamond rings on every
finger and her thumbs to boot, don't
stick your elbow into her ribs nor
make up faces at her. She's obliged
to wear 'en1. even if she suffers. She's
Obliged to let the public know that her
jewellery is not in pawn.
Now and thin, Mrs. Finnegan, We
walk past the houses of the rich and
are so mad you could burn EN- down.
Tear that feeling out of yer heart It's
twenty servants they are keeping
twenty servants, three or four dogs,
and five or six policemen getting their
lunch every night. There's the chef
selling the soap-grease, the coachman
knocking down on the feed, and every
man and woman eating all they can
stuff and wasting alI%they know how
Then there's taxes and improvements
the poor owner figures uD at the end
of the year he wishes he had been
born a rhinoceros.
Eye may have been on the street and
seen a tally-ho coach driving along. Ye
may have envied the people. Ye may
have wished for an explosion. If So,
We have been very wrong. They are in
and on top of that coach because it's a
fad. They are envying the people in
the street cars, and every minute they
are fearing that a wheel will come off
or the horses run away. I'm telling
yees, Mrs. Finnegan, that there isn't a
| coaching party in the world that
wouldn't rather be floating along on the
bosom of the Erie Canal if they could
! have their way.
I'm not saying that ever saw you
do it, because haven't, but there are
women in this and other tiniments who
go out on the street, see a rich lady wild
all her adornments ard then return
| home to pawn the furniture and buy