The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1906-08-24


on a layer of face dope and a beauty
powder.
But it's up to them, and as long as
they're satisfied I've got no room to
kick
Tuesday.-wowl but I did feel fun
ny to-day! logged up with pesk-a-
boo waist on. sitting in a downtown
window and looking pleasant till my
mouth ached.
Ny stunt is to sit In front Of a swell
little dressing table that's all trimmed
up with fuzzy cushions and silver
toilet articles and smear my face with
the same old cold cream that's fixed up
with a new lme. dip a son rag into
the box OF greasy stun and daintily
mop my face with it, carefully keeping
out Of the way Of my mouth, because
It doesn't taste good. After it's rubbed
ln-you bet l put on mighty little-I
take up dinky little lace-trimmed
chamois and evenly apply the pow
der" as the directions say. All this
time I have a handglass in my other
hand and when I'm looking at myself
as If ! like tim smiling at the rub
bernecks on the sidewalk. as If was
awfully stuck on myself.
II stay at this long III either get
TO thinking I'm "beaut" or else I win
get so sick at the sight of my phiz that
III enter a convent, where they don't
allow mirrors.
Wednesday.-Of course, couldn't
miss getting my regular calldown.
Talk about Friday being an unlucky
day-I'd like to strike Wednesday of
the calendar Ard It was all on ac-
count Of Name Curtis.
She came along the street and
caught sight Of me In the window. Her
mouth opened wide enough to scare
anybody and she began talking to me.
OF course. knew what she was say
ing. although ! couldn't hear her, but
she couldn't make out what said.
stopped monkeying with my face and
began talking to her on my fingers.
There wasn't anybody else outside and
We wers having nice little confab,
which who should pass the window
but the manager on his way from
lunch. | felt awfully silly and he
looked as II he could take my head Of.
He didn't say anything to me right
away, but when was leaving the
store at six o'clock he gave me great
big piece of his mind. I don't care.
piled it on to Name Curtis just the
same and she thinks am making
money hand over fist
bet she'd like this job, because
she'd rather be looked at than eat
Thursday. thing Of trying to
look beautiful all day long is wearing
me TO a frazzle But I'm lucky to get
out of talking about the stuff Il sure
would go against the grain to stand up
the way some Of these demonstrators
do and have to spiel off a lot Of yarns
about the wonders that this goo-y mix
ture worked in my complexion when
hadn't ever heard of il before And
it's always the homely. wrinl1led old
maids who buy it. and I'd feel like
was cheating them
Friday.-Gee. but I've had strenu-
Gus evening. Just because few but
tinslys think they have right to
NEEDLE in my affairsi And the com
bination was fright Charley and
the preacher This morning who
should come along The street and rub
Der up at the window but the preacher
Of our church, and he threw a M right
then and there. He marched into the
store and started to make a scene and
the boys had to fairly put him out OF
the place He couldn't see me there.
so he came out to the house tonight
and raked pa and ma over the Goals
for letting me take such a Job and
blew me up for fair. Charley sat there
and took it all in and when the old
tattle-tale had gone he lit in felt
like telling him to mind his own bust
ness. but like his caring and don't
want to make him sore.
I'm afraid it's me for another job.
Saturday. Sure, nike. I wonder
what they take me for anyway. I'm
so made could pop. The boss came
to me to-day and said that my week
with tie face dope stunt was up, but
that they'd like to have be stay right
on and demonstrate again for them. l
asked nim what he was putting me up
against this time and when he told me
l nearly tainted. He said he had a new
style OF corn plasters that he wanfed
70 put on the market-and incidentally
on my foot-and also a special elastic
ankle bandsge that he wanted shown.
| thought he was joking at first, but
when found out be wasn't got right
up on my high horse. told him was
= lady II did have to earn my own
living. So I quit I've got nerve, all
light. but won't stand for being
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