Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1906-07-27
The Diary of
NerVy Ethel

Mrned down everywhere / went.
was beginning to think / had come to
the end of my rope on luck, so tried
my old standby-nerve. used to
know fellow that worked in drug
store on one of the State street corners,
and I thought maybe he could put me
next to something in the way Of job,
80 I stopped in and asked him If he
knew of anything.
/ nearly fell dead when he said that
the proprietor of that very joint had
been looking for girl to do demon
strating and that would fit the place
to st." He gave me knockdown
to the boss, and we cinched the mat
ter right on the spot I'm to start in
tomorrow.
1t looks dead easy, but don't know
how I'm going to like being on exhi-
bition. wouldn't mind, if | was d
peach to look at. but l don't think a
pug nose is very good place to show
off layer of face dope and beauty
powder.
But it's up to them. and as long as
they're satisfied I've got no room to
kick.
Tuesday.-Wow! but did feel fun
ny to-day! logged up with a peek-a-
boo waist on, sitting in a downtown
window and looking pleasant till my
mouth ached.
My stunt Is to sit in front of swell
little dressing table that's all trimmed
UP with fluffy cushions and silver
toilet articles and smear my face with
the same old cold cream that's fixed UP
with new name. dip soft rag into
the box of greasy stuff and daintily
mop nay face with it, carefully keeping
out of the way of my mouth because
it doesn't taste good. After it's rubbed
fn-you bet I put on mighty little-l
take up dinky little lace-trimmed
chamois and "evenly apply the pow
der" as the directions say. All this
time | have handglass in my other
hand and when I'm looking at myself
as if l like tim smiling at the rub.
bernecks on the sidewalk, as if l was
awfully stuck on myself.
If I stay at. this long I'll either GET
to thinking I'm "beaut' or else l will
get so sick at the sight of my phiz that
I'll enter convent, where they don't
allow mirrors.
Wednesday.-Of course, l couldn't
Talk about Friday being an unlucky
day-Pd like to strike Wednesday of
the calendar. And it was all ON &C.
count of Name Curtis.
She came along the street ant
caught sight of me in the window. HeI
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, bu
she couldn't make out what I said. ]
stopped monkeying with my face and
began talking to her on my fingers
There wasn't anybody else outside and
we were having a nice little confab,
which who should pass the window
but the manager on his way from
lunch. / felt awfully silly and he
looked as If he could take my head off
He didn't say anything to me right
AWAY but when | was leaving the
store at six o'clock he gave me a great
big piece of his mind. l 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.-This thing of trying tic
look beautiful all day long is wearing
me to fragile. But I'm lucky to get
out of talking about the stuff. 1t sure
would go against the grain to stand ur
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 it before. Aad
It's always the homely, wrinkled old
maids who buy it, and I'd feel like I
was cheating them
Friday.-Gee! but I've had strenu.
Gus evening. Just because a few but
tinskys think they have right to
NEEDLE in my affairs! 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 fit 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.
30 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
mess, but l like his caring and | don't
want to make him sore.
I'm afraid it's me for another lob
Saturday.-Sure, Mike, wonder
what they take me for anyway. I'm