Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1907-07-05
The Diary Of
Merry Ethel

A bunch Of ads this morning and was
turned down everywhere l went.
was beginning to think l had come to
,he 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 l thought maybe he could put me
next to something in the way of a job.
so / 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 a girl to do demon
strating and that would fit the place
to st" He gave me a knocIdown
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. l wouldn't mind, if l was a
peach to look at, but I 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 peeH-a-
boo waist on, sitting in downtown
window and looking pleasant till my
mouth ached.
My stunt is to sit in front of a swell
little dressing table that's all trimmed
up with fluffy cushions and silver
toilet articles and smear my face with
with new name. dip soft rag into
the box of greasy stuff and daintily
mop my face with it, carefully keeping
out of the way of my mouth, because
1t doesn't taste good. After it's rubbed
in-you bet l put on mighty littie-I
take UP dinky little lace-trimmed
channels and evenly apply the pow
der" as the directions say. All this
time l have a handglass in my other
hand and when Pm looking at myself
as if like it--I'm smiling at the rub
bernecks on the sidewalk, as If | was
awfully stuck on myself.
If I stay at this long I'll either get
to thinking I'm "beaut" or else will
get so sick at the sight of my phiz that
I'll enter a convent, where they don't
allow mirrors.
Wednesday-Of course, l couldn't
miss getting my regular calldown.
Talk about Friday being an unlucky
day-I'd like to strike Wednesday off
the calendar. And 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 l 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 were having nice little confab,
which who should pass the window
but the manager on his way from
lunch. l 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 I was leaving the
store at six o'clock he gave me great
big piece of his mind. l don't care.
piled it on TO Name Curtis just the
same and she thinks l am making
money hand o~er fist.
bet she'd like this job, because
she'd rather be looked at than eat
Thursday.-This thing of trying to
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 up
the way some of these demonstrators
do and have to spiel off lot Of yarns
about the wonders that this goo-y mix
ture worked in my complexion when
hadn't ever heard Of it before. And
it's always the homely, wrinkled old
maids who buy it, and I'd feel like |
was cheating them.
| Friday.-Gee! but I've had a strenu-
Gus evening. Just because few but
tins, Is think they have a right to
NEEDLE in my affairs! And the com
bination was a 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,
so he came out to the house tonight
and raked pa and ma over the Goals
for letting re take such 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. l 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, Mikei wonder
what they take me for anyway I'm
50 made I could pop. The boss came