The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1907-07-27
PURE FOOD LAWS
Mrs. Grady Tells just How they
Came to Be Passed.

It's dyin Oi am to see yez. Owe sum
thin wonderful to till yez. It's to dc
wild thin wimmins' clubbers an the
things we're afther attn. D'yez know
an OH bit yez doant, thot the stoof
we ate amt hllus whot we're attn al
all. Its thrue whot Oi'm tilin yez this
blissid minnit: sum av thin sorsages
amt sorsagers at all, amy more than
the chlckun is rale hin or the rost bafe
ls bafe; an the strawberry jam niver
seed strawberry, an the hambur.
ger stake is doped wild rid Now,
phwat do yez think o. thot? The saints
save us, did yez iver hear the lolkes Nv
ut? Ofll TIL yez as how OF got onto ut.
Wan dhay a wimmins clubber was
attn kitchup. an. the saints save us,
she pulled out red stirring. Now,
nhwat do yez think o. that? whist"
says the clubber, bring me magnifyin'
glass to wunst. Oiye made a dlsehov.
Try; it's bit o rid fannin," said she.
"Oi've hurried til NV It at me club"
says she. Did yez liver see the loikes
uf thin millunyer kitchupers a cooler.
In the stool wild PAGES av their wives
rid flannin pettcoats, an thin so will
able to give their ovid clothes to the
hady, an we're afther attn thin. How.
ly mither but wen be afther fixin'
thim," says She
An dye moind she towld the ither
olubbers, an livery wan av thin sthart-
ed out wild her bit av magnlfyin'
glass, koind, o. sthill an shly loike
an they was afther gettin' the names
av the paple that's chatin' in the fude,
an thin they wrote letthers to the
sinit. "Niver moind," says they TO the
sinit, that Mormoner wild too NANNY
wives; put yure moind on the fude or
there won't be amy man anywhere
wild amy wife at all,
The sinit rade thin letthers, an
phwat do yez think they did wild thin?
The saints have mercy on thin, didn't
they put thin in bit av box an sint
| thin to a vault an thin they sthuck
their fate up on the disks an stharted
to shmoke so contintid loike. An whin
the wimmin clubbers heerd till NV ut,
they was foightin' mad Lifts have a
matin'," says they, an they all got to-
either, loike they was goin' to wake.
An one av thin says, "Loidles, the
pure fude bill is dyin', shmoked to
dith by the sinit; what shall we be af.
ther doin' wfb it?" Lifts tillygraf the
prisidint," says wan av thin. an wild
that they all clapped their hands an
sthomped their fate. Och, it's no lie
Oi'm tillin' yez, Mis- O'Toole, but wan
dhay whin the prisidint was stated at
his desk koind av aisy loike in his
SHIRT slaves, In Gums his sicritiry an
says: Mister Prisidint. here's a tilly-
gram; rade 1t to wunst; it's frum ate
hoondurd thousant wimmin's club.
bers, axen II yezll passh the pure
fude bill. They're wantin to know,
sorr, to wunst."
Lit them waite till Oi'm trough wild
me fincin'." says the prisldint "Oi
musht REFUGE me waite the first thing
Oi do
"Oi do be thinkin' thin wimmin's
are afther gittin impashunt,"
says the sicrtiry; they're afther
wroltin' letthers be the ton to the sin
1t, an now they're tillygrafted to yure
rlyerince an | want to know whots
to hinder thin cummin' on" says he;
IF letthers won't do. an tillygrafs |
won't do, av coorse they'll cum thin
silyes; it's the way av wimmins club. |
bers."
"Tillygraf thin to wunst," says the |
prisidint SAY to thin, sthay where |
vez are; yez doan't made throuble yer.
5ilyes to cum. ofll passh ut all
rolght."
Wild that he trew up the windy to
git bit ay irish air.
BE jabbersn thot was close call"
says he.
An at that minnit there was anither
rap at the dure.
"Anither tillygram," says the sicri.
Try.
"Rade It," says Misther Roseyvilt.
An he rade: "Mooch obleeged to
'ez, Misther Prisidlnt Roseyvilt, an
'imimber thot ate hoondurd thousant
~lmmin's clubbers are watchin' to
see If yez kape IT,"
"The saints in hIyin defnd yez,"
iays the sicritlry; ITS bad to have
van woman watchin' on yez and open.
n yez pay ENVELOPE iviry Saturday
lolght, but phwat will yez do wild ate
ioondurd thousant av thin all spy.
n on yez? II yez safe yerslf an yure
'oorch at Oysther Bay, yez can't kape
him out. Begorra yez can't ayin get
dhrink on the shly widout thin see
n yez." "Be jabbers," says the prlsi.
lint, "Ofm up forninst It! OF know
What Oi'll do. Oill use me big shilal.
" Here" says he, 'go to the sinit to
yunst, till thin to passh that bill an
o artist iviry man thot chates I'm
ude, iviry lasht wan av thin frum
he millunyer sthockyard porker, I'm
lis ottymobl, TO the dago, wild his
'ushcart oill sind iviry wan av thin
o the pin, at har-rd wur-rk, II they
Ill annythin' thot isn't what 1t is."
Och, but thin mlllunyers was tarin'
mad. "If yez compil us to sill good
toof to the paple,' they says to the
1--WE can't be after maxim
he monny to buy jukes an lords fer