Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-05-29

time Mrs. Wahmbabe comes to our fiat
to play euchre she won't be sticking
her feet out all over the place so that
the men folks'll be gazing at 'em. If
she does, just as sure as you live and
breathe, I'm going to say something
about ready made shoes, and I guess
thatll hold her for a spell, the con-
ceited, stuck-up thing. It's just enough
to make a stuffed image rear up and
laugh to hear
My, I'm glad | mentioned images, for
it reminds me that that pastry faced
Gottaconk woman, who lives in the fiat
below ours, is behaving in a perfectly
scandalous manner, and |, for one, think
sne ought to be notified to move. What
do you suppose she is doing now? -and
her the mother of children and the Wild
ow of a Christian husbandl Why, she
is studying Buddhism! Perfectly indie
cent, | call it. And / told my husband
so the very minute / heard about t,
and what in the wide world do you
suppose he had the impudence to say
to me? Why, he said that, in his opin-
ion, no doctrine that, like Buddhism.
numbered three or four hundreds of
millions of human beings as its believ-
ers and adherents, could be so very bad.
But my husband doesn't stop at any
thing nowadays, even at defending hea
thens and pagans And then he had the
nerve to ask me if Mrs. Gottaconk had
made any criticisms about it when |
had taken so enthusiastically to the
study of palmistry and astrology and
| globe-reading last yeaT--when some of
the very incest women were taking the
4 I 4. l.
anyhow, of comparing astrology with
such q hideous, nasty thing as Budd-
hism / declare, it's enough to streak a
! woman's hair with white to
by the way, talking about hair, you
know that funny old Stickalong woman
that creaks as she walks. she's that
dried up-the one that thinks she knows
how to talk French, and pencils her
| eyebrows until they look like tunnel en-
| frances, and uses so much enamel that
she's afraid to smile for fear that her
| face will crack wide open, and that
/ thinks all the young men are wild in
| love with her? Oh you know who
mean-the old dowdy that you thought
was making eyes at your husband one
evening when you visited u.s. Oh,
thought you'd remember her-not that
ever thought that your husband ever
did actually take any stock in her,
though he did tell my husband that he
thought her handsome-but really
don't believe that your suspicious were
ever-eT-eXaetly correct! although. of
course, one can never tell about these
men; they will all bear watching, no
matter how goody goody they may seem
to be. Well, that old freak, Mrs. Stick
along has been touching and touching
and touching up her hair for the last
/ five or six months, until now it's alb
solutelv the color of the red buriap on
my dining room walls. And, atop of all
of that horribly funny flame on her
| head, would you believe it, she goes
right on penciling her eyebrows dead,
/ jet black, until she is a perfect howl
| ing sight My dear, there's quite a
black sploteh alongside your left eve.
Let me see what it is. Oh, it's streak,
and it seems TO be running from the
/ eyebrow. These warm, unreasonable
evenings; you know, one does perspire
so. One can't be too careful to-er-
Oh, you're letting your bair come back
to its natural color, aren't you. dear +?
| noticed how dark and muddy the roots
look at the back. Well, | think Your
natural hair becomes you more, though,
of course, You can't expect it ever to
come back to its real color, like it used
to be. again. Well, if l."
And then the curtain swung up, and
everybody around said, +'She-sh!" and
the carroty haired one glared around at
everybody as if to burn 'em up where
they sat in their seats. and the show
went Washington Star.
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