The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1909-08-28

There is a reading table, roomy, COM
Portable chairs, some exquisite Oriental
rugs, a Kheva and a Princess Bokhara,
in particular catch the eye of the con-
noisseur (whatever that is). some
framed photographs, a copper jug, and
a brass bowl on the mantel- So much
for the living room end of the big room.
In the dining room end are the reguld-
ton dining room furniture. a plate rail
with a few we'll chosen pieces of pot
terry under another of those fascinating
high windows. That's absolutely all
A woman would stuff it full of dear,
delightful, incongruous, unnecessary, in
harmonious, precious, personal effects
all the junk of her wanderings and
haphazard collectings and bargain
huntings and transform it. But even
that couldn't spoil it utterly. Because
there is the high gothic ceiling of
rough plaster in the natural sand
finish and exposed rafters, and there
are the walls of old blue burlap, the
simple curtains Of dotted net, the hand
some oak floor the plain, massive
doors, and severe, good looking wood
work of southern red gum with the
natural finish, and of pine with a dull,
green stain. The oak chandeliers and
wall fixtures, supporting topaz shaded
lights, are marked by the same cf1aste
simplicity which characterizes the rest
of the bungalow. Here is no intricate
carving, no elaboration, and the effect
is immensely quiet and satisfying.
A built-in chiffonier of the same
Southern gum which is used so ex-
tensively throughout the bungalow is
the piece des resistance of the sleep
ing room of the master of the house
and the envy of every benedict who
sees it. when you marry" they tell
him sadly, you won't have all that
space to yourself. What! a whole
drawer for ties and another for
handkerchiefs and another for col
lars, not to mention the long ones
for shirts and other things Moth
ing like that in our family When
1 married my wife first allowed me
whole closet and chiffonier for my
self but she gradually crowded me
out, encroaching here and usurping
there, until now I have nothing but a
corner of a box under the bed and a
nail on the bathroom door" Santa
ton cranks would thoroughly ap
prove Colonel Bullene's bedroom,
brown leather walls, grass fibre rugs
on the bare oak floor, big brass bed,
no superf1uous hangings or decora-
tons to collect dust-everything
absolutely germ proof and hygienic.
Then there is a hall, one side lined
with closets, and two guest rooms,
both with closets. and a servants
room and the well-planned, immacu-
late kitchen where "Hennery'' pre-
sides and gets up those perfectly good
dinners (of which the downtrodden
h1rellnS knows only by hearSay)
kitchen pantry and buffers pantry
CHennery does what buttIing is
done" says Colonel BulIene), the
screened cement-f1oored back porch,
and the attic into the mysteries of
which visitors pry not. Col. Bullene
is chesty about the new and i'm
proved vaDor and shower bath
arrangements in his blue and white
bathroom. and points with pride, not
to say vainglory, to the arrangement
on the back porch, whereby he ex-
plains, 1--WE cheat the ice man.
Through this hole in the wall he slips
the ice into the refrigerator. which
stands in it's own little niche in the
kitchen, and doesn't get a chance to
track mud on the Iinoleum or kiss
the Hired Curl
Colonel Bullene had one advantage
in building a house which everybody
doesn't enjoy; he has an architect in
his family. W. c. Root of Kansas
City, who designed the bungalow, is