The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1909-11-20

when you sidestep cold water baths.
And that's all pure tommyrot about
cold baths being shocking. They might
shock salamaider born on the equator
or one of those shivery Chihuahua
NUTS; but they're not shocking to
properly constituted human beings.
That's all moonshine. It's what's call
ed the power of suggestion. Folks get
to imagining that cold water is shock
ing, and that settles it. They flag
the cold tub as they would poison ivy.
There can't be any shock when, right
after climbing out of the cold tub, you
give yourself fine and dandy rub
down with a hard towel. That's what
makes you react from a cold bath"
But" again put in Mrs. Jobson,
Eve tried it, and 1 don't react. L
don't get into any glow. Instead, go
around feeling cold and blue and frozen
all day after taking cold bath"
'Tush!'' said Mr.. Jobson. More of
that suggestion thing. You imagine
that it's the kink for you to go around
feeling frozen and blue and things aft
er a little plunge into cold water, and
of course that's the way you feel. But
there's one blessed thing, there isn't
any law that l know of that compels
me to pattern myself upon you. Ii
you want to live in a bandbox-a sup
erheated bandbox-and coddle and
pamper and pet yourself as if you were
a prize beetle or butterfly from the ORR
noco, why, go ahead. Keep right on
snuffling and shifting and sneezing
your head off with colds all through
the fall and winter. l mention a Sim
pie little recipe to you whereby you
can forever eliminate tolds, or the pos
sibility of getting colds, and you sit
there and intimate that I'm candi-
date for the BOBBY hatch. But never
mind I'll be taking my little old
cold tub every morning right along
when the sleigh bells are jingling in
the streets, and I'll get some good out
of life. I'll bet you thirty to one, or
won't have a single, solitary cold
from one end of the winter until the
other"
Mrs. Jobson was willing to let it go
at that.
That very evening grayish-looking
storm gathered in the northeast, and
the following morning was raw and
cherries.
Mr.. Jobson always sleeps unusually
well on raw and cherries mornings,
and Mrs. Jobson had to prod him
awake when the fragrance of the coffee
began to trickle up the stairs.
ITS time for you to get up and
take your cold BATH" said Mrs. Job
son, with, possibly, just a soupcon of
malevo1ence.
Huh! Take what?" said Mr.. Jobson,
jogging himself awake and sitting up
in his nice, comfy bunk.
Your cold BATH" said Mrs. Jobson.
Mr.. Jobson shot her a quick, ques-
tioning look. 1t is a good thing that
Mrs. Jobson has learned by long ex-
perience how to manage her features.
If there had been any lurking smile
around the corners of her mouth just
then there might have been a stormy
morning around the Jobson domicile.
But the lurking smile was conspicuous
by its absence.
TITS cold, isn't it?" said Mr.. Jobson
as he reluctantly crawled out of the
cozy hay.
Eyes, the weather turned during the
night" said Mrs. Jobson. 1T is al
most freezing out. have turned on
the cold water" and she went down
stairs to superintend breakfast, and
did her smiling only when she reached
the hall
Mr.. Jobson went into the bathroom
and watched the swiftly running cold
water for quite while with a dubious
expression in his eye. He heard Mrs.
Jobson humming downstairs, and he
knew that there wasn't any way out
of it, So he stepped in, very gin
gerly. and said "Br-r-r-r!" Then he