The Winslow mail., 1909-03-13
A Tub lc1
By Forest B.--ke

thing before
It wasn't a bit like nove's-thoug
| never lad much OF a ch2no2 to rea
them, for We had to worn out eve
since | was Is. But in novels, yOi
know, the girl is always beautiful, an
always dressed in shimmerng sat :
and lace; and the man general
meets her behind bank of palms
a ball, and they wind the thing up
a garden of roses just as the sun goes
down. And as he clasIS her slende
dooping form in his arms, and sh
lays her golden head on his mani,
bosom, ! always wonder how mucl
of that clasping business therell b
when he sees her with her golde..
hair done up in curl papers and a last
weeks calico dress on?
And, you know, that makes lots OF
difference. Now, I'm not bit pretty
bat when I'm dressed up you'd be sur
priSed. My hairs dark, and it's ma
turally straight and oily and wants
lay right fiat to my head. But when
I've washed it good and curled it just
the least bit and s~arled it into pom
padOur back and front there's not on
person in a dozen but would say tn
whole thing is nature. Then my com
leXion is kind of dark, but I've found
cut how to use Princess cream and
rice powder so it won't show. And
know just what kind or styles and col
ors to wear So, when I'm dressed up
in my brown, tight-fitting, tailor suit
with furs and hat all to match-the
whole thing simple and elegant and
not bit like hired girl-and I'm
with crowd of girls and we meet a
maxwell, he never looks at the
others
But, when | get home and change
my tailored broadcloth for an old blue
calico with a patch on the front when
the powder wears off and my hair be
gins to wilt and get stringy, then
guess a man wouldn't turn his head
unless it was to keep from looking at
me.
Then why don't l just keep fixed mp
all the time? Because | don't have
time. When a girl gets up at four
gets breakfast, milks five COWS, puts
out big washing, gets dinner, churns,
does the ironing, gets supper and then
mows the yard while she's resting,
there's not much time for pomping
your hair. And when / saw | couldn t
work and keep pretty, both, | chose
to work. And | never worried anything
about it-not till | met Isaac
He's a school teacher, and an awful
fine scholar, too. He graduated from
common branches, and he's spent two
whole terms in the county normal.
He's been teaching district school for
seven years now-every year in a diff
ferent place
He talks a whole lot about his pro
fessiOn," and about the child" and
the ''child's mental growth and 'iu-
tellectual processes and a lot of other
things | can't understand. He's told
me, too,. that it takes a great deal Of
courage for man to recognize his af-
finity-whateve that means-among
the lower classes, when his calling in
life is to be brain worker and great
leader among men.
And, besides being a school teacher.
he's the most finicky fellow | ever
went with. They say it takes him fif-
teen minutes to comb his hair, and he
can't put on his hat without looking
glass. When | get into big stew of
work | forget all about how | look.
but Isaac never gets so deep in as
that. Last summer, when help was so
scarce here in the country, and the
men just working their heads off TO
get harvesting done, and Isaac was
sitting around at home studying intel
lectIal nrOceSSeS John Winters here