The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-11-05
Plan of Airship of DR.. Brodbeck.

rinsed in a similar machine containing
Iresn gasoline and come out of this tub
beautifully cleaned. The colors are as
fresh as when the garment was new. They
are then subjected to a steaming and
drying process, which 7 cannot explain
and after good pressing look exactly
ike new Pressing and repairing of gen.
tlemens clothes are done at the Regal,
and at reasonable rate by the month.
Dolly Becomes Generous.
Has any Salt Laker ever tried to give
anything away? Don't ever try it. You
Will meet with greater confidence if you
are selling gold bricks at 81 1000 an inch
The announcement that you are giving
something away absolutely free is suf-
ficient 10 change the expression of the
most UnsOphisticated maiden to a look
of shrewdness and distrust.
why is 1t that the word washing ma
chine has the magic power to freeze
! the smiles from the face of the most gra-
eious of ladies. This latter problem is
still puzzling me.
1 mOtOred about great deal yesterday
in my endeavOrs to solve the riddle. 1t
was only after L had met with many IN
kind Tebuffs that I finally abandoned the
idea of finding the solution of the prob
lem, and / am still no nearer the truth
than / was then.
1 have heard that Murray people were
so charming I decided to take a trip to
that busy little town in my dear Ameri-
can and give away a visionary laundry
help. I'd like to meet the chief of po-
lice" / said to myself when 1 reached
Murray apd l began making inquiries.
We have no chief here" said a tall
giant looking individual in Overails. "All
we've got is a marshal"
Thank you. I'd like to see the marshal
snail [ find him at the city hall2' 1 asked.
No, you won't" he replied in a
grieved tone. you'll find him tc home.
His name IS Mauss and he lives at 167
Vine street
49,
the home of Marshal Mauss. It was a
cute little place, with a spacious front
yard.
Asks for Marshal Mauss.
rs Mr. Mauss in?" I inquired of neat
little woman who came to the door, and
whom judged to be Mrs. Mauss.
mo, he's at the neighbours" she re
piled, regarding me with considerable
curiosity.
Next door," I asked.
Across the street" she replied.
Thanking her, i departed in the direc-
ton of the house indicated. At the neigh
boris they said Marshal MauS~ was max
ing hay, so I gave up trying to see him,
and started out to give away washing ma
chimes without asking his advice.
Why is it? At the first house where I
called I met a sweet girl with dim
pied seraphic countenance, who looked
like bride, yet when I said, Madam,
/ want to give you washing machine
absolutely free her smiles vanished like
magic and in freezing tones she replied
you could not give me a washing ma
chine, for 1 would not take it," and bang,
went the door, leaving me staring dazedly
at its cold, hard panels.
At the next house the lady listened with
patience for fully two minutes. 1T will
wash iron, press and fold your clothes in
ten minutes, madam" / said solemnly,
land I am giving this wonderful wash
ing machine away"
The door space which framed her fig
ure narrowed to a mere crack. and from
this tiny space she eyed me with poignant
alarm.
Giving it away, aye" she said, land it
washes. irons and presses your clothes in
ten minutes?"
"Yes." said a bit GROSSLY. "All you
do is to press button. 1t works by COM
pressed air"
Bang! went the door and the lady of
the house appeared a moment later at
her front window.
"Shoo" she exclaimed as though try
ing to brighten q troublesome chicken.
Go away, or I'll call the police"
! met two nice ladies on Vine street, but
they both refused my doubtful gift.
Mrs Stevens Of y Vine street was in