Norwich bulletin., 1910-08-20
OLD STORY.

We'll declare, it's another agent"
cried Mrs Curfew. despadringly, as she
opened the front door y. Nov, mister,
there's no use in your, saying a word,
for simply won't buy anything. I
can tell by the looks of your valise
that you're selling some new kind of
cement that will mend broken crock
cry, but haven't any broken crock
cry. and if i had l wouldn't mend it,
A man who might have been your
twin brother, only that he had a black
eye and a red necktie, came. here six
months ago and sold me some cement
that ne said would make broken dish
better than ever. One of my six blue
and white soup plates was broken, my
husband having thrown it at the cat,
so l bought a bottle, fixed that soup
plate with the cement and next day my
Uncle Hiram, who's real pious man,
WIS here to eat dinner with US, and I
had tomato soup, and he happened to
get that mended plate, and it came
apart, and the soup ran down all over
his black broadcloth trousers-the same
pair he wore when he married Letitia
Campbell forty years ago-and the
language. he used was dreadful So.
you see, there isn't a bit of use in
opening your vaIise and trying to sell
me cement"
but madam" said the agent fumb-
ling with the lock of his grip, II am
selling no worthless compound of that
nature 1 regard the whole cement
business with unspeakable loatoing
and contempt No. 1 am selling a
preparation that brings sunshine into
every home 1 see number of hens
on the premises. 1 suppose they are
yours ?'
yes they are ours. have urged my
husband time and again to wiring their
neclSs, for they never lay any eggs. and
we have to buy all eggs at the
bought a new automobile and seems
determined to pay for it by robbing
his customers, and the eggs he sends
to this house are no larger than Thin
bles, and every once in a while l get
one that must have been laid before
the Mexican war, and
That's just the point, madam. Here
you are spending your hard earned
savings for the inferior eggs of COM
merce, enabling a plutocratic grocer to
go around in arrogant pride, like Cleo
patra, on her barge, when you might
have fresh, sweet, home grown eggs
without a bit of trouble and at a tri-
fling expense / am the agent in this
territory for. DIR. Popsmith's poultry
powder, the most marvellous prepare
ton ever offered You mix a spoonful
with the chicken feed every morning,
and, 10 and behold. your chickens at
once begin to lay eggs with a zest and
enthusiasm that will do your heart
good.
These idle and triffing hens that
see here. wasting the best years of
might be profita BILE as a gold mine
Give them DIR Popsmith's powder, my
dear madam, and the nests will be fill
ed with hen fruit and the cares that
infest the day will fold their tents like
the Arabs and as silently steal away.
This powder is also a disinfectant- A
small quantity sprinkled in the shoes
will relieve tired and swollen feet.
Your husband will find it better than
talcum powder for use after shaving,
and a spoonful mixed with flour i'm
proves the quality OF your biscuit
wonderfully
We'll. / suppose I'll have to take a
can," said Mrs. Curfew, YEARLY, but
1 know I'm a goose for doing it. My
husband says he'll wind up in the
poorhouse if I don't quit buying of
agents. man who was here yester-
day sold me a new substitute for cof-
fee that he said was made of Califor-
mia fruits and flowers, and the coffee
L made from it was pale green and
tasted. like verdigris. / suppose your
poultry powder will kill my hens, but
it'll be a good radiance, for they have
not laid an egg since last spring.
Chicago News