Norwich bulletin. [volume] (Norwich, Conn.) 1895-2011, 1911-11-04
SOCIAL CORNER STORY
CANNING OR AUT0M0BILlNG
BY A DREAMER

| Mrs. Smith and Mrs. White were
neighbors-.city neighborsv-a Kind
which does very little running in" :;
but hold their daily chit-chat from
back porches. These porehes are Quilt
so close together that the occupants
can easily exchange hand-sha kes, be-
sides passing back and forth many a
tempting morsel, prepared (perhaps,
who knows?) from that never failing
source-"The Bulletins Social Corner
Recipes.
What the link was which d. ew these
two women together, they, themselves,
had never quite decided Mrs. Smith
was a newly married woman, some
thing over sweet sixteen and brjm-
ming over with the spirit of youth.
1T must be your experience and that
air of sweet motherly love which draws
me to YOU she would often remark to
Mrs. White.
The latter would shake her head and
answer:
NO, it can't be that. for I'm many
times sixteen, and have lost the
sweet entirely.
On this particular morning Mrs.
neighbor, as if she was boiling over
with some piece of news, which might
spoil if she didn't dispose of it at
once.
Finally Mrs. smith appeared on her
porch with her hair all done up in
curl papers.
Dear, dear, what has happened that
you are calling to me at this un-
bite of breakfast YET. and if your tale
IS toe startling, perhaps / would be
unwise to listen to it ON an empty
stomach" Mrs. Smith declared, with
one of her Jelly laughs.
Now, don't you jolly this old lady
too hard" answered Mrs. White, for
I might get like the mule and back
off without telling my tale of woe"
You know can hardly wait to hear
it, added Mrs. Smith, so out with
it before the suspense kills me-
Well continued Mrs. White. ad-
justing her gold bowed spectacles so
as to look her neighbor directly in the
eye; its this way:
MY nephew. who arrived in town
last week, sent word for me to be
ready this noon TO take a ride with
him in his automobile. I'm as pleased
as young girl over the invitation.
for, as old as / am, I've always craved
for one ride in one of those machines
It's foolish. L know, for sensible
woman of my age to indulge in such
youthful fancies. and / must stop it,
And she gave a deep sigh as if her
thoughts beiied the words she had ut
tered.
"Goody." put in Mrs Smith, Il could
clap my hands for joy; of course you
will soi"
No." answered Mrs. White: Il don't
see how / can go. I've planned to do
some canning, which will take all day,
and you know it's not good policy for
housewives 10 let pleasure interfere
with work OF course. I could put 1T
off till tomorrow, she added, but I
had planned the canning for today, and
YOU know my system, Mrs. Smith. /
simply cannot go away with my neph-
ew.' Here the notherly little woman
actually wiped a stray tear from her
cheek.
All this while, Mrs. Smith had been
some painful sensations
IN the region of her youthful little
heart, and, feeling she could not keep
quiet another minute, she exploded
Cant go!" she began, stamping her
will CO. if I have to do the canning
myself. But I'm sure you'd sooner risk
FOUR life with your nephew than risk
your beloved canning with poor, mex
me. You've even admitted
she went on to explain, so |
hat settles the most important point"
Mrs. White could only shake her |
head and say:
Yes, yes; but you know my sys- |
en-
System-nothing." answered Mrs. |
Smith. THE very idea of a house |
wife allowing her system to become |
20 ironclad that not for an afternoon |
IF well earned pleasure would she |
Freak a rule or put off a special work |
or one day
She paused an instant, remember 1
ng, perhaps, that she, had eaten no