The Huttig news., 1911-03-18
ENJOYING HERSELF

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 If" said the young woman who had just come in, T had to be ehloro- formed fifty-one weeks in the year. and could enjoy life for only seven days. think I'd choose to be awake bargain week at the stores.
 "1 have had the most beautiful time this week just being busy. One day would go downtown and buy things and have them sent home and the next day I'd go down and take them back. Between whiles I'd show them to all my friends who dropped in and have them tell me why they didn't l like my selections. When nobody dropped in I'd call on them and ex- plain to them why I disapproved of their purchases and advise them to return them at once. Of course, all this criticism was taken in the proper spirit.
 When you've purchased a perfect love of a blue chiffon gown and get it home only to find 1t is purple instead of blue. you wouldn't have any re- | spect for a friend who didn't say 1t was horror and tell you to run back with it. Things do look differ ent the next day-have you ever no ticed? Even men find it so. 1 passed the necktie counter in a dry goods store the other day and a man with pained face was talking confidentially to the clerk
 Say he was complaining, when ! this was in the window it was bee yutiful lavender dream. and when tried it on at home it was nothing but sartorial crime, so kindly take 1t back and let me buy can of tooth powder in it's place. I need snow shovel, too-do you carry 'em!'
 I've always regarded myself as person of sane and just mind," went on the young woman who had just come in, but recent occurrences have shaken that belief. You know that when you plant woman in the midst of mountains of $S5 dresses marked cred head $200 opera coats that are marked down to $50 and thrust upon her sight hats that a month ago had $60 tags attached to their brims and now have nice little black marks through the old figures and SIP signs below them, she can't be blamed for going little mad and buying reck- lessly. Then on the way home she adds up her purchases mentally, feels nervous, dashes for her checkbook as soon as she reaches her room and finds, to her sickening horror, that, while her bank account totals ninety odd dollars. she has bought $14S worth of stuff that she is trustingly expected to pay for at the first of the month
 ''Is 1t any wonder she lies awake all night waiting for the hour to come when she can tear downtown to be at the store when Its doors open? Why, regular groove has been worn in the store floors to the returned goods desks these days.
 If I go downtown bargain week with the mild intention of buying a spool of thread, bolt of baby ribbon and box of handkerchiefs, I'm just as likely as not to come home with fifteen yards of silk marked down from s350 a yard to 9S cents, new hat and fur coat. Then I discover that I can't possibly wear the hat with any outfit l possess and that the silk is color that makes me look like a broiled mushroom, and some body points out that spring is almost here and. instead of a fur coat, what l really need Is linen duster and a parasol
 If you think 1t is fun trying to hand good money to the man behind the counter for some yards of silk it's because you know nothing of what gentle woman will do at a sale. It is enough to discourage and appall any mild hammered person when a woman with sharp chin and wig orous arm muscles reaches over your shoulder and grabs the bolt of silk you are considering and slings it up on the pile she already has in her arms, then smashes her way through the crowd to the door to consider her | plunder in the daylight Presently she will return to the edge of the mob about the counter and hurl the whole armful across the heads of the inter vening shoppers in the direction of the clerk, with the remark that she should think a decent store would be ashamed to show such goods Occa sionally one of the bolts so hurled hits the counter. but most of them descend on the innocent bystanders like the unexpected sticks from ex- l ploded skyrockets. It Is disconcerting when twenty yards of green brocade land on your willow plumes and drive hatpin into your skull. although, of course, you can't help but admire the skill of the woman who achieves such a result with one simple twist of tho wrist.
 No" concluded the young woman who had just come in. T cant stay for tea, because I'm on my way downtown Tn take hack thraa silk natticoatS that