The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1911-10-12
Summer Calls

clVlllzed spot on earth likes to make
cans. They are one of the white mans
burdens and women endure them lust
as gleefully as the early Christian
martyrs took to the stake and the
nons-because they have to.
Every woman when she gets ready
10 60 away for the summer heaves q
sigh and says: Thank goodness!
NOW can lead simple. care free life
and not have to think of social affairs
again until winter! Such re-
lief!'
Inls is all right and alluring In
theory. but somehow it never works
out. Never! Every day after | ar.
rive l get news of other arrivals. The
simpsons. says the milkman as he
measures out a quart. came yester-
day. The Simpsons are attractive peo-
pie from Indiana. Dear mel I say.
! must go down and see the Simpsons
soon!'
Larchmere is OPEN announces
the iceman. The Larches got here
today and Mrs. Larch's sisters come
with her.
Really!' I comment. 7 always
liked Mrs. Larch. | must 60 an see
her.
Presently find that the Desslers
the Morses. the Ryans and the PUNK.
etts have all come That means a
whole row of cottages scattered over
mile of shore that must be Wis.
tied.
Luckily. am too busy cleaning
house to 60 for few days, but pres.
emily there isn't any excuse. The day
or making summer calls is always
roasting hot, and the Precipitation
'trickles down my face as attire my
self in dressup' dress with one long.
Ing eye on the hammock and a pile of
new magazines. l just hate this!'
groan from time to time.
Then start out holding my skirts
away from the brambles and grasses
and wish | owned a launch, SO that |
might arrive properly instead Of ap-
pearing red faced and struggling of
hair and dusty as BELTS the children
OF poverty who have to walk along a
country road. l negotiated the en-
tire mile. taking the Larches first. be-
cause they aro the farthest away. Usu-
ally when Chamber over the stile |
snag the lace on my best petticoat
and catch my hair on the thorns Of
the roses over it.
This puts me In an amiable frame
of mind as seek the front entrance,
There Is nobody in sight when I
knock. ! knock again and step inside
the porch screens and there is
smothered shrek from the farther
hammock, and q strange figure springs
into sight It turns out to be Mrs.
Larch in kimono with her hair in
curriers' around her face and blink
ing eyes
TOh!' she gets out with hand on
her heart. How you frightened me!
washed my hair and was taking a
map didn't expect any one-that is.
I'm glad to see you! Do sit down!'
Il sit down and try to converse in
sprightly manner while Mrs. Larch
hates me violently for catching her
looking SO disreputable. She even
hasn't her eyebrows on. and 1t does
make difference. | escape breath
ing hard amid EXPLANATIONS Of DO
come again! So good of you to drop
I'M
The Desslers have gone to town,
and no one Is at home but a maiden
aunt. who insists on telling me about
The case Of measles she had 30 years
ago. \
Il find Mrs. Plunkett and her moth.
er putting up Strawberries, very hot
and stained and plainly afraid that 4
in the kitchen is going to
boil over. I haven't had time to dress
Or anything since | same says Mrs
aggrievedly cycling \my fresh
'rock. I've been so dreadfully
busy! didn't realize people had
begun to call! Oh! the jams burn
ng!'
Mrs. Ryan came down after a 20
minute wait and insisted violently
nat ! didn't Waken her-She was Just
linking of getting up. She smoth-
ers six yawns before she finally gets
1er eyes open
AT the Plunketts Mr.. Plunkett, in a
muddy paid of overalls. is digging in
he back yard Elsie Plunkett is
her hair and Mrs Plunkett in
! faded year-before-last work dress is
wedding her nasturtium bed very fraz-
lied and warm looking.
My goodness!' she cries at sight
If me. If I'd expected callers-I look
errible.
When l get back home. a wreck |
rom the long. hot walk and the crush
ng sense of having burst upon a half |
lozen families who didn't want corr.