Arizona republican., 1913-05-25
In the Quiet Woods
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Chicago Nevs)
 This is the forest primeval," said the wild of the woods. The murmuring pines and the hem locks, bearded with moss and in garments green. indstinct in the twilight Druids old, with voices sad and prophetic.
 Not long ago stranger came here looking for a hollow tree in which to take up his abode. He connected story from him. but I understood he had wife and three daughters and they all had to have hats for Easter and weeks and weeks together he heard of nothing but hats and millinery and finally his tottered it's throne and he fled to the sylvan solitudes
 him a commodiols cave down by creek, and never shall the glow of gratitude in the mans eyes He thought that his troubles ended ana that he could spend the rest of his life in his quiet hermitage, but, alas! his dreams rudely shattered On the following morning four females into the woods, guided by blood hound which they held in leash. They proved to be the unfortunate wife and daughters. He coming and tried to drown himself the brook that rippled unsteady before his but the water wasn't deep enough My heart bled for him when those stern, determined women rounded him up and chvied him back the busy haunts.
 My wife is a superior woman and wouldn't be guilty of such conduct. She had repeatedly tried matlc means She has sent numerous enVoys extra ordinary and ministers penpOtentiary, but all in vain. I have wavered times, for I'd do almost anything to obige that superb woman put when she asks me to back to the old life she asks too much. When I think of the travail and bitter ness she used to cause every time she bought a hat I hesitate longer
 Tt strange the best of women make an ordeal of buying lid. When a man hat he goes quietly to the store where hats sold and asks the urbane proprietor to dig something that won't make him look like d gorilla. He relies largely upon the matters Judg- ment and in this he shows good Judgment, for 1t stands to reason that the who spends his life selling hats must know more about them than the innocent bystander, whose thoughts are of slot ma chimes and moving pictures.
 The intelligent natter sizes up his customers head and hits it with hammer to see II It sounds hollow and then climbs ladder and takes band box from the top shelf, and from the bandboX he takes large and beautiful hat This IS Just what you want says he, and he puts it on your head with a shoehorn, and he seems perfectly satls- fled that it's just the thing that you'd consider IL impertinence to contradict him. So all you nave to do is to pay him and way, and you think about hats until the following spring
 How different it is with women. My Wife, who entirely ordinary times began to suffer from branStOrmS whenever spring approach ed For weeks and weeks she worried over the kind of hat she ought to buy Every mall brought her style books which looked like seed catalogues and she'd ponder and worry over them by the hour until her under the strain, and she shrieked and went bed with a SICK headache-
 Finally the day of the grand millinery open ing would arrive and she'd get early in the morn ing and chase around town from one bonnet joint