The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1913-06-21
SHOPPERS MANY WOES
BY BARBARA BOYD.


She approached the fioorwalker, az
being the man of knowledge, and ask
ed pleasantly: Can you tell me where
can find knitted sleeping caps?"
He looked slightly puzzled. "Knit-
ted sleeping caps!'' he responded du-
biously.
"Yes. Fos outdoor sleeping. One
needs something to protect the head.
you know"
"Yes, to be sure. They are In the
muslin underwear department"
But they aren't underwear"
mo. But the flannelette might
gowns are there, and"
objected.
II understand" he said soothinglyI
But all such things are together,
Fourth floor: take the elevator"
So she took the elevator. though
she thought whimsically that moro
correctly. 1t took her. and journeyed
to the fourth floor.
Il am looking for knitted sleeping
CAPS" she explained to a saleswoman
In the muslin underwear department,
something to wear on the head for
sleeping outdoors"
The saleswoman flung out nan-
nelette nightgown with q hood.
mo. that isn't what l want just
want cap for the head. 1t Is made
purposely for sleeping outdoors. 1t is
knitted"
You'll find the knitted things In
the Art Needlework," said the sales
woman. gathering up her nightgown.
"But this isn't exactly art needle
work"
"All the knitted goods are there"
replied the saleswoman. putting the
nightgown In a drawer. and turning
away.
So to the Art Needlework Jared the
searcher for q night cap. and once
moro told the tale Of her needs.
I'VE have these knitted motor
toQues," said the saleswoman.
mo. they are not what want
These sleeping caps are made pur-
posely for sleeping outdoors. They
are knitted to At over the head and
come well down over the forehead"
The saleswoman's face showed q
gleam of intelligence. II know" she
said. You'll ind them in the Hosiery
Department"
Hosiery"
Yes. All the knitted things are
there. It's the Subway Gallery In the
basement"
So to the basement the woman Jour
neyed and interviewed the stocking
counter.
The saleswoman shook her head.
C-You should have gone to the knit un-
derwear counter" she said with note
of mild reproof In her voice. And AZ
the searcher turned away she heard
the saleswoman say to fellow clerk:
They'll be coming here for washtubs
next"
YEARLY she leaned against the knit
underwear counter. slave you knit
ted sleeping caps?" she asked sales
man.
Motion COUNTER he said briskly.
He spoke 30 confidently hope re-
vived, and she turned her footsteps
toward the notion counter.
You'll find them" said the sales
woman in reply to her inquiry.
mo, WON'T" replied the woman
firmly. "They are not In house fur
nishings. nor in harness supplies, nor
yet In Photographic goods nor jewelry-
The shoe department hasn't got them.
nor gloves. In f4ck ] dQn5 think tAeyj
nre In the store"
At this the saleswoman wok6 upl
why don't you try the once Of the
manufacturer she asked IT'S right
down Main street I'll look mp tho
number in the phone book"
This she did. and confident the
quest was now 1T an end. the worn
and weary searcher set forth down
Main street. But at the number CIV
en- there was no knit goods once. and
nobody In the neighborhood knew Of
any. For a moment she looked ut .
department store. across the street
But her watch told her the morning
was gone, her feet told her she was
dead tired, and her common sense
told her to go home and sleep indoors
like ordinary mortals.
And when her husband asked her
that night II she had bean shopping
she said. "No. Hunting" Whereat
he made some sarcastic remarks
about the time women waste fooling
around In the shops. But she was
too tired to open up an argument