The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-10-06
LAURA JEAN LTBBY'S DAILY TALKS ON HEART TOPICS
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TRYING TIMES FOR WIVES

ITO one whose love for me shall last When lighter passions long have
 passed
 So holy is and true;
 To one whose love hath longer dwelt More keenly fixed, more keenly felt
 Than any pledged by you-''
 In these days when but one worri- some thought seems to possess the minds Of husbands. when they clutch their papers ea carIy to read the war news and mediate long and earnestly over it, 1t behooTes the wives of their bosonas to eontrfve some means to dispeI the gathering gloom-fnd a di- version which will take up their at tention.
 She cannot hide the evening paper, for nine men out of ten would rather miss his meal than to give up read ing of the news of the day. When friends come to dine, instead of hu1- by 8 being able to forget the subject of war is dragged in with the soup, to last through till nuts and coffee. IT she accompanies her good husband to the theatre, whether it be a high priced production or a movie the managers seem determined to give the people their moneys worth by issuing
 some kind of a bulletin about it or showing 3. few reels Of the horrors of wide-wor1d disturbance.
 What place can she go to that is not saturated with such news2 It keeps l her husband depressed and guessing as to what will happen next. No mat 1 ter how long she has worn her old
 gown, and asks for new one. she is rebuffed by an ominous shake of the head No knowing what turn his bus 1 mess affairs might take, he tells her, adding that she had better keep a tight clutch on the dimes and dollars. lV1 1.- l-. rs- --S-& mobile for her birthday, hubby sug- l gests that she put the money to an | other use-coal for the winter, or a. l nest-egg against the high price of Iiv ing If she's been expecting her moth | CT to come and pass a month or more with her, hubby cries frantically: Not l now; there's enough war on the other l side! Let us have peace. Even her l innocent little club affairs come in for an overhauIing. She must cut down l the number she belongs to and enter l tain her neighbors at no cost Her 1 little boys show, her the spirit of the | times They marshal all the lads of I the neighborhood in her front yard, | and with paper swords and putty blowers for guns are having terrific 1 encounter What heed do they pay to l her beautiful flower beds and rose ] bushes in time of war? They trample them down as ruth1ess1y as stray birds | j supposedly Red Gross nurses have
 their own troubles in dragging off the
 wounded lads The good wife wishes I from the bottom of her heart that she | could take her family to some remote l spot where not a word could be read
 or heard of terrible war. She quite be- l lieves if her husband was a modern ! Robinson Grusoe, cast off on a lone is- land. he'd find the way to send out
 wireless measa ges intensely intent
 upon the last word as to what had de-
 veloped over night. But wise wives l will 20 on making home all the pleas | anter and more cheery for their hus- bands and loved ones. Wives and
 daughters should brush up their for
 gotten music and treat papa and his
 friends to inspiring home treats that
 his heart may not be too heavy with l other burdens Now is the time to
 make your home as attractive as pos sible