Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-01-28
Changed Her Mind

"Girls," said young Mrs. Allison. ad.
1usting her collar to a coquettish angle
and smoothing her pique skirt 81 have
news! Now, what do you think?"
War on millinery" inquired the
young matron with auburn hair, con.
cisely.
Neither" said young Mrs Allison.
with a grin. "Matrimony."
"Gracioasl" calculated the sewing
circle as one seamstress, with bated
breath and suspended needles. Hurry
up and tell us, Celeste"
II never hurry" said young Mrs. Ali.
son, placidly. .Haste, my beloved hear
ers, is the curse OF the American com.
monwealth, the destroyer OF courtly
manners and the handicap of the rising
generation, because"
"Doi you charge admission?" inter.
rupted the young. matron with auburn
hair, 'pertly.
Because" continued the speaker,
firmly, "it racks the nerves and wastes
the vitality and reduces the mind to a
state of weariness. 1t makes the fat
man look fatter and the thin man look
thinner"
"She sounds like patent cement
house advertisement" murmured the
auburn haired matron. "Cool in win
| ter and warm in summer-or is 1t the
other way about!'
And" finished young Mrs. Allison,
with determination, "it cakes the pow
der on every woman's nose!"
Nonsense, Celeste" said the fluffy
haired blonde. Weren't you ever late
for a dressmaker's appointment?
you'd etter believe / was" con-
ceded young Mrs. Allison, with sudden
ruefulness. "Three-quarters of an
hour, this very morning. Where's my
powder rag now?"
I'm your belt" remarked the auburn
haired member crisply. "And what is
your news?"
"Oh, that!" said young Mrs. Allison,
brightly enthusiastic again. "How
could | forget it! Such news, my
dears! Quite important enough to
honor this occasion of our last meet
ing before we adjourn for our several
vacation-to fade our hair and peel
our noses. All right, then, III tell, Me-
lissa is engaged"
"No!" cried the members, in unison.
"Will some one please tell me-" In.
quired the fluffy-haired blonde, "why
1t is that when girl, even the hand.
soonest of girls, announces her en-.
gagement, the feminine audience al
| n inc
voice?"
1.-THE world is astonished at her
temerity, my love-" answered young
Mrs. Allison, promptly. Here's Me.
lissa now!"
The sewing circle fell upon the tall
brunette in the doorway and showered
her with Fluctuations.
"Now," ended the matron with au
burn hair, tell us about him, dear
You've always said you'd never, never
never marry a red.headed man, per
son in the railroad business, or a Dem
ocrat, SO, suppose, he is none Of those
things. Is he tall and dark?"
"His complexion is about like yours,
hesitated the graceful brunette with
her eyes on her thimble.
"Wh-what?" cried the sewing circle
aghast.
Young Mrs. Allison grinned agair
and looked out the corner of her eye
at the fluffy-haired blonde. "And wha
does he do for a living, my child?'
she inquired persuasively.
He's secretary of the ]. B. G NJ. rail
road" said the bride-to-be. "And," sh'
added, Indignantly, before the shout o
laughter quite drowned her voice, "h,
says he voted last time for Wilson
but he has promised me positively tha
next time he'll vote for Jane Ad
dams!"
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