The Idaho Springs siftings-news. (Idaho Springs, Colo.) 1905-19??, 1916-01-14
JACK HOBAN
InventS a Cure for Wash
Day Troubles

there was vigorous Misunderstanding,
the usual personal inquiries and
then the following conversations:
"Mr. JONES' said Jack, you've
been a successful man in more
ways than one, and are what we
style level headed, careful critter.
For this reason l want to ask your
opinion and advice regarding an
improved washing apparatus. In
this age of progress it seems like
blamed shame to have the ladies'
of the land stopping around in
soapsuds one day out of every
seven wash day to me is a day
of torture and torment. The old
woman is up before the stars close
their eyes, yanking the sheets,
pillow cases and blankets off the
bed. She pulls me out half dead
and half alive to help carry the
water, run for soap and starch,
help turn the washer and about
nineteen hundred other things.
BY the time breakfast is ready the
house is SO saturated with soap
suds, steam and sinking clothes
that | cannot tell whether | am
eating Donnelly's soap, old socks,or
the finest breakfast woman ever
cooked At dinner you sit down
on bunch of wet clothes, bark
your shins on an old wringer, and
are compelled to carry out wash
water, washing machine, etc. The
bill of fare smells like dead cat,
and you can't tell for the life of
you whether the beans and po-
tatoes have been cooked in the
wash water or not. A firm faith
in the absolute cleanliness of Il
fellows wife isAhe only assurance
he has that such is not the case.
When you come home to supper
there's job awaiting you as dis
agreeable as being stung by a mail
order house. You must gather in
the clothes Charley Ames says
it's awful, and it is. After supper
when you've settled down to read
ing the latest war bulletin and
begin smoking a big fat cigar some
friend has given you, you are
asked to move while the woman
sprinkles the clothes. You do it
in the sweet spirit of obedience
every man exhibits toward his
wife, when she sloshes a quart of
cold water down your back and
later spills pan of water all over
your Christmas slippers, fellow
is provoked almost to profanity
and rebellion. Father McCabe
says he has known men under
these circumstances to actually
frown at their wives, kick the cat,
and say ''doggone the luck" Next
day there is ironing to do and the
fiat irons monopolize the heating
surface of the range to the extent
that you cannot get cup Of hot
coffee for an hour or SO after the
usual time, and you are compelled
to stand up and eat your poor
little breakfast off a shelf or
barrel in the pantry, because the
dining room table has been trans
formed into an ironing board, and
every chair in the house is COW
cred with white clothes too i'm
maculate to be set down upon by
mortal man After dinner on
ironing day, when man wants to
lie down and take his after dinner
nap, every bed. bed-lounge and
easy chair in the house is covered
with ironed shirt waists, stand Gov
ers and the like. j. W. B. Smith.
who has made a political canvas
OF the county several times, says
this state of affairs exists every
where. I've talked the matter
over with Dad Cain, Joe Burke.
and other dignitaries and they
think something ought to be
done along this line for humanity's
sake as well as for huwomanity's