Bisbee daily review., 1917-10-07
JUMBO COOKIES AND JOB WORK BOUGHT
 AWAY FROM HOME

AA" AS"SPdPCi uldu udu Sdu anu heavy thoughts the other day, brought on by the habits and tendencIes or certain Bisbee business men tu send out of town for their jobwork.
 Housing himself out of these son. bre meditations, the newspaper man left his den and walked down the street in the hope that the brilliant sunshine streaming down the valley would dissipate the mists of business disappointment from his mind.
 It was then that he met his goou friend, Tom Hughes, and stopped to discourse with him upon topics cal culated to cheer. The conversation turned to the exceeding high prices of pork. pancake flour and pincushions. And this reminded Hughes of an in cident of his early married life that he declared would never be effaced from his mind.
 Alter having ripped gayly for a week along the miracle track of the Honeymoon Trail, Hughes and his blushing bride settled down to the more serious duties of married life in a mining camp 10 the north of here few score miles more or less. Like most newly weds. they resolved to be very economical Never should their house lack shingles for the pro- verbal rainy day, resolved this wise and uvnndarfu1 hrfl For a starter they resolved to beat the H. c. L. and the local merchant with the same club. They procured mail order catalogue and bought a big bill of groceries from Chicago for half the price. The goods came and a drayman brought them to the dovecote and three husky assistants lugged them inside. The bride sent hurry-up call and Hughes dropped his fountain pen and adding machine in the furrow and hastened home at the call.
 With high hopes and proud satis- faction resting upon his bulging brow, Hughes unpacked the cases and car tons and his fair young bride ar- ranged their contents upon tahle. chair and shelf. The tiny kitchen was filled and the overflow was con signed to the dining room, the bed room and the parlor
 We had enough to feed four regi- ments in France for five months" said Hughes. with a reminescent sigh "We figured exultingly that We had saved enough money for a trip to the coast and Christmas presents for all our relatives. Well. sir. there was scarcely a thing in that stock of goods that was fit to eat. The coffee was made from oak bark, chieory. sawdust and tar. The oatmeal would have gagged a goat The canned peaches were too green and the dried peaches were too ripe. The bacon was too fat and the sausage too lean. The sugar had been garnered from a sand bank and the syrup was made from sangamon seeds, whatever they are.
 Two years later. when we left that little house with the pink pigeons on the gables. my wife called the old colored nanny that did our house work and made her a present of the lot. It was still practically intact, That faithful child of an oppressed race worked for three days to carry the stuff to her cabin
 Hughes sighed again. My first and last dip into the sea of economies that are beset with the shoals and rocks of department store catalogues"
 The newspaper man continued on his way, still seeking solace from the The jobwork bought from foreign shops is just like Tom Hughes Chicago coffee and cinnamon. but the trouble is. the men who buy it in iOblot jumbles do not know it. see ing only the low prices in the cata- logues that dazzled the eyes of Tom the bridegroom. years ago.