The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1918-01-14
Her Knitting

"That doesn't look like anything for
a soldier" said the blonde girl with
her lap full of gray wool.
'It isn't" admitted Lucy, displaying
the dark green article on which she
was at work. "It's mufier for ia
ther. He came into the house the 9th
er night while l was at work on a
pair Of socks, rubbing his elbow. A
woman had jabbed her knitting needle
into him on the street, car.
"'Why Is It, he demanded, that
women can't knit without carrying
those awful lowered bags around
with them? Why, every woman has
one the size of a market basket !
There ought to be a law against 1t !
Some of them may contain concealed
weapons or maybe even bombs.
saw a woman yesterday on the train
who had a dog in hers-I know she
did because It wriggled of its own
accord and barked. I'll bet women
spend a lot more time making those
bags than they do knitting anyway
Perhaps 1 admitted. They're
awfully interesting to design. I'm go
Ing to make pink satin and lace one
to carry with my evening gown Fa-
ther groaned.
"'And the things they knit 7 he went
on. Whoever heard OF a soldier with
web feet? I saw a woman making
some socks that never could fit any
thing but duck. Ye-es they may
have been mittens / hadn't thought
of that; he admitted Anyway, they
looked lumpy. And sweaters If
a thing is worth doing it is worth doing
well.
my stenographer has finisaed six
already. She's taken the Office waste
basket to keep her knitting in, and
every time / interrupt her for dicta-
tlon she looks at me as if 1 ought to
be ashamed for not having more pa
triotism. Jones' stenographer has even
gone so far as to ask him to hold her
wool every morning while she winds it
into a ball.
"'When / was at Doctor Williams
the other day saw woman knitting
in the dentists chair. The doctor told
me after she'd gone that he'd become
so nervous for fear she'd stick him in
the eye with needle that he'd pulled
the wrong tooth by mistake"
"Honest?" asked the blonde girl.
"That's what father said the dent
ist said. Served her right! father
went on.
"Goodnessl" exclaimed the blond
girl. 81 don't see how you dare to
knit him anything If he feels like
that"
"Well" said Lucy, pretty soon ia
ther came over and picked up the sock
I'd finished.
"This isn't so bad he remarked,
condesccndingly. AT least, your knit
ting isn't full of Jumps. l should
hate to think of a daughter of mine
adding anything to the discomforts OF
our soldiers. Can you. make anything
but socksY
"Why, yes l said I've made
muftiers and some mittens. Why?
"'Oh, just wondered he said in
very self-conscious tone. Jones
daughter has just knit him a woolau
mufFlcr. 1 suppose the things are nice
and warm
81 suppose they are, l admitted.
"T don't see why the soldiers should
have a monopoly of these knit goods,
he went on. The rest of us are work
ng for the country here at home. ]
guess Wen have some cold weather
.oo.'
Father l said, do you want me
o knit you a muffier?
"'Why, l thought if you have time,
lie admitted, 4 got little wool for it,
ike Jones'. Just let me know if you
iced any more And at that he turn
d and left me alone with all this
,reen wool.
"And after a while he came back :
nd explained that he had sent sub
tantial check to the Red Cross to
urther the knitting propaganda.
aren't men the funniest things r.
lurmured the blond girl, going back
or a lost stitch.
"They certainly are" chuckled Lucy.
when they think they're :
oollng you about something."-Chica
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