Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1919-02-28
All for
Sadie
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BY NEWTON A. FUESSLE
Copyright.

12-story Range building and that of
handsome lady in evening dress. la
beled "Mme. Josephine Lloyd, presi-
ident."
The school. in reality. consisted of
one Harry Lloyd Rugglesford, one re-
built typewriter, one peroxidized ska
week stenographer. one secondhand
roll-top desk, and a small dingy
room on the top floor of the Range
building. The pictured building on
the stationery was, therefore. case
of metonomy, and that of the shoulder
show gentle fake.
FL. Lloyd Rugglesford was president
secretary, treasurer, board of direct
ors, and office boy of the school, along
with it's faculty of able teachers and
far-famed authorities on hair-dressing,
facial massage, manicuring, and CHI
ropody, and kindred recherche, erudite
and reconcile subjects.
His course Of instruction was by
correspondence. 1t comprised II les
sons. The fee was $20-in-advance-
you-pay- but-once-results-gu guaranteed.
He advertised In newspapers and
western magazines whose advertising
managers were not yet overwhelmed
by advertising reform.
When the beauty doctors follow
up system was slow in convincing the
village bellies that they should be sci
entifically beautified, he made haste
to hold forth the lure of a special rate
of observation-disclosures 5
or SLIT.
He gagged his haste and figures by
the quality of the stationery upon
which mademoiselle had propounded
her inquiries. AS q judge of human
nature-I mean feminine nature, for
there is a difference-by the station
cry route, Harry Lloyd Rugglesford
was an adept.
The twelve printed lessons cost him
fourteen cents. Advertising he figured
at fifteen cents an inquiry. Office rent
was seven dollars a month. The de-
probation of the rebuilt and of the
P. B. stenographer were small. Over
head expenses were less. Hence his
sound judgment allowed him not in
frequently to descend to the one dol
lar and seventy-seven cents mark.
Forgive me, reader. for. this tagging
start and the ARRAY of dull statistics. /
apologize also to the editor, the limo
type man and the proof reader. Anon
will 1 endeavor to redeem myself.
Do you crave romance, love, oscula-
ton? dab of pathos, shift of
paragraphs, lively conversation? Oh
very well. Perhaps I can accommo-
date you.
Twas June.
How's that for a telescoped para
graph?
FL. Lloyd Rugglesford swung jaunt-
lily off the trolley car, winked at the
man on the corner decorated with the
sign, "Please Help the Blind" re-
ceived an answering wink, paused at
the florists, purchased a 5O-cent
bunch of violets, and was elevated to
the twelfth floor of the Range build
ing.
The doctor of beauty entered the
beauty school with a satisfied air.
Sadie, the stenographer, was pound
ing out form letter No. 7. That same
epistle was calculated to plunge the
fair recipient into the seventh inferno
of despair because she had not yet
purchased a money order and essayed
the route of scientific Identification.
Form letter No. was a masterpiece
of selling talk on the scientific elimi-
nation of pimples, freckles, moles,
blotches, birthmarks, hair on the face,
ingrown fingernails and the like.
"Hallo, Sade," said the beauty doc
tor 81 believe you said you liked vi
Diets. I've bought you few"
He handed her his offering with a
truly EliZabethan bow.
ever so much, Harry" she said
gaily, raising the bouquet to her pretty
retrousse nose. II haven't saw as
swell bunch as this all spring. You're
there with the keen eye for nifty flow
ers, all right. Them roses the other
day was too dear for anything"
"Quit kidding, Sade," said the
beauty doctor, smiling archly. you
know that nothing's too good for you.
Anything much in the way of mail to-
day."
Sadie handed him a bundle of let
tiers.
An examination of their contents
disclosed IA money orders, eight fes-
tive letters of warm commentator of
the course, 10 vigorous kicks from dis
gruntled students, six threats to report
the institution TO the post Office au-
| thorities if certain sums were not
forthwith returned, and % answers to
| advertisements.
Anything startling Harry?" in
CURED Sadie, pausing in her clatter.
Same old thing" he rejoined.
Kicks and kopeks galore, and % new
nibbles."
well. amt that just fine!" rejoined
the private secretary. renewing her
mastication of the chicle and her at
tack on the rebuilt.
Harry returned to his mornings
mail, strove TO translate the aspect of
the 80 inquiries into terms of dollars
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