The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1919-04-12

right thing by 'em, and bring 'em
up to know how to draw a straight
line betwixt right and wrong.
But this woman in the story, she
got to thinkin' she wasn't appre-
ciated, and mebbe she, wasn't, and
they's no use denying that she wore
the old clothes whites her husband
sported a flower in his button hole.
Then she moved from her home into
an apartment. 1 don't knows you
could call an apartment a home, tho
it's sort of makeshift if you can't
do no better.
And she Joined some clubs and
some maCe clubs. At first all she
could do was to bake biscuits for the
other club members to eat whites they
was thinkin' up wonderful things
that was goin' to revolutionize the
world.
But, la, she was just naturally so
brilliant that you couldn't hold her
down, and she branched out with an
exchange which begun payin' big prof
its, and then she become presidents
and things along that line.
About now, in the story, she's got a
United States senator tagging along
after her, and her home life has gone
all to smash. Her husband, him that
used to wear the flower in his button
hole, is clerk in grocery store, whites
she pays the bills; her little boy that
she'd loved and cherished, is goin' to
and he leases her about the senator,
in way none of the Jjmkinses would
do had 1 ever gone off at a tangent.
One daughter is in New York and
don't take no interest in the family,
nor the family in her, and the other
daughter, after hanging around after
man for ten years. has finally land
ed him, and been kissed by her old
beau, and is unhappy, and her'n and
her mother is as far apart as the poles.
The woman herself, tho she's goin'
on fifty years, is wearin' rose colored
satins, and fluffy ruffles, and bein'
just too coquettish for words with the
old fool of senator, who talks about
his empty mansion, and beggin' her
to say when she'll make him happy
by sharing it with him. They don't
neither of 'em take the pore old gro
Gerry clerk into consideration. OF
course, every dog having had his day,
the grocery store clerk, in his palmy,
flower-in -button-hole days, had had
his romance, too, an was goin' to have
divorce as soon as the boy come of
age, so I s'pose the author thought
that turn about bein' fair play, the old
man had ought've give his wife d.
vorce so she and the old senator could
get married.
In the last number the slush was so
deep that L was sorry 1 hadn't wore
my goloshes.
These yere folks is livin' in the most
| expensive kind of hotel now, with the
up-to-datenest draperies and furnish
! ings of their own, and she that had
started out so nice and domestic and
plain of dress, wearing clothes no
princess would turn up her nose at,
and travelling around the country to
conventions and things, and bein'
chairman of every thing that come her
way, but havin' sold the exchange, 1
can't see how she manages the ex-
pense, her pore old husband only-get-
tin SIS week.
Out here in Kansas there's a. sight
OF honor in bein' president of clubs
and chairman of committees, but there
don't nobody get rich at it, that I
| ever heard tell of. And most of
these we're committees this woman
is on are war work committees and
it's the first time L ever heard Of
anybody gettin' rich serving on any
| of them committees Out here folks
GAVE their time and their services
and I thought it was that way ali
! over the country. But this we're
woman, without no visible means of
support except the grocer clerk 8
salary, is livin' like a million dollar
woman might live-aIl on her club
honors, so fairs can see. If we club
women of Kansas who've worked our
fingers to the bone for empty honor
nave been film flammed, and If they
| pay princely salaries to presidents and
Things and chairmen, of committees,
we'd ought to know about it. seems
to me. MA JIMKINS.