Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1920-03-30


citan,ent and also bearing a parcel, this one in
the husbands sinewy and always competent hands
'.Wonder if they're bringing eats" big Bill Smith
muttered under his breath. He had been as
sured that the Briggs parcel was not good Tor the
digestion.
II don't want anybody to look while l get it
ready No fair peeping" Ada Johnson warned. as
she bent over a chair in the remote corner of the
room. IL an amazingly long minute she relieved
the anxiety of the crowd by setting in the center
of the table mound of Easter eggs. colored in
the most ingenious fashion and bearing the names
of all the club members. They're warranted hard
boiled will not shrink warp rub off, and they're
to be carried home in the tail pocket of every
fellows dress suit" Johnson explained.
"Humph, know better place to carry eggs
than tndt" was Bills suppressed comment.
shall l open mine before or after dinner"
Mrs. Briggs asked. the shine having been rather
rudey brushed from her surprise by the hasty
appearance of the eggs
Il should say you'd have to open it before you
eat it," Jones gibed.
Il didn't mean the egg I was talking about
that" and she indicated the carefully wrapped
box on the serving table, just the waiter
rived with the anchovy paste SO it was not until
the interval between soup and roast that she got
around to the openings of the Easter surprise
How perfectly beautiful! How Interestingly
How unique came in chorus from the ladies' as
of by-gOne years, cut out and mounted to form a
mat for an unusually pleasing kodak picture of
the Briggs. The edge of mat and glass had been
cleverly bound in soft gray green
II hate you, Vera Briggs" Mrs. Jones calculated
II couldn't passe- partout a picture neatly as
this is done if l worked a week at it. And as for
combining these Easter lilies and angels and 9TH
err ct ceteras-wel suppose it's gift. look at
hats in the windows peoples heads, and 1
| think I'll go right straight home and get out my
old velvet and ostrich feathers and make swell
| hat for myself instead of blowing SIS for it. And
| do you know, the most graceful plume In the
| world would get rigid a poker the minute
| | get my fingers il? 1t makes me sick to see
| the things other women can do.
I'D trade my skill at making pictures and trim
| ming hats for the ability to concoct a salad the
| way you do it Mrs Briggs retOrted Every
thing know about cooking I've had TO grub for.
| | have to have a cook book glued TO the end OF my
! nose and all my wits about me- And 1 could die
OF envy when l see you flip things together with
| ont even looking TO see how much you're taking,
] and have the dish turn out simply delicious"
There love you again." May Jones dubbed.
! I'm going to hang this Easter picture in my bed
| ROOM and every time l look at it I'll reflect that
! NY one poor talent isn't stupid after all. And,
say Vera, any time You want to get out of cooking
/ a meal. there's loads of old feathers and har
/ shapes and velvet in the old trunk, up in the at
! tic"
SAY, girls. if you'll cut it out, I'll tell you a
| story Mrs. Jones husband broke in. Its right
! In season too 1 got the last chapter of il while
| was out the road this past week. and the
first installment came my way when l was a