The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1922-12-28

out 10 the WOOu-
shed and hold an indignation meeting
and pass a series of resolutions de-
nouncing your toil-worn husband be-
cause he hasn't furnished you with
marble halls and vassals and serfs by
your side.
You know that 1 am swaybacked
and ~kneesprung as a result Of my he
roic efforts to keep the wolf from the
door. If you were the right sort Of
woman you would say, after seeing
the Wigglemeyer outfit, My esteemed
husband may not be able to surround
me with such oriental luxury and mag.
nifcence, but everything we have,
from the sanitary couch to the plush
rocker, is paid for, and It Is better to
sit or a nail keg free from incum-
brance. than to bask at ease on a Per-
sian divan that may be confiscated by
the installment house the first time we
miss a payment
IF you would look at things in that
light, Mrs. Jamesworthy, 1 would feel
more like continuing the struggle to
sidestep the poorhouse.
Suppose we had the house full Of
sumptuous furniture, what better off
would you be? There might be a
%sneaking satisfaction in showing it off
to visitors, but such satisfaction is an
unholy thing. 1t is the pride that
goeth before destruction. 1t is vanity
and vexation of spirit. Only a mean
cniritn6 hn1Iny mo will avhfhit hnr npr-
geous rosewood furniture to a woman
who has to struggle along with a bed
and dresser made OF a cheap grade of
pine.
"When the shades of night have
fallen fast, and Mrs. Wigglemeyer goes
to her bedroom and to her imposing
mahogany bed, do you suppose she
sleeps in it any better than you do in
your golden oak bed that went out Of
fashion twenty years ago? l trOW not,
Mrs. J~ameSworthy. That golden oak
bed nust have narcotic qualities, for
the way you sleep is a caution to mum
mics. If you could hear yourself snor-
ing you'd be perfectly satisfied with a
couch that makes such snoring posi-
bic.
I'm these degenerate days the wom-
en- think of nothing but making q big
display. If they can't do it in their
millinery, they want to do it in their
houses. They forget that all grandeur
is superfluous. You get nothing out of
it. What is a bed for? To sleep in;
and when you sleep you are uncon-
scious. Then what difference does it
make whether you sleep in a $500 ma
hogany bed, or a 81 cotton hammock
What is a chair for? To sit in; and
you can sit just as we'll in a rustic
chair that you bought at a second
hand store, as you can in the chair Of
ebony inlaid with pearl.
when l was young, women were
different. My sainted mother had no
use for expensive furniture. Father
always was dissatisfied with the bed
he had to sleep in. He made it him
self, with an ak and crowbar, when he
was a young man. The Stats were al
ways falling out of it and dumping my
revered parent on the floor, and when
he picked himself up he used to say
things that had smoke on them. AS
ne grew older he wanted a new mod
ern bed, but mother wouldn't stand
for 1t. She wouldn't hear Of such ex-
travagance. She used to tell father
that he wouldn't be able to sleep In a
first-class bed, he had so long been
used to finding his feet about a yard
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Finally my mother"
II wish 1t was finally with your
mother" said Mrs. Jamesworthy. I'm
sick of hearing Of her."