The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1922-10-27
TRUE BEAUTY
BY ROSE (. RAkALAR

Fanny hastily finished sweeping some
dirty chocolate seconds" off her floor,
hriskly punched the time clock and
scrambled into her last years spring
made-over suit
"Wot's the grand rush?" languidly
chewed chocolate wrapperess.
I'm going to the boilermakers' third
annual tonight" she telegraphed. and
boited. But that was not the main
cause of her excitement.
In all her twenty years she never
had INDUCED in real manicure and
massage. Now, ever since her ready
acceptance of Bennie's casual oral In
vitation, two months ago, Fanny had
forsworn gum, lemon and lines, and
dreamed-of luxury. Tonight she still
lacked petty cash to realize her fer
vent desire She vowed to obtain that
deficit somehow, somewhere. Hence
the grand rush."
Five minutes hurried walk from the
factory brought her into her home, OH
the Stoop.
AT small secondhand table near
the back window, sat Joie. Opposite
him reigned plump Mrs. Zibin, con-
tentedly masticating some hot boiled
potatoes.
Fanny threw her late model on
nearby chair seat and FASTENED into
the family bedroom anxiously re-
counted-only one whole dollar.
She scanned her healthy finger
nails. then peered at the worried,
youthful reflection in the half blind
glass.
Il just gotta, just gotta, that's
ALL" she murmured. After carefully
relying her boarded treasure, she
thoughtfully walked into the kitchen.
why can't you give 1t to me, maY
bringing up that subject again. "All
need now is 40 cents"
Mrs. Zibin coughed dryly, and with
arched eyebrows and struggling shoul-
ders, mildly asked, Forty cents?
Where should get you 40 cents? tell
you papa is right when he hollers. You
don't know what suffering Is yet. So
many people go around with their
hands In their pockets-with nothing
to do, and 1t wants you massage. A
massage you want? A piece of hard
bread to put in your mouth, you should
pc glad, yet you cry your eyes out
for massage"
II need 1t. l gotta have 1t. Just
this time, ma" she entreated.
It's them new peoples" Mrs. Zibin
peeled another jacketed potato. Such
noises what they make! 1t should only
clap them in their head. Three days
what they moved in, and every mantel
of mine they break. Go, Fanny. Go
holler on them. They should stop"
81 have no time. gotta dress. Tell
Joie"
Our imbiber of written thrills and
soggy Jumps raised a shrewd counte-
nance. You always tell me to go.
won't go. You told her first"
Mrs. Zibin sighed heavily as she
peeled and aired her sorrows to no one
In particular "Such children | got"
Reluctantly Fanny tapped on the
noisemaker's door and entered. On
the bare floor crouched an exceedingly
thin woman, soothing wailing child.
"Why do you make so much noiseT
indifferently.
skeleton. my kid bangs the floor
when he's hungry"
Fanny adored children.
Drawing a deep breath, she plunged
Here" She dropped her clinking cap
| ital into the squatting, skinny lap
then met the unturned, deeply sunker
eyes. A soul lay bare its gratitude.
Fanny then descended as softly as
possible.
"a kid and his ma are starvin' up
stairs" quietly reported Fanny.
Mrs. Zibin lost her appetite.
''Is it? Moor she gasped "Tll &C
get them bite. Don't stand looking al
me. Go dress. It's getting late"
The faithful alarm clock on the
shelf warned seven.
Reused TO action, an awakened Fan
ny quickly slipped off her made-over
cheap serge. energetically massaged
her smooth skin with plain soap anG
cold water busted 1t with talcum. anG
| perfected quick manicure with 9
common pinhead. Quite contrary te
her mood, she hummed, ''Tve Got the
| Blues"
With cheeks bearing a tantalizine
flush, such as no beauty expert coult
hope to produce. and eyes sparkling
with understanding, she answered Ben
MES knock. At sight of her he
| whistled
"Geep' was his pithy tribute, "you
look great"
At the ball Some said 1t was her ex
preston. but whatever the cause OF
her attractiveness, the majority ad
mired 1t, and forgot to notice the alb
sence Of pink -paste-high-polish on hel
clean fingernails.
Quite long time later, we see Fanny
In her own comfortable home, hem
ming the party dress of her listening
grownup daughter. and winding up hel
discovery of that whole-hearted serv
Ice beauty secret, g. and at tha
ball your papa took me !. this Who'll,
silver candlestick | won for beaut,
prize and don't forget | didn'
get my beauty massage and manicure
either"