The Monmouth inquirer. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1865-1933, 1925-07-02
Purely Personal

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"Fat!" exclaimed Mrs. Connery, in
dignantly. There isn't word in the
Epgli 3h LANGUAGE i so thoroughly de-
spise! don't see why person can't
be called pump, inclined to be stout.
or somettiAs besides that obnoxious
word ft.'
"st. Ag DEAR interrupted the
woll-;leah'na ffiepd, you know you
are q agt tnfty pounds over weight,
ana ore uant trashfully call you
ans til... ast i5ut the word you don't
like"
ekrd, r,9y ask" Ms. Connery re-
turned fie aiagly, why you shcld
feel compelled t. call mc anything at
all? [ don catalos ell my fe.cads'
shortcomings don't feel it's my
Christian duty to inform each one taat
they're too fat, or too skinny, or some
thing equally unpleasant. There isn't
a single person l know who really is
the correct weight for their height
they're either ten or twenty pounds to
the bad one way or the other. Now
take yourself for instance"
"I see no reason for bringing me in
to the discussion, at ALL loftily re-
piled the well-meaning friend. is
always the way = if you try to do a
good turn, try to point out peoples
deficiencies, they Immediately begin
getting personal"
81 suppose you weren't getting per-
sonal when you so sweetly mentioned
my thirty pounds excess weight! Since
when did you become an authority on
the exact number of pounds at which
perfect specimens of feminine beauty
should tip the scales. If you, your
self, would only drop penny in the
slot of any one Of those machines ons
the elevated platforms you'd find
you're pounds and pounds under
weight, and take it from me, no man
likes to feel that the wife of his bos--
ON runs around looking as if a square
meal was the one thing in life she real
ly needed It's an out and out reflec-
ton on his financial condition"
.Haye you quite finished!' the we'll
meaning friend inquired in an I'd new
scend-to-yourlevel tone. "Well
pass all your kind remarks as TIC my
emaciated appearance and my hus,
bands ability to buy me nourishing
food, but let me tell you, Eliza Con-
merry, the woman who allows herself to
fat signs her own death warrant so far
as domestic happiness is concerned.
"Obesity has been the cause of more
- :. 1yo1t'1
care to think about. You needn't get
so red in the FACET doesn't do e bit
Of good to lose ones temper when one
hears a few plain truths, and SO long
as this conversation has become so
personal, intend to have my say.
Does John Connery have a stenog.
rapher who's inclined to be stout? He
does not, and you're the one that
knows it! We're you like the knob of
some chain of mountains when he mar
ried you-truth compels you to admit
that you were not! What's the ans
wer?~
Mrs. Connery, burning with wrath,
wreathed her face in a desperate
smile.
'.My dear" she purred, Il trust.
though overburdened with fat, that
shall never forget my obligations as
hostess, When you 'phoned you were
coming I had Bede1ia make some of
her delicious cream puffs. and her CO.
! Goa with floating marshmallows-
/ most nourishing, you know"
Leaning forward, she continued
sweetly and confidingly, Il do wish you
would eat plenty of eggs and potatoes!
Drink milk, too, though the price of
everything is outrageous. You know
it never pays to consider expense
when one is in your rundown condi-
! ton.
Honestly, If you were only about
twenty pounds fatter you'd lose that
haggard, drawn look, and, my dear,
| I'm sure you wouldn't look a day older
than you really are"