Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-02-28

~ Greek ointment-artist used to
"A tell his etiquette pupils, IT'S
4 4 an Ill handkerchief that blows
nobody good"
And when he said as per see above,
] got no doubt but that he was think
ing of them limp. sleazy squares Of
Chiffon and etc, such as Is now car.
ried by we ladies. And how true his
remarks was, come home to me in the
home not long ago when l and George,
that's my husband. fought to a draw
over my taking a cold and his hand
kerchiefS out of his bureau. But any
woman, especially If married. will
know how far one of them stunted fe-
male mouchoirs will go. when a person
really needs to use 'em.
They will go as far as the living
room table, or maybe the front hall.
and then you hat to run back for
another. and I expect Eucalyptus
book of etiquette probably tells we
ladies not to leave 'em around the
house in little wet balls. but this rule
has never been put in actual practice
90 fairs I know, not since female
pockets went out of fashion, anyways.
So naturally what is a person with
a cold to do except Use their husba nd's
handkerchiefs? Whatever happens to
old maids without fathers or brothers
in the house under them Circum-
stances is more than / care to
imagine. 1t Is one of them great so.
cial tragedies which only time can
solve.
Well. anyways. 1 and George and
words over me taking his, and he says
to me, what you ought to do is take
something for that cold. and l says
I amb, l amb taking your handker-
chiefs! And he says well. you
wouldn't hat to If you would take
something sensible instead. Take a
little exercise and a pink pill. Take
q little care of yourself for change,
no wonder you women are always
sick. what with the way you sit
around the house all day doing moth
ing. For the luvva tripe, take little
healthy exercise! And then he beat
II for the train, feeling he had done
his whole duty to me, and had ought
to be a we'll woman by the time he
come home.
Well George was wrong when he
says / never exercise. Right that min
ute was exercising that self-control
which with me, the same as with
pretty near any wife. had grown abso-
lutely muscular with years of married
life. But once George was out of
sight, out Of mind. also. on account
had greater worries than handker-
chiefs or words with him.
up to find out I was down with
cold that morning. l at the same time
realized where 1t was only one day to
Thursday, and 1t was my turn to
have our Ladies' Thursday Club at
my house. Not only was I to make
the sandwiches and cake, but was
also to make the speech of the after
noon. 1t being on the subject Of Now
that we have the vote, what can we
think I'M To WORRY the menu
TIP to this time admit I had had
cold feet, but that would never of
prevented me talking. had listened
10 them ladies drool such a lot, II was
only fair for me to get my innings,
but Hot Bozo! No luck, here / was
with my head feeling like 1t was stuff
ed with absorbent cotton, and my
voice having all the sweetness Of
dying frogs. Then just when I was
about In despair and the midst of dust
ing the parlor, what would ring only
the doorbell and when / opened It just
SUFFICIENT a crack for the icy air to
strike the sensitive spot in my throat,
there was Mabel Bush. the one that's
married to that Joe Bush of the Haw-
thorne Club.
Come on in quick, dear. 1 says,
I've got a awful cold. And in she
come You have? she says. why I
can hear 1t. dear. you wheeze In
way reminds me of my poor mother.
Is that so? says. did she die Of It?
1t wasn't her. personally, says Mabel.
Il was the old style organ In her
parlor you made me think of. 1t
used to breathe that way just before
the music come.
Well. I SAYS, don't worry, I'm not
conner sing. / says In fact / can't
oven scarcely talk and I've got to.
tomorrow, at the club meeting. Well
dear, don't worry. says Mabel. can
tell you the very thing to do for that
cold. Just take little mustard-seed,
nut Il into hot water. and as soon as