New Britain herald., 1927-07-05
SALLY'S SHOULDERS by

 member who shoulders the burden for the rest the work beast.
 Sometime it is mother, working all day long and far into the night for those she loves.
 Sometime it is father slaving and saving to make both ends meet.
 In the Jerome family it Sally
 It was Sally who carried the family burdens-and they many and heavy-upon her slender young shoulders
 But it is doubtful that she knew what load she bore Certainly she did not know what feel sorry for herself She the sort of person who load to be lifted and lifts it if it feather instead of dead weight The of person who hard job to be done and does it cheerfuly.
 She didn't look the least bit like beast of burden, either If had her you would have said that she hadn't single in all the world Her smile like sudden sunrise it flashed out from her eyes and from the lifted of her mouth She walked lightly if there wings fastened her heels and she carried those shoulders of hers proudly that nobody guessed that troubles piled high both of them
 That was Sally Jerome for you Clever and courageous and upandcomng and without of silly selfpty about her .
 It was o'clock the third Monday morning in August, and hot as only August day knows how to be hot.
 In the Jerome famiys secondfoor flat Tres street the green wndow-shades pulled down the ss to shut out the heat that had been hanging the town for a week, heavy and depressing fog
 An electric fan had whirred and hummed all night long in Mrs Jeromes bedroomthe largest and arest room in the flat But in spite of it she had had bad night of the worst ones she had ever slept through.
 Three four times she had had to get her daughter Sally up to ask her for glass of cewater from the kc en- and for of the headache powders-the only kind she had found that did upset her stomach Mrs. Jerome enjoyed poor health to the utmost.
 She asleep and had been for hours, although later she would declare she hadn't slept wink. Her soft plump hands still holding the novel she had been reading when she dropped off
 In the middle room Beauregard her only and the ap- pie of her eye moved resessy in his sumbers Every and then he sighed and groaned he dreaming of the weeks work ahead of him.
 Beauregard called Beau for short but he did not live up to his dashng nickname For the only sweetheart he had had little Mabel Wmot and he was go- ing to marry her just he could afford to- Mabel had come home with Beau at midnight and was asep in Salys bed in the that Sally and Mie Jerome shared the back of the flat Mabel often spent night with the Jeromes when Beau too tired to take her home
 Sally had spent the night in the hammock couch the front porch.
 It had been anything but comfortable night for her. First of all she had got up at midnight to give her bed to Mabel Then the hammock couch three inches too short for her straight young body and there had been mosquitoes to bother her. besides In short it had been night of horrors
 But it takes than such night to dim the fresh loveiness of twenty, and Sally just twenty Her skin smooth healthy babys and her eyes were bright and dewy when she opened them the glare of the morning.
 High above the houseops the street the red Au- gust sun stood in a sky of brass.
 Sally blnked at it. Hello, Sun! Up and at it again, aren't you?" she said gently. And here's where rise myselfw
 She folded her sheets set the cushions upright the swinging couch, and went indoors.
 The darkened livng-room of tossed Sunday newspapers There cigarette ashes scattered the rug and Beaus straw hat lay the seat of the armchair beside the window Across the back of it hung his limp collar and neckte
 On the dining table the remnants of the mid night meal that he and his Mabel had eaten there six hours before-crusts of rye bread plate bowlfu of epted glasses of gingerae Mabes little pstick table the navyblue sandals she had kicked off and left lying there.
 Sally picked them up and tptoed down the long narrow hall to the bathroom.
 Making little noise possible she bathed, cleaned her teeth and brushed her hair.
 It lovely blueblack har clipped close to show the shape of her pretty head, and it shone like satin.
 Salys eyes deeply blue with thick upcurng lash that cast shadows against her lids Unusual eyes that changed with her moods and became gay and tender and grave by turn.
 She had the flawless white skin that is real gift of the gods to blue-eyed brunees, and red-lpped smile that people never forgot once they had seen it.
 But her greatest beauty that she did