Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1929-04-19
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WARREN
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TOLKS warned Jennie Maxwell of
r the Warren Way before she
i married Joe Warren. But she
laughed at them. Joe was big,
clean. bodied, clean-hearted, cookbook.
ing, and he loved her. She loved him.
The Warren Way didn't bother her
one bit
For two or three years Jennie did
just as Joe's mother had done; she
got along with things as they were
on the Warren homestead. House
keeping tools were clumsy and old
fashioned. Jenny washed by hand, u.s.
ing a pair of leaky wooden tubs and
tin washboiler. II was hard work,
particularly as she used her nice
pieces of linen every day. Somehow,
she just couldn't get the CRIME out of
the towels.
When Joe had the place Joined up
with the electric light system in the
nearby town Jennie saw help ahead.
Al the same time the barn was wired
lights were installed In the house. But
improvements stopped right there. Joe
felt he had spent enough money.
One Saturday afternoon Jennie
drove to town to do some marketing
and happened upon demonstration
of electric washing machines. Aft
err looking through the window at the
crowd of interested women inside the
hardware store, she entered. Her fa-
Their had been a machinist and she had
inherited knack for machinery.
There was a joke In her family to
the effect that II you gave Jennie a
hairpln and button hook she could
mend almost anything. This brisk,
capable labor-saver fascinated her. The
grimiest towel came out snowy white
Jennle's big dark eyes grew luml-
nous with longing. Two or three WON
en- gave orders for machine. One OF
these women was the wife Of man
who worked, odd times, for Joe. OF
course she had big family.
"How about you, Mrs. Warren"
the salesman asked, smiling at her,
pencil poised above order blank.
Jennie flushed and shook her head.
She wanted to talk 1t over with her
husband, she murmured. Behind her
Lucy Frost laughed.
"That's NIL 1t will amount to-talk-
ing II over" Lucy said to the woman
beside her. my husband works for
Joe Warren. He's tighter than the
bark to tree. And set in his way
the Warren Way"
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enough. She raced the car home.
Lucy Frost was liar. Joe would, he
must after that, let her have the wash
ing machine.
But Joe wouldn't When he learned
the price he was astounded.
"But, joe" pleaded Jennie, you
don't know what you're talking about.
Just see how the thing works before
you decide against It,"
Nothing she said had any effect up
on Joe. His lips shut In straight
line, his sandy brows drew down over
his gray eyes. With gesture he dis
missed the washing machine forever
Two days later a truck drove up to
Ihe barn. Two men got out and be-
gan to unload huge box. Joe came
running from the field. Jennie was
puzzled What was 1t going to be
now? She went out to see.
II was a milking machine Of the
most improved type. Joe hadn't told
her he was going to get It, They had
only four cows, registered Holsteins
which Joe never allowed anybody else
to touch. This expensive cOntraptiOn
was for them, tO.save Joe that hours
milking night and morning. Jennie
turned around and went back into the
house. She was washing, for JOe's
things got dreadfully dirty. She
scrubbed on the old washbOard with
all her might. Suddenly cry burst
from her lips. She had torn her hand
on the zinc. 1t required bandaglng.
She couldn't finish her washing that
day.
Next morning Joe had something
else to do so Jennie drew the milk
to the cOndensery. She drove the
light truck as well as Joe could and
IutTt was ulWuyo SOmCDOug W
unload the cans for her. Her hand
was still bandaged and very sore. And
her disposition was sore, too. She felt
she had as much right to washing
machine as Joe had to milking ma.
chine
She was delayed at the condensery
and she went In to watch the mn.
chlnery. She peeped into the great
vat where the fresh milk dubbed to
the proper point Of condensation In
three hours. Wonderful She moved
on to take look at the way the cans
were being filled and capped automutI
cally. But most amazing of all was
the tireless carrier which hurried
along with the empty shells while two
girls were feeding It with def, swift
motions. She knew the girls well
They were neIghbors, young, alert.
good looking.
Say, Elsie" she said, "how much
do you get a day for doing thatT
"Five dollars"
"Flve-" Jennie was startled. ut
looks easy" she added.
"Oh, 1t is! And I'd like to stay on
here but" she blushed.
"She's trying to tell you she's 60
ing to be married the first of the
month and her place here will be va.
can't" said Mary Fancher.
"They are looking for somebody to
take my place." Elsie said. During
this conversation the girls didn't once
pause In handling the empty shells
Jennie turned around and went
straight toward the Office As she
went she made swift computation -
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