Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1931-05-14
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Dear Editor:

Dear Editor:
Well, Aggie, / got the soap grease
ana ashes. Thanks a lot. I'll bring
you a jar of the soap when I get It
made. The candles didn't turn out so
well. Sheep don't seem to turn out rs
good quality Of illumination as cleo
tricity does; but when time turns
backward in its flight what can one
expect?
l got to talking to friend the other
day about travelling. Talking of the
perils, discomforts and limitations of
travel she told me about going to
Seattle the other morning on Verona.
Jupiter Pluvious had fit of the sulks
which developed into genuine crying
spell by the time the boat got well out
into the hriny. Verona was extremely
damp. My informant had sunken into
a state of coma and was oblivious Of
the weather, but she regained con-
seriousness when small but persistent
stream of water began investigating
her spinal column.
My friend resented this familiarity
and hastily extracting herself from the
close embrace of the chair she had
chosen sought another seat. BY clever
maneuvering she contrived to step
over several pedal extremities that had
been carelessly left in the aisle, and
ignoring the dirty looks of very large
man who had indelibly impressed his
double "E" bulk in triple IA" chair,
she ensconced herself in an adjoining
chair. But Verona simply was not
prepared for the weeps and another
inquisitive trickle sought outlet by
dripping merrily over the good lady's
face. You know, Aggie, faces these
days resent water so there was Moth
ing left to do but go outside and take
it standing up.
Oh, yes-before I forget-do you
think those insecticide powders are
really good for bed-bugs? mean bad
for them, suppose. Some one told
me that Verona had small, but
efficient incubator that is capable of
turning out very ferocious variety Of
this predatory insect. You know in
my opinion they are not just what the
best families care to include in their
guest lists; but if one does happen to
escape from Verona I'd like to know
just how to receive it. OF course,
Aggie, I'm not telling this bed-bug
scandal for sworn truth, but it sounds
reasonable considering the cock
reaches that revel In Verona's hidden
recesses.
understand the women who go to
market are exhausted trying to ex-
press themselves about verona's past
history, her idiosyncrasies, and possible
future vagaries. One good woman be-
means the fact that now the fresh
eggs she totes in every day will prob
ably be Matched before they finish the
long tour of West Seattle which they
are obliged to make since they've
taken to travelling on the Fauntleroy
ferry. Another who takes In plants
and flowers tried to bride one of the
truck drivers to stop at all the drink
ing fountains and sprinkle her wares.
Little chicks grow into broilers and
fresh meats are quite ripe by the time
the farmer places them in his stall.
Trying to show some Of the Walters
that every cloud has a silver lining I
pointed out how pleasant the long ride
on the street car must be for them
the scenery, the cheerful clatter Of the
iron wheels, the bits of conversation
they could over hear, the variety of
odors they could inhale, the exhilarat-
ing effect the sudden lurches of the
car as 1t stops and starts would have
on their early morning digestions.
And then what could be better
preliminary to a long day spent on
ones feet than the climb from the
ferry to the car line. Now there is
pleasure and toll combined In the
proper ratio! II, added to the walk,
one must carry heavily laden market
basket in one hand, ditto shopping
bag in the other and parcel or two
tucked under the arms, why complaint
What better way to preserve youth
full figure or perfect graceful walk
You know Aggie, was working up
a perfectly ripping case Of pure en-
thusiasm when one Of those matter
of-fact women said, i've got bunions.
corns and callouses, and my back has
two permanent waves In 1t already,
besides have fallen arches"
Well, Aggie, 1t wasn't so much what
she said as how she said it. You just
can't be optimistic with some people
so / relapsed into wounded silence.
I wanted to tell you about another
bit of scandal in Verona's part. You
know she used to be called-well, I'll
tell you about that some other time.
Suffice to say the hussy Is sailing I'M
der an alias.
Well, Aggie, I've got halitosis from
talking SO much about Verona so will
stop and gargle.
AS ever,
Oh Miss Fat.