Plentywood herald., 1931-02-26

Not but that she had not had enough
and to spare of love in her life. She
had certainly had the love of all the
children. Had it yet. for that matter
Stanley, the oldest. had always been
a sweet child. She still, when talking
behind his back, called him "the little
feller.' Mary arrived two years after
him. A beautiful towhead with a
tongue on her and a brain as quick
as minute. George had had a hard
time as baby. He was the kind that
took" everything from teething rash
to measles. My They'd had time
with him. Alice was ushered in to
the strains of "Alexander's Ragtime
Band" Here she was a full grown
woman and it seemed only yesterday
Emily was hemming up her baby
dresses
Emily, very secretly, began to count
up how old she was because she hadn't
admitted a birthday since she was
thirty. Thirty-thirty-o y-one-well, never
mind.
She was old enough to know better,
but she couldn't help specializing about
the feelings existing between man
and wife. Not the physical feeling
because that was nature at her most
obvious. 1t must be right because it
handed down children from mother
to daughter. She was not the kind
of woman to rail against it, because
it was all right if it was handled right.
1t wasn't the physical side that in
trigued her. 1t was the spiritual feel
ing, the tiny antennae which reached
out even over the whole world between
a man and his wife, or woman and
her husband, or a parent and a child
There must be a great part of love
which is not physical. just as there
is great part Of the world which is
not physical Or, if it is physical, is
SO refined and delicate and tenuous
that it seems spiritual to us. Like the
radio, for instance.
Whoever would have thought few
years ago that man or a woman
could speak or sing in London and
be heard just as plain as daylight as
far away as Los Angeles? You could
even hear the tap or shuttle of dancers
feet. And she was reading only this
morning that now they were sending
pictures with sound over the radio.
Wouldn't be long before you could sit
down in front Of little box and see
things happen instead of reading about
them in your newspaper or seeing them
at the movies. Something in the air
did it. Some force. They thought it
was electricity, but they didn't know.
1t was something physical, but didn't
it act like those supernatural miracles
they had back in the Old Testament
times? Why, anything could come out
of that radio of theirs right in front of
her.
She looked at the radio as a new
thought occurred to her. with her head
on one side. She knew one thing she'd
wager that would come out of it. Dust !
The radio before her was two-natured.
1t was a cabinet with a very ornate
front of dark wood all full of scrolls
and flowers. Behind it was just
nothing. When you turned it around
it was a common ordinary box con-
tanning mass of metal and some
tubes. Out Of it hung a cord which
attached to switch socket in the wall.
You turned the dial in the ornate front
and you got anything from a sermon
or a household hint to the latest
wicked jazz song.
Emily turned the cabinet around.
Yes. There was the dust, squatting
in the level spaces, banked against
and around the tubes She busted
vigorously and flicked the wall behind
it and turned it right side before again
She wondered what she'd get if she
switched it on and gave the dials a
turn. Maybe it would be a clergyman
giving out a life lesosn; or a famous
beauty specialist advising young girls
of all ages the kind of cream to use
on their faces. Or almost anything
The reason she didn't turn 1t on In
the morning generally was that 1t dis
tracted her from her work She turned
it on.
1t took something like minute for
the radio to warm up and she had al
most forgotten about 1t when she was
abruptly halted by compelling. reso-
nant but modulated voice. 1t was
most meticulous about its accent 1t
pronounced him" SO that it rhymed
with seem" and it carried a sugges-
ton of the silent vowels on the end
or words like take" 1t f1icked the
air lightly but effectively, as she
flicked the dust off furniture-as
though it was removing cohwebs from
the minds of its hearers. 1t said:
"Of coase you use tea. And cof-
fee. All the staples and the condee-
ments. And I assuah you any recog-
nized brand, packed and sealed and
carrying their packahs names, must
be all theah handlahs claim foah them.
But what want to bring to youah
attention, deah madam, Is that a
fuhms honah and fuhm's romahnce
--foahty years of 1.-TWO generations
as mems lives go-are put into every
package of Guirmack's products.
Think Of it! It's stupendous. Think
of family's honoah, its romahnce,
its honesty going into the quahtah
pound package of buttah which comes,
fragrant and unsullied, to youah table!
Think of the imagination, the en-
tahprize and the investment which has
sent it theah. And think of the spen-
doah of the imagination of men that
has made it possible to ship Guir-
mack Sand Othah-prOducts Ovah tho