Judge — September 25, 1915 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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Everybody Works but Mother y exceedingly chilly morning, although early in the autumn, ten ber-r-r-r!” Mrs. Brown—that’s mother—quickly subdued eae of the alarm clock in a bed quilt, and rose at once, while father on. Mother was te ie went . rE u u ein one and lit the fire, which had been laid the night before. went up stairs to dress. . a i he caiog, she shook father, calling: “Rob, it’s time to get up! 4 All right,” answered father, sleepily, and turned over for another nap. Going down again to the kitchen, mother mended the nd soon the ham was frying in the pan with eggs she had brought in from the store ssct around the corner. Then she spread the cloth and placed the dishes on rribly tired, but she didn’t have time to think about ble. Fipin ae climbed the stairs, and again she called: “R-o-b, R-o-b, get up! Breakfast is ready. It’s six o’clock, and you'll be late to work!” Then she put her head into another door, and called: “Willie, it’s time to get up! William, do you hear?” ce , She made four breakfasts that morning—father’s, William's, Kathryn’s and the children’s. | . Then the school bell rang, and mother discovered that Gertrude had pot put on the clean dress that had been laid out for her, and she had to be hustled into it at once. And five-year-old Tommy, when he was all dressed for the kindergarten, went out into the street to help little; Mamy Smith make mud pies, and so had to be dressed over agai Following this, Kathryn called down from up stair: Mamma, where is my pink bow? I can’t find it.” Mother hurried upstairs, breath- ing hard from the climb, and into Kathryn's room. She opened two or three drawers. “Here it is,” she said, “just where you left it last night.” Then mother washed dishes, and dried them. She had thought of asking Kathryn to dry them, but remembering that Kathryn was the only one of the family who had talent, sent her, instead, to her music lesson. After making the beds, mother had to tidy up the front room, for Kathryn’s beau was, coming that night, and then Willie’s clothes had to be assembled together and sent to the cleaner, and the laundry made ready for the laundry man. There was a knock at the door. It was the city directory man. “ Robert Brown, carpenter,” he wrote. ‘‘William Brown, clerk. Mrs. Martha Brown, no occupation.” —Marie Hodalski. From a Sinner’s Diary OTHER—A lifer in the Prison Duty. Waste—Working for the other pig instead of yourself. As per throwing pie in the swill. Love—That delirium that makes the discovery —with her—of a few-years-old birds’ nest, and the going to sce how it changes from week to week, more marvelous than the Grand Canyon—without her. Truth—The worst thing, for all concerned, that can be let loose. Never commit it. Lie with your last dying effort. Lying inflates Life’s tires and makes running and riding easy. Fact punctures ‘em; makes ’em pound along on the rims. Prairie—Hot or windy, or cold and windy. This doing to others as you would they should Is most always different from what they would. If you can’t be rich the next best thing is to feel you are. Just as next to being lucky is being worthy. . . Soyou don’t know what todo. All right. Go ahead and do it. The poetry of War is some mother’s noble son cold in death. As for me, I always get more cream away than at home. I'm breaking in a pair of yellow slippers. “Bring your music! Bring your music!” before my time. I know a woman who makes her second man keep the first one’s grave slicked up. So you see it’s not all of life to live, nor all of death to die. —Lynette Freemire. That yelp has made me old Look Out for the Paint Tinks—How did you get that paint on your trousers? Spinks—I didn’t. 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