Judge — December 25, 1915 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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“THE MODERN WOMAN, way the CURBSIDE COMMENTS this By OREOLA W. HASKELL | car | No Concern of Hers ) the oe HEN Mrs. Blindly stepped out of the door of the big apartment W where she lived, her neighbor Mrs. Secit followed her. “Whither bound?” asked Mrs. Blindly facetiously— : “To a suffrage meeting,” explained Mrs. , “you'd better come Moderate mode of life and careful ” ; - a conduct of business lead on to fortune. ‘Kg indeed,” returned Mrs. Blindly emphatically. “Politics is no coacern of mine—I" ¢ got all I can do to attend to home. Nothing tatside affects me Sturdy health and robust bank “Why—why,” began Mrs. Secit in amazement, but Mrs. Blindly accounts keep step with moderation. blithely waved her hand and ran for a car. She missed it, but she did not miss arriving in close proximity to two gentlemen in the employ of the city, who were emptying a large ash can We count the moderate man our best customer for a wonderfully mild and mellow Whiskey— Wilson—Real Wilson—That’s All! The Whiskey for which we invented the Non-Refillable Bottle FREE CLUB RECIPES—Free booklet of famous club recipes for | mixed drinks. Address Wilson, 315 Fifth Ave., N.Y. That's All! CASCADE PAVING THE WAY into a cart. Over Mrs. Blindly’s natty velvet suit and hat, the wind playfully blew a fine mist of white dust which also settled on her hair xh | and cheeks. She walked a block or two, before another car came along, oa. and the dirt that had been allowed to collect in the street rose up in little ay eddies and added choice particles of itself to her attire and skin. How- yur ever, she did not notice this until she took out her handkerchief in the al} car, and chancing to look down saw the grimy smear that told of its con- PURE be tact with her cheek. MELLOW nis | Mrs. Blindly’s friend upon whom she called was not in, so she de- | Hl moontiGhT WHISKY y. | cided to go and purchase a suit for the Hope of the Family, and then to at | callon her laundress and rept imand her for not appearing on the day sacred CTHE best of gratn—re-distillation— to the Wash and spending several hours in a soapy wrestle with dirt. purification — honest aging in the - - Bi; fi i ; Sp ta wood—these are the things that make ay Mrs. Blindly saw a little red suit that pleased her, and she bought it with a certain the purity and mellowness of 2. box of candy a : nats — oe = She:the Cascade Pure Whisky. =, ae end some nut eats for tts ee ‘ ome She hea Original ing has Old Gold Label. ened to the poorer streets where laundresses fitly dwell. in the GEO. A. DICKEL & CO., Distillers way, she had another encounter with municipal housekeeping arriving Nashville, Tenn. just in time to get the benefit of a garbage collection the method of at which dates from the dear old days when Noah’s wife kept house in The at Ark. Mrs. Blindly did not enjoy the odors that arose during this process, of and went on to her destination feeling far from well. of Arrived there, she found a tenement, and managed to get into the x Wrong apartment. Here to her surprise she found a whole family, big and of little, working like beavers and on little red suits similar to the one she had d bought. Dirt lay in plentiful heaps all round the few rooms, the remains | of a meal had not been removed, and a sick child was cozily lying on a pile of goods in a corner. Horrified, Mrs. Blindly fled to the upper regions, where she found her laundress. Rut her reprimand died on d pet lips, when she saw her stretched upon her bed groaning with rheuma- ‘ism. To ) “I’m not without help,” she assured her visitor. ‘Open the door and see—Mary my nie f Mrs. Blindly peeped into the next room and then regretted it. For there sat the niece, a slovenly girl of fifteen, industriously picking meats out of nuts, and Mrs. Blindly did not fancy her hands. Nor did she take comicbooks.com