Judge — January 18, 1919 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by L.C.Purren Wueeinc tx BRooktyNn AND Wueeine in Attantic City But Wuy 1s “Wuee.ine” 1x West Virei IA The Gentle Art of Husbandry By Kate Ir were crowded in the—no, not the cabin at all— W the lounge, and of course were not praying. Just knitting and talking as usual. ch woman was telling how little wheat flour and sugar she had used, what wonderful meat substitutes she had made out of peanuts and things, and how many days a weck she had given to war activities, but naturally nobody listened to anybody else Then Myrtle and Magda came in. They were still a part of the women’s motor corps. Myrtle looks stunning in her uniform, but Magda is a trifle over- weight for knickerbockers. They were dreadfully fagged, so we had tea and the conversation drifted around to husbands as it often docs. Marcia’s divorce decree had been handed down and we wondered how she had stood the brute so long. He never even pretended to come home for dinner, and left her sitting alone out there in the country night after night. he great trouble was that he divided women into two classes, peaches and lemons, and the peaches automatically became lemons on their twenty-fifth birth- days,” said Magda. “No! I don’t think she handled him right from the beginning,” Mabel replied. “When Morris and I were first married he used to stay out occasionally, but when he did I always gave a party or went to the theatre with friends. It worked beauti- fully, and now I have to fairly pry him loose once in a while “Merwin spends his even- ings at home, but he is so dreadfully untidy,” sighed Molly. “He throws the Ts yo Drawn by Axovs MacDon att Demopinizep B. Burton towels on the floor, hangs his hat on my bureau, and takes a nap on top of my best embroidered bed cover. “They all do that,” came in a chorus of groans. “Trying to make a husband tidy always reminds me of the old recipe for oxtail soup which says ‘First re- move the ox,’’’ asserted Myrtle. “What makes me so tired is the way Marsh wants everything put on the table at once, just as his mother had it in the little town where he was brought up. On some subjects I am ready to retire to previously-prepared positions, but about correct table service | am simply adamant.” “T can manage when th (are well, but deliver me from a man when he is sick,” put%n Mary. “Every time Milton has a cold in his head he declares he has the grippe, and turns his face to the wall and passes away. “Yes, and won’t answer if you ask how he feels and is hurt if you don’t,” added another. “Oh! Isn’t_ it too awful to have them around the house all day?” asked Mercy. “It is impossible to have the housework done properly, and besides they are always asking what you did with the other egg. Males have absolutely no idea of time, either. They al- ways begin to take the automobile to pieces or start a bath when dinner is an- nounced. I it does lower their morale, though, if we keep them waiting for five minutes! Just then Marcella dashed in saying that “Monroe is outside with the car, and we will squeeze three of you girls in if you come this minute, for he is in a tearing hurry!” And in the excite- ment of all three trying to arrange their new mahogany colored hats at one mirror, the important subject of husbands was shelved. comicbooks.com