Houston home journal. (Perry, Houston County, Ga.) 1924-1994, October 17, 1940, Image 2

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Newspaper Page TextHow to SHp-Cover Your Old Rocker Ry HUTU WYETH SPEARS day there came a letter with a rough sketch of the old rocker at the upper right. The last line of the letter said, “I will remove the rockers if you say so, Mrs. Spears, but I would like to keep them.” Well, why not? There is nothing smarter now than things Victorian. Old oil lamps with flowered globes are being wired for electricity so, why not r ,1 I ![tack redesign this rocker along simple lines? Cover it with plain rep in J a nice shade of blue perhaps, and 1 give it a matching foot stool and a hem stitched linen chair set all tricked out in tassels? Here is the result of that idea and the diagram shows all the steps that led up to it. Almost any old chair may be transformed with a slip cover if a little work is done first to build out or to saw , off projections. Padding is also important, and open spaces under arms may be covered by stretch ing the padding tightly and tack ing, as shown here. • • • NOTE; Directions for making the foot stool are In Sewing Book 3. The hem stitched chair set is in Book 4. All the steps in (llting and making slip covers are Illustrated in Book 1, Booklets are 32 pages each, and will be sent to any ad dress upon receipt of 10c to cover cost and mailing. Send order to; MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS Drawer 10 Bedford Hills New York Enclose 10 cents for each book ordered. Name Address Pull the Trigger on Lazy Bowels 4ir|til herb laxative,combined with syrup pepsin lo make it agreeable and easy to taka When constipation brings on acid in digestion, bloating, dizzy spells, gas, coated tongue, sour taste and bad breath, your stomach is probably ‘‘cry ing the blues” because your bowels don’t move. It calls for I-axativc Senna to pull the trigger on llyose lazy bowels, com bined with good old Syrup Pepsin to make your laxative more agreeable and easier to take. For years many Doctor* have used pepsin compounds, as agree able carriers to make other medicine* more palatable when your “taster” feels easily upset. So be sure your laxative contains Syrup Pepsin. Insist on Ur. Caldwell’s Laxative Senna, combined with Syrup Pepsin. See how wonderfully its herb Laxative Senna wakes up lazy nerves and muscles in your intestines, to bring welcome relief from constipation. And sec how its Syrup Pepsin makes Dr. Caldwell’s medicine so smooth and agree able to a touchy gullet. Even finicky children love the taste of this pleasant family laxative. Buy Dr. Caldwell’s Lax ative Senna at yonr druggist's today. Try one laxative that won't bring on violent distaste, even when you take it after a full meal. It’s the Thing! “What are you going to do when you’re as big as mummy, dear?” “Slimming exercises.” OLD SORES VARICOSE ULCERS. MILK LEG. BURNS, BOILS, ETC. THAT “HANG ON” —may be permanently relieved by using ALLEN'S ULLERINE SALVE. This won derful salvo —ono of America’s oldest remedies, discovered In 18(9, is used to this day wilh satisfying results in fho most stubborn cases. It has powerful “drawing out” action which promotes healing from the bottom up! Keep this safe, effective salve for general house hold use always on hand. Ask your drug gist for ALLEN'S ULLERINE SALVE—In its old-fashioned package—or write J. P. Alien Medicine Co., Dept. B, St. Paul, Minn., enclosing 35c or (5c for the gen erous |ars ... or 51.35 for the economy can. We pay the postage. Thrust Out “Will I ever?” No you will nev er while you ask that question. M COLDS (frlAlckClJ <4 it aaa mm m. M M m. M nose drops W*' Xiy COUCH DROPS [Fp~ecTa~l| BARGAINS WHEN you see the specials of our merchants announced in the columns of this paper you can depend on them. They mean bargains for you. • They are offered by merchants who are not afraid to announce their prices or the quality of the merchandise they offer. ! The Honorable Uncle Lancy By ETHEL HUESTON O Bobb.-M.nlll Co. WNU Serytc. CHAPTER XVII —lB— Olympia, becomingly gowned and beaming rosily, received the gentlemen of the press that after noon, in ample time for them to get their stories in for the morning pa pers. She smilingly but firmly re sisted their pleas for five minutes, three minutes, just a look then, at the girls. "No,” she said In her most moth erly voice, “I am sorry to refuse you anything. But you do not un derstand a mother’s feelings. The (campaign is important; yes! But the health and the nerves of these children come first with their Uncle Lancy and me. Remember the ter rible ordeal they were dragged through. They need rest. They need quiet. They have stood all they shall be permitted to stand. But, I must say that three more gallant, public-spirited young citizens never lived than those children, mine and the Senator’s . . . Tired, nervous, suffering with chills and fever as she was, Helen—she’s the oldest— she’s twenty-one—got up this morn ing and took the six o’clock plane out to lowa to vote. She’s a resi dent of lowa. Exhausted, worried, sick, she just rallied her forces and out she went to exercise the sacred franchise.” Olympia went to her desk and shuffled among the photographs. “This is Helen,” she said. “She’s very studious. She graduated from college with all kinds of honors when she was only twenty. This shows her at work at the Senator’s table —making out her grocery list, I fancy . , . Adele and little Limpy are more playful. Here’s a nice one of them together in the big swing at Commonwealth Park. Sweet, isn’t it? Here they are raking leaves for a bonfire on Halloween. This is Limpy; named for me, of course, and some people think she looks like me, too, in a small way.” The girls spent the day quietly upstairs and amused themselves very well with the papers, smirking over the photographs, which were surprisingly good. Limpy was not so well pleased with the verbatim re port of her speech. “I see what Aunt Olympia meant,” she mused. “It doesn’t pay to be too extemporaneous.” Flowers came for the girls, tele grams, letters, small gifts; and for Limpy a big ivory donkey, hand somely autographed in green ink: “Limpy for President in ’5B, “And for Campaign Manager, Your Old Pal, Jim.” Aunt Olympia, her weariness for gotten, her ill humor dissolved in contentment, was deliriously happy. She, too, received flowers, telegrams and gifts. She read the basketful of congratulations. She cooed into the telephone. She crooned over the girls. She almost felt satisfied with the Senator. The Senator made his final appeal over the radio on Monday night and an effective job he made of it; speaking with quiet dignity, re straint and reasonableness, pointed ly ignoring personal phases except for one paragraph, which the entire staff had a hand in preparing. “My friends, I address you to night on the issues of this cam paign. I speak only of the issues. The sad infringement of the sanc tity of my home is not one of these issues. My personal feelings in that tragic matter are relegated to the background at this time. But to those thousands of you, my friends, who have written, telephoned and wired solicitous inquiry as to the health of my young wards, and whether they have suffered serious 111 effects from the physical and mental anguish of their tragic and deplorable experience, I am happy to relieve your fears. The chil j dren are young, but they are brave and high-spirited. In the safe se renity of my home at Maysville, in quiet seclusion, they are recovering from the brutal shock to their inno cent trust and confidence which was even greater than their physical dis comfort. And the eldest of them, Helen, has arrived safely in lowa by plane where on the morrow she is to cast her first vote as an Amer ican citizen.” Tuesday, the eighth of November, was election day. The Senator and Mrs. Slopshire had planned—and made public pronouncement to that effect that after casting early votes, they would spend the day quietly at home with the children, having a large family dinner—a pre-Thanksgiving, it was, really—in the middle of the day, and in the evening, from six o’clock on would be at home to their friends with a buffet supper and listen to the re turns. In the Governor’s Mansion on the other side of Maysville, the Opposi tion was to be entertained at an evening reception with light re freshments. “They’ll be light,” said Olympia, reading the announcement in the pa per. “Very light. Almost too light to lift. He’s already begun cutting down—ever since Adele pointed out the handwriting on the wall.” Olympia, although she wanted desperately to have the pride of taking the girls with her to the polls, ftnalb decided against it They < HOUSTON HOME JOURNAL, PERRY, GEORGIA couldn’t vote, and she was a little afraid it would look like “putting on.” She wasn’t above “putting on” all she could, but she didn’t want it to lock obvious. This, she felt, would look obvious. And then, at the last moment, she had cause to regret her restraint. Ben Baldy had drawn the nig car up w the west veranda to convey thefti to the voting place. The Sen ator was waiting, hat and gloves in hand, Limpy and Adele were there, dancing a tiptoe with excited fare wells, speeding them on to victory. Dave was stolidly planted in the front seat with Ben Baldy. Aunt Olympia, having kept them waiting only fifteen minutes, came out in a rosy flush. She kissed the girls and permitted the Senator to assist her into the tonneau and seat himself at her side. “Come along, Cece!” she boomed joyously. “Oh, I’m not going!” said Cecil Dodd. “I’m not a resident of this slate. I can’t vote here.” “Well, why don’t you go home and vote then? You’ve time enough to make it!” “I can’t. I was so worked up over the campaign I forgot to reg ister.” “Well, come along anyhow!” said Olympia, sudden anxiety darkening her happy eyes. “Come along and watch us.” “I can’t!” said Cece desperately. “I’ve got to shave.” “Shave!” she boomed angrily. “Shave! If you aren’t shaved al ready—-yes, and half an inch below the surface —then I’ve lived with whiskers for nothing.” “Okay, Ben!” said the Senator cheerfully. “Good-by, girls! Be good children now.” And the big car rolled away. “Isn’t everything lovely?” exulted Limpy. “Isn’t everything sweet? Aren’t you happy?” “I am right now,” said Cecil Dodd. “But it won’t last. They ought to make voting more difficult and more prolonged. It ought to take at least as long as making out your income tax.” “Oh, well, make the most of the minute!” said Limpy. She caught a hand of Adele’s, one of Cecil’s, and led them gaily back into the house. “Let’s do something to celebrate! Something exciting! Something naughty, if possible.” “It’s exciting for me just to be able to look where I want to,” said Cecil Dodd. “And nothing naughty about it, either.” “Think of something naughty!” urged Limpy. “No, let’s not,” said Adele. “We’ve been naughty enough. And I feel responsible, with everybody else away. You’d better keep your eyes on me, Cece.” Hilda entered the room with a tray. “I brought some cider for you gir—ladies,” she said crossly. “And a little pick-up for Mr. Dodd. ’lt’s customary to drink the health of the polls.” “Oh, that’s nice! Maybe we should have a pick-up too, Adele! That would be very naughty . . . Hilda, come here! Where are you going? Don’t you drink to the health of the polls? How irreverent you are!” Cecil filled the glasses. Hilda, ac quiescent but indignant, accepted her glass and stood by in angular disapproval, clicking her glass with the others as they drank their toasts. “Sloppy for senator!” “More votes to Sloppy!” “Slower votes for Sloppy!” from Cecil Dodd. “Down with Wilkie!” “Up with Olympia!” “Bigger and better eyes for me,” said Cecil Dodd, doing very well with those he had. When they had finished, Limpy made them all hold hands and dance around the low coffee table that held the cider pitcher and the siphon and glasses. “Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,” she sang. “Let’s give Sloppy a landslide push,” suggested Cecil Dodd. And they sang it gaily. “Time flies fast and we’d better hush—pronounced like bush,” said Adele. And they sang that. “I got to go now,” said Hilda. “I forgot to tell you, Mr. Hardesty called up and says he feels the same and he’s as good as out of a job right now and he’ll be here for breakfast tomorrow.” She stalked away. “Adele, dear Adele,” said Cecil Dodd. “Poor Len! Think of his— his anguish ... I know my anguish . . . Pity him in his distress. Not only has he nothing to look at, he has no job. Don’t you think you should go and call him up or write him a note or just go off into some remote silence and send him a ten der thought?” “I do not think any such thing,” said Adele, laughing. “I think I shall be an assistant Aunt Olympia and stick around . . . However, I am going out on the west veranda to pick a few of those late chrysan themums. And as soon as I hear the car coming I’ll be right back on the job again.” She went out laughing. “She's a swell gal,” said Cecil Dodd. He went then and sat on the arm of Limpy’s chair. “The trouble is,” ! he said gravely, “that I’m the only person on earth who realizes how old you are.” “Well, you can’t say I haven’t told them!” said Limpy indignantly. Cecil started to put his arm around her. Then he stopped, stood up, moved a few steps away from her. “Another trouble is,” he went on gloomily, “they’ve nagged at me so much and harped on it so consist ently, I’m beginning to think maybe you are young.” Limpy frowned at that. “Well, just remember that I’ve got a job as campaign manager for ’4O and that’s more than any of you antede luvians can say!” Cecil frowned, too. “That wai a funny thing . . . And they couldn’t get his name . . . But I daresay you know who it was.” “Certainly I know who it was. In about twelve hours he’s going to be the newly elected Republican Con gressman from our district in lowa. And Helen’s going to marry him when they get around to it.” Cecil broke down then. He threw both arms around Limpy, and kissed her, on the ear. Then his lips crept along her cheek and arrived at last, timidly, at her lips. “I’ll tell Aunt Olympia,” she said finally, not having hurried him. “ ‘A-tisket a-tasket,’ ” sang Adele warningly before she entered the “I am the only person on earth who realizes how old you are.” room. “I hear the hum of return ing votes. Where’s your razor, Cece?” “A swell girl! I always said so,” said Cecil over his shoulder, al ready on his way upstairs. Aunt Olympia’s first words were, “What’s Cece been doing?” “He said he had to shave,” said Adele. Her eyes, and Limpy’s eyes, went guiltily to the low coffee table. But Hilda, tidily and unobserved had re moved tray and glasses. The rest of the day passed in com fortable quiet. Ben took the big car and Martin the two-seated Ford to help round up delinquent voters and deliver them safely to the polls. The girls played tennis between show ers with Cecil Dodd, under the watchful eye of Aunt Olympia sit ting near by in a large camp chair, sheltered against both intermittent rain and sun by a large umbrella. Dave Cooper treated himself to a well-earned nap on the library di van. Hilda, reinforced by two as sistants, had a hard day making preparation for the evening buffet which, as Aunt Olympia said—and said it ungrudgingly, too—had to be worth a month’s salary. At five o’clock.she began laying the tables. Hilda was adept at this. She had learned from experience that while the spread must at all times look bountiful and even lavish, an abundance must be held in re serve for belated arrivals. But the provision was ample for any con tingency. There were roast turkeys, baked hams, sliced tongue, and pick led pig’s feet for the more aristo cratic constituents who liked to go plebeian on election night; there were sandwiches, salads, baked beans, deviled eggs and aspics; there were cheese, candies, nuts, cigarettes and cigars; there were ices, teacakes and pies. And on a small table, beautifully decorated and lighted with candles, stood the i Victory Cake, two feet high, three feet in diameter. Aunt Olympia was glad she hadn’t canceled that order. By seven o’clock, when the polls closed, the household was in readi ness. Uncle Lancy looked suave and senatorial; Aunt Olympia beamed like a sunburned and over nourished favorite of Jove; Cecil Dodd took advantage of the occa sion to present himself in white tie and tails but Dave stuck to his sack suit, and at the last minute decided against changing his shirt. The girls were a little distressed about the still unworn wind-up costumes, but Aunt Olympia decided they were a little too autumnal for an indoor re ception and recommended graceful and becoming—though old—chiffons. Exactly at seven, cars began 1 streaming into the grounds, and | laughing, joyous, congratulating j guests were soon drifting through the house and lining up at tho ta bles. Only in the library the door* were closed and silence was main tained, for there the elect were to listen to the returns. Loudspeakers had been set up in other parts of the house, too, but not much attention was paid to them, except that every mention of “Senator Slopshire” brought cheers and a demand for one more toast. Adele, catching Limpy’s eye, sum moned her to a corner of the corri dor with a suggestive lilt of silken lashes. “Darling,” she whispered, “every body says it is a landslide for Uncle Lancy. Len must be sick—just sick I The Governor is out and Len will not have a job and—don’t you think, darling, it would be nice for me to slip over to the Governor’s mansion a minute and—sort of cheer him up?” “You’ll get your picture takenl” warned Limpy. “Oh, no I won’t. I’ll change into my wind-up costume; nobody’s seen that; and they don’t know me so well over there. I’ll wear a dark veil. Only Len will recognize me and he’ll hold them off.” “Well, as a holder-off, I wouldn’t call him tops myself,” said Limpy. “I feel so sorry for him, darling. I’ve made it awfully hard for him, and even Aunt Olympia says it wasn’t his fault. Maybe my con science hurts.” “Maybe it’s just your heart,” said Limpy. “There’s some kind of tie up between them.” “But think how much better he would feel—just to see me—and know that everything’s going to all right.” “You’re wanted on long distance,” interrupted Hilda crossly. “The both of you. It’s lowa.” “Helen!” The girls raced upstairs to the study telephone. Adele, being old er, took the receiver. “Hello —dar- ling!” she said. “Adele, is Limpy there? . . . Are you all right? . . . How ur the Sena tor coming along?” “Oh, fine. A landslide, they say.” “Listen, darling. Get Limpy close to the ’phone, so she can hear, too. The returns won’t begin coming in here for three or four hours, but Brick and I are going to get mar ried. Right away, girls. I wanted you here, but—we want to do it now, so we will be together—however it goes. At eight o’clock, girls. So at eight o’clock, you slip off and say a little prayer for Brick and me, will you? You’d better not tell Aunt ie till tomorrow. I can imagine what a wreck she is! Wasn’t Limpy’* speech great? Everybody is crazy about it out here . , . Adele, I know you and Len will get together again, but—tell Limpy—she is to come and live with us. Brick wants her, too. It may be Congress and it may be the same old grocery store. But we want Limpy. Don’t forget, girls. At eight.” The girls waited. And a little be fore eight, they went upstairs to gether and closed the door of their room and locked it. They both stood up, holding hands, and at eight o’clock, Adele said, “God bless Hel en and Brick,” and Limpy said, “Amen.” And then they wept, but happily, in each other’s arms. As a matter of fact, Helen was not married till a full hour later, for the girls had forgotten the differ ence between Eastern Standard and Central time, but already their lov ing prayer had gone winging on its way. Then Adele, wrapped in a long dark cape over her expensive wind up costume, with a dark veil shield ing her face under the jaunty felt hat, kissed Limpy and smiled. “Adele, if I could only go with you!” pleaded Limpy. “It makes me very nervous for you to go off alon® —on such an exciting night—” “You have to stay, darling. If Auntie sees you she won’t miss me. I shan’t be gone long; just long enough to tell him it’s all right.” “The reporters’ll catch you if you don’t watch out.” “I’ll watch out. Anyhow, it’s too late now to lose the election.” Adele slipped quietly out and Lim py was left alone; alone, except for the Senator and Aunt Olympia and the reporters and publicity men and some two or three hundred noisy guests. But she felt very much alone. She went in and stood close to Aunt Olympia. She looked small and her impish sparkle had faded to a plaintive wistfulness. “Don’t you feel well, Limpy?” de manded Olympia, in sudden fright. “You look pale. You’d better go to bed. You’d better take an aspirin. Del! Where’s Del? Tell him to call a doctor.” “I feel all right, Auntie,” said Limpy. sadly. “I just feel—lone some. I—just feel like being as close to you as I can.” Tears came to Aunt Olympia’* eyes. “Limpy!” she said fondly. “Such a week as it’s been! You wait, Limpy. We’ll make it up to you. We’ll go someplace—anyplace you want—you and Adele can de cide it . . . And you can play and dance and have a good time. Here, sit here by me. Give her a pillow, Cece , . . You can go now, Cece . . She’s tired; she can’t talk. Hilda! Where’s Hilda? Bring her a sandwich, Hilda.” In the grounds surrounding Shires, in the streets, and all through the town of Maysville, sirens shrieked, j horns blared, excited voices roared I approving cheers y (TO BE COXTINVEDI , DR. L. N. HUFF If it is time for your eyes to bo re-examined, you will be wise not to neglect this important matter Remember—“lt’s all in the exam’ ination.” Dr. L. N. Huff, 54 Broad Street, Atlanta—a specialist in eve refractions for over 30 years and a State Board Examiner for On tometrists, leads the south in eve examination. Dr. Huff is owner and founder of the L. N. Huff Opti cal Company, one of Georgia’s oldest and largest optical estab lishments. 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