Democratic Sentinel, Volume 20, Number 19, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 May 1896 — Page 6

CLEANING THE HOUSE.

FORM OF ACUTE MANIA WHICH PREVAILS IN SPRING. It* B;mptoma and Progress—An Occnpation that Breeds Dissension Among All Who Engage In It—Sufferings of Those Who Clean House. Its Victims Are Many. About the time the blue bird begins to warble its dulcet notes in the forest and the schoolboy feels the first symptoms of his annual attack of spring

AND SOUNDS OF THUNDER PROCLAIM THE CONFLICT WELL BEGUN.

fever, a dreadful malady makes its appearance among housewives. It Is Judged by experts to be a species of emotional insanity, is believed Incurable, always manifests Itself by certain definite and well-understood symptoms, and when it has once set in, Is bound to run its course in spite of all the remedial measures that the ingenuity of husbauds and other interested persons can devise. It is known aa the spring cleaning mania, and is probably ns old as the first habitation And the earliest married couple. There

EACH FOEMAN DREW HIS BLADE.

If no record in the Scriptures or elsewhere, of Eve turning her family out of doors in order to get the house clean In springtime, but no doubt can be felt ♦hat with the first warm days of every season she began to remind Adam that the house was just too filthy to live in any longer, that everything would have to come up, and she dreaded it so for she was certain to get sick as soon as It was over. It is also likely that Cain and Abel, as soon as they saw the preliminary symptoms, the scrubbing brushes and mops and buckets of whitewash on the back porch, hid their caps under their jackets, if they had any caps or jackets, and absconded directly after breakfast, spending the day on the banks of the nearest pond and returned home after nightfall, to be soundly trounced by the father of all mankind at the suggestion of mankind’s mother, and sent to bed without their supper. Some things may be taken for granted, and among them is the fact that women have always been attacked by the spring-cleaning madness. Pliny mentions the fact that in his day the Roman wives turned their houses upside down for a week or two under pretense of getting things clean, and It is quite probable that the famous picture in the catacombs of Bgypt, representing a lot of house-

hold furniture in front of an Egyptian residence, is a record to the same et ■ ect Archaeologists have dubbed It • The spoils of war,” and have learnedly argued that the enemy had taken i he household.goods out for the purpose of carrying them away, but It is more than likely that some disgusted artist who had been turned out by his wife during her attack, took this method of perpetuating fils indignation at the* outrage on his domestic comfort and* ♦hat the picture merely represents a spring-cleaning COOO years ago. The antiquity the malady is thus beyond doubt, and it is equally certain that the disease now raging among the housewives of this and every other city of the Northern Hemisphere is the same that has afflicted womankind from the earliest ages. It must be noted, as one of its symptoms, that It appears and runs its course epidemically throughout a neighborhood or city without the slightest reference to the previous condition of the premises. The house may be swept from top to bottom every day in the year so thoroughly that not even one of Pasteur’s microscopes could find a speck of dirt, but this fact cuts no figure whatever, and the suggestion from her lord and Servant; made with a deference becoming his subordination in the establishment, that the house Tloes not need cleaning is scouted as coming from one speaks without the'spallest atom CPlnfonSSlddn on the subject. “A man 4jver knows anything about a house njayhow,” “Just look at that carpet Apt sde that wail," and as he gazes, jnbtestlng his inability to see anything out of the usual, his wife enlarges on the Inability of a man to realize the

presence of dirt when he sees It "Besides, Mrs. Smith, across the street began her cleaning a week ago, and Mrs. Brown, on one side, and Mrs. Jones, on the other, began yesterday, and it would be simply dreadful to let things go on as they are, for the house is worse than a pigstye now.” And so the torrent of feminine eloquence flows on and the wise man will not only let It flow, but also get out of its way, for If there Is one thing that a woman knows better than anything else, it is that a house always gets shockingly dirty during the winter and always needs to be cleaned In the spring. She does not clean up from choice. Oh, deer, no. She dreads it worse than

an epileptic does his dally fit For weeks ahead she will talk about it and its terrors. She remembers that the last time she cleaned house she was in bed for a week and had a pain In her back the rest of the summer. But she knows it must be done, and so she goes ahead and makes a martyr of herself and everybody else, In order that the Lares and Penates may be free from dust. But If any one supposes that the sacrifice Is cheerfully made, he is greatly mistaken, for somehow or other, house-cleaning, like chorus singing, or tableaux, or croquet, seems to breed quarrels as It goes forward and to make everybody concerned 111-na-tured, and he is a wise and fortunate husband who, when he sees the preliminary signs, reconciles his mind to the inevitable and goes fishing until the mania lias speqt its force and things about the house have resumed their normal appearance and condition. In that ease, he Incurs only the reproach of deserting his helpmeet during her period of greatest tribulation, but saves himself for a week from the humiliation of feeling that he is of little less consequence than the scrub-woman and a little more in the way than a sore thumb. Although aware that the preliminary symptoms have appeared, the husband generally learns of the outbreak of the acute stage by looking out of the window one morning as he is dressing and seeing a couple of American citizens of African descent sitting on the front steps. An Inquiry as to the purpose of their presence at once arouses the lively interest of his wife, who promptly goes into a state of mind because she told

THE MEAT WE SNATCH IS SWEETEST OF ALL.

them to come to-morrow, instead of today, and, nothing is ready for them. “But, as they are here, they may as well go to work,” and so they do, and breakfast is eaten in trembling haste and with occasional puffs of dust through the door leading into the par-

AMONG HIS LARES AND PENATES.

lor, where the Senegambians are taking up the carpet The meal over, the husband flees, and the trouble begins In good earnest The house Is invaded by a motly throng of scrubbers, male and female, carpet-beaters, who tear up the carpets and carry them away in Wagon-loads, painters, paper-hangers,

carpenters, whitewashes, plumbers to repair the water pipes, tinners to mend the gutters, all of whom bring their bosses along to do the heavy standing round, and tell how much better things were dene when they were learning the trade. The mistress of the house is in her glory. It is her occasion. She gets her husband's last year’s duster on her back, and his last summer’s straw hat on her head, over a good-sized towel ,to keep her hair clean, and a splotch of smut on her nose, and thus arrayed, she marches through the halls with the tread of a conquering hero, and climbs the stairs ten times an hour and gets in everybody’s way and tells everybody what tp do, says rhe feels like her back would break and declares her head is splitting, and knows she is going to have a spell as soon as this is over. “It’s simply awful, but ft’s got to be done, for If we didn’t clean, what would the neighbors think,” an argument simply unanswerable. So she scolds her way from cellar to garret, and bemoans her fate and tells the servants she does not really t(now what they are good for anyhow. She even works her way into the yard where the spading and planting and sodding and whitewashing are going forward under the auspices of a choice corps of men and brethren, and gives them to understand that what they are doing must be done In a different way from the way they are doing it The fact that she knows nothing at aU about how It ought to be dohe cuts no figure, and they may feel morally sure that to follow her directions would spoil the Job, but they are quite accustomed to this sort of thing, so they show their Ivories In broad and pleasant smiles, respond with a mechanical "Yessum,” and go ahead with the work exactly as they were doing it before, In confident assurance that she will never know the difference. But, however pleasantly they may smile, their hearts are full of wrath, for house-cleaning is provocative of more rage and profanity than any other occupation on the earth. Everybody engaged In it, from the scrub woman who uses so much water that It spoils the ceiling beneath, to the master of the house, who eats his breakfast on * table covered with the flotsam and jetsam of the household furniture and cornea home at noon to find that he Is compelled to sit in the yard. Everybody quarrels with his nearest neighbor, and tie idea of the unity and harmony of labor Is shivered Into fragments by the experience of a spring cleaning. The Congoese who Is doing the spading Is always ready to pull his razor on the Zulu who is whitewashing

AND CURSES FILL THE AIR.

the side fence, the difficulty commonly arising from the earth being scattered on the newly spread whitewash, this defacement of his Job being keenly resented by the knight of the brush. The tinner and the painter invariably fall out, for the latter always wants to work on that side of the house which the former has chosen for the scene of his labors; the two ladders come in conflict, and much language unfit for publication Is shed. Sometimes the shed-

ding extendd also to the paint, for after affairs have reached a climax, and the blackguarding has arrived at a point where the painter has been outdone, he catches up a brush from a pot of red paint and throws it at the tinner. Of course it hits him just under the ear and spatters all over his neck, and, equally of course, he grabs a red-hot iron from his furnace and tak<£ after the painter, who flees while the tinner pursues, giving the Impression of a man with his throat cut seeking vengeance on the murderer. Away they go down the street, and the other house-cleaners rush out, look after them, and three or four blocks away see a crowd with a policeman’s helmet bobbing about in the middle of it, and know that the offenders are In the grasp of an ever-vigilant minion of the law. But they do not stay there, for, In all probability, they come back to their work the next morning smoking their pipes In the best of humors having explained to the sergeant that they were housecleaning, and that official being prepared, from experience, to understand both the provocation and the situation. The natural enemy ofgthe paperhanger is the carpenter. No matter where the paper-hanger goes to hang paper, thither also goes tb*» carpenter, for In every room where paper is to be hung, by some singular fatality, there is either a door to be repaired, or a window out of Joint, or a washboard that need* to come up and be put down

tg&ln. And the paperhanger always wants the door shut just at the time the carpenter wants It open, or the carpenter always wants to work at the washboard Just after the paper man has moved his bench to that side of the room, or the man of rolls and paste desires to paste and spread above the window that the carpenter Is Just about to take out, so the mistress of the establishment Is kept in a constant panic lest one should brain the other, which would be Just terrible, you know, besides mussing the door. Side issues are constantly arising. The man who Is doing the plastering always walks over the floor that has Just been scrubbed; of course he could not walk anywhere else; he would go half a block out of his way to leave the tracks of his limy brogans on that newly cleansed surface, and when he is scolded for his carelessness, revenges himself by swearing at the man who la putting In a new gas pipe, who, In turn, curses the plumber for laying a water pipe so as to compel an extra turn In the gas conduit. The women who scrub grumble at the cook who does not heat the water hot enough for their use, and so It goes on, the whole house being filled with cursing and bitterness until the calamity is overpast.

The only participants who really enjoy their Job are the carpet beaters, this exception arising from the fact that after the carpets are taken up, they must be transported out of the neighborhood to be beaten. Carpet beaters, like detectives, always work in couples, and why one should always be short and stout and the other tall and thin Is one of the mysteries of nature and housecleaning. By removing their Impedimenta from the Immediate vicinity of the engagement, the carpet beaters escape contact with the othfif combatants and are enabled to beat thfc carpets Into holes In comparative peace. This is an advantage which they appreciate; that Is, If an Idea of their appreciation of the Job may be gained from the noise they make at it, for a couple of carpet cleaners, In good health and with a carpet that can stand the blows, are able to give a very successful imitation of a bombardment Their trouble comes when the carpets are brought back and the housewife gazes on the fissures that gape along every seam, but the experienced beater Is never worried by such a trifle as the feeliqgs of a carpet owner; If he did, he would not be fit for his business, so he listens with patience, sews up the rips as well as he can, and relays the carpet In calm confidence that next spring he will be again called on to beat the same carpet into the same fragments and listen to the same language about It. It is not of record that the experts on mental disease have as yet given any special attention to the housecleaning mania as a form of insanity, but husbands and other interested persons may hope that in time it may receive some measure of professional notice and that measures may be adopted for Its alleviation ff It be finally found incurable. Perhaps, when the millennium comes carpets will not need beating and floors will remain forever free from dust, and even If this hope should prove futile, the “House with Many Mansions” will need no repairs and there Is no mention made of carpets In any of its numerous apartments. There the housewife will cease from troubling about the cleaning and the carpet beater will be at rest.

HAIR OF GREAT LENGTH.

Nearly One Foot Lonser than Its Owner Is Tali. Mrs. I>. J. navis, of San Francisco, Cal., has the longest hair in the world. She is 5 feet 9 inches tall, and her hair is 6 feet 8 inches long. Her sisters also have very long hair. “I never brush my hair,” said Mrs. Davis, as she removed those long, coral pins that held great colls in place about her head so that her hair might be measured, “for the reason that I do not believe it is good for the hair. In fact I have demonstrated my belief to my own satisfaction by experimenting. When a girl I gave very little attention to my hair, and in consequence It did not grow at all. Sometimes I felt very much chagrined to see how much longer and prettier was the hair of all three of my sisters, but I was somewhat careless. When I became a woman I suddenly developed a desire to have long hair like theirs, and began to take the utmost care of what little I had. Every morning, and sometimes twice a day, I brushed it thoroughly, but it did not grow any better. Then I noticed that the brush, after the daily application to the hair, even when the latter had no tendency to fall out, would be filled with very fine hairs, and soon I realized that while the brushing had no effect upon the long hair It effectually ’ killed the new growth, and I decided'to stop. “Since then I have used nothing but a very coarse comb. Every morning I go over the hair thoroughly and carefully, removing every snarl until it la

LONGEST HAIR IN THE WORLD.

as free and flowing as water. Then I braid It and coil It Into varied coiffures about my head. I never used cesmetics on my hair.”

Not Entirely Lost.

If William Waldorf Astor, after discharging his English editor, is to marry an American woman there is still hope for him.—St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Sniggs (breathlessly)—Phew! I’m all out of wind. Briggs—lt seems to me that the wind is all out of you.—Philadelphia North American.

QUEEN OF THE FORTY THIEVES.

Polly/WartHh Striking Beaaty Won Huvr Victim*. There was recently sent to prison In London sot a term of three years the most skin nil blackmailer and pickpocket In that great English city. Her nam« Is Polly Carr, and the secret of her great snceefls was the extraordinary beaaty of her face and figure. She was known to the police as the “Queen of the Forty Thieves,” and for years she conducted her operations so sklllfuUy that she has Invariably escaped imprisonment The charge on which she was recently sentenced was for kidnaping a child. Polly has associated with bad characters ever since she was 12 years old, when she was first arrested on a charge of theft. She soon became one of the most expert pickpockets in the west end of Londoq. Next she turned her attention to blackmailing, and so successful was she at this calling that her profits never fell much short of S2OO a week. Her favorite scheme was to waylay elderly gentlemen on their way home early In the morning and ask them for the price of cab fare, saying that someone had stolen her pocketbook. Her good looks and Innocent expression would soften the heart of the wayfarer, and she rarely failed Of a victim. The dupe would ask the pleasure of accompanying her to the cab, which Invitation was always accepted. On the way they would pass through some quiet street, and here Polly would turn around and accuse

POLLY CARR.

her escort of assault A couple of her confederates would bo In the vicinity to help matters along, and the elderly gentleman, sooner than face the exposure of the police court, would generally come down with a good, round sum.

A VENTILATED MANHOLE.

With a Dust-Pan that Mny Be Readily and Conveniently Drained. A perforated man-hole cover, with dustpan attached, is Illustrated herewith. This cover is designed to perform the usual services in the way of ventilation. Its principal claims of novelty are the form'of the dust pan, and the provision for draining the same, all as shown in Figure 1.. For combination

THE VENTILATED MANHOLE.

lamp-holes or flushing holes and ventilators the form of cover shown by Figure 2 has been devised. In this form, the manufacturers state, sufficient space is provided below the cover for a year’s accumulation of dust and dirt.

In at Ten.

The Viennese take their pleasure as regularly as they do their meals; but they do not neglect business, nor keep very late hours. A correspondent of the New York Tribune explains why they come home early: One thing, perhaps, which helps to keep the young Viennese of moderate means and economical mind regular In his evening hours is the fact that ho must pay to get into his own rooms after 10 o’clock. Vienna is one vast system of apartment houses, and a house-master is In charge of each one. At 10 o’clock he locks the front door, and any one desiring to get in after that hour must pay him, and the old resident has no more right to a key than the bird of passage. The house-master is no respecter of persons. Several times we have raced home to outwit him, and once so narrow was our escape that we met him in the hall, key in hand. The chagrined expression on his face made us happy all the way up-stairs.

Live Bookworms.

Mr. Austin, an assistant librarian In the Cornell library, while cataloguing the fine Dante collection presented to the university by Prof. Willard Fiske, has found some live bookworms in an edition of the “Divine Comedy,” bearin the date 1136. This Is the third time only that these insects have been found, In an American library. Prof. Comstock, of the entomological department, has succeeded in raising from the insects a number of eggs, worms and beetles for the university museum. There is as much society during Lent as any other time, but the women will not admit it. ■ |. Lots of men who are looking for work wouldn’t know what to do with It if they should find it. .. 4

PROF. WILLIAM CROOKES.

Kan Whose Genius Made Boentgea't Discovery Possible. Professor William Crookes, whose scientific genius made possible the discovery of the wonderful light of Roentgen. has been widely known for yean. Indeed, there are few men who have achieved more brilliant and valuable results in the laboratory than the discoverer of the “tube” which is now so

PROF. WILLIAM CROOKES.

much talked of. Professor Crookes was born In London sixty-four years ago, and in his boyhood became interested In photography. He took a course In the Royal College of Chemistry under Dr. Hoffman, and soon became assistant to his tutor. At 22 he was appointed superintendent of the Radcliffe Observatory at Oxford. In 1859 he founded the Chemical News, and in 1864 became the editor of the Quarterly Journal of Science. Professor Crookes was born with a love for original search. He discovered the new metal thallium while examining the residues from a sulphuric add works. He was then made a fellow of the Royal Society. In 1872 he developed many interesting matters in his investigations on “repulsion resulting from radiation.” In 1877 be invented the otheoscope. In a paper that year before the Royal Society he said he had succeeded in obtaining a vacuum so nearly approaching perfection that the pressure tn it was only 0.4 millionth of an atmosphere. It was found that in such an extreme vacuum gases pass into an ultragaseous state, which Professor Crookes described as “radiant matter.” It was these vacua that made possible the Incandescent lamp. He has written a small library, every book of which is of value to experimental and commercial science. Professor Crookes' name can never be dissociated from Roentgen’s discovery, because his “tube” was its basis. He Is, perhaps, the most patient and painstaking experimenter of modern times.

A GREAT HORSEBACK RIDE.

Maj. Barbour to Go from New York to Pari* Overland Via Bering; Straits. Maj. George M. Barbour is about to undertake the longest horseback ride In history . He will ride from New York to Paris, overland, via Bering Straits. He says he can finish the ride in 1,000 days and have plenty of time to spare.

MAJOR GEORGE M. BARBOUR.

The daring horseman will travel from New York to Chicago, then northward to Vancouver, through the valleys of the coast range until he strikes the head waters of the Yukon River, in Alaska. He will rest awhile at Fort Yukon, then push on to the life saving station at Wales, cross the straits, take Indians for guides through Siberia and push west to the frontier settlements. Once in the interior the roads to Moscow will be good and the way to Berlin easy. The- Czar’s government will do all in its power to aid the Major in his big ride. Hie will carry letters to many of the high officials of Europe and will be otherwise supplied with credentials that will protect him on Ms journey. The entire distance of 16,000 miles will be covered on one American horse of the broncho type, It is now in Buffalo Bill's show. If the little horse does not succumb it will be given a grand reception in the cities of Europe. Maj. Barbour is a native of New York and is 52 years of age. He has a good war record and Is an experienced and hardy frontiersman,

Women Charmed by Ugly Men.

The illustrious men in history who were 'distinguished as much for the .fascination wjdefc they exercised over the fair sex ass or their talents and ability were, as a rule, plain and insignificant In appetence. Julius Caesar was a very ill-favored man, and yet when a mere stripling, before his fame in Rome girls of his own age sighed for him and mature' women longed for his love. Among the men of later times who were renowned in like manner were Sir Philip Sidney, plain almost to ugliness; Paul Scarron, the comic poet, a cripple; Voltaire, unmistakably ugly; and Rousseau, whose tn&naers were as awkward as Msface w;as plain, while John "Wilkes, who had the power to subjugate any woman who spoke to him for even five minfftes, was admitted by his own showing to be the ugliest man in England In his time.

Natural Question.

A Knight Templar and his family were traveling over the New York Central to attend last summer’s conclave in Boston. The “limited” train was rushing along at the rate of sixty miles an hour, when a five-year-old youngster, who was sitting at the window, was startled by the rush and roar of a passing train, and fell back in his fright. Recovering himself quickly, he looked up In his father’s face, and gasped, “Papa, did we swallow it?” When there is a snow storm the fancy of very young men lightly turns to thoughts of tracking rabbits. No father is the real old-fashioned kind of a parent unless there is a strap hanging behind his kiin&Bn doer. •

The Cream of Current

Si- ce the bicycle era envelops os quite. All the universe seems to seek “safety" in flight —Boston Courier. “Can yon cash a check for $5?" “Oh, yes.” “All right; lend me the five.”—Life. He—Miss McCroesus—lmogen—l—l cannot live without you. She —How did you acquire such extravagant habits? —Truth. Husband —Strange, but my wife always wants me to remember her birthday, but to forget her age.—Fliegende Blatter. “Do you lxave any idea bow many tons of cool you burn each winter?” “No; I only know how much I pay for." —Chicago Record. She —I thought you told me your salary was $25 a week? He—Oh, no; I said I earned $25, bet I get only sB. .a.musing Journal. A doctor may be' able to speak but one language, but he- to supposed to have some knowledge of all tongues.— Yonkers Statesman. Faithful portraits—s think "Nell’s new photographs must look exactly like her.” “Why?” “She- hasn’t shown them to a living: soul:”—Chicago Record. “What is- the best ‘sign of spring weather?” “That delightful feeling which makes you want to sit down and watch other people work.”—Chicago Record. “Mr. Badger, when is- a woman in the prime of life?” “Well, Mrs. Badger, when she’s 35.” . “And a man?” “Oh* anywhere from 21 to 80,’’—Chicago Record. Bryton Early—l thought you wero going to save so much money by resigning from the club. Minos CoyneWell, Just look how much I'm not In debt!—Life. 1 “I believe you’re going to fall on me,” Said the shed to the shot-tower. “Well,” said the shot-tower, “It’s trueI have a leaning that way.”—New York Press.

“Papa, what is meant by having horse sense?” “It means knowing enough to ‘make hay while the sun shines!’ Run now and talk to your grandmother.”—Truth. Frankstown—Hot weather is appropriate to tho beginning of the baseball season. Homewood —Why? Frankstown—lt gives appropriate exercise to the “fans.”—Pittsburg Chronicle-Tele-graph. “Miss Cayenne Is a very bright young woman,” he remarked admiringly. “Does she say clever things?" “Better than that. She sees the point when somebody else says them.”—Washington Star. Hairy—l cannot offer you wealth, Marie; my brains are all the fortune I' possesh. Marie—Oh, Harry, If you are as badly off as that, I am afraid papawill never give his consent.—lndianapolis Sentinel. “She,” said the adoring young man, “is an angel.” “Oh, of course,” said theelderly friend. “I have proof, almost 1 indisputable proof. Even mother thinks the will make me a good wife.” —Indianapolls Journal. “Folks hab sech er tendency ter git wrapped up in deir own sorrers,” said) Uncle Eben, “dat dey gits ter looking at de hot wedder ez er pus’nal: grievance, and doan’ symp-fize wif nobody.” —Washington Star. Patsy Finnegan—Pa, phat’s a statesman? Aid. Finnegan i (complacently)— Wal, Oi dunno thot Oi kin jest deschroibe ut, Patsy, but—Ofim wan. Patsy (disgusted)—Ow! An’ is-thot all it Ist —Harper’s Weekly. “What is your idea of an intellectual woman, Mis. Outskirts?” “Well, slie to one who never gets out the hammock andhangslt up until:after her husband makes all the garden beds she has mapped out”—Chicago Record; Duzby—What are bolls on bicycles for? Dooby—Don’t you- know? Why, the riders ring them, you know, when Wheeling through the streets, bo’s to let tho people know, they’re going to run them down.”—Roxbury Gazette. He—What, is the sense of putting all that trimming on, the back of your hat? Do you suppose any man can see the back, of your hat when he meets you? She—No; but every woman will When she passes me,—lndianapolis Journal. Teacher—James, what makes you late? James—l was pursuing knowledge, Teacher Pursuing knowledge? What do you mean? James—Why, my dog ran off with my spelling-book, and I ran after him.—Harper’s Round Table. Hobson—Wilkes, you remember that fifty I loaned you two years ago—> Wilkes—You are not going to press a friend for payment, are you ? Hobson— Certainly not. Take your time. I only wish to, borrow it for a while.—Harlem Life. Theater manager-Wours is the best minstrel show that we have had here for ten years. Where did you get on te all those new jofces?, lijiterlocutcHr One of the end men get hold of a file of one of last year’s English papers about a year ago—Somerville JournaL

The Coinage Question.

The Washington Star satirises a somewhat numerous class in the follow, ing Imagined dialogue: “Hiram,” said Mrs. Corntassel, “which kind o’ money do you favor?” “Well, ’Mundy,” replied the old geutleman, “ter tell ye the truth, I kinder hate ter express any opinion. I’ve seen a lot o’ fellers sit down an’ worry ’bout makin’ a ch’ice, an’ the fus’ thihg they knew they didn’t hev none of neither kind.” , There is an awful lot of enthusiasm wasted on projects.