Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 105, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 May 1910 — THEIR MEED OF PRAISE. [ARTICLE]

THEIR MEED OF PRAISE.

A Few Rrmaom Whj the Women Approved of Hnabnnda. The Ladies' Aid Society ‘was chanting of husbands as a class, with individual illustrations. The afternoon was bright, the work progressing well, and the general tone of the company cheerful. The key-note of the chant was at first tolerance, later raised to mild approval. “They are useful in so many ways,” chirped a small woman, from her corner. “When you have a bundle to be or a picture to be hung, or anything squeaks for want of oiling.” “Or when the grocery boy tries to be smart, or the plumber tells you there’s a new pipe needed, and you know there isn’t,” came from the opposite corner. “It just takes a word from John to reduce them to order, Just a word!" “Clerks respect the mere title,” chimed in another member. "That is so well known that I have a friend — this is absolutely true —who orders her dry goods sent to her brother-in-law’s office and goes there to get them, rather than give her name, Miss So-and-so. She says that she gets the things quicker, even counting the time it takes her brother-in-law to bring them home —he lives just across the street from her —as he sometimes does.”

“I think that is probably true,” boomed a deep voice. “It is humiliating, of course, but I must admit that when I say ‘Mrs. So-and-so’ to a new clerk he straightens up at once and says, ‘Yes, madam,’ every time I ask for a favor.” “Then there’s the effect on the children,” breathed a gentle young creature. “When I say to Robby, ‘Do you want mother to tell father this?’ ne seems to be impressed at once, though tils father never whips—we don’t believe in it. But he has a way of talking—most men have it, I think.” “And for carrying bundles and taking you round after dark they are so comfortable!” contributed a vine-like creature, needle uplifted. ‘‘lt isn’t that I’m really afraid to be out alone if it’s necessary, but when I have James I’m - never thinking about whether a tree is a tree or a drunken man, or things like that, and I walk naturally, not by jerks and halts, and breaking into a gallop, as I do when I’m alone,” “And there’s one thing that’s best of all,* chanted a joyful person; “that’s the way you can quell others with your husband’s opinions. It’s so lovely to be able to say, ‘William doesn’t wish me to undertake any more work!”’ “Oh, yes,” from another member, “and to say, ‘I can’t buy any of your tickets, for Frederick doesn’t like amateur theatricals, and will not go.”* “And for those who have trying relatives,” came from a rosy-cheeked woman, “a husband is such a refuge in times of danger! All I have to say is. ‘I should be perfectly willing o ask Aunt Maria to spend part of her visit with me, but Lawrence! Well, you know what Lawrence is’ —and I don’t have to say another word.” And at this there was a swelling note of assent from every member of, the chorus, while six pairs of shears clicked with a brisk accompaniment.— Youth’s Companion.