Jasper County Democrat, Volume 4, Number 29, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 October 1901 — WHAT THE WOMEN EAT. [ARTICLE]

WHAT THE WOMEN EAT.

‘heir Diet Said to Be Shown by Their Complexion. A mossy old legend runs somewhat 0 this effect: “Tell me what you cat nd I will tell you what you are.” It &eems to me that to reverse this nd read it: “Let me have a good aok at you and I can tell you what ou eat,” is more to the piffllt. . At least this is the opinion I have hvays held, so 1 proceeded to put it nto practice the other day. I lay in wait for prey as I was e-ating iy lunch in one of the delightful rc-s----aurants furnished us by the large deart men tstores. A girl came in and seated herself learbv. One glance at her face told he tale. Her figure was heavy and ler complexion bad—dull, and of the drdseye maple variety. “Something very sweet and rich,” 0 I prophesied her order would be. I stened intently. “Some bread and butter,” said she, ‘a glass of cream and a plate of tutti rutti ice cream.” I had hit it the first time, and after hat it was easy sailing. A woman with a hawk nose, fierce ye and belligerent expression I aarked sailing in. “Something hot and spicy,” I murnured to myself. “A deviled crab,” said she, withdeision. “with some chow-chow, and iringalong the catsup.’’ A portly person with deep lines tinier his eyes next caught my attenion.

“Lobster, 111 wager." This was a lit in the bull’s-eye. lie ordered foiled live lobsters. A pale, nervous and preoccupied Sdividual hurt-icd in. ‘Tie,” thought I. “and milk.” * Another bit. For in a miraculous nanner pie and milk were bolted and le departed. Now come in, cool and comfortable, middle-aged woman, with reasonbly good skin and bright eyes. “Now here,” thought I, “is the senible woman.” She took her time and finally crlered a roast dinner, with salad and ruit dessert. The pale, thin girl was easily potted as the pickle-eater, and so on d infinitum. It seems queer that people do not talize that two-thirds of their physcal ailments proceed from their aulty diet. They hug the delusion to heir hearts that what they want is i-hat they should have. The stout terson proceeds with her sweets and >emoans her girth at the same time. Perhaps you wonder what I was ating while watching my poor fel-ow-mortals. I do not mind stating that I whs onsuming a luxurious bowl of bread nd milk.—Philadelphia Telegraph.