Lovell High School - Wyovell Yearbook (Lovell, WY)

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Q J2'ffl2IT'172 .7.2l'T2Y .fTf2Y T'1'22T'1TLT1'f,T.21' .'11TZ!LJ17TT2'T .TiffT23'CTIIZIT7211122'ff7211?'221f..'2117'lYl.HIif7II.YT'fII1T.''1Ylf1f2.T'.lT2Y .TTZLT 277.1721 Q THlE'1'9'27 'WYVOVELL A HOUSECLEANING A Spring is here in all its sparkling glory. Everything is fresh and clean, ready for the coming summer. Everything, that is, except your house. 'You feel as if it is a disgrace to spring to have in existence such a mass of impurity, filth, and dust. You immediately begin planning a thorough cleaning which means, to everyone who has ever been around at such a time, a complete upsetting. You plan to begin the coming lVIonday morning. Consequently, promptly at five, you are up and bustling around. Enveloped in an apron which almost devours you, you at once begin. Fires are started, Water put on to heat, pans, scrubbing brushes, mopsticks, soap, and brooms gathered, ready for the fray. You choose the living and dining rooms as the most practical place to begin, and before the rest of the family appears to help, you have carried to the front porch, all the lighter objects of furniture, taken down the pictures from the wall, gatheredfall the curtains, runners, doilies, cushion-tops-everything to be sent to the laundry- and tied theminto one big tablecloth or sheet. This handsome article is then placed conspicuously out of the way just at the top of the porch steps. ' VVith the house in a turmoil, you leave it for half an hour or so, to prepare breakfast, knowing that the man of the house must be at work promptly at eight- just as if you weren't housecleaning. Breakfast is eaten very hurriedly, since there is no place to sit and nothing much over which to linger. Then he is away to his work with a list of things to bring home with him at noon. Back to your neglected task with half a dozen helpers standing near in an attitude of eager expectancy, you immediately begin giving orders. The books must be re- moved from the book case, dusted. and piled on the porch. The heavier furniture is moved out, rugs carried out and shaken, beaten, dragged over the new sprouting grass-anything to get them clean. Then begins the wonderful process of washing windows. That little girl, so fond of climbing, has already anticipated this task, and with step-ladder, soap, pan of Witter, and cloth, is perilously ascending the step-ladder placed so unconcernedly over the pansy- bed. Just suppose she should fall, you think, then add, as an after-thought, or dropthe pan on the flowers, which she immediately proceeds to do. Xvith a cry of dismay, you rush to the scene. Nothing is hurt. There sets jane merrily enjoying the joke. VVith a plea to be more careful after this, honey, or you might fall, you go back to your work. If you haven't as yet considered yourself extravagant enough to buy a Fuller wall brush, you carefully wrap your best broom with a soft cloth and prepare to do just as good a job as a Fuller brush could do. This good brushing completes that part of the task since the rooms were kalsomined last fall, and you feel that a repeti- tion now would be an unnecessary expense. By this time considerable muss has accumulated on the floor. Removing the cloth from the broom, you proceed to use it in the way it was originally intended to be used. ' You begin next on the wood work. Cautiously mounting a nearby stool, you reach to the top of the door frame, wipe off the dust, clean it nicely, polish it, then jump to the floor. VVith a sigh of relief, you look at that door, glad that it is done. This sigh is immediately followed by one of regret as you look at the window casing. Once more you find yourself elevated to the level of the window casing. You care- fully begin wiping off the dust from the top. Scream! You jump to the floor, wipe every available particle of dust off your hands as you frantically wring them, waving them at everybody who tries to interfere with your motion. Then you fall to the floor, completely exhausted. VVhen you have sufficiently recovered to answer the anxious inquiries of all your 5 1 Q 511' ..f22IT'I!2'.T','21'1TT2l7'I.T27'f'1Y.1f.Z22'ffI2.'1TF2fTT11 12'ff72I.TEEElll.'2f,l'1Tff7'2'1T?.T.1fI2'f7f1Llf.T'fY.2.'IIITIS'Iif2I.'fl72I'Z.172Yffl7YI 222117 Q

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