University of Wisconsin Superior - Gitche Gumee Yearbook (Superior, WI)

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The Hospitable Hostess Do come right in, Miss Buntin. I told Mary Louise I knew that dress when I saw you turn in at the gate.—You didn’t think people would remember it?—Yes, it did make over real good, didn’t it, but no one would ever forget a color like that.—And wasn’t it lucky that your white feather dyed so well ?—Of course, it looks a little stringy, bur it is fully as good as those seventy-nine cent ones I saw down town yesterday. It is pretty warm, isn’t it?—I am so glad my housecleaning is all over.—I thought the other day, when I was over to sec you, that you would find it pretty hot to do your cleaning this month.—Oh! you have finished, have you?—Well, now, may be I saw that cobweb at Mrs. Wilkins’ after all.—I always knew' she was kind of slack.—Those literary women always arc.—-They may know Shakspcrc and Blacking, but they never assume any responsibility about a house.—Oh! of course, I meant Browning; how stupid of me.—I remember he wrote “Paradise Lost.”—That is one of my favorites. Mary Louise, run and get Miss Buntin a drink.—Oh! no.—She can go just as well as not.—No, I’m not a mind-reader.—I know when mother first had her store teeth, they made her mouth so hot and dry.—Mary Louise Jenkins, go back GITCHE GUM EE PAGE XIXB

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GITCHE GUMEE and the normal school, and would bring a large number of people, young and old, into contact with growing Superior. There arc other suggestions for growth that might be made, but space limits us to a very short discussion of each of these three. T he important question is, Arc you in favor of any one of these?” If so, what arc you going to do about it? 1 he only way you can bring about any one of them is to become personally interested and do something positive along that line. Now, won't you get busy and push? Asa M. Royce. The Anti-Tuberculosis Movement Tuberculosis is one of the problems of our time. Its spread among all classes of people is alarming, and immediate steps must he taken to stop its ravages. The Anti-Tuberculosis Congress in Washington was a move in the right direction. People must be made to realize the seriousness of the situation, and yet the simplicity of the precautions which every one ought to take. School teachers, especially, should inform themselves and their pupils about this disease and the ways of preventing it. There has been a movement of this nature in the Supcrioi schools during the past year, and President McCaskill has made several excellent addresses upon this subject. As he says, the disease cannot be inherited, but only the tendency to the disease; and fresh air, well-ventilated rooms, proper diet, and a moderate amount of exercise arc the best preventives. These arc precautions which every one can and ought to take. [Ed.] I ACE EIGHT

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GITCHB GUMEE with that dipper; haven’t I taught you how to treat company?—You don’t care for a drink. Miss Buntin? Oh! I hope you don’t mind my mentioning your false teeth.—I told Mrs. Gray that I thought they were such a good fit, and, with that little gold-filling in them, one would hardly know they were china ones. 1 do find it so hard to get my sewing done.—I wish 1 could do my own like you do; but Mr. Jenkins just won’t hear of it.—He says he can't stand home-made clothes.—No, indeed; yours don’t look that way at all; but it is so different when one has a husband; you just have to let them have their way.—I was telling M rs. Bennet the other Sunday, after service, that I guessed I would have to go “clad in righteousness” if I couldn’t find a dressmaker; and what do you think she said? She asked me if I wasn’t afraid of catching cold.—I never could abide that woman.—She looks smiling enough, but she just delights in hurting people’s feelings, and I can’t stand that in a woman, can you?—No, indeed, she didn’t mean it as a joke; it’s the serpent’s nature in her. Mary Louise, don’t touch the lady’s hair again.—Yes, Miss Buntin, she must stop.—It would be so embarrassing to have her pull out a hairpin and let your switch fall off.—Oh! don’t you? Well, so many elderly women do; now, we can’t be too careful.—There goes the bell; I wonder who it is. Oh! come in, Brother Sanders.—I was just going to tell Miss Buntin how much I enjoyed your sermon last Sunday.—I am so fond of that one. You know you have preached it three times now, and I like it better every time.—Oh! isn’t it the same?—Well, 1 suppose you can’t remember it exactly, every time.—You just called to sec me about that education fund.—Well, as I was telling Mr. Jenkins. “Charity begins at home,” and I just can’t subscribe to another club this year.—I can’t see much sense in helping people to go to college, any way.—I never went, and I understand every single thing in your sermons.—Oh, must you go? Well, I hope you will be real successful.—I think Mrs. Hunter, across the street, ought to be able to give you something. Her husband gets ninety-five dollars a month, and she hasn’t bought herself a new thing for a year.—Must you go, too, Miss Buntin?—You can’t stand it any longer? Mother used to feel the same way about her teeth at first.—I know you want to get right home and take them out!—No. People won’t talk if you walk along with Reverend Sanders.—Those who know you two, won’t think anything about it; and the ones who don’t, will, like as not, take you for his mother. Anne Laura Henderson. F iJ i C V. £i- och? • FuKesT, PACE TEN