_To Editor Good Housekeeping Magazine, who realise how collapsed home
life looks when being cleaned._
Dear Mr:
Some folks is so clean they cause considerable untidiness everywheres
they go. Such was Hon. Mrs August Moon of Salem, Mass, who is another
of my bosses gone by. This lady got a house containing mahogany chairs
which was brought over by Hon. Pilgrim Fathers when they was running
ferryboat _Cauliflower_ between Salem and Grand Rapids, Mich. She
revere her furniture and all her other ancestors. Each day she require
me to stroke her mahogany lovingly with furniture polish.
This Hon. Lady are very superstitious about dirt. She think it are not
clean to have around. She imagine dust, soot & mildew enter her house
like a burgler and Togo must be a policeman to arrest it when it gets
inside.
“Togo,” she say, while I am enslaving myself amidst dishwater in
kitchen, “I just heard a mouse making footprints in attic. Rosh up with
mop, please, and remove his muddy tracks.”