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? TIME OM >AY HANDS By Mrs, Fred Richards and Mrs, Laxton Mauney Today, being Monday I made my usual trip to Shelby, I was walking down the street with not a care in the world, and malice tovjard none, I v;as * tending strictly to my business, when out of the corner of my right eye I saw reflected in the show v/indov/ glass this huge form. Some strange inner voice seemed to warn me that I was being followed. I cut across the street with the intention of losing in the crowd anyone v;ho might be following mo, I reachcd the corner in front of Penney*s st6re, and safe ty - so I thought - I looked back and didn*t see anything. Deciding that I was acting like a sap, I started making my wry up to the Eagle five and dime store to buy the children somo gold fish, .The next glass windovj I passed reflected this same creature. Now, I really did get alarmed. My Mother alv;ays taught her children never'to run from danger, but to always meet it squ?.rely. With this noble thought in mind, I slowly turned around. As I did so, I came face to face with the startling - nay, gruesome fact that the Eiforementioned creature was only me, I stood there awe-strickcn, my mouth a gape, my eyes bulging. By this time my morale had hit a now low. How anyone could have grown so much in the short span of my life, is still a mystery to me, I stood there, unmindful of the staring’populace, and really sized myself up, after calling myself a few well chosen names, which amply covcrcd the situation (and me), •’ . Well - I decided then and there I’d find out the bitter truth if it killed me, I looked around until I found a good substantial looking pair of scales. Then looking up and down the street, I picked my chance when no one was looking to sneak up to the ■ scales. After much fumbling in my purse I found a penny. With it clutched tightly in-a fist that was shaking like mad, I climbed aboard, I closed my eyes and dropped the coin in the slot, I waited'with bated breath, what seemed like minutes, for that jingling noise to stop. Slowly, slowly, dreading the truth, I opened my innocent blue eyes. People, let'me tell you - what those scales said to me shouldn’t have been said to a m£ingydog, ,I was dumb-foundedl I debated with myself and my conscience for a few minutes as to which course to pursue. Finally I made my agonizing decision, I WOULD REDUCEl Little did I know where that decision would lead, Tuesday I arose from my bed this moring with my noble decision still burning in my breast, I breakfasted on a small glass of grape juice and a cup Of coffee with a tiny squirt of skimed milk in it* I did just fine at lunch, I nibbled a leaf of lettuce and two slices of tomato, I had some vjork to do out in the yard in the afters noon. Therefore I had no occasion to come in contact with the stuff that was the cause of my downfall. Namely, food. In the middle 'of the afternoon I had to wrestle with that ”ole debbil", temptation, tut with ny vast store of will power, I won (It's my won’t power that always throws me) I cooked a wonderful supper for my family, and never nibbled a single bit. So f^r, so good. With the picture of a ”slim" me as my guiding star, I settled down to a supper consisting of a small salad and melba toast. Mind you, my family was dining on steak and creamed potatoes and all the stuff that goes to malce a Unbalanced, nourishing (and fattening) meal. We wpre nearly through the meal when the man I love, looked across the table at me, and said,. "Why aren’t you eating? are you sick?" I re-' p3.ied that I wasn’t sick, but on a diet. He said, "Yes, and you’ll be sick too. Here, have some st^alc and gravy. They wont make you fat. Look at me, I eat ’em and I’m not fat," (Continued on next page)
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