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Evening Star, Issue 12865, 14 July 1906, Page 10

Public Notices. MRS CAUDLE CP-TO-DAT) [ATTER DotTGLA.3 JeRROUJ.] “ A pretty temper you were in this morning Air Caudle! Oh! don't deny it, 1 think | cught to know by this time. Blit it’s alwayj the way. If yonr linen isn’t as spick and span as you would like it to be you carry on past everything. Nobody cries out about clean linen more than you do; nobody leads a poor woman so miserable a life when she tries to make her husband comfortable. Yes Mr Caudle—comfortable' You needn’t keep chewing the word as though you couldn’t swallow it. Was there ewer such a woman? No, Caudle, I hope not I should hope no other wife was ever put upon as I ami It’s all very well for you. 1 can’t have a little wash at home like anybody else but you must eo about the bouse swearing to yonrself. But, I suppose, you’d rather we didn’t wash at all. What’s that you say? You wouldn’t have minded if your linen hadn’t been frayed and soiled? That’s all the thanks I receive for getting up your linen. It’s little you men know of the worry and care and anxiety we poor women have on washing day. What with rubbing and scrubbing, boiling, and ilollying the live day through, we simply kill ourselves with work~and all for your comfort. Never mind; it won't last for ever. And perhaps you’ll think sometimes of your poor, over-worked slave when she’s gone. As for year linen, how can I help it getting frayed at the edges. I’m bound to rub and scrub until I get the dirt out You should buy better linen. What's that? You should bay better soap. What do you know about soap, Mr Caudle, I should like to know? Isn’t one toap as good as another ? The idea of a man fancying he knows anything about a laundry toap! But it’s just like a man. The more 1 worry about yonr happiness—sh? What yo you say? Don’t worry. Don’t Worry, indeed! Who can help worrying. What? Use Sunlight Soap, and you won’t aced to worry! I don’t believe a word of it What can Sunlight Soap mean to me? It neans less labor, greater comfort to all who it, you say? Ah! if it were only true, fs a grateful woman I’d be. But no; there’s ro such luck for your poor wife. I am completely worn out with care. What’s that? there’s no wear, no tear, no care witH Sunfcght Soap. You seem to know a lot about Sunlight Soap, Mr Caudle. One would think u-om the way you talk that you had practical experience with it. You have read the advertisements, you say, and Mrs Prettyman 1 peaks highly of it? Pray, what is Mrs Prettyman to me? I should think I know ns much about laundry soaps as Mrs Prettyman. Mrs Prettyman, indeed! I only wish she’d come here that 1 might tell her so. Mrs Prettyman 1 Perhaps she would like to ctme arid do the washing for you! Oh, yea, Ive no doubt she would do it much better than I do—much! No, Caudle, I won’t hold Jiy tongue! I think I ought to be mistress of my own washing by this time, and after the wife I’ve been to you it’s cruel to go on aa you do. Now, don’t begin to talk Atout your comfort. What’s your conifort to the hard work I have to endure every washing day! There’s no need for it, you say? The ‘ Sunlight way ’ makes washing play I lr, rounds very fine, Mr Caudle. I daresay you believe, it. Did Mrs Prettyman tell you that, too? You needn’t groan, Mr Caudle, t daresay you’ll have somebody else to look after your washing before long, and then perhaps you’ll think of your poor, ill-used Wife! ” “I did ultimately persuade her,” writes Mr Caudle, “to give Sunlight Soap a trial, to the complete satisfaction of us both. And the cause of so much bickering between us Was soon a thing of the past. In a word, fcunlight Soap made all the difference! ”