Evening Star Newspaper, July 11, 1926, Page 81

Margie, the beautiful typist, has an_attack of the dismals. Feels very much abused and ill used. Steel riveting is going on across the street, and a strawberry sundae with maple nut trimmings is ca on inside her. Too much family. Hark to Tessie, the home girl, lhln“ her troubles to a friend. “They got on my nerves ing me ques- tions about where I've been and who I went with. And if I want any privacy in that apartment, I have to in the bathtub!” THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C.—GRAVURE SECTION—JULY 11, 1926. NERVES By W E. HILL Copyrnight. 1926. Chicago Tribune Syndicate. The nervous dyspeptic. Poor Mr. Grouch! His nervous eactions are like “sweet bells jangled out of tune. rs. Grouch, who has no poetry in her soul, “He’s a regular old bear, growlihg all the time!” Nothing is more upsetting to the nerves than terrible sights and sounds. For instance, the sight of a young man in a bathing suit, absently peeling off sunburned skin, has been known to cause many a rierv- ous breakdown. “no resistance. Some people enjoy nervous upsets. Meet Mrs. Winkle, who, " Says to use her own words,.is “a bundle of neurotic nerves.” Al- ways on the verxe of .a breakdown. “I have,” she explains, beolutely no resistance at alp” Too much coffee. Benny is lying awake thinking and thinking. Worrying over all the terrible things that might Mfly happen, but probably won’t, down at the office. You wouldn’t think Harriet had nerves, no she has, as her dear mistress is going to loud where the rest of that boiled ham is! w, would you? But ind out with impunity. No nerves at all. This, dear reader, is the guy with the out presently, healthy nerves, who is very irritating to nervous people. if she keeps on fiddling around in the ice box wondering out He whistles off key drums on the table, and slams doors Telephone nerves. “Now, don’t you sass me back, operator! If you put a wrong number on here again I'll report you!" -{Nerves in the family. You can't argue with nerves. They get the best of it every time. “I don’t want to argue with you, William,” William’s mother is say- ing, “you’'ve made ma- ma’s head ache dread- fully!”