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Show I jjjjjrrJJJJjrr.JJJrrrrr cJ4-9tne wul cM-&nu By Mary House Here we go, drifting into the sunset of life, with no more worries wor-ries about money. Our son and daughter, Peter and Prudence, are on the road to their first , million. Jim, who's a skeptic, is still holding stubbornly to his job, ' and keeps reminding the young-yi young-yi - sters that "the tffi J . first hundred y$ aftfcr dollars are the - 9&sM&$) hardest." ;YWL Neverthe-M Neverthe-M gjhfcW j, less, they're L-f-2W?rsf busy, out of n'.;T' the kitchen, and out of my hair all blessings during the summer vacation. But it took a bit of quick thiaking and devising. de-vising. Peter and Prudence are members mem-bers of the new generation of merchants that came racing out of grammar school this June. Commercial object: Lemonade stand. , ! They joined forces and pennies pen-nies with the Jones twins and picked my kitchen as a processing process-ing plant. I'm not one to put my foot down on free enterprise, but I don't like a sugar-graveled floor either. They were also far too many dirty little paws handling the ice to measure up to my ideas of sanitation. Thus, Jim and I decided to become be-come stockholders, and put a new scheme before the citrus-soaked citrus-soaked board of directors. It's simple and is working. A phone call and a few dollars brought the local bottler and a few cases of Coke. My wash-tub wash-tub will never' be the same, "ukf but it makes fy a good dispen- SiJQrwiA ser. Ten cents PfTTft7&A worth of ice r'OM k?s5.ffl holds out f or 'al'?2LWi54 the few hours !fc&x&& daily that the ' . N sidewalk emporium is open for business. Profits are accumulating and everybody's happy. The neighbors neigh-bors are grateful for their unimpaired un-impaired digestion.. They're get- j ting a wholesome and palatable I beverage, not a finger-stirred concoction. The fact that Coke comes in sanitary bottles has allayed al-layed my fears of a neighborhood neighbor-hood plague. Two more days should get my ( kitchen back in shape. |
