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Updated: July 11, 2025
I found her busy at her washtub on the threshold of the door, but none the less ready to enter into conversation, as I leaned on the garden fence watching her tireless pink hands, as they worked up the snowy soapsuds. "You've maybe haird the news, sir?" she began, a note of inquiry in her tone. I had seen yesterday's Scotsman, but not in those pages did any of our folk look for news.
"Spaceboy" Roger smiled "you made the Arcturus unit look like three old men in a washtub counting toes!" "Congratulations, Corbett," said Tony Richards of the Arcturus crew, offering his hand. "That was really fast maneuvering out there." "Thanks, Tony." Tom grinned, running his hand through his brown curly hair. "But I have to admit I was a little scared. Wow!
They bubbled over with importance and with the glory of it. A sister and a brother could not meet without a friendly banter. "Hi, Sis' Dicey," Brother Williams would call out across the fence to his neighbour, "I don' believe you doin' anything to'ds dat Chris'mus celebration. Evah time I sees you, you's in de washtub tryin' to mek braid an' meat fo' dat no 'count man o' yo'n."
Just as we entered the square, a scuffle took place between two viragos about a disputed right to a washtub, and immediately the whole community was in a hubbub. Heads in mob caps popped out of every window, and such a clamor of tongues ensued that I was fain to stop my ears.
The September afternoon was full of drone. The roofs of the city from Hattie's kitchen window, which overlooked Morningside Heights, lay flat as slaps. Tranced, indoor quiet. Presently Hattie began to tiptoe. The seventy-two jars were untopped now, in a row on a board over the built-in washtub. Seventy-two yawning for content. Squnch!
True spirituality can see the altar in the cookstove and the washtub. People who are always off the key are never content out of the choir. The only version of the Bible authorized by heaven is that on two feet. Every life must have days in the desert but it does not need to build its house there. Many a man thinks he is patient with pain when he is only perverse in eating pickles.
Yet when an official government census enumerator falls asleep on the edge of a tenement washtub with a question dead on his lips, or solemnly sets down a crow-black Jamaican as "white," it is Uncle Sam who is suffering and time for correction. But it is one thing for a Canal Zone employee to resolve to move, and quite another to carry out that resolution.
The family scurried around putting up the tent and building a fire and drying things out before the men must go to the grove. Rose-Ellen and Dick and even Jimmie felt less dismal when they steamed before the washtub stove and ate something hot. Grandma and Sally felt less relief. Sally's cheeks were hot and red, and she turned her head from side to side, crying and coughing.
Look in your bunk And look in your trunk, And look in the bumble-bee tree!" "Whoop! hurrah! Songbird has composed another ode in Washtub's honor," sang out Fred Garrison. "Washtub, you ought to give Songbird a dollar for that." "Thanks, but I make not my odes for filthy lucre," same from Powell, tragically, and then he continued: "One penny reward, And a big tin sword, To whoever finds the shoe.
"I have heard it stated that about sixty per cent. of the cadets are the sons of wage-earners. Indeed, one of the cadets whom I most respect has not attempted to conceal the fact that, until he graduates and begins to draw officer's pay, his mother will have to continue to support herself at the washtub.
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