. The Saturday evening post. discovered. For thefirst time the unlovely processes of thread-ing pipe acquired a thrill and an hissing roar of the gasoline torch sangcheerfully to him. He took pains, lovingly,with trivial details which in his apprenticedays had been only hateful. The affair of the tub gave him muchperplexity. Those in the showroom werestarkly hideous things of tin and iron,meant to be surrounded by masking pali-sades of match boarding when installed,and in their nakedness frankly could not build a tub for himself, ofcourse, and he detested the walling-
. The Saturday evening post. discovered. For thefirst time the unlovely processes of thread-ing pipe acquired a thrill and an hissing roar of the gasoline torch sangcheerfully to him. He took pains, lovingly,with trivial details which in his apprenticedays had been only hateful. The affair of the tub gave him muchperplexity. Those in the showroom werestarkly hideous things of tin and iron,meant to be surrounded by masking pali-sades of match boarding when installed,and in their nakedness frankly could not build a tub for himself, ofcourse, and he detested the walling-inexpedient almost as much as he disliked theexternal ugliness of the tubs solved this to his satisfaction by asimple device. He chose the plainest tubin stock and gave it many coats of whiteenamel till it had the look of a big porcelain!bowl. Standing thus on the tiled floor, its ap-pearance delighted him. Even the Romanladies had enjoyed nothing better. (Continued on Page 102) ? THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 99.
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