Luxury Of Doing Nothing

Does the busy housewife ever realize the real luxury of doing nothing? Seldom, for the modern Martha is troubled wlth many things- so occupied is she with her nursery, her kitchen, and her needlework that she regards a half hour spent in restfui idleness as something very like a crime. So, when tired nature asserts itself, and she is compelled to take a brief rest, she sits down reluctantly and occupies her fingere with a bit of embroidery, or at least idly glances over the morniag paper. A grievous mistake this, but a common one, as the average woman has yet to léarn the secret of power through repose. But try it and heed 'Jie result, ye busy housewives! Sit drwn in a big fortable armchair - not a rocker, that refuge of nervous American women, but a roomy lounging chair; close your eyes, sniooth out the Unes f rom brow and raouth, and let the ever busy hands lic idly in your lap; relax every muscle and make an effort not to think even. Don't plan how to renovate Mary's school "dress or speculate whether your winter bonnet will bear a second renewal; let your mind bc, if possible, an absolute blank. Rest thus for a quarter of an hour twice a day and see if you do not rlse a giantess refreshed! And, best of all, such repose does more to keep a woman young - a fact, I know, -which appeals to all my sex that have passed the Rubicon of 30 - than any process yet devised b; cleverest masseuse or skilied compiexion specialist.