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'e's' instead of the genuine r-e-a-l way.

"Jeb, how'd you like to spend every nickel you've saved, on a girl with
dyed hair, belladonna eyes, painted lips you could never kiss, blackened
eye-lashes and eye-brows, and goodness only knows what else she puts on
and takes off to look pretty in the pictures?"

Jeb listened with loose jaw and wide-opened eyes to this strange
description of all the lady-loves he knew on the screen.

"Why, Jeb, these blonde Movie beauties have a different husband every
few months. The ones who play star-leads make the biggest splash in the
puddles, but the little ones try to mimic the big stars and get into all
sorts of trouble. I haven't heard of but two or three who could treat a
good husband decently. As for sitting at home playing and singing for
you--ha, ha, ha! It costs about five hundred dollars each evening to
entertain one of them.

"Churn? Did you say she looked so cute in a big bungalow apron churning
the butter on a vine-clad porch? Didn't the porch open right out on a
little pasture and tidy barnyard, where her devoted husband could stand
admiring her? Was it a dear little one-and-a-half story vine-clad house
painted white, with green wooden shutters?"

"Uh, huh! Just so! Did you see that gal, John?" eagerly asked Jeb.

"Jeb, the Movies use that same little house and painted scenery for
every farm-picture they make. Sometimes a deserted wife hangs to the
post of the porch and plans to kill herself. Or sometimes it is the
husband who hears how his head man ran away with his foolish little
wife. But, Jeb, never believe anything you see in the Movies, for they
have turned more heads than you can count, by their subtle ways.
Everything always ends right in the Movies, but it is seldom so in real
life.

"Now do you want my best advice, Jeb?"

"Ah shore do, John, cuz you-all knows what's what!"

"Then listen, Jeb, and think things over well before you leave Pebbly
Pit and take your money away to spend on a pretty Movie gal.

"You say that Sary is a right smart cook and houseworker. You admit that
she is thrifty, and will save that money you've got hidden away in the
barn.

"Now look at that good-fer-nothing Bill Dodd she married! In less than
a year she had him working on a ranch that she saved up for. Didn't she
keep him at it until it was most paid up? If he hadn't gone with the
flu, that ranch'd been paid for in another year.

"Sary isn't so feeble