Hey! Watch That Paint
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Dizzy heights atop ladders hold no fears for Lou and Sue Townsend, sisters, as they apply paint and brushes to their home, 1128 North Twenty-second street.
Sisters Turn Painters And Doll Up House
Brushes Flash on North Twenty-Second Street as Girls Don Overalls and Tackle Man's Job; Falls Become Part of Day's Work
The rythmic [sic] swish and slap of paint brushes wielded by feminine arms resounded yesterday on the exterior of a house at 1128 North Twenty-second street.
Back and forth, up and down flashed the brushes in the now dexterous and somewhat paint bedaubed fingers of the Misses Lou and Sue Townsend, sisters, 21 and 17, respectively, who dwell in the house they are painting.
They've been on the job about a week and intend to stick to it as long as the paint holds out.
“I guess there'd be enough paint left if we could wring out these,” said Lou ruefully pointing to the overalls she and her sister are wearing.
Sue was climbing with uncertain steps to a top wrung [sic] of the ladder as her sister steadied it at the same time handing her a can of paint.
“Do we ever fall?” exclaimed Sue from her high perch. “I'll say we do—in fact it's getting to be a habit and we don't mind it any more. Pretty hot stuff, though, don't you think for a couple of females? I've got a boy friend with a cottage on the Rancocas and he wants me to come right up and do his place as soon as this job is finished. You know, Lou, that's not a bad idea. It would be cooler up there on the Rancocas and we could take a dip in the creek during intermissions.”
Lou, whose name is Louise, and Sue, suddenly decided last week that painting the house would relieve them from the boredom of idleness. Their parents are Mr. and Mrs. John J. Townsend.