Evening Star Newspaper, October 24, 1921, Page 23

COCKTAILS AT HOME You can have justas fine ter, Clam or Crab Meat Cocktails at home as in the best restaurants. A really wonderful dressing is made with 2 of Lea & Perrins’ Sauce and 4 parts of catsup. Be sure you use trouble with your skin ? Isit red. rough. blotchy. itching? Relief and health liein a jar of ESINOL Soothing and Healing (Copyright, 1921, by the International Syndicate.) THEY MEASURE DOWN FINE AT U. S. BUREAU OF STANDARDS. \ ‘Washington. Dear Junior Scientists: The other day T wrote to you about taking hikes and there is one hike here in Washington, if you ever take it you will want to stay for several days. Just take this hike out Con- necticut avenue past the entrance to the Zoo and keep on until you come to the bureau of standards back from the avenue and up on u hill. There is certainly the place for boys and wirls. 1t is one of the most wonderful in the world and the only ce of its kind in the whole world. There, you might say, that tells you what's what. they can measure things down fine ¥ nnot imagine. That would ce_for chemist ugs” of the Junior Travel Club to go. They have one machine out there that has a compressive power of more n two million pounds and a pulling of more than one million. It will pull a hair into strands it is so delicate or it will pull a cable apart in the same w. They have weights out there that you never hear of. There s a strange thing to me about weights and measures and that is his. The smaller they get the longe and harder the names the scientific men give them. They have weights all one-twentieth milligram, is one six-millionth of an I have never gone much be- pint of milk and a gill of tream at the corner grocery, 8o I -annot imagine whit one six-mil- ionth of ansounce of butter or any- hing would look like One thing that would please the nembers of the Junior Travel Club s net at the bureau of stand- the strongest in the world vou will have a hard time turn- ni vour hand away from it if you e holding a nail_or ing i yond ZemoHeals Skin Troubles Without Staining Clothes No matter how often you have tried madedm.:;m can stop burn- ing, i 'ma with cooling Zemo. Zemo is a clean, antiseptis liquid treatment for all skin irritations. Clears up rashes and ‘Tetter, does away with pimples and blackheads. All Druggists’. POR SKIN IRRITATIONS If your hair is lustrous If your hair is supple If your hair is abundant If your hair never comes out If vour scalp is white If your scalp feels comfortable If your scalp has no dandruff If your scalp never itches Then— You don’t need ED.PINAUD’S HAIR TONIC But— Be fair to yourself and if you do need ED. PINAUD'S, buy at any drug or depart- ment store, use it faithfully and watch your hair ime prove. ‘This fine French prepa- ration is fragrant and pure. American Import Offices ED. PINAUD Bldg. NEW YORK hat. The bu s e a great deal because ards for weights and many things in com- Things you eat, sugar and coffee, that are ported. are tested there. They test the wearing ues of leather and lot of other very interesting ures and ereiul life im- All kinds of paper can be made in a small way in a little paper mill they have there and they are making xperiments along this” line all the time. for we are cutting up thousands of trees to make paper every the American 4 say: d so th ‘ookout for substitutes for paper and many other things. ® One-third of the pulpwood for making newspapers ‘omes from Canada and as forest fires destroy two billion feet of timber BU At Last the Merry Little Breezes Arrive. BY THORNTON W. BURG Good things quite often are by But amply repay those who —Merry Little It was almost the middle of the morning when one of the Merry Little Breezes of Old Mother West Wind re- {membered the unshaken nut trees in he Green Forest and remained the other Merry Little Breezes. Instantly all stopped playing on the Green dows. What shall we do?” cried one in I “We should have shaken ces_the very first thing this You know that is what Old Mother West Wind told us to do.” “We'll do it now,” declared the { Merry Little Breeze who had remem- bered. “There Is nothing else for us to do. Come on!" A raced the Merry Little Breezes straight for the Green Forest, and they were in such a hurry that they brushed all the red and yellow |leaves from the tops of the ‘maple trees as they passed and sent them fluttering down - in all directions. They would have liked to stay and HAPPY JACK SQUIRREL SCOLDED Ag FAST AS HIS TONGUE COULD GO. | blow those beautiful red leaves and It Isn’t the Ticking Pretty ticking often sells a materess. But it’s what is inside that proves whether itis a good purchase. Con- science Brand Mattresses are_honestly built, inside and out, of high grade ma- terials. The workmanship is conscientious and there- fore they outwear others. 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With a ‘rush they seized the branches of the !beech trees and shook and shook and | shook and shook with all their might. | The little, sweet, brown nuts flew out of their little husks and rattled down through the branches and tumbled and rolled among the leaves on the ground. Back and forth rocked the tops of the trees. Up and down and from side to side flew the branches. The yellow-brown leaves flew off in clouds, and by the time the Merry Little Breezes were so out of breath that they couldn’t shake another branch there wasn't a single little, every year you can see the importance of growing more trees or finding sub- stitutes for paper. 1 am told there s a pine beetle in the west that destroys more trees than fire does every year. That sounds strange. but the Investigators can prove, and out in Oregon and Washington they are putting up a fight to Kill this pine beetle. So that is just one example of what the bureau of standards, un- der Dr. S. W. Stratton’s direction, Is doing all the time. Would it not be strange if we S N N | should suddenly hear that we could only have newspapers twice a week or just on Sunday! Then would ft not be strange if the bureau of stand- ards came along and said we can make paper out of grape skins and old shoes? Then how the price of grapes would go up and with so many being used now for other things! 1f you visit Washington or live here do not fail to visit the bureau for it is a great place. RUSSELL BURKE, The Travelog Boy. Little Breezes. Before they had all those little, sweet, brown nuts to themselves: now they must divide with all who wanted a share, and it seemed to them that that included everybody in the Green Forest. Of course it didn't, but there e 80 many busy people down there on the ground that it seemed that way. But sitting up in those trees scold- ing wouldn’t put any little, sweet, browusbeechnuts in their storehouses. Besides, no one paid the least atten- tion to their scolding. So Happy Jack and Rusty decided that if they wanted their share the only way to get it would be to join the others on the ground and hunt for it, and this is Just what they did. Chatterer scolded a little longer and then he, too, scam- pered down and began to rustle about among the dry leaves looking for little, sweet, brown nuts. And there was great contentment under the beech trees because of the coming of the Merry Little Breezes. (Copyright, 1921, by T. W. Burgess.) LISTEN, WORLD! BY ELEIE_R—OHI.‘SDN. They let me say almost anything I want in this corner, so here goes. I always love to look in a barber's win- dow! I know that no lady is supposed to so indulge herself. I realize that it betrays a low and vulgar curiosity. But I like to do it, nevertheless, and I'm goin’ to keep right on. No Eldorado ever lures a prospector with a more potent charm than does that red, white and blue pole lure me. Once ip frant of the plate glass and T am able to feast my eyes upon man in his primeval simplicity, as it were. Usually 'a man has me—er—buffaloed. He dazzles me, although I try to hide it. I am enormously impressed by his wisdom, or the wisdom he ghinks he has. I am impressed by hil necktles and his comfortable shoes, and his air of masterful poise. I am simply swept away by the manner in which he con- verses with a cigar clenched in the front of his face and an illegal scheme as firmly clenched in the back of it. He makes me feel silly and inefficient. I feel that he has judged me by the powder on my nose and condemned me for my frivolity. But_in_the barber shop all is re- versed. There he is at last, the mon- arch of the front office, minus his cigar, minus his poise, looking like a Thanks- sweet, brown nut left clinging in its husk on one of those beech trees. No, sir; there wasn't one. Buster Bear had stopped growling. Mother Bear had stopped grumbling. Boxer and Woof-Woof, the cubs, had stopped quarreling. ~ All the bad temper of the Bear family had van- ished. Where had it gone? Well, you might have thought it had gone into the Squirrel cousins to have heard them scold. Happy Jack Spuirrel scolded as fast as his tongue could go. Rusty the Fox Squirrel scolded as fast as his tongue could-go. Chatterer the Red_Squirrel—well, Chatterer scolded as fast as his two big cousins to- gether. You know Chatterer is a famous scolder. I The truth is the Squirrel cousins were the only ones who were not glad !hecause of the coming of the Merry giving turkey all mixed ‘up in a lather dressing. Gone is his lordly air. An: iously he surveys the thin spot on his parting and inquires about the re- spective merits of hair tonics. Peevish- ly he demands a_ faclal—coyly he dim- ples through the lather while the mani- cure girl passes nim the old, old, old, old line of bull. And this is what I trembled before one scant hour since! This scrawny, puffy, goggle-eyed thing wrapped up in towels, with powder on its ear lobe—the ruler of the universe? Wow! Glory be, what helpful things are bar- ber shops! If it costs $5 for a seat ir the dress eircle I'd still be there, fo it's worth any price to see the mighty humbled and the kings brought low. FROM NOW ON BY FRANK L. PACKARD. Oopyright, 1081, by Copyright, 1931, by (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) Bookie Skarvan, with the adroit as- sistance of his tongue, shifted the clgar butt to the other corner of his month. He expectorated on the floor of the taxi—and suddenly frowned uneasily. He had had uneasy mo- ments more than once on his late trip across the continent, but they were due, not so much to the fear that any- thing was wrong with his “dope sheet” as they were to the element of superstition which was iInherent in him as a gambler—so far he had not had any luck with that hundred thousand dollars, in the theft of which he had been forestalled by Dave Henderson five years ago. That was what was the matter. He was leery of his luck. He chewed savagely. He had an attack of that superstition now—but at least he knew the panacea to be employed. At times such as these he communed and reasoned patiently with himself. He communed with himself now. “Sure, she knows where the money 1s! She's the dark horse, and the long shot—and I got the tip and the inside dope, ain’t 1? Sure, she's the play!” he reassured himself. “She hustled that funeral along something fierce. And she went tearing around like a wet hen ralsing money, letting things go and grabbing at any old price until she’d got enough to see her through, and then she suddenly locks the house up and beats it like hell. 'Twasn’t natural, was it? She was in some hurry—belleve ‘What did she do it for—eh? T'll tell_vou, Bookie—on the quiet. What Nicolo_ Capriano knew, she knew. And Nicolo Capriano wasn't the bird to let one hundred thousand dollars get as close to his claws as it did without him’ taking a crack at it. If you ask me, Nicolo pulled Dave Henderson's leg for the dope; and if you ask me, NI handed out that bomb, and he did it to bump Dave Henderson off—same as 1 figured to do_once—and cop the loot for himself. Mabbe I'm wrong—but I guess I'm not. And I guess the odds weren't too rotten to stake a ride on across the country; I guess they weren't!” Bookie lifted a fat hand, pushed back his hat, and scratched rumina- tively at the hair over his right temple. “Dave must have had a pal, or he must have slipped it to some one that time Baldy chased him in the car It must have been that—he slipped it to some one during them davs the bulls was chasing him, and whoever it was mabbe has been keeping it for him here in New York. So she beats it for New York—what? It don't fig- ure out any other way. He didn’t go nowhere and get it after he got out of prison, T know that. And he got killed the same night, and he didn't have It then. Sure, Capriano bumped him off! Sure. my hunch is good for the limit! Dave fell for the Lomazzi tulk, and goes and puts his head on Nicolo's bosom -80’s to give the police he go-by. and Nicolo sucks the or. ange dry and heaves away the pip! And then the old geezer cashes in himself. and the girl flies the coop. VMabbe she don’t know nothing about ‘—Bookle Skarvan stuck his tongue his cheek and grinned ironically— “oh, no, mabbe she don' And T =uess there ain’t any family resem- nlance between the old man and the girl neither—eh?—oh, no. mabbe not!" The taxl stopped abruptly. The ~hauffeur reached around and dexter- ously opened the door. “Here you are he oriefly. Eookie Skarvan looked out—upon a very shabby perspective With the | “ole exception of a frankly dirty and disreputable saloon, designated as “O’Shea's,” which faced him across the sidewalk, the neighborhood ap- peared to consist of nothing but Chi- nese tea shops, laundries, restau- rants, and the like; while the whole street, gloomy and ill-lighted, w strewn with unprepossessing base. ment entrances where one descended directly from the sidewalk to"the cel- lar level below. Bookle Skarvan picked up his hand- bag, descended to the sidewalk, paid and dismissed the chauffeur, and oushed his way in through the swing- ing doors of the saloon. “I guess I ain't drinking—not her: confided Bookie Skarvan to himself. as he surveyed the unkempt sawdust-strewn floor and dirty fur- nishings, and a group of equally un- kempt and hard-looking loungers that lined the near end of the bar. “No, I guess not.” said Bookie to himsel! ut I guess it's the place. all righ 3 He made his way to the unoccupied end of the bar. The single barkeeper that the place evidently boasted dis- engaged himself from the group of loungers, and approached Bookie Skarvan. 5 “Wot's yours?” he inquired indif- ferent! Bookie Skarvan leaned confiden- tially over the rail. “I'm looking for a gentleman by the name of Smeeks.” he said, and his, left eyelid drooped, “Cunny Smeeks.’ The barkeeper's restless black eyes. out of an unamiable and unshaven face, appraised Bookie Skarvan and Booklie Skarvan's well-to-do appear- ance furtively. “It's a new one on me!” he observed blandly. “Never heard of him! Bookie Skarvan shifted his cigar butt—with his tongue. “That's too bad!” he said—and leaned a little further over the bar. “T've come a long way to see him. T'm a stranger here, and mabbe I've got the wrong place. bbe TI've got the wrong name, too Skarvan's left eyelld twitched again —*“mabbe you'd know him better as the Scorpion?” “Mabbe I would—Iif I knew him at " gald the barkeeper non-commit 1 “Wat's your lay? “You're talking now!"” sald Eook! Skarvan, with a grin. He pulled a letter from his pocket, and pushed it across the bar. “You can let the Scorpion figure out for himself how much of a fly-cop I am when he gets his lamps on that. And it's kind of jmoortant! Get me—friend?” ) The barkeeper picked up the plain. sealed *envelope—and twirled it medi- tatively in his hands for a moment. while his eyes again searched Bookie | Skarvan's face. announced Publio Ledger Ce. R. K. Davis Cory. i said. “I'm all the way from 'Frisco, and everything's on the level. I didn’t blow in here on a guess. Start the letter on its-way, and let the Scorpion call the tur: It he don't want to see me, he don't have to. See?" “All right!” said the barkeeper abruptly. But I'm tellin' youse straight, I ain’t seen him tonight, an’ Iain't sayin’ he's to be found, or that he's stickin' around here anywhere.” “I'll wait,” said Bookle Skarvan pleasantly. The barkeeper walked down the length of the bar, disappeared through a door at the rear for a moment, and, returning, rejoined the group at the upper end of the room. Bookie Skarvan waited. Perhaps flve minutes passed. The door at the rear of the bar opened slightly, the barkeeper sauntered down in that dlrection, and an instant later nodded his head over his shoul- der to Bookle Skarvan, motioning glm to come around the end of the ar. “Cunny’ll see youse,” he announced, stepping aside from the doorway to allow Bookle Skarvan to pas: “De Chink’ll show youse de wa. grinned suddenly. “I guess youse are on de level all right, or yous wouldn’t be goin’ where youse are The door closed behind him, and Bookle Skarvan found himself in a narrow, dimly-lighted passage. A small, wizened Chinaman, in a white blouse, standing in front of him, smiled blandly. “You filend of Scorpy’s—that allee same belly glood. You vited the man, and scuffied off along the hall. Bookie Skar followed—and smiled to himself complacent sat- isfaction. Cunny Smeeks, allas the Scorpion, was, {f surroundings were any criterion, living up to his reputa- tion—which was a not insignificant item on Bookie Skarvan's “dope sheet”—as one of the “safest” as well as one of the most powerful crim- n olo was the guy who | inal leaders in the underworld of New York. “Sure!” said Eookle Skarvan to himself. “That's the way I got the dope—and it's right!" The passage swerved suddenly, and became almost black. Bookie Skar- van could just barely make out the flutter of the white biouse in front of him. And then the guide's voice floated back: ';Allee same stlairs here—you look out! Cautfoned, Bookie Skarvan de- scended a steep flight of stairs warily into what was obviously, though it was too dark to see, a cellar. Ahead of him. however, there appeared, as through an opening of some sort, a faint glow of light again, and toward this the white blouse fluttered its n found himself in another passag and a strange, sweetish odor came to his nostrils; and strange sounds, subdued whisperings, rustlings, the dull ring of metal like coin thrown upon a table, reached his ears. And there seemed to be doors on either s and curtained hangings, and it soft and silent underfoot. “I dunno—it ain’'t got much on ‘Frisco, at tha The guide halted, and opened a door. A soft, mellow light shone out. Bookie Skarvan smiled knowingly He was not altogether unsophistl- cate A group of richly dressed Chinamen were absorbed in cards. carcely one of them looked up. Bookie Skarvan's eves passed eover the group almost contemptuously, and fixed on the only man in the room who was not playing. and, likewise, the only man present who was not an oriental, and who, with hands in his pockets, and slouch hat pushed back from his forehead, stood watching the game—a man who was abnormally short in stature, and enormously broad in shoulder, who had hair of a violently aggressive red, and whose eyes, a3 he turned now to look toward the door, were of a blue so faded as to make them unpleasantly colorless. Bookle Skarvan remained tentative- 1y on the threshold. He needed no fur- ther introduction—no one to whom the man had been previously describ- ed could mistake Cunny Smeeks, allas the Scorpion. (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) a8 ADVERTISEMENT. LET NO CORN SPOIL AN HOUR Any Corn Can Be Stopped Now, ‘Any Moment, by a Touch Science has solved the corn problem. One can now stop a corn ache instantly, and shortly remove the whole corn. 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NATIONAL TOLST CO Paris Tens “Bayer” on Genuine Aspirin—say “Bayer” Unless you look for the name “Bayer” on package or on tablets you may not get genuine Aspirin pre- scribed by physicians for twen years and proved safe by millions. Take Aspirin only as told in the Bay- er package for Colds, Headache, Neu- ralgia, Rheumatism, Earache, Tooth-! ache, Lumblro and for Pain. All druggists sell Bayer Tablets of As-. pirin in handy tin boxes of.12, and in bottles of 24 and 100. Aspirin is the trade mark of Bayer Manufacture ofl Monoaceticacidester of Salicylicacid. Personal Health Service By WILLIAM BRADY, M. D. Noted Physician and Author Chuckles Versus Dope. A few days ago I walked up Mark Twain's hill—to Quarry farm, where Mark wrote some of his best books— and the delightfully hospitable lady who presides there.told of some of Mark’s ways. She told how some- times he used to break out chuc- kling and laughing at table and yet would not explain to the others pres- ent the reason for his sudd-n mur.h. “Wait,” he would say. I won't tell you now—walit till 1 read it to vou later” From the little six-sided sum- mer house out on the very brow of the hill overlooking the city in the val ley below, a summer house fitted with a stone fireplace which gave forth warmth and cheer on blea’: days, and no doubt furnished ready iights for Mark’s pipe and a handy place to tap lout the ashes at the end of every = | laughing at yourself—and if chapter—he wrote everything ‘long hand, remember—f{rom ~this perch commanding twenty miles of scenery vish to gaze upon, Mark used to bring his copy at the end of the day down to dinner at . and there, after he would read what he had written that day and let the family criticise. Tll bet he felt embarrassed and ashamed, though, when he thou lessly broke out luughing that way I can just imagine how it may have 1t 1 h experienced some such embarrassment when all alone in my rcom taking those efliciency exe 2 which 1 modestly call the Brady symphony. They make you feel 80 good, when you get up full steam, lat vou are quite likely to begin overhears you and Knows you ar alone, you're 4 gone gOose Ordinarily he is a poor doctor who PP VRPN I I DY I I I IR LR e e H Ready for the Chilly Days? Are you ready for the germs that grab you when your vitality is low and your power of resistance is weak? Chilly days admonish you to be on your guard. Preparedness for sudden changes of weather calls for food that gives warmth and strength to the body. Shredded Wheat gives natural warmth inanatural way by making rich, red blood to feed healthy tissue and good muscle. 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As for that prescription I have so often extolled, two miles of oyxgen on the hoof three times a day, it is still the sovereign medicine for maintain. ing good health, in my judgment, buf there are many days when I find L can’t work in the minimum six miles that way, 80 1 have to compromise by taking the next best medicine. 1 find these stimulants so much more effec- uve and 8o much more Soothing than tobacco. Especially when I can in- clude a few Lills in the formulae, for hill climbing is great for the heart and wind and indulged in reasonably it adds materially to one's energy re- - on siipments sold from 815 centx to 16 cents per | pound and avernged 11.61 cents -Ad- per pound. | wertin S A T T T IR T S T TR T T T T T e — New Prices for Prices soar in war times. war ends. They drop quickly or slowly, ac- cording to the quantity of high priced stocks that are still on hand. 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