Evening Star Newspaper, June 6, 1922, Page 26

White Crepe Here is a letter from Paris which has certain points of interest to every American. Therefore, it may not be amiss to repeat it. It concerns the frocks that women of society, not only French, but those of other na- tions, who are in Paris have chosen to wear during May, which is the height of the season: After showing sumptuous modes for evening wear in the February collections. the wise dressmaker has put them aside to be shown only to A lady of the court. She has accepted inevitable in making more and crepe frocks. 1f nal client who might suggest thing more elaborate she em- ider the plain model in crystal | beads. calls it a robe of ceremony. and the client is satisfied. The dress- maker who is makir specialty of thesa frocks to the exclusion of all others is the one who is doing the amount of busine There seems to be absolutely no way of persuading women to discard ir youthful little crepe frocks for evening. They are more comfort- to dance nd so long as the simplicity of a frock exaggerates its atest youthful appearance, that feature :lone, regardless of comfort, will ! cause women to eling to that type of wn “Many of these white crepe dancing frocks are embroide in tiny crys- tal beads, but th mart without | embroid One them at the Sunday Hotel Ritz at the night din- | ners, where all smart Americans for gather. and at Ciro’s on Saturda night. sometimes in red with a black et belt” The sketch shows one of the gowns had unusual success white crepe, the skirt 1 the girdle made is. ‘Tt hangs in side. The dice very low waist- has 1t is o wo tier ed skirt is much in S the nawest ri rt. There are thres ared suits or se are an ey do ev flounces ternoon cks. The vouth, event an r of the curves of the fAigure hy a tightly draped n clastic girdle. They Eown n invented for this pur- may have been invented & new movement for pose o o the ampha BY ANNE RITTENHOUS! she has an oc- | of the | supposed to | FEATURES. Gown P-opular [ GOWN OF WHICH HAS HAD MUCH SUCCE! N RIS THIS SPRING. THE BELT 1S OF CRY: TAL AND JET BEAD: STRINGS OF 1 AT THE SIDE. | TIERCED SKIRT I8 FASHION THAT WiLL BE RE. | PEATED THROUGHOUT THE SU) MER. INFORMAL WHITE CREPE. S- WITH THE BEADS HAN THE TWO- ANOTHER wide straight skirts as opposed to all others. | Coprright. 1922 ) PE RSONAL HE By William Noted Phvsician and Author. ALTH SERVICE Brady, M. D. A Moving Picture of CVD. Before presenting this film let me clarify the situation for the uniniti- @ed reader hy giving a definition. CVD stands for cardio-vaseular de- generation, the t artery wearing- out proc, frequently cul- minates slow mu arteriosclerosis or apoplexy ehral hemor- middle life. Although s on the increase. ac- ity statistics and in- and now vies with sumonia_and cancer ip position In the rath leagu al books give nly still pietar taken o wre 1s uninteresting and tire- sume as the red-stained films of fire scenes taken "Xt morning. 1 am going show vou as true a pieture as [ can possibly present of he heart artery vearing-out process n the vears wre the wreck. A pi ture of CVD long before the relatives und ndition This « cording to morts surance records tuberenlosis, pr ampic ara summaoned to the hedside must necessarily he constructed out of fragmentary views, since it covers a period of years during which the hero of th has very insidiously sed from his former excellent ent indifferent derately deleted & piles or stacks inting health ature. treatments. fke. which the hero has dis- long the way seems that in the universal dread of growing old yhe dependent in some d ody strives to hide from himself his state and shun progre realth to his p 1 have cor ps showi Diary of a Professional Movie Fan BY Mae Murray's Work. Mae Murray is a hard worker. When ¥ou see her, gorgeous in shimmeries and spa don’t get it into your head that she just butterflies it. I've gles, Mae Murray weeps better than most folks laugh. talked with Mae time and time again, and it's alwayvs been in the studlo, and she's always been in the midst of taking scenes. Sho doesn't seem to have time for tea and petit fours and frivolings. Nor does her husbghd, Big Bob Leonard, who is also her direc- tor. Yesterday the studlo was partly con- verted into a stage. There were im- after | GLADYS HALL. to know” how his own vital ma- chinery is bearing up. It is natural enough to wish to escape the “cold gradations of decay.” to keep pegging along somehow until death breaks at once the vital chain and the little | story ends like the deacons wonder- | ful one-hoss shay. But it isn't good economy or good business to go that way. after all. You can't afford a new | machine and you can't trade the old | one in advantageously. It pays. there- | fore, to take some care of the old | one.” without being fussy about it,| you' understand. After thirty it is an excellent habit | to submit to an anual physical ex |amination at the hands of a good physiclan. Such examination should rather measure how much health you | have than determine whether You | have any “organic” trouble. Let us indulge in an orgy of mor- bid imagination and suppose vour an- nual examination forces upon vour attention some such facts as these: You have taken on some pounds of superfluous weight: vour vital ca- pacity is several cublc inches less than it was a year ago; your heart| action is excited for a longer period | by moderate exertion than it was a| year ago: you blood pressure is on | the border line or a trifle beyond | what a coldly practical insurance company would consider healthful: now taat you consent to think of it, | vour general capacity Is not so good as it was. your endurance is appre- ciably less, your memory is less de- pendable, You find yourself a little more short of breath when you en- gage in any muscular exertion—well, it is a sad story and 1 hate to teli it, but It is high time to take care of your eardio-vescular system. mense floral pleces thereon, and a | gigantic sunburst of silver. Tiers of 1 boxes embraced the stage in fashion | realistic. T occupied one of the boxes and watched Ma® “doing” her scenes | for most of the afternoon—=scen | which, guiltless of mascara, Mae wept | silver, solvent tears and waved im-| mensely moving farewells to an im-| | mensely moved audience—Me:! Music | sobbed suggestively and Husband-DIi- | rector Leonard made supplementar | suggestions. I had to keep my mind upon |the fact that 1 was watching Bob Leonard, director, as Bob Leonard, hus- | band, would have been an unmitigated | brute to make Mae weep 8o wistfully. | Mae weeps better than most folks | laugh. | _In between sobs she talked to me. She talked about ner audiences, ber pub- lic, her fans, her what-you-will. You who are reading this, she probably talked about you. “The fan public,” sald Mae, “are the sweetest, dearest, realest people in the world. They come to see me, I feel, lov- ing me. That is "My Mae,’ they think, | and they are as pleased as I am when { I do anything especially well. They do not come to be ‘picky’ and critical. They | come to be pleased. They come feeling | that they will be pleased. Of course, | this doesn't mean that they don't know when a-thing is done. badly and when It is done well—they do. But they are | human and responsive about it—always. They're “home folks" in their point of view. . “I try to make a symphony out of my | pictures—love and joy and pain and struggie—all the human elements near to every heart. And I do not believe in | ruling out love scenes. Most lives are so monotonous and drab that it is a aweet and thrilling thing to watch for a while the flame of young romance— woven in a plctur (Copy | in | BEAUTY CHATS BY EDNA KENT FORBES. Manicure Hints. No hand can be pretty unipss the nalls are well cared for. Every woman, ‘therefore, should know exactly how to look after her nafls. Those who can afford a persona! maid to do this for them are fortunate in this respect at least, for their nails will be perfectly cared for, but other women must either £0 to a manlcure parlor or, learn to do this work for themselves. I would advise every woman who can afford it to have her nails professionally manicured once a month or once in six ‘weeks, and take care of them herseif in the meantim: This s because it is almost impossible to do the nalls at home as well as the girl who makes this her profession. In spite of every precaution the sensitive skin around the edge of tae nalls, particularly at each corner. will" become rough and bhard and form ugly little hangnalls. The professional manicurist can correct this without any trouble because she can usa both hands for her work, while s the woman herself can use only one. Here are a few hints which I think you will find valuable: After shaping the nails with.a file soak the finger tips for a few moments in'a bowl ot‘wnrm. soap water containing a little lemon Juice—this 18 to bleach stains from the nails. Do not cut the cuticle if you | can possibly help it. After the hands have been soaked rub them with vase- line or cold cream and push back the cuticle or scarf skin with the blunt end of an orangewood stick. . The ‘skin ‘at tive corners ‘of the nails | will always have to be cut. To do this satisfactorily you will have to have a pair of good scissors. Rosebud.—There is no reason why you should not use water on your com- plexion every day, even though you also use cleansing cream. The reason for the cream is to dissolve the soil in the pores, which it will do more effectively than soap. The removal of the solled cream can be done then with warm wa- ter, but since this has opened the pore, they should be closed again by dashes of very cold water. {but he couldn’t find \he gave up and sl i stood. | Mix HE [T TLE STORIES SrBEDTIME Peace and Happiness in the | Old Briar Patch. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS, Misunderstandings cleared away Bring peace and happiness to stas. —Peter Rabbit. Johnny Chuck worked. Polly Chuck worked. Neither one wasted a mo- ment. They may seem lazy folks when you see them sitting around doing nothing, but when tRey have something to do they do it without | waste of time. They were in a hurry to get that old house in the heart of the dear Old Briar-patch in order. The heap of yellow sand which would be the doorstep in the middle of the Briar-patch grew surprisingly fast. Peter Rabbit sat around looking on and secretly glad that he didn't have to work like that. There was just one thing that worrled Peter. It was the fear that Johnny Chuck would cut _such a big path through the brambles to his doorstep that Reddy Fox might get in the old Briar-patch in that way. But Peter need not have worried. Neither Johnny nor Polly Chuck had any idea of doing such a thing as that. Polly was digging a long hall out to the edge of the old Briar-patch and behind a little bush she opened the entrance to that hall. She made it Just big enough for Johnny and herself to pass through comfortably. There was no yellow sand around it to show where it was. Al the sand was pushed back and out of the en- JUST INSIDE THE EDGE OF THE BRIAR-PATCH D BEHIND A LITTLE BUSH SHE OP D THE ENTRANCE TO THE HALI trance in the heart of the Old Briar- | patch. The other entrance would be likely to be seen only hy the sharpest eyes. Yet this was to be the main entrance. At last the work was all done. No | more sand was thrown out at the entrance in the middle of the Bria patch. Johnny Chuck disappeared side and, though Peter sat around for a long time, he saw no more of Johnny. “The Chuck family must be taking a rest down jnside” muttered Peter o himself. ““I should think they would want tos My! I wouldn't work the way they work for anvthing in the world.” You know Peter isn't at all fond of work By and by he grew tired of sitting around and hopped over through ons | of his private Jittle paths to the edge of the Old Briar-patch to get soms sweet clover on the Green Meadows. | When he poked his head ou blinked his eves very fast de he several times. Then he hopped out and sat up to stare at Johnny Chuck and Polly Chuck and the four little Chucks eating sweet clover out thers as fasf as they could. Peter was so sure that they were down inside that house that he had the hardest kind of work to make himself believe that he really saw what he did see. You see he knew nothing about that new | doorway. At last Peter found his tongue. “Hi, Johnny Chuck!" he cried. “How did you get out here?” v looked up and grinned. “It’s was all he said. Peter at once made up his mind that he would find out that cret So he sat around and watched, but by and by his stomach would no longer give him any peace and he decided that he might as well fill his stomach while he watched. Now that clover was very sweet and after Peter had eaten a few leaves he forgot everything else. He ate and ate as fast as he could and forgot ail about | keeping watch. Presently he looked | up. .The Chucks had disappeared. | Peter looked everywhere for them, them. Finally wly hopped back into the dear Old Briar-patch. He went at once to the entrance to that | o!d house which the Chucks had | taken. There on the doorstep | Johnny Chuck. Once more Peter was sadly ‘puzzled. 2 At last Johnny Chuck took pity on | Peter and told him that they had a secret doorway near the edge of the Old Briar-patch, but would not teli him just where. Of course Peter went to hunt for it. After a long| search he found it. Then he under- At once he hurried to little Mrs. Peter. “The Chucks have a isecret door- way at the edge of the Old Briar- | patch,” explained Peter. “And 1 think they are going to use that al- together. 1 don't believe they will bother us in thp Old Briar-patch. And in this Peter was right. So it was that peace and happiness came to the old Briar-patch. (Copyright, 1922, by T. W. Burge tell | ) Appetizing Chow Chow. Break up one cauliffower in small portions and chop eight peppers fine. Slice one white cabbage and eight onions. Cover with boiling, salted water and boil until tender, then drain. Put back into the saucepan, pour in three and one-half pints of vinegar and two ounces of white mustard seed and let boil up twice. one-half a cup of mustard .with two tablespoonfuls of water and just before removing from the stove pour this in with one cupful of sugar, one-half an ounce of celery seed and one-half an ounce of tumeric. Stir thoroughly, let boil up once and then pour into glass jars until ready to use. appearance of youth. Re- sults are instnt. High's antiseptic. Exerts a softand soothing action. Over 73 years in use. Send 15 c. for Tricl Stze FERD. Tizl'oy:'{lc‘lgi SON Gouraud's iental Cream EVENING STAR, WASHIN {horror | fort ithat's whose land they was on—was sat (g : Sale s Everywher TON, _ The Wife Who Wouldn't Settle Down! A Sequel to “Brides Will Be-Brides” By Lucille Van Slyke. On the Gypsy Trail. OHN LINDSAY was both fright- ened and angry as he made his way along the turnpike in the spring twilight toward a strip of woods in which for several days prast there had been a gypsy encamp- ment, for he had just read of so- ies carrying a child off to) South America. He had arrived home nearly two hours before to a dinner ss, wifeless, childless house. The first hour he had waited impatient- 1y but expectantly, never dream- ing but what at any moment Mer- ! riam and her two infants would come in babbling of their day's adventures. It literally had not occurred to him to think of the gypsies or any other kidnapers or other violence or acci- dent until, after wasting half an hour in a vain attempt to corral his miss- ing family by telephone, he chanced upon a clue that made him literally ill with anxiety. The last person who had seen Mer- ry was a woman who had warned her not to go along the road on which gypsies were camping, and ‘who report that Merriam had de- tely continued on the road, cry- What fun' Oh, the raggely, tag- s, oh!" er heightened hurried along John's distress the road.~ Un- h pleasant recollections surged through ad his frantic thoughts. For only the previous evening he had somewhat! tactlessly eriticised Merriam for | adorning her adorable twins in much finery and exhibiting them at a fash- ionable bridge party. He had used most emphatic arguments about the danger of arousing their vanity and how quickly they would become spoiled little snobs from such asso- ciations. Merriam had taken his sug- tions somewhat peevishly, He found himself remembering with that she had jokingly pre- tended that as an antidote she would | dump their Young hopefuls into some P Tittl i i gutter and let them be * heggar folkses. refleeted, bitterly, that it we ~ exactly like his scatter- | hrain spouse to use his scolding as an excuse dragging the children to a gypsy camp. What might have appened to her since she had set forth avly at 10 that morning he searc ared let himself imagine. With a crime wave and rampant ban- ditry in his mind, he only knew that it was growing darker everv moment and that the heavy clouds threatened rain He hailed a passing motor car, sighed with slight relicf when he discovered that it belonged to an ac- for quaintance, climbed aboard witlout waiting permission as he began | to babble his troubles a trifla inco-, herently. Mr. Davis and his sympathetic wife tried to soothe the excited man. “If it was Mrs. Hawley who told| you,” the consoling Mrs. Davis tried | to calm him, “I wouldn't begin wor- rying vet. Merriam dearly loves teasing that proper, pious old bore. Resides, we'll be at the camp in less than five minutes. [ think It's just around this turn in the road—slow down, hubby Davis had heen driving in decided defiance of speed laws. He had not tried to cha‘ter any crumbs of com. but he had refrained from s ing how much he disliked the loo of the affair. He knew the Impetuous Merriam Lindsay had a reputation for doing all sorts of reckless things. And he had noted for several days, as he passed the settlement, that the gypsies who had been camping there were an_aspecially shabby, vicious- looking lot. With so much crime prevalent it made him shudder to think of the adorable Lindsay twins and their pretty little mother in such sordid surroundings. He slowed down his car obedient- Iy and the three of them strained| their eves as he drove along the| roadside, but they had almost reach- ed the next township line hefore it occurred to them that they must have passed the spot. They retraced their way, still driving slowly, and at length discovered the place quite deserted, with only heaps of rubb to show whera the camp had been. A slatternly wontan in the near- est house, more than a quarter of a mile away. answered their grave questions ungraciously. “I dunno,” she mumbled stupldly. “They was there about noontime when 1 went down the road to git my mail. I did hear some talk da before-vesterday that Hank Early— going to get the police to make them move on—but I dunno. Jaby——" she called into the gloomy depths of her house, “do von know, did them ypsies mosey on toda; Jaby. an uncouthly garbed person, rambled leisurely to the doorwa thumbs thrust through his saggin, suspenders. “If it was your fortunes you want told.” he suggested amiably, *T wouldn't advise you should have no trafficking with them bums. They're nothing but low-down loafers, any- how. Good riddance to ‘em, I say. A good astrologer or palm reader can tell you a nuff sight more for your money. “We don’t want our fortunes told.” John snapped curtly. “We simply want to know if vou can tell us where these gypsies went.” “I hain't no mind reader,” the fel- low answered sullenly. Mrs. Davis came to John's rescue. “Please,” she murmured diplomati- cally, “won’t you try to think which | trifie ‘affable ‘with | buttered dish way they passed when they were going by here? to find them as soon as possible, and surely they've not gotten very far since afternoon.” “Maybe they hain't” Jaby was a the lady. “But again. now, maybe they did. ~They're no slowpokes nowadays. They don't travel with no horses, ma'am. They're up-to-datest beggars, they be. ~ Why, they must have had six— I dunno, but seve—automobiles to ride in and quite a sizable truck for their tents and cooking things. Hee, hee,” he ended with a silly outburst of laughter, “first we know them gypsies will be a- in these here new airplanys' “But which way do you think they went?” Mrs. Davis asked despairing- ly. Davis was mouthing a peremp- tory question and John a brusque one at the same time. Something of their anxiety at last communicated itself to the stupid pair in the doorway. “I should say they wenf Mineola ma?’ the velin' man way, wouldn't you, asked. “Maybe so, but I reckon they turned off on the road over toward the North Shore,” the woman volun- teered. Davis jabbed his foot hard on his starter. (Copyright, 1022.) Continued in Tomorrow’s Star. HOME _ECONOMICS. BY MRS. ELIZABETH KENT. Cod Recipes. Cut fresh cod into slices an inch thick, dip the slices Into flour, egg. tread crumbs, and fry in deep fat. Drain, salt and pepper, garnish with parsley and lemon and serve with mashed potatoes. Small codfish steaks may also be baked. Arrange ttem as for frying, but lay them in a shallow baking dish, bake twenty minutes in a hot oven and serve with caper sauce. A sort of codfish soufle which takes only one egg makes an excellent luncheon dish. A cupful of mashed potatoes with a cupful of cooked, flaked fish, a well-beaten egg and a cupful of milk. seasoned With salt and pepper, should be baked in a in a slow oven until it is firm. It may be served from the dish or turned out. 0dd bits of codfish may be dipped in batter and fried Iy deep fat Served on rounds of toast strained tomato sauce this makes an excellent breakfast dish. Kipling’s comment on his first cod- fish ball. “an infernal bun into which something had crawled and died.” would be enough to kill a liking for thin old New England favorite anything could. But we still enjoy well made codfish balls, and are merely sorry for Kipling that he met the wrong kind. Mix cooked fiaked codfish with an equal quan- tity of mashed potatoes (no lumps allowed), Season with salt and pepper and add enough milk to form firm balls. Dip balls in fine bread crumbs, then egg, then crumbs and try a light golden brown in deep fat. Or beat an egg Into the fish and potatoes, shape into balls and fry without bread crumba This lat- ter way is really the most delicate, but requires experience and skill in frying in deep fat: for the balls are apt to absorb grease or go to pleces unless the temperature of the fat is just right. The balls should brown in forty seconds. i The Housewife’s [ Idea Box ‘t Test for Good Coffee. Here is a simple test to find out if your coffes is of a good quality: Stir a teaspoonful of the ground coffee in half a glass of cold water. It should show very little discoloration and but few grains should sink to the bottom of the glass. THE HOUSEWIFE. (Copyright, 1822.) We very much want | with | it | | | | | | I i | the letters came. D. C, TUESDAY, JUNE 6, 1922 LISTEN, WORLD! BY ELSIE ROBINSON. A while ago 1 wrote about the future home. I said that I thought that community cook shops might profitably take the place of much individual labor, and set the wives and mothers free for happier and more valuable service. Straightway Once again I had “desecrated the ideals of the home." “I don't see how any common- sense people can agree with you,” 1M THE SIGN OF A COMMUNITY . WHO ARE one letter ran. “According to your opinion, there would be no more home life at all. People would con- gredhte like a lot of cattle to eat in vour so-called community cook house. I, for one, take great comfort in my little home, and how I love to plan my meals and have a nice, hot din- ner for my husband when he comes home.” Whereupon this good little wife probably opened a can of soup, a box of crackers, some store jam and sar- dines and a tin of condensed milk, never dreaming while she did so that she was enjoying the results of the “community cooking” which she had s0 condemned in my article. For, whether you like it or not, it's be- coming a community world, my dears. Do you buy your bread of the baker? Once upon a time you would have been considered derelict of all good housewifely standards had you done so. Yet, ‘who would criticize »u now? Nine-tenths of the food ou serve has been through pre- liminary community processes which curtail your labor—yet you do not feel that your service is thereby ren- dered less loving, do you? If you eat canned peas you're sup- porting community ‘cooking. If you wear overalls you're sup- porting community sewing. 1f you send Willie to kindergarten _\'fliu'r! supporting community nurs- eries If you drink the city water, or hire your neighbor's garbage man. or send your curtains in the laundry, vou're casting your vote for community service, and build'ng your home on the community idea. So if the sa- credness of the home is rooted in the home-baked hean we're outa luck. (Coprright, 1922) BHistory of Pour Rame. BY PHILIP FRANCIS NOWLAN. WILSON VARIATIONS — Willlams, Wililamson, Wilkins, Gwllilam. RACIAL ORIGIN—Anglo-Saxon. SOURCE—One nr more given namgs. Wilson and its variations. as family names, have come from a great many different sources, though If you trace them all back Into the dim fisty ages | of northern Europe, ahout the time of Christ or before, they all come to- gether again in a single root, “WilL" This is a word of strictly Teutonic origin., with a meaning similar to that of our “will" today. But the ancient inhabitants of the Baltic and North sea-shores used it in combination with many other words in naming their children. In such combinations it had the meaning of “resolute.” For in- stance, there was Willibald, or “reso- lute prince”; Wilfred meant “resolute peace”: Wlidred, “resolute respect.” and Willbert, “resolute brightness." Wilhelm meant “resolute helmet,” and the name William. of course; is sim- ply the modern form of that name. When the Anglo-Saxons invaded Britain, after the withdrawal of the Romans, and pushed the Celtic inhab- itants before them into Wales, they brought the many variations of this name with them. Anglo-Saxon England was full of Wils, for they almost Invariably shortened their names; so Wilson may have developed from any of the Wils, and probably did develop from all of them. There is no doubt about Wil- liams. Tt's a shortened form of Wil- llamson. Wilkins means “Little Wil's son.” Gwilllam is a Welsh form of the name. o’ Potato Dumplings. Place some grated potatoes in a cheesecloth bag. $queeze out the liquld and let it settle. Drain off carefully and add the starch which has settled in the liquid. Add salt and mix well, form into balls the size of walnuts, place them into boiling water and cook for fifteen minutes or a little longer. Remove on plates and pour bacon greese or brown but- ter over them. Why “roll your own”? 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The im- portance of using the right sugar is great. Always ask for Franklin Granulated Sugar. SAVE THE FRUIT CROP The Ftankfln Sugar Refining Company “A Franklin Cane Sugar for every use’ Granulated, Dainty Lumps, Powdered, Confectioners, Brown; Golden Syrup