Evening Star Newspaper, August 14, 1922, Page 19

WOMAN’S PAGE. Just say oA Blue-jay to your druggist The simplest way to end a corn is Blue-jay, A touch stops the pain instantly. Then the corn loosens and comes out. Made in a colorless clear liquid (one drop does itl) and in extra thin plas- v ters. The action is the same. The Modern Inferno. FTER having remained all his life an Ideal husband and father and an exemplary and temperate citizen, Thorne Blaisdell, in his delightful middle age, had let himself be led astray by that insiduous home-wrecker, "‘yl i Lady Golf. He was an ardent de- Pain StOPS ln3tantly votee. And his devotion to the sport} BaBin © was going through its most virulent | stage. He literally lived to golf. He!l ate. breathed and dreamed golf. But! candor compels the admission that | for all his enthusiasm he was still | rather a duffer at it. “Cheer up,” Merriam Lindsay told him with twinkling eyes, ‘“nobody plays a very good game the first r, and after that vou'll find your me getting steadily worse—so en- t all you can right ne: Merriam herself was secretly de- ighted that the Blalsdells had in- sisted upon her John's joining the golf club. John himself was a far from emthusiastic golfer. but he was already an earnest and methodical jone Keep Your Property —looking new—a coat of good Paint| will do it Free Estimates— Our cxpert will call. R. K. Fergusen,; Tainting Dept Phones 1114 9th ou can think it usiness way. hough why going to help me In a e grumbled, “T don't Blaisdell won't let business when we' are out. tions nothing except golf. I think he's becoming a maniac.” Dining with the Blaisdells one evening—at a dinner that was over an hour late because the host had insisted on am additional nine holes—everybody at the table had becn forced to listen (o a post-mor- tem of the afternoon’s casualties and the entire table was disarranged. be- ause the host made salt shakers serve as holes and napkins as bunk- nd almost ruined the soup ladle He men- Honestl mon " DURUM WHEAT - SEMO!INA * The Wife Who Wouldn’t Settle Down! A Sequel to “Brides Will Be Brides” ily Lucille Van Slyke. { sloped down heaven, and he did discover there was no golf course, so he went up to St. Peter to ask where he could find one. “St. Peter explained that '. near- est one was in the—ahe —other place. Whereupon the new arrival apologized profusely for not want- ing to partake any further of heav- en's joys and asked permission to descend. “He arrived at the infernal regions safely and asked immediately to' be directed to the links. “And presently he came upon wide sloping lawns surrounding a beauti- ful country club. To the left was a well equipped golf house wi h a most deferential caddy master .a charge and lined up in a military looking row were plenty of clean well dressed, polite and most intelligent looking caddies. “The ground to the right was cov- ered with bags in a neat row, and, when our friend stepped up, he dl covered to his joy that the bag in position for first play was a bag with his initials stamped upon it, and that it contained all the true and tried clubs with which he had been wont to play upon this earthly globe. They were gleaming and polished. “A caddy stepped forward and drew t his driver and handed it to him. “From a well nigh perfect tee that to a long, fair green. with an_altogether delightful water hazard that he was perfectly sure he could earry. our golfer squinted-to the most perfect putting green it had ever been his pleasure to behold. “‘How many yards, caddy? asked. ““Two hundred and answered the boy. ‘What's par? “‘Five,’ answered respectful 1ad. “The golfer gave a long sigh. He picked up his driver. He made a perfectly calm lot of preliminary swaggles, just to assure himself that he twenty-four, si the FEED THE BRUTE Favorite Recipes by Famous Men. A Feature for the Whole Family. Contributers include President Harding, Secretary Hughes, George | Ade, Booth Tarkington, Charles Chaplin, Robert H. Davis, Houdinl, Otis Skinner, John A. Moroso, Mere: dith Nicholson, Joshua O. Hatfield, 8. S. McClure, Jullan Street, Judge Ben B. Lindsey, F. X. Leyendecker, De Wolf Hopper. Douglas Fairbanks, Dan Beard, Rube Goldberg, Terry Ramsaye, Tad, Briggs, Roy McCar- dell, Hudson Maxim, Rex Beach. Wal- ter 'P. Eaton, Frank Ward O'Malley, Bud Fisher,” Will Hays, Ring_ W. Lardner, Channing Pollock, John Phillip Sousa, Thomas H. Ince, Capt. Robert A. Bartlett, U. S, A.; Luther Burbank, Montague Glass, Irvin Cobb, K. C. B; Stewart Edward White, Capt. Ed Salisbury; Eddie Cantor, Bruce Barton, William Allen White, Walter Louderback, Gelett Burgess, Richard Bennett, Filis Par- ker Butler, Bide Dudley, Ray Long, James Montgomery Flagi Dr. Charles M. Sheldon. William Johns: ton, Jerome D. Kern, Charles Han- son Towne. William De Leftwich | Dodge, Dr. J. H. Kellogg and John {A. Dix. PARIS.—It is smart to have a frock of unusual color trimmed with lace that has been skilfully dyed to match. It is smarter stlll to wear a frock with lace draperies or panels posed over a strongly contrasting back- ground. Lace frocks have been pre-eminent- ly race frocks in Paris this sum. mer. Not for many years—perhaj never before—have French dres: makers used lace so frequently for frocks to be worn at the races. All of which would not be especially pertinent to the Americah woman were it not that these race frocks set the stamp of approval on a type of frock that is always agreeable to the taste and style of the American woman. Jenny sent a mannequin to Les Hales wearing a frock of white lace trimmed with gold—a girdle of gold and gold passementerie ornaments edging the neck and forming a band at hips well below the gold girdle which was placed @t the so-called normal waistline. It attracted at- tention, but it offers less practical suggestion than another frock seen at the mame assembling of smart French women. This consisted of beige silk lace draped over black foundation. An enormous black v vet flower at the left side, black loves, black suede shoes worn with helge stockings, and a hat of beige straw faced with black velvet—and the picture is complete. One American woman in Paris found much comfort apparently from this troc T am going to make note of that,” she said. “I can have a slip made from one of the many black evening gowns that are hanging in my closet left over from last -vear. 1 shall buy one of those lace robes that the department stores always offer at such tempting prices. 1If I cannot get it in beige I'll take white and-have it-dyed. Then presto! Put my lace on my made-over black slip and I'll have a frock that, if T weren't too honest, I might pass off as Paris made.” No one tries very hard to keep the run of the various sorts of laces that stock the shelves of the lace dealers. No two lace dealers have exactly the same system of naming them. There and genuine egg- 2 illustrating a wonderful putt. K John tried to maintain a polite in- terest as he corroborated his em- ployer's excuses, and the other gues! pretended to be duly impressed by e fternoon's score, but Merriam Lindsay. leaning across the table roguish twinkle in her brown Richest in gluten and they have that homemade taste..”, ! his arm had not lost its cunning. “He felt positive he could make that hole in three, possibly two! s He looked behind him and saw an animated gallery of all the golf rivals who had defeated him on earth, and he grinned. He was going to mzke . dared to call to her host: Uncle Thorne, have you heard about the golfer who died and went them suffer. “He knelt and made a perfect tee. He reached lazily toward the caddy. to heaven and found to his horror ere wasn't any golf course * *Ball, please!’ [t was the caddy's turn shook his head. to grin How could it be heaven for him if there wasn't?” retortel her host How could it be heaven for his if there was?' laughed her tess . anyhow.” Merriam persisted. Please, sir’ he remarked. in a piping treble, ‘we haven't any and we never will have and that's the of it (Copyright, olfer did die and he did go to Z ‘Whnt Is a Flapper? Colleen Moore Gives Definitions. One day. not so very long ago. Col- leen Moore and I had luncheon to- gether. 1 don’t suppose I ever met anybody so enthusiastic as Colleen: even about the subway, upon which. or rather. within which, she had been spending most of her New York visit frequently getting lost. but gallantly persisting. none the les T Flappers came up—in conversation I mean—and I found Colleen as en- thusiastic for the maligned misses as Youdonot havetoacquire |most doleful individuals are agant atastzfor](nftchm; its " gaid Colleen, with her Tjeld pecfectifimvor and whele; fosona, side. A HiS some ess will win you & bird, “why. I'm a flapper the first time. e Sber age. b any. rate bub somehow, until she mentioned it. I really hadn’t catalogued her as pre- cisely that. Flappers don't generally do as much as Colleen. and they are about the subway. r.” Colleen went on. with visdom./ “is just a little girf trying to grow up—in the process of §row- ing up. “Sne wears flapper clothes out o & sense of mischief. because she thinks them rather ‘smart’ and naughty. And what everyday. healthy. normal lit- tle girl doesn’t sort of like to be smart and raughty? Little Lady Flapper is really old- fashioned. but in her efforts not to let any one discover that her tru ideal is love-in-a-cottage. she ‘flapi in the most desperately modern man- ner. “Left to her own devices. she would probably dance and flirt just as girls have always done—but, honest, I don't think she'd wear her skirts so short! “She likes her freedom, and she likes to be a bit daring. and snap 3 varieties: American, Pimento, Swiss, sold by the slice, pound or loaf. 8 VARIETIES IN TINS | Diary of a Professional Movie Fap BY GLADYS HALL. (Continued in tomorrow's Star.) No. 1. BY PRESIDENT WARREN G. HARDING. [Waffies With Cream and Chipped Beef. Two eggs. Two tablespoons sugar. Two tablespoons butter. One teaspoon salt One pint_milk. Enough flour to make a thin bat- ter. Two powder. Reat the volks of eggs, add sugar and salt, melted butter, add milk and flour. Last. just before ready to bake, add beaten whites of eggs and the baking powder. large teaspoons of baking (There is a great deal of argument about the proper dressing for waf- fles. Various gravies are used one school of waffle eaters. while ups, honey and flavored sugar pow- ders are preferred by another. Presi- dent Harding is a_stanch supporter of the gravy school and fakes his in the form of creamed chipped beef. (Copright, 1 as grandmamma was when she was young. “The chief difference is that she has more ambition. and there are more things for her to wish for, and a greater chance of getting them. he demands more of men be- cause she knows more about their work. “She uses lipstick and powder and rouge because, like every small girl, she apes her elders. She knows more of life than her mother did at the same age, because she sees more of it. “She knows what she wants and what se is doing all of the time, and she meets life with a smile an eager, ardent hope. She's a trim little craft and brave! “The flapper has charm, good looks, good clothes, intellect and a healthy her cunning. little manicured fingers in the face of the world, but funda- mentally she is the same sort of girl point of view. I'm proud to ‘flap, 1 (Copyright, 1022.) - LOSE YOUR - DAINTINESS? How necessary it is to main- tain absolute bodily sweetness! For all daintiness vanishes at the slightest taint of perspira- tion or of the odors which, at certain times, annoy even the most particular women. Think of the convenience of a deli cate, deodorizing liquid which is as easy to use as the finest toilet water—which you can apply any time. anywhere— and which frees you from the slightest possibility of offend- Ing. You can be sure it can- not hurt vour skin nor will it stain the most delicate cloth- ing. Yet the free use of it as- | | | | Ignorance Is Fatal. In the vacation season every sum- mer, vear after year, be it said to the I shame of our boasted popular “educa~ tion.” precious lives are sacrificed be- cause the bystanders in an emer- gency are ignorant and powerless to apply the simplest first aid at the moment when life hinges on intelli- gent action. Many a child is rescued from the water after only a brief submersion and then cruelly permit- sures ou of absolute bo sweetness at all times. Your ||{ted to dis because the rescuer or daintiness demands that vou ||ipystander cannot render effective first try Sans—which is the name of this delightful toilet necessity. Get Sans for 25¢ and 50c at aid. This is indeed a terrible thing to_contemplate. ¥ toilet d: Every man and woman who enters TN ue 25e-and the eonpen ||| the water to swim or play should be Delow for the nnararericpupon ||l required by law, under police and “e. ||| health department survelllance, to chow that he or she ||5 L"OITIDQ‘IQHI!:ID TN ? apply artificlal respiration for the ABTNS SHUDUGTS ol Tecuscitation of ‘the drowned or Dept. D, 89 Beach St., Boston | acphyxiated. And every visitor to a bathing or swimming place, every onlooker, could add to the world’s appiness if his or her formal evi- dence of fitness to serve in such emergency could be shown. It is re- grettable that Boy Scouts and Girl Scou®s, and a few policemen and fire- men alone should be capable of act- ing intelligently in the resuseitation of the victim of drowning. Anybody who pretends to iove children should learn how to apply artificial respira- { tion in the most effective known way, For the enclosed 25¢ please send me a liberal trial bottle of Sans. Death to and that is the.way any Boy Scout or Girl Scout can teich. The prone M > pressure of Schafer method is the osquitoes Uremios and besc of all known { méthods, better than any apparatus, No more bites. ' Spray with |and is thus described by Schafer him- self: 1t consists In laying the Subject in the prone posure (which means on his belly) preferadly gu the ground, with & thick folded garment underenath the chest eplgastrium {which Toekns the. middle of the bedy): The tor uts himself athwart or at the aide of the ject, facing his head, and places his hands on either side over the lower part of the back (lowest ribs). He then slowly throws the body forward to besr upoa Als Dethol. Quick death to all Bugs and Insects. Household Size, 50c All Dealers Self It Dethol b more erect tion, but wi ‘hand: These movements are yepeated reg- sure by bringi: s, PERSONAL HEALTH SERVICE By William Brady, M. D. Noted Physician and Author. the'a notion which is associated with the ularly at the rate of fifteen times a minute and without interruption for at least half an hour before giving up. No description of the method can compare with an auctual demonstra- tion on g volunteer subject, and only by actual performance of the method upon a volunteer can one become qualified to apply it. ‘The folded garment underneath the body is not essential. The subject’s head is turned to either side, s0 that the face shall not be upon the ground. . Any water in the chest will drain from the mouth with the subject in this posture. Only an imbecile will think of “rolling a drowning person on a barrel.” The special importance of this meth- od is that it is always instantly avalil. able and will save life, while waiting even a few minytes for the arrival of any apparatus may prove fatal The individua! not competent to ap- ply artificial respiration in an emer- gency shoulders a responsibility which may cost the life of one dear to him. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. Nail Biting. I have a daughter twelve years of age who is forever biting her finger na; Please send me the varnish which you recommended some time ago to prevent this.—(Mrs. R. H.) Answer—No “varnish” or other ap- plication to the nails is worth the trouble. I should advise that you have your daughter’s nalls carefully manicured twice a week for perhaps dosen times, and in the course of this treatment she will probably find it possible to conquer the temptation to bite the nails. Not Very Porous. Anent your dicta re “pore: Isn't it true that constriction by drafts or otherwise of the “pores” or sweat glands causes accumulation of a lot of matter in the body which then discharged through the mucous sur- face of nose, throat and lungs?—(C. H W.) S 3 Answer—No, it {sn’t true. That is fanciful conception of pores. (Oopyrigh Your Home and You HELEN KENDALL 1 | \ | | BY An Hour a Day With Needle. The wise woman sat sewing tran- quilly in a shady corner of her veranda when T dropped in upon her one day last week. She was making a sheer little black-and-white summer frock that lay lightly upon her lap, looking cool and attractive even in its unfinished shape. ‘There!” she said brightly. *“Today I've basted in the sleeves. Yesterday I fitted the body of the dress and stitched it. Tomorrow I'll stitch in the sleeves and perhaps baste on the skirt band.” “Heavens, is that the way you sew?" Uinquired. *“Why, when I make a dress 1 cut it out. baste it together, fit it, stitch and finish it up without pausing for breath. I'm all tired out when 1 get through, and all my housework has been neglected. but—weli, I thought when you started to make a dress you i chantilly lace. most often in black, that s still in demand, for frocks as well as for wraps, capes and scarfs. There is a heavy silk fum lace with large and elaborate motifs that combines to advantage with crepe, and Is used on wraps and frock This is a word often heard in dres: making establishments. Valenciennes lace. which never goes out of fashion. is seemingly in special requisition. both in the form of edging and insertion. and in all- over. The edging and insertion are used with quaint effect as trimming for organdies and other frocks of the second epire school. Some- [ITTLE STORIES fi‘BEDTlrI’I{[:'. Reddy Counts the Ducks. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. Who patience puts to wrongful use Can offer not the least excuse. —0ld Granns Fox Patience is a very good thing when is rightly used. Of course. it is a bad thing when it Some of the iittle people of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows have a great deal of pa- tience. Some of them have no pa- tience at all. Chatterer the Red Squirrel is one of those with little patience. He cannot keep still long enough to be patient. But this isn't the case with Reddy Fox. No one can be more patient than Reddy when he thinks there is anything to be gained by it. Hiding under Farmer Brown's barn, Reddy felt quite safe. He felt gure no one had seen him go under there. He was certain that no one else was like- 1y to come poking about under there. He felt sure that he could st as long as he pleased. So he settled himself comfortably and prepared to be patient. He would wait until the way was clear for him to steal out == had to_keep right at it until it was done. Besides, 1 generally need it for some social occasion.” “Well.”” smiled the wise woman, “I try to spend an hour a day with my needle, just as I keep some knitting on hand to pick up as resting work. You see. if you go quietly about the making of a dress in an unhurried way, doing just one thing on it each day, it does not weary you or make you ner- vous. It gives you plenty of time for all the other demands of each day, and first thing you know you have a finished garment! “Of course, you have to begin on it early enough so that you do not have to get it made by a certaln minute. That always means mnervous tension, hurry, bungling fingers and a half-finished dress. It is almost never satisfactory. By looking ahead and deciding about what you are going to need during the coming season, then getting the mate- rial deliberately and thoughtfully, and making it up by working on it peace- fully for an hour a day., the dress is generally ready and waiting .on its er by the time you want to wear it. “Another.- thing. If you meke a frock hastily, you must work on it no matter how hot the weather is or how many interruptions you have. Now by my hour-a-day method I do the machine work in the cool of the mornifg, and | then take the bits of handwork out here on the veranda on the hot days, If I am interrupted I merely postpone the until another hour of the day or until the next day. I can easily make a dress in two weeks—a simple dress, that is—by spending a quiet hour each day on it. You often have tg wait much longer than two weeks for a dress- maker to deliver a dress, don’t you?" Co. Sales - week EACH TIME HE COUNTED HIS MOUTH WATERED A LITTLE MORE. where he could count those Ducks back of Farmer Brown's house. Now, being under the barn, of course, Reddy could see nothing of what was going on outside. But it isn't always necessary to see in or- der to learn what is going on. Red- dy's ears, those sharp, black little ears, often tell him quite as much as his eyes. He heard Farmer Brown enter the barn, and a few minutes later he heard Farmer Brown's Boy enter the-barn. He knew it was Farmer Brown's Boy because he was whistling. Then he heard the stamping of hoofs and the clatter of harneks. Presently he heard those thumping hoofs leave the barn and the foot- steps of Farmer Brown and Farmer Brown's Boy as they followed. Then he heard the sound of wheels and he knew that Farmer Brown and Farmer Brown's Boy had driven off down to the hay flelds. Still he didn’t move. He could hear the faint sounds of Mrs. Brown at work in her kitchen. He could hear Sammy Jay crying “Thief! thief! thief! over in_the Old Orchard. He could hear Wel- come Robin crying “Cheer up! cheer up! cheer up!” He could hear the hens in the hewyard oackling and making a great fuss about nothing. And every once in a while he heard that best-of-all sound, the *'Quack! quack! quack!” of the Ducks just back of Farmer Brown’s house. For a long, long time Reddy didn’t move. He knew that Jjolly, round, bright Mr. Sun was climbing higher and higher in the blue, blue sky. Gradually the various sounds ceased until at last it was very quiet. Then Reddy got to his feet and crept out from under the barn. Very cautious- 1y he peeked around the corner. The way was clear. Swiftly, but sllentl?'. orouching very low, Reddy stole around behind some bushes until he ‘was where he could peep through the grass and see those Ducks. ‘One, two, three, four, five, &l seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven! counted Reddy. They were young Ducks, but my! how big they were! ‘They were squatting down, for it wa: too hot to be moving about, and they were dosing. ° Reddy counted them all over again. Then he did it a third time. Each time he counted his mouth watered a little more. They were in a little yard, but the wire fence around them was very low. He could jump over it without the least difficulty. He knew that he could jump over it .with one of those Ducks in his mouth. Never in all his life had he wanted anything more, than he wanted one of those Light Laée on Dark& Foundation BY ANNE RITTENHOUSE. is wrongly | BEIGE _SILK LACE IS POSED OVER A BLACK LINING AND TRIM- MED WITH LARGE BLACK VELVET FLOWER. times an entire bodice front or panel is made with row upon row of nar- row valenciennes lace slightly fulled, placed at a little less than the width of the lace edging. Spanish lace is a term rather vague- 1y used by many persons. This is still in demand, but without the advantage of mnovelty. Wool laces. cspecially when colored. are striking and smart. Point de Paris is one of the laces that are sometimes seen with interlacings of metal thread. (Copyright. 1922.) LISTEN, WORLD! | BY ELSIE ROBINSON. Some people read with blinders on. For instance: Smith writes a breezy., unconven- tional article on the modern woman. Wilkins reads it. Now Wilkins has pre- | conceived, reinforced-concrete ideas {concerning the modern woman. He DC YOU READ WITH TLINDERS f considers her a menace, a nuisance, a |doggoned catastrophe in general. He doesn't like the way she wears hgr hair, her skirt, her mind or com- plexion. He resents her intrusion in polities and distrusts her conduct in the home. In short. Wilkins and the modern woman idea don't amalgamate worth a cent. Accordingly, when Wilkins picks up Smith's article and reads the title, his complex begins to coagulate. He reads the hrst para- graph, senses the breeziness of the style. notes that Smith uses none of the scathing phrases which he, Wil- kins, deems appropriate for the occasion and at once he sees red. “Ah-ha!” hisses Wilkins. “Another one of those radicals! Another bol- shevik! Another I. W. W.! No wonder our homes are going to the devil when they allow the public press to print fiith like this!” And forthwith he sits down and writes a letter to the editor that would eat the plating off. the crown jewels. As a matter of fact, Smith isn’t a radical, bolshevik or an I. W. W. His ideals and aims would do credit to & maiden lady missionary. The jtheories he advanced would work harm to the domestic regime of Squashburg, much less the United States of America. He merely write: in a style unfamiliar to Wilkin: mental gnashings. He Is tolerant and breezy because tolerance and breezi- ness are the journalistic order of the day. “And also- because, mingling cheek by jowl with the modern woman in his own workrgom, he sees no particular reason for gnashing when she'’s mentioned. That's all. Properly assimilated, Smith’s article ‘wouldn't have hurt Wilkins a particle and might have helped him a good deal. But Wilkins reads with his blinders on—blinders of prejudice, ignorance, stupidity and anger. He doesn’t read to be enlightened. He reads in order to find confirmation for hissown viewpoint or to get mad if he doesn't find confirmation. And he generally gets mad. How do you read? (Copyright, 1 ' Menu for a Day. BREAKFAST. Peiaches and Cream Soft-boiled Eggs Bacon Graham Gems Coftee LUNCHEON. Stuffed Tomatoes Cold Sliced Ham Gingerbread Hot Cocoa | DINNER. Cream of Pea Sou; Fried Chicken With shed Potatoes Mixed Vegetable Salad With French Dressing Cheese Blackberry Roll With . Vanilla Sauce Coffee Special Beef Soup. Put in a kettle two pounds of shin of beef (cut small and all the fat possible cut away), one onion, one carrot, a stalk of celery, one-half & bay leaf, six pepper corns and two cloves tied in a plece of cheesecloth. Put all in a kettle, add three pints of cold water, bring slowly to the boiling point, skim and add two tablespoons of barley. Simmer gently until the meat is thoroughly tender, adding a little hot water from timé to time. Remove the bone, bag of spices and vegetables; season with salt and pepper. add one-half a tea spoonful ‘of caramel to color and thicken a little with one tablespoon- ful of cormstarch diluted in & little EWS comes from South Amer- lca that women are free to N enter any college or univer- sity, to choose any profe: slon @nd, after qualifying, to prac- tice it in practically all of the South American republics. This is also true of women in Mexico, the West Indian republics and the Philippines. Among the principal professions which women are entering in these southern countries are law, medicine and the consular service. In Chile a woman has been appointed a civil engineer in government service. In this connection we recall some of the interesting stories told by Miss Bertha Lutz of Brazil, who was in Washington during the spring and early summer. Miss Lutz was full of enthusiasm concerning the success | of women in her native country,| especially in the professions of medi- cine and law and in obtaining gov- ernmental positions by competitive examination. She told how Brazil is really a splendid looking glass in which one can trace the social ad- vance of women through history, for in that great countsy of the Amazon one can find women in every stage of life from the most primitive cave woman type to the professional | woman who is the product of the highest grade of educational institu- tions that the world of today pos- sesses. “The exposition next year will be an especiaily wonderful thing for the women of my country,” said Miss Lutz, “for it will bring many women of other countries to our shores and glve the Brazilian women great en- couragement o strive for their emancipation and progréss in the professions and industries. 1 Her Earrings. I heard a tinkle from afa: Suggesting when the cows come home— Mosquitoes sang sbove the loam; And then 1 saw, across tbe car, Her earrings. The gleam of crystal caught my eye, Buggesting rainbow prisms cut To nirt with lighted candles. But 1 tind I'm merely passiug by Her earrings. I catch & gicam of amber light, ’ Like glowworms shed on charcoal air When ore id mists from night's dark hair Drift past. They come again before my sight, Her carritgs. JUVENILE PHILOSOPHY. i Burnt Orange, White Ruffles and ! Ice Cream Cones. | THE street suggested the echoing { 1 quiet that only a gray Sunday afternoon can give. The only color on the long city block was supplied | by two little girls about six years, old. One had on a gay little smocked | dress of burnt orange and the other was dressed in the proverbial ruffied | white, which had gotten so mussed when worn o Sunday school in the morning that her mother had allow- ed her to keep it on for the rest of the day. Both little girls were in- dustriously eating ice cream cones— | eating théem at both ends at once to | try and keep the melted cream from idripping on their dresses out of the! pointed end of the cone, which, in each case, scemed to have sprung a| bad leak A verv large, flat-footed lady in dark blue flapped her way out of the entrance to the red brick apart- ment house in front of which the little girls were standing. just look at our ice cream d she very coyly. duetted the little girl in burnt orange addin These are our second ones. Her | father (indicating the young lady in | white ruffles, who, with tip-tilted head, was allowing the last few drops of cream to drip from her cone onto ! I her own little pink tongue) gave us FEATURES. CONDUCTED BY HELEN H. FETTER. { Burnt Orange, positively eir Interests the money to get vanilla ones first. and then my father treated us to these chocolate ones.” “Oh, how nice,” responded the lady in dark blue, rather feebly. and she waddled on down to the corner to catch the approaching car. “Do you like her?’ asked White Ruffles. “No. Do you?” Duet of shaking curls and bobbed bangs. The rhyth- mio swing of this action suggested that it might continue for several minutes, but a noise across the street in the garden to a vacant house au- tomatially brought both heads to an instantaneous pause, facing in that direction. “Look!” exclaimed White Ruffles “There's a lady in that yard.” “And a nice-looking dog.” respond- ed_Burnt Orange. “How'd you s'pose they got in? The gate's locked, becauss Reddy couldn’t get i there yesterday to get his ball?” “Guess they went in the front door when we were eating dinner.” “They must be the new people who are going to live there,” said White Ruffles, with a tone of surprised con- viction. “Ch-huh T think thev ought fo take the ‘For Rent’ sign off now, don't you “Of course they ought to. Lots of people don't do what they ought to do. That's why theyve got it in the prayer-book to ask God to for- give them for doing things they ought not to have done and not doinz things they should have donc' ‘I think it's a waste of time 1o put that in the prayer-book.” stated it -me- knew they should not have donm those things what did they do them for in the first place? White Ruffles shook her yellow curls and shrugged her shoulders in cy: ical indifference. “I wonder if there lare any little girls in the new fam- ily,” she said. 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