Evening Star Newspaper, June 4, 1923, Page 23

Mourn Bernhardt in Black Frock BY ANNE RI Unexpectedly there has been some- thing of a revival of black by smart women in France. The effect of this wevival has been feit to some extent tn this country. It was surprising because the stage was set for bright colors—and for the first time in sev- eral seasons navy blue had been her- elded as a smart color. dressed women appear day after d in all black—at lunch and tea hour— and the only way that the casual ob- server knows they are not in mourn- | ing is because’'they appear in colors in the evening and sometimes show accessories of gay colors with their black frocks and wraps. This revived interest in black has been laid at the door of Sarah Bern- hardt. It has come in a rather roundabout manner. Immediately after her death a number of promi- nent French actresses showed their respect and affection for the great actress by going into temporary mourning. For a few weeks they appeared in Dblack, and well dressed women admired nd followed them —but net especially through any wish to mourn the divine Sarah. That much effect at least the pass- ing of the great actress has had upon women's cla One of the French fashion pe recently pub- lished a detailes article on the cloth worn hardt in her famous roles—with sketches of many of them. These a trifle wishing emotional sketches are interesting, but painful; and one ends by that the greatest of modern a P8 had lived the greatest life with the advant present mode: Some one has suggested that the bus launched may take now that we have But for the present the only di nible influence of Mme. Bern- | i death and consequent fo- interest in her life and per- sonality seems to be this revived interest in black—thou not on woman in_a hund vantage of this that she knows t most had becoming Ty it any such igin The frock in the sketch is of black serge trimmed with plaited organd in light gray—a frock that combines many of the ive details at Many well TTENHOUSE. iD WITH GRAY ORGAN- Lis‘ren WRITTEN AND ,World! 1LLySTRATED By Clsia Tohunson Take it from me, these people who | have preceded me in the literary job: are a pretty low lot. Not that I| wish to point out my own smartness, | of course. T leave that to vou. If you're a real bright person you'll per- ceive it without mv vointing. But I tion It! T11 admit they did neat, pretty work in handling such ordi- nary affairs as murder, robberies, kidnapings. national wars and Indian scalping parties. And some of the modern writers have certainly done some high and fancy juggling with divorce and the sex problem. But that's child’s play. Any one can hust into print on the wings of sex. But show me the writer who has been | subtle enough and daring enough to | attempt | the i I MONRAY FHORNING can’t help noticing a certain fact, as I run over any representative collec- tion of classics The most tragic episode known to | the human heart has been entirely omitted! | Even Milton, Shakespeare, Laura Jean Libbey and the chap who wrote “Dead Eve Dick” have failed to men- | g | BEDTIME STORIES Selfishness That Didn’t Pay. When comes the final reckoning day Tou'll find that seifishness won't pay. —Littlest Bear. One day as Mother Bear led the | triplets through the Green Forest she atopped abruptly and began to sniff. The three little cubs did just as she did. But though they sniffed anfl‘ sniffed, they didn’t smell anything particularly interesting. However, it | was -clear that Mother Bear did. “You stay right here.” Mother Bear | commanded. “You stay right here| until T come back.” | “Yes'm, said Brother. “Yes'm sald Sister. But Littlest Bear didn't say thing at all Once more Mother them to remain right where they | were. Then she shuffied off, and in a fow moments they heard her rip- | ping and tearing at something with | B! In a few minutes to growl and snarl. but| they could still hear her tearing something open with her great claws. | Then, though she stiil continued to| growl and snarl, she began to make ! eounds which told the little Bears that she had found something very good to eat, something very good indeed The little bears stood up and vainly tried to see what Mother Bear was dning. They were very, very curious. Then a Merr: Little Breeze came along and tickled their three little noses with an odor wholly new_to them, but which filled them witf a great longing to taste the thing from which that odor came. Their mouths; began to water. They eniffed and #niffed_and spiffed and sniffed. The more they sniffed the more it seemed to them that they just couldn’t wait there any longer. “Mother Bear has found something good and isn’t going to give us any. T'm going straight over there and get some.” declared Littlest Bear. “You better not” replied Brother. “You remember what Mother Bear said.” “Mother Bear will call us when she is ready for us,” said Sister wisely. Littlest Bear sald nothing. She be- gan to walk around uneasily. All the time she was thinking and her thoughts were selfish thoughts. Yes, sir, her thoufhts were thoughts. “I never smelled anything mo good in all, my life,” thought she. | “Mother Bear probably is gobbling up most of it, and when she calls us thero won't be much left. I am going to get there first. That is what 1 am 8oing to do, I am going to get there first. Il go a little mearer, so that when she does call us I'll be the first one to get there.” So Littlest Bear went a little nearer to where she could hear Mother Bear at_work. That delicious odor was stronger, and, being stronger, it seemed still more delfcious. Littlews Bear went nearer. Her mouth wae tered more and more. She looked bes hind her to see if Brother and Sistee were following. They were not; they were right_where Mother Bear had left them. Littlest Bear chuckled. It ‘was a seifish chuckle. I'll get there first,” said she to herself, and moved on_a little further. Without meaning to she stepped it of some bushes In plain view of any- | | Bear warned | | interested | time to plumb the uttermost depths of human despair and paint soul_of man in his extremest agony. There's only one such writer in all history. I'm it. And that blasting. soui-racking, abysmal hor- ror of which T write is—\ MONDAY MORNING. Of all dire dates in the devil's diary, that is the direst! Not a ray of hope flickers on the black horizon as you drag your weary form from dreams of vesterday's glorious holiday. The buzz of the alarm clock is the death rattle of joy for six more days. Last week you had almost warmed un to that job of yours. By day night you were actually beginning to be in it You had even of taking that correspond- ence-school course. Then came Sun- day. and vour feeble interest in the Industrial world vanished as a bubble. Once again your soul was swept clean of the slightest taint of labor-craving. Like a babe, you cared not what the brought forth—like a lily, you clothed vourself in fine ralment and tolled not. * % & Gee! The kids and the vegetables always did have all the luck. And now it's Monday morning and th ing for my copy! Hang it—what's the use of living, anyway? (Copyright, 1923.) thought By Thornton W. Burgess. Mother Bear had Mother Bear been looking that way. But Mother Bear wasn't looking. She was ripping open a hollow tree trunk which had fallen, stopping now and then to slap frantically at something and all the snarling and growling. ~There was a strange humming sound. Suddenly ~ that humming __grew louder. The air all about Littlest Bear seemed full of swiftly moving insects. And then it seemed as if a dozen red-hot little needles were jabbed into the face of Littlest Bear. With a yell of pain she started to run and she made the mistake of run- ning straight toward Mother Bear. With every jump she felt more of those sharp little pains. (Copyright, 1023, by T. W. Burgess.) —_—— Scones. Mix to a thick batter one quart of flour, half a teaspoonful of salt, one teaspoonful of sugar, one tablespoon- ful of lard, one beaten egg, two tea- spoonfuls of cream of tartar, one teaspoonful of soda, and one point of sweet milk. Drop the batter in squares on a very hot greased griddle and bake brown on both sides. Serve with butter or honey, or both. “Just Hats” By Vyvyan A Dignified Hat. 4 Cloche hats are all very well, and very chic—but with all their charm they do lack the dignity of a large tailored hat. Therefore the cavalier hats, large and medium-size, are find- ing favor with the fashionable ones. The above model, cocked in front, i= of black satin and is trimmed in black ostrich. Milady. wears dress gauntiets and a ruft as accessories city editor is squeal- | | stamps only. {dressed to The Washington Star Pat- Rty (A Sundey morning ma was going erround yawning to herself, saying to pop, My =oodniss but Im sleepy, I Qident get mutch sleep last nite be- cause you snored so mutch. Not me, I never snore, pop ved. It there's one thing 1 don't do, iPs snore, he sed. Well, T dident notice enybody elts in the room, ma sed. It must of bin vour gilty conscients, pop sed. And in the aftirnoon wen ma went out he layed down on the setting room sofa to take a nap, and in & cupple of minnits he was snoring to himself and in a cupple of more minnits he was snoring to me, me thinking, G, he awt to heer himself now if he thinks he dont snore, maybe I awt to tell him jest =o he'll know. And I sed, Hay pop, pop. Pop jest opeing one eye half ways and shut- ting it all the ways without stopping snoring, and I got rite up close, say- ing in his eer, Hay pop. pop, Dob. Wats a matter, wa rong wats happened, pop sed, quick setting up and looking erround, and 1 sed, You was snoring, pop, you was gnoring like enything. Wat? Wat of it? Wat about it? I hope you dident wake me up to tell me that, did you? pop sed, and 1 sed. Yes sir, you told ma you dident and I thawt you mite like to know jest for Your own curiosity. How would you like a few good stiff cracks with my slipper jest for your own_ curiosity? pop sed. And he quick gave them to me be- fore I had'a chance to say weather 1d like them or not, Wich I dident. 1769 Tyu\sbab Sport frocks are always in demand, so this one was designed to be made of jersey, ratine, eponge or sport silk. Patterns come in sizes 16 years, 36, 38, 40, 42 and 44 inches bust measure. For the 36-inch size, 3% vards of 36-inch material is needed. The transfer or applique pattern costs 15c extra. Price of pattern 15 cents, in postage Orders should be ad- tern Bureau, 22 East 18th street, New York city. Please write name and addrens clearly. MOTHERS AND THEIR CHILDREN A Patty for Patricia. My little daughter, who needs such food as rice and hominy but does not fancy them, is beguiled by a dish we call Brown Patty. To a small dish {of rice or hominy I add two eggs, beaten, a little butter and milk, or left-over gravy, and seasoning. This I bake in a buttered dish until brown. It is nice, also, served with a thick tomato sauce. (Copyright, 1928.) Virginia Strawberry Shortcake. Mix together one cuptul ‘of sugar, Palf a cupful of butter, half a cupfui of sweet milk, two cupfuls of un- sifted flour, one rounded teaspoonful of baking powder and two eggs well beaten. Bake in two layers. Make an icing by boiling one cup- ful of moistened sugar until it will just spin a thread. Pour this over the stiffiy beaten white of one egg, beating until cool. Flavor with a very few drops of vanilla or lemon it liked. Spread this icing_on each layer. 'Have one quart of berries crushed and on ice. Place these plentifully between the iced layers, |reserving the largest and finest ber- ries for the top. Serve at once. Breaded Liver and Bacon. Have a fresh beef liver cut into thin slices, cover with boiling water, and let stand for ten minutes. Fry some slices of bacon crisp and drain. Season the bacon fat with black and red pepper, dip the liver in it, then into bread crumbs, and fry in the bacon fat. Garnish the liver with the fried bacon and eprigs of parsley. Add to the fat in the pan one table- spoonful of vinegar and two of to- mato cateup. Pour over the meat and serve. —_— A Chicago inventor's ventilating fan can be inserted in any residence ;lo!;ggw'ulmil‘ Idts !'o;v powe\'t g'lectrlc pplied with current from a2 light mocket. Learn a Bird a Day ] By Lucy Warner Maynard YELLOW-TH Yellow-throated vireo: Vireo flavi- frons. Length about six inches. Upper parts bright olive-green two distinct white wing-bars. Throat and breast bright yellow; belly white. Resident (common) from April 20 to 15; winters in the vireo is distinguished from est of the family by his bright breast and white wing-bars. the same coloring as the breasted chat, but is decidedly and the chat has no wing- While the vellow-throat is d a woodland bird, he i not shy and often comes near dwell- ings to build his nest, which is the prettiest of all the vireo baskets, being decorated'outside with delicat white lichens and cobwebs. It is generally found at the end of an oak branch, where it is sheltered from the sun and rain, and hidden from ob- servation by the thick overhanging smaller bar: The Diary of a Professional Movie Fan HROATED VIREO, |leaves. Often the end of one or tWo leaves will be glued to the edge Uv the nest, maklug a secure Canopy. In a nest found near Rockville the | hateful cowbfrd had deposited an egg, a4 soon after hatching, one of the | vireo babies was smothered in_the overcrowded domicile. The strong | young cowbird was the first to fl e parent vireos had a hard time trying to sati his ravenous appetite and yet care for their own nestlings. They came back to the er and longer intervals, rting it entirely. Al likely to be victims of dcpravity, and when a large mest it is only humane to throw it out. r gives the interest- ing informa hout these vireos that both birds incubate, taking turns sitting on the eggs, and that they sinz while on the nest. The song of the yellow-throat is quite like that of the red-eve but his voice is softer and his musical phrases are more connected BY GLADYS HALL. An Afternoon With Joseph Schild- kraut. T spent the other afternoon with Jozeph Schildkraut. It any of you girls reading this saw him in “Orphans of the Storm.” you will turn every known shade of green with envy when you read “them™ words. What is more, and by way of placating you, I will inform you that you will eventually see him in another picture to be entitled “Master of Man,” from the book by Hall Caine, I believe. He Is to leave for the coast any minute now, to begin production. Also, he has been play- ing In New York most of the winter in Ibsen's “Peer Gynt.” and prior to that he did “Lillom,” also on the stage. He reminds me of a picture of Lord Byron. You know the one I mean? With the open, Byronic collar, the clustered black hair and the pale and perfect face. Generally speaking, to call a man beautiful is not so good, but one must speak the truth and the younger Schildkraut is undeniably beautiful: and masculine at the same time; and | with & sense of humor. He says that he hasn't a sense of humor, but “a sense of the grotesque.” It amounts to the same thing when you laugh with him, Wouldn’t you think that a man who is young and famous and beautiful would go about a great deal? Dance? Do society? Go to partles? I would! But Joseph Schildkraut doesn't. He lives the life of a recluse, a dreamer, a bit of a mystic. He spends most of his time, apart from being on the stage, in a small room the four walls of which are lined from ceiling to floor with books—books he has collected himself from the time he was ten years old to today, when he is twentyseven; books he’ loves. He has about him’ the furniture he had when he was a_tiny boy. He says that he knows about six people, and it would seem that the only per- sons he really loves are his mother and_father and his wife. When I talked with him he told me that he Is discouraged about being an actor. “It is futile,” he said. “I sometimes think that I should like to leave the stage.” “Be a bank clerk, perhaps.” 1 answered gravely and very sincerely, “That would be a great pity.” He shook his classic head. “If one writes books or paints pictures,” he said, ‘“they lve though he be The Evening Romp. The warm spring evenings bring out the children for their evening frolic. Sometimes it gets past bear- ing for the tired people resting on the porches or under the trees. Somebody gets an old tin pall and begins kicking it-along the walk. Its din is shattering. The grown-ups along the street groan and murmur: “That's that awful Smith child. Be- lieve me, if that child were mine I'd warm him so he needn't take such strenuous exercise! On a hot summer evening, too!” Noises like that are louder and harder to bear than they are on the cool nights. If children must run and race about in the twilight, which is doubtful, couldn’t they have a ball? A soft ball that will not hurt if it hits the child in the dark, or break windows that cannot be seen clearly. On the lower corner there is a group playing with a dog. He barks furiously and chases them madly up and down the street. Screaming like wild men they hurtle across the lawns and dash around the corners. “Yow, vow, yow,” barks the enthusiastic hound. scream the children. “One of those children is going to get hurt dashing about the streets like _that,’ mble the watching porchers. ~ “Ifs a wonder their par- ents - wouldn’t stop them. Yelling and screeching like that! And that do; From the block in back comes the wheeze of harmonicas. ~The small boys have gathered on Wells' side porch and they are giving a concert to the unwilling audience. Heads wagging, feet stamping, little girls shrilly chanting, music fllls the air. “Mercy me! Don't they ever go to bed?” groans a sufferer as the wind bears a Whiff of raw melody, louder than usual, to her aching ears. “Should _think - their mother - would put them to bed in self-defense.” “Mothers are deaf to their chil- dren’s noises” says the teacher N7 \\\ /X o / If WY SCHILDKRAUT 1S A NTIC RECLUSE, JOSEPH ROM! | dead actor—after T am gone have left behind me But an <hall T posterity ?” “Are you, posterity? ing young It is ti then. =o interested in 3-asked of this astound- n&in. only reality,” he told me. “Yesterday and today are as nothing { compared to all of the tomorrows. A family—children. Children are what |we fling ahead of us into the ages. {There is no greater thing.” (_You can see that he is cxtraordi- Inary. Apart from his seclusion from { the world, one would suppose that the young man would be a bit of an {egotist. One might imagine that he | would consider himeelf sufficient unto himself. But no! What he considers is futurity. What he cares about is having children to ahead of him. “Why don't you go about more?" I asked him, and he safd: “Because pcople are not inter in Joseph Schildkraut the man, but only in Joseph Schildkraut as the Chevaller or as Liliom or as Peer Gynt. Those people are not 1. Why should T exploit them There is the fine, eccentric. flame of genius in young Mr. Schildkraut Incidentally, his name is a frightful misfit. His name should sound like a chord of strange music in order to befit him. (Al rights reserved.) most fling ] dren make noises that are unbearable. Each mother hears only music in the tones of her brood's voices.” Children must romp a bit before bedtime of a summer evening. But violent play is not the thing they need. Chasing a dog or kicking a tin can or playing hide-and-seek | through _the house, banging door after door and screaming as each slams behind them, is not the setting for quiet rest. | “The harmonica concert. excruciat- ing as it is, is understandable. The children are working off their last ounce of superfluous energy and do- ing it without violence. But the racing, howling group Is getting past the fatigue point and will be hard to quiet. Consider the melghbors in the (Copyright, 1923.) Prune Charlotte Russe. Soften half & package of gelatin in half a cupful of cold water. fill a cup. Add a cupful of prune julce, the juice of one lemon, and three-fourths cupful of sugar. the softened gelatin dissolved by set- ting the cup containing it water. of ice water and stir until it begins to thicken, then fold in one and one- half cupfuls of double cream beaten firm. Turn into a mold. Serve, after turning from the mold, either with or without whipped cream. For a change substitute orange or grape- fruit marmalade for a part of the prunes. * —_— e Steamed Spinach and Bacon. Line a mold with thin slices of un- cooked bacon. Arrange upon the bacon some thin slices of boiled car- rots and turnips dipped in beaten eggs and seasoned. Fill the mold with cooked, chopred, and seasoned epinach. Cover and steam for one hour. Turn out and serve with brown drily, “Only the otheg mothers ohil~'gravy. ~._ l { evening. Plan for a quiet bit of play. | Betty jumped It will make life a little pleasanter. | Citement. Cut | be colored smoothly 'h:smrbhlu enough cooked prunes in pleces to |fhS Y Add |has & in hot |to play with. Place the mixture in a dish | mOrrow. Bistorpy of Qgt;r HName. BY PHILIF FRANCIS NOWLAN. LEISTER. VARIATION—MacLelster, Fletcher. . RACIAL ORIGIN—Scottish. SOURCE—An occupation. Here is a Gaello family name founded upon an occupation, & thing not so uncommon in Scotland as In Ireland, though considerably less common than in Teutonic districts. At first glance one might wonder if the name were not merely & variation of Macalester, a shortened form ar- rived at by the elimination of one let- ter, and then still further shortened by the rather regular dropping of the “Mac” in later days. There Is a bare possibility that such may be the explanation in certain indlvidual cases of the family name of Lester, but the evidence is against this, and overwhelmingly such an origin for Leister and MacLelster. The Gaelic form of this name ls ‘Mac-an-leisdears.” Its origin in the Gaellc exactly parallels the English origin of the name Fletcher, which already has been discussed. The meaning is virtually the same. The only difference is that the Scottish name had originally, and has today in a certain sense, a clan meaning. whereas the English name was in- dividual from the beginning. The MacLeisters, or Fletchers, as they often call themselves, were a sept of the Clan MacGregor, that un- happy clan which for so many cen- turies was outlawed. Rob Roy, one of the most romantic figures in his. tory, was a MacGregor. That's why he was an outlaw. His chief lieu- tenant was a MacLeister, usually referred to in the histories as Fletcher. The MacLeisters were the hereditary arrow makers of the Clan MacGregor. The Guide Post By Henry van Dyke The Disagreeable Truth. Trust ye not in lying words.—Jer. 4. The prophet Jeremiah had a hard task laid upon him. Of noble birth, endowed with pro- Phetic and priestly gifts, living at a time when the future of the Jewish nation seemed to be very bright, this young man was called to be the bearer of evil tidings, the messenger of sure coming doom to Judah. Such a mission is never pleasant or popular. X Jeremiah was lonely, despised, per- secuted. He was probably the best-hated man in Jerusalem. But he did not fiinch from his duty of telling the disagreeable truth Every age needs prophets who are brave enough to do that—Cassandra on the wall of windy Troy. Dante fiying from _ill-counseled Florence, Carlyle picturing the shame and dan- ger of self-complacent England, our own young men who are proclaiming the peril of wealth-worshiping America. “Pessimists, ravens,” cry the crowd, “away with you No, for if these forsake us, we shall be In greater danger. The country whose seers prophesy only smooth things is likely to have a rough time. (Copyright, 1923.) Lester, CUT-OUT Some One Next Door. l A big moving van backed up in front of the empty house next door. Betty Cut-out, who was dusting, stuck her head out of the upstairs window and watched. ‘“‘Oh, mother,” she called, “some one is moving into the house next door. I do hope there's somebody new to play with.” A young man came up and began showing the movers where to put thinge. Betty watched while, plece by piece, the furniture was carried inside. ‘“There's nothing that looks like it belonged to a boy or girl,” she thought. Just then one of the movers dropped a box. Out of it fell a big, round ball, a funny little rabbit doll, a toy goose, and a little girl doll up and down in ex- ‘'Oh, 1 bet they have a baby!” she cried. “There hasn’t been one in our neighborhood for so long!"” She ran to news. The ball that bounced out of the box should Tetters put on in n = TS G =t'red and ‘white "checked suif em, an Shers aro littls touches of pink on the tnsides o s cars. The duck is yellow, with & gay Jod ribbon around his neck, and the delly S e I 154 S o o "You seo the baby to (Copyright, 1928.) tell her mother the Menu for a Day. BREAKFAST Baked Apples Cereal Fried Mush Baked Herrings Toast Coftee LUNCHEON Creole Chicken Gumbo Lettuce Sandwiches Jelly Pound Cake Cocoa ' DINNER Brolled Bluefish Radish Roses Fried Tomatoes Souffle Potatoes ~ Spinach Apple Ple with Cheese Coffee WOMAN’S PAGE. often you use it. Two or three tea- spoonfuls of Mulsified will cleanse the hair and scalp thoroughly. Sim- ply moisten the hair with water and rub it in. 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