Evening Star Newspaper, November 1, 1923, Page 45

WOoOMA N’'S PAGE. SEEN IN THE WASHINGTON SHOPS BY ELENORE One of the surprises of the fashion world this year Is the persistency with which the small cloche chapeau remains vin_favor. Milliners seem quite oblividus to the fact that other types might be evolved or that a change In hat fashions might be wel- come, for they continue to offer onty close-fitting helmet and turban models. The result is that the unsus- pecting purchaser walks into a mil- linery establishment and finds many hats designed for the flapper with close-cropped halr. Knots or colls of long tresses simply can't bo poked under the glove-fitting erowns, so the verdict is “bob or be your own mil- liner." One of the local establishments d plays an attractive collection of felts AFTERNOON COSTUM BEI( CHENILLE all follow the rule of the cloche of light Alice blue felt, has seve rows of tiny slits cut at the f so0 that narrow silver ribbons may be run through them in a latticed pat- tern. Another has folds of wide silver ribbon drawn throush openings at_each side and draped grc (gainst the crown. A third is trim med with lons, drooping sprays of | thers, dved sting color 1 while the sketched depends on the a soft sflver ribbon bow, placed low on one side for its appeal. The costum il rather unusual it cons one-piece kK, severely plain, and a narrow coat so long that it com well below the knee-line. The fab; is_calicd chenille and has a soft velvet-like rais e that f Sable squi | forming an e high choker collar the lower part of the c of dull blue adds a touch of color contrast to the costume and serves s, as fastening for the are interesting, uffed in fur, as , they are finis cireular folds of self-| i add ace to the the suit pictured | cially for the s simplicit: fashion jeune fille, nd-youthful ¢ rtirely of black velvet wi full, latter and a On the basket! two large The Charm. | Once when I came home from school | I told my father I guessed I couldn't do my lessons. They were too hard. “Well, well.” sald he, knocking the | hes out of his pipe, thoughtfully | velng me the while. “Anyway, it's| time for a story. | “Once an old man and an old woman | had a son. He was a very good som, | but he had one fault. He never could do anything. So soon as he put foot to ground or hand to plow, he would stop and ery, ‘Woe's me! I can't do anything!” his went on for a long time until his father, who was very troubled bout him, took him to the priest. | ee if you can find what's wrong with m, Father! He's not a bit of use in the world because he can never do inything. As soon as he puts foot to ground or hand to plow, he sets up the cry, "Woe's me, for I can't do That's @ very sald case,’ sald the old priest, thinking long and sober- | ly. ‘But {t's not a hopeless one, I'm thankful to say. I have heard of worse ones. But we'll have to take him to the wise man of the well, who'll give him a charm that will lift"the curse off him and he'll be as fine a boy as you could wish for.’ So they dressod the boy in his clean- est ebirt and gay blue trousers and ;?ol him to the Wise Man of the Vell, ““‘What is wrong with him? sdid fully | DE WITT EBY. woven from gold threads and lavishly | sprinkled with goiden spangles. The tall handles are tied with bows of blue and silver double-faced ribbon R_RIBBON THIS AT- ana the baskets are filled with satin flowers intermingled with more natural-looking blossoms lar to those used ofl hats. The effect of the bright, colorful flower baskets on their rich black background is un- jusually beautiful, and the gown would attr attention even though it were p among vivid satin, | lashing sequin or daring metal bro- | cade models. An attra ppropriate y brown velvet a ( ter medium f | ternoon frock e young girl, is frock, with rounded 1 der straps widened suggest kimona sleevelcts. Two folds of velvet ar ded at the top, and each is fastened with a tiny velvet bow, so tha demure, Priscilla collar effect {s created. Similar, but wider folds of velvet also appear on the skirt, circling the lower part five times and ng the simplicity of the crepe foundation. The girdl which Is placed rather low. is a gar land of crocheted wool flowers, in shaded nasturtium tones, which ap- pear to especial advantage on the dark brown frock An afternoon or inform: gown for the matron s of brown velvet, heavily be lace trimmed. The long bl lustrous gold lace, tion of gold cloth dinner and The velvet skirt has a é inset of lace at the cen opper beads brighten its A long side panel of ; fered. 'fan-lik 15 to the finishe aborately beaded escapes sweeping the heading at the top, ing touch, and it's’e border just floo! man now with no need of the charm.’ And from that day to this he never said a word about can or can't, but} went right at it Sosmy father told me. (Copyright, 1023.) Your Home and You BY HELEN KENDALL. A Solitaire Gift. “Grandmother is growing very fee- ble” mused mother, anxiously. “I hardly know what to suggest to keep her amused and busy. She cannot see to read, except very large print, and she grows tired of knitting. Now that she cannot go out in the car any more, on account of her dear old Jbones, I just don't know what to do. She has to spend so many hours alone.” “Solitaire!” ejaculated granddaug- her. “It's the very thing for her. Molly’s Aunt Mary, who broke her 1eg, you know, plays it by the hour, Molly says. She isn't so old, but she has been a shut-in for weeks and, will the Wise Man. But you needn't tell me. I know all about him. He no more sets foot to ground or hand to plow, but he cries. ‘Woe's me, for I can't do anything.' I've been preparing a charm for him this many a day. You were long coming. “And ke took out a polished white stone with a word carved on it and handed it to the boy saying, ‘You must keep this in your pocket, and whenever you set foot to ground or hand to plow, place it In your month and hold it there till you turn the first furrow or make the first round of whatever task you're doing. Then take it out and say. “first done, all done” and put it back in your pocket. But mind you always keep it with You and always use it.’ “Well pleased, the old man took his son home and the very next morning sent him to plow the green fleld by the river, and you can be sure the lad had the 'stone ready and the plow ‘went through as if it had been sent for, and he never stopped a minute. for food or drink until the whole fleld lay brown side to the sun. “He carried the stone till he was quite a man 834 had « son of his ovq Fi# was 80 busy thinking of him one day that he never remgmbered the #tone and when he reached for it. there was a hole in his pocket, but never a stone. *“Why, my man, said his wife, thers's been no stone in that pocket this long day, for every night I look in your pocket and there's been nothing but that hole in it.’ ““Then 1 must have been working Eew 18 dali R0 JorTurty. Ty owh be for weeks more, I guess. Let's make a card shark of grandmother and let her gamble with herself to her heart's content.” Solitaire proved to be the solutfon of the long, dreary hours spent by lon precious old lady, whose active days were oOver. That very day grand- daughter went to the city and bought a small solitaire table—a small, light stand, with a straight outer edge and a curved fromt, so that it could be drawn up over the lap of the player in her deep, cushioned chair. She pur- chased several decks of cards with very large, clear numerals and sym- bols on them, that would not confuse the aging eyes, and last of all she got 8 book of solitaire games—so many that grandmother could mever find time to learn them all. The print of the book of games was rather small, so granddaughter cop- fed them off, one by one, In large, black letters, on stiff cards. When grandmother had mastered one, her devoted grandchMd printed another for her. Perfectly absorbed in the fascinating game, which) she had never had time to play during her busy life, grandmother sat every day by her sunny window, laying red on black or building up sults, as she played canfield, forty thieves and other variations of this solitary sport. - 1 don't know why they call it soli- taty,” said grandmother, putting her spectacles up on her forghead, I feel as if I had company all the time. Bometimes the cards beat me, but now and then I beat them—they're like veal, live nents, ‘pitting their brains and luck sgamst mine” - This aftirnoon gop took me down town to buy me a new suit on ac- count of my old new to wear out in diffrent places, and some little square man with & round bald spot walted on us, me trying on 2 suits without pop liking either of them mutch, saying the ferst one made me look like a gambeler and the 2nd, one made me look like a drled proon, and I tried on another one and the man sed, There, thats the suit for him, that makes him look like something. Yes, but wat, pop sed. But after all clothes should be a reflection of individual talst, so the important thing is, does the boy himself like it? A mans personality is reflected by the clothes he wears, and the same should be true of a boy. Benny, dges this sult appeel to you? he sed. T'd rather have the last one I tried on, 1 sed. He meens the one vou alluded to in connexion with dried proons, the man sed. Weil, there dont uality prejudices. it he reely prefers that one must be some reason for it, I wurl to discorrage his indi mecrly i my own pop do you pre- iuse a wissle goes with that nd none dont with this, I sed. ce gods, pop sed. He'll take this one, I'll anser for him, he sed. Wich I did, ony L got the wissle enyways because the man took it off of the other suit and gave it to COLOR CUT-OUT | | What Billy’s Up To. “Burt, the boy who lives next door to me, has some pet chickens and I have a goose and a turkey.” confided Billy Cut-out to Marjorie Clipper. “We've decided to have a poultry show.” = “What fun!" beamed Marjorie. I help?” “Sure!” grinned Billy. “If you could get some books that would tell us the names of prize chickens and how to arrange the cages in display it wauld help a lot.” 11 do it! We'll make it the finest poultry show ever! We'll exhibit our neighbors’' chickens as well as our own. And If you want an idea for advertising the show I'll have ft!" Then Marjorie ran off to the library to read about chickens. Color Marjorle's skirt and hose gray. Hercblouse, too, is gray, with pink figures, and the jackot is green. Color the hat to.match the suit. She has a Ted book that tells about Anconas and Plymouth Rocks in her hand and a big idea in her head. “May Menu for a Day. BREAKFAST. Stewed Prunes Dry Cereal with Cream Creamed Fish Baked Potatoes. Toast with Apple Butter Coftee. LUNCHEON. Oyster Stew Crackers Apple Sauce Raisin Cake DINNER. Baked Stuifed Haddock Lyonnaise Potatoes Creamed Cauliflower Beet Salad Squash Ple Coftee. CREAMED FISH. Heat two cupfuls milk. Mix half cupful flour smooth with a little water, season with butter, pepper and salt, cook fifteen minutes: add haif ca nof sal- mon or half pound of salt cod- fish, which has been soaked for at least two hours. Boil up once and serve with baked po- tatoes. Tea. RAISIN CAKE. Cream half cupful of butter, add gradually cupful of sugar, then add ons beaten egg and beat thoroughly. Mix and sift one and three-quarters cupfuls of bread flour and two and a half teaspoonfuls of baking powder and add alternately with half cupful of milk. Flavor with half teaspoonful each of vanilla and lemoA extract, stir in one cupful of floured and chopped raisins and bake in a loaf. Ice when cool. CREAMED CAULIFLOWER. Take off the outer stalks, soak about half an hour in cold salt- ed water, head down. Put into boiling water with.a little sait and cook about an hour. Drain and pour the following cream over it: Put into a small sauce- pan a tablespoonful of butter and one of flour. Mix well and add half cupful of milk and the same of water. Cook until thick. The egg may be omitted. one starting HURSDAY, TREES OF WASHINGTON BY R. A, WITCH-HAZEL—HAMA Here is one of the most curious and interesting of all our trees and shrubs, not flowering in the spring and early summer as is the common practice of plants in this hemisphere, but waiting 'til chill October and bleak November, when the hills are radiant with the splendor of autumn and cold winds are stripping the trees of their dying leaves, closing up in gleeful and festive activity the passing of the season of Hower- fruition and growth. It is dur- this ason of the withdtawal creat. life in the plant world the witch-hazel bursts forth into own ab ant bloom: the tiny bright vellow blossoms =scattered along the branches of thiz shrubb: little tree, no half devoid of its yellow, fall f ge, instead of being clothed in fresh new green as would be expected of a plant in its flower- ing season. ing . Whittier Distributed along thé branches and intermixed with these flowers are the EMMONS. MELIS VIRGINIANA. ripe nutlets of the previous vear. These nutlets disburse their seeds by suddenly bursting open and forcibly cecting their seeds to_distances of fifteen to thirty feet. William Gib- son, in “Sharp Eyes,” tells us, “I had en attracted by a bush which showed an unusual profusion bioom and while standing close be- side it in admiration I was suddenly stung on the cheek by some missle, and the next instant_shot in the eye by another, the mystérious marksman having apparently let off both bar- rels of his little gun directly In my fa The witch-hazel Is usually found as tall shrub, but in the mountains of the s and Tennessce at- taining proportions of a small unsymmetrical tree. twenty-five feet n height. The bark is sepla to dark brown, smooth to scaly. From this bark and the twigs extract of witch- hazel is distilled The witch-hazel ranges from Nova Scotia and Nebraska south to Florida and Texas is frequent in and around the District. The specimen fllustrated is growing by 17th street, opposite the Memorial Continental Hall. It is in flower at the present time, though they are so smali as t to be cvident in the pletu a Our Birds in Verse By Henry Oldys * WINTER In haunts remote from man’ 'WREN. s ambitious schemes Where even Nature moves with quiet hush, I note a modest little form that seems An humbler dryad of the I note—and in a moment it Lost in the mazes of the Its citadel, but ever and ano fallen brush. is gone, same-toned heap, n, From new unlooked-for points I see it peep. Evincing no intention to amuse, And unresentful of my w: Its usual avocation it pursue Serenely trustful in its de atching eye, S, stiny. And, all unconscious of its part, it plays 2 (As though ’twere mischief's self inspired its heart) At hide-and-seck perpetually And foils with foolish eas: But hark! as steals the crea with my gaze e my highest art. ture unaware Upon my blundering vision, so there steals A little thread of music on the air— A tiny chime some distant spirit peals. Strain joins to strain by link attentuate, Rising and falling in engaging change, With tinkling trills of scarce an atom's weight, : That here and there throughout the measures range. Wee sprite, how slight thy slender and self theme, In contrast with their hu A mouse in a_cathedral dost ge and stately frame! thou seem, Or village Nestor in the Hall of Fame. How wide thy tastes, thine and thy relatives! One cheers my daily Iabo r with its note, One to the rocky cleft its message gives, And thou dost seek this wilderniess remote. | BEDTIME The Chance Old Mr. Buzzard Didn’t Want. The foolish boast: the wise keep still, And let the world think what it will. —O0ld Mother Nature. Old Mr. Buzzard had talked too much. He knew it. He felt it in his bones. Besides, his neighbors made it quite clear to him. He had boasted that he could fly higher than any of those man-birds, as the little people of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows called the aeroplane, which they saw almost every day. He had boasted that if he had the chance he would prove that he coulid fly higher. But right down in his heart he didn't want the chance. You see there was a doubt there. So it was always a rellef to have those man-birds pass straight on as if in a hurry to get somewhere. - But one morning one of these man- birds appeared, and instead of hurry-! ing stralght on began to swing in great circles over the Green Meadows and the Green Forest. It was not very high up and it made a great holse. At once all the little people remembered the boast of Old Mr. Buzzard, and as many as could hurried over to the tall, dead tree in the Green Foresti which was his favorite perch. “Now i your chance!” said Blacky ! the Crow, arriving almost out of breath. “Now is your chance, Old| Mr. Buzzard! Go out and show that} -bird what It means to fly high! o is making circles just as we have seen you do so often, Old Mr. Buzzard. Go out there and show him | how you can keep circling higher and higher and higher!” cried Sammy Jay. *You've boasted what you can do, 5o ! now let us see you do it!" shrieked Chatterer the Red Squirrel in his most impudent manner. “You may never get another chance like this, and we all want to see you beat the man-bird. Go on and_show Bim how to fly high!” cried Happy Jack Squirrel. Old Mr, Buzsard § - wings. M LA STORIES By Thornton ‘W. Burgess. yo' all” sald he, “but Ah done got the misery, and Ah don’ feel like Ah could fly at all. Ah reckons it i3 mah chance, but Ah don't feel like Ah could do myselt justice.” “Caw, caw, caw! He's shouted Blacky the Crow. “He's nothing but a big boaster! afraid!” “NOW 18 YOUR CHANCE! BLACKY THE CROW. That's sll he is, & big boaster!” shrieked Chatterer the Red Squirrel “That man-bird can fly circles around him and he knows {t!"” cried Sammy Jay. “Did you notice that he didn't have that attack of misery until after we got here?” cried Happy Jack Squirrel. It was more than Old Mr. Buzzard could stand. He began to get angry. He forgot his misery. Anyway, he got over it very quickly. He glared at his tordmen;oll;!d ‘.‘iAlhl'll lhov‘v ylou‘, he grunted an ed his great wings, "The mext story: -Old Mr. Buzzard Does His Best." (Copyright, 1923, by T. W. Burgess.) SADD CO! gL e e Tost inthe ‘mists of entiquity, E < NOV CMBER 1, 1923. FEATURES. Listen,World! By Elsie Rohinson A friend of mine is having a hard the child grows into a criminal, a fail- time with some land he has just|ure or a misanthrope. bought. Is fine looking land—low | But at last we're learning to care rolling hills, good stretch of meadow, | f0F 50uls as we care for soil. We're rich loam covering it all. Yet for| some reason, things haven't pros- | pered His young peach trees did well for | the first year or two and then they sickened and refused to grow. His| vineyard, which promised to be one of the best in the district, is at a | standstill—not enough new growth in it to pay for the upkeep. My friend couldn’t find the trouble, #o he hired an_expert to go all over the ranch and investigate. And the expert dis- covered hardpan. Far under the top soll, so far that it was not easily discoverable, there | is a layer of earth so hardly com- | pacted that it is almost like a laye of rock. There Is good soil above and beneath, but the hardpan acts as | a flinty wall between them. The ten- | der roots cannot penetrate thi water cannot seep through it. So for ldck of sufficient nourishment and proper drainage, the trees and vines sicken and die. Now that my friend knows what troubles his soil, he can remove it. Blasting in some places, deep plow- | discovering the ing in others, will break up the hard- \fear and inju pan and let life more freely through ) them up by he the sofl again. instruction, paf We humans are much like nml nd with th 1 | T~ ——~ - Powder? OOSE your bak- ing powder with the same care as your other ingredients. Davis, on the market for 45 years, is giving the right results in thousands of homes. Bahe it BESTwith DAVIS ans caused by | t breaking | althy suggestion, wise | nt love. hardpan broken, the on earth of which we are a part. Her of the soul & experiences find thelr counterpart in our lives. We, too, have our droughts and floods, our lean and full vear: We, too, have layers ofy hardpan within our soul The science of ning to reveal som about ourselves. Once we divided people into “good” and “bad” cl. Now we are coming to know they are only sick or | well. Fear and suffering does to th human_spirit what hardpan does to the soll. It erects a barrier against | the free circulation of life. This is not a sentimental theory. Tt | is a proven fact. Youthful pain will | leave a scar on the —consciousness which prevents growth as surely as | hardpan prevents the movements of | the life-giving roots. As the vears ge[ on, layers of experience cover that sotten. And the world wonders why R e chology is bein- of the truths upon a time o Myrs. Busy Wife: E’l‘ us introduce you to a real friend—a de- licious meal that takes but a few minutes to pre- gre. Nothing to do but ! Made from the fa- mous Gorton’s Cod Fish —NoBones.Theoriginal - ready-to.fry fish cakes. 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Then add one tablespoonful of | salt, two heaping tablespoonfuls of lard, one quart of sifted flour and, last of all, enough tepid milk or wa- ter to make a stiff batter. Set the mixture in & warm place for about ten hours. When it has risen well beat thoroughly, pour it into &| greased cake mold and let it rise for another hour. Then cook it in a slow oven. Appetizing Salad. Divide one pound or more of cot- tage cheese into four portions. Chop| separately a few red peppers or can- ned pimentos, some nut meats, some cress or parsley and the yolks of some hard-boiled eggs. Mix the pep-| pers with one portion of the cheese, | the nut meats with another, the cress with the third and the yolk of the! eggs with the fourth. Mold every portion into small balls and place balls from each portion on crisp le tuce leaves arranged on separate plates. 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