Evening Star Newspaper, November 1, 1925, Page 103

THE SUNDAY STAR WASI:IINGTON, D. €, NOVEMBER 1, 1925—PART 5. 2 Beating a Love Quadrangle, Queer Animals and Other Live Topics Book Which Tells How to Be an Expert Steps Are Taken to Organize Mothers Of the Continuous American Revolution BY NINA WILCOX PUTNAM. seems where John Alden, oy who put the deals in_ ideals once said to his girl-friend P cilla, “I hope you realize that our little group of serfous think s at the Puritan Club are the standard for a great ¢ « terrible responsibilit 1'ris says, “Aw, T got no time to worry over responsibilities, anybody'd think 1 had nothing to do, run along, get of this, now t you see it's yretty near 10 o'clock and not a dish Wwashed?” And how true Am. history come long ago, whe ing Mrs. Fy me about m the Revolution. quite get he: the | gonner | | untry, And that sull is to my mind not that uptown act ecnash called to see Daughter « it tirst 1 didn 1 says why Mrs Treenash, I wouldn't of suspected a | rich soclety leader like you would go | around spreading this Bolshevik prop- | aganda, I thought yourself and hus.| band was too comfortably fixed to wanner upset the poor working classes and share vour all with them wh they shared their overalls with y and etc! And the s no. no, I am speak Daughters of th» Amer which means the lidy the fers who 1 away fre dear, she says, this countr the Dbig break ¥, my who is anybody in to it! Well, I and George, and our Ju the census, so it appears to me we ought to belong to this other club, as well tell me some of the advantages. Well, T have often noticed where women like to be asked to hand out uction pretty near as good us men | Mrs ‘enash only hesitated e length of time it took her to open| lier mouth, before telling me about the | splendid work this D. A. R. did, espe- | cially as to preserving the memories of the Revolution, and how it was fought, and_ why—principally why. When Mrs. Freenash come o describe why, she got every ounce as excited 68w possible “and _still remain | #ood-form, as she herself put it | I wonder, she says, how often we | remember, that the many liberties we | take nowadays, was made possible by our auntssister v the way they fought and bled for the grand and glorious republ Ah! my dear, the| men in them daye was men, even if | the great open Spaces wasn't as yet discovered by the movies. And the| women_ done real, honest-to-goodness work for their country to make it what it Is today. And brave? Why, my dear, can| you imagine how brave them men must of been to wear long hair and sce ruffles and silk pants like they did? Who has got courage like that today? And did you ever see the kind of ovens and open fire places | them women had to cook with? I Just simply can't imagine how they | ever survived—in fact, most of them | haven't, they are dead long ago und no wonder! But the example they | have left us ain't complicated, it is a plain one like two and two make | four, in other words, t all of us has the right to life, liberty and the pursult of happiness only provided we are willing to earn it. And that is the idea, she says, which the D. \. R. tries to keep alive, with monu-| ments, and etc. | ¥ % % % \ HEN Mrs. Freenash got through saying this, I drew a long breath as plain as if on a blackboard, on count I fully realized the truth of all she says, and how seldom we Amer- fcans any longer imitate 1y of them old timers except at a- costume-party. | But even though I was fmpressed I | didn't want her to get ahead of me on anything, especfally patriotism, so | T at once went one step backward. | Yes indeed, I says, but how about £ Puritan ideals? Afn't it a shame the | way the Puritans and the board of Cens xed up in the public mind 3 Because no kid- ding, that's how the most of us think of them, either as censors or as im rorters of antique furniture, and w lose sight of where they originally | come over in the steerage - veople could believe in monkey or whales or whatever they believed | in. They were a great people, Mrs. | | the pictures didn't sI cratic the Pilgrim fathers, How about the ‘morf‘ for what they think, then I do and head for bed, and the next day AME IHTI-Z.JN‘.! A. D., JAKE WR Freenash, I stop to th what T mean. And she says my de pleasure to meet a like vou, and T sincerely hope you can aualify as a Daughter of the Revolu tion, now do be sure and look up your aunt-sisters and let me know by the end of next week, I would just love to have you join Hot Bozo! when she didn’'t waste any time, I commenced looking up my family right away, starting in with the family album, but nothing suit able, only a few whiskers with faces peeking over them, and ladies t; to hide between their earrings. get down Junior's American_History but that didn’'t do me no good neither. our family wasn't mentioned any- wheres. Then 1 thought of The Family Tonic Almanac, and realizing where it told pretty near everything nd T am proud whenever K of them, If you get |a terrible cold in his head. { r, it i3 @ real |one gets a cold in his head, his nose patriotic woman |runs so fast he can’t never seem to | | was gone, 1 in the world, why T dragged it from | its place on the big platter we use Xmas and Thanksgiving, and there sure enough I found something about the Wren family on page 91764523. It says, “October 33rd 1923, Moon, full fo the gunnels and shipping water, ris the east. St. Pre servus_Day. ame date 12427 AD. Jake Wren elected dog-catcher at Wuxingham, Eng."” Well, for a while after T piece, T just set there, sorrowfully thinking what a pity I couldn’t see no ways of getting admitted to the D. A. R's. on account of no herc grandfathers, forefathers, and et although catching met, s some hc work, including our ‘own dog, which when we want to get hold of him, why have to sa with our face and with cur hands, espec to show the gentle da W not getting qualified for the first fight ers of Am., and thought well, here none of our folks have done nothing for our country I guess ladies in Mrs. Freenash look down on me, I as them, not use a good stick Ally when about ing to a friend that T care any of my right leg. You know, the way a person will always feel when forced to realize that they are as good as anybody. while I was sitting there ow one day I would passing without bowing out that George, was_really the gland, or some- 10 come in feel- ND dreaming show ‘em, by after it was found at's my husban rightful King of ¥ thing, why w f | read that | we generally | nice doggle, come here, | up in their zarages for the night, 1| I anyways, I felt terrible bad at | caught |1 done that day was as per see the N ELEC’TED l)OC—(‘,ATCHERV AT WU GHAM, ENG.” ing just miserable, only Junior with Believe you me, when that young keep up with it, no matter how often I urge him on in the race. And this time he was so good and quiet T at once realized he must be awful sick I was right, at that, so I put the poor angel into bed, and as soon as I done 50, Annie Gooch, our theoretical help, come and suys she's got to go to her srandmother’s funeral, and I says| can’t you postpone it, my lind, my | back aches already, I can't possibly do uny more, what with the boy il and all. But Annie says no. it can't | be put off. So she put me off instead, and there I was. Then Geo. come home early on the four forty-six and crutches, he having sprained his ankle | arguing with a banana peel, and of | course expecting to have all the sym- | pathy around the house to himself. Naturally, this was something awful | and I says well, T just can't stand iny more, my land my back aches already! So I got Geo. propped up in a chair and fixed him comfortable and run up to see was Junior okey and give him his other tovs und r down to get supper and the fire was | out and mo coal upstairs so I run | down and brought some up, and as I done so I says my land, my back, I | simply can't do another thing! So | lly T got the supper, between Geo. velling hey Jennie, just a minute, | hand ‘me ‘my pipe, will ya? And| Junior calling hey Ma, I'm tired of | n me dogs I have | this old book, bring me the one that's in the attic, Ma, and etc. Well, after I had the two of them | poor children, George and Junior, put | come down found Ann pan and in nd done my dishes and | hadn’'t emptied the ice- that there was two rats| the trap, and naturally Grorge rule kills them Ilike a mighty hunter. But this time of couree T was the gunman, and I had! all the other |to do it, but I says zood heaven and | hapter will [ earth, I can't do another thing. ain't as aristo- |1 didn't, only to run out into the yard | So | | 1L was the same, only it snowed a little | and I couldn't get no man to clean it | off, so 1 done it, and all the ebove mentioned in addition to which our cat had kittens, and the dog was took with the mange. And when I seen that, T says, well, I simply can’t do any more, my back is broke. So all| for some wood, fix up the furnace, foregoing, with the addition that| Junior and George was by now over the Saintly Martyr stage, and peevish, and the grocer didn't come and our telephone was out of order and George couldn’t think what he done with the key to the Ford, so I walked to markets just for the change, and when 1 come home I'll tell the world I couldn’t do no more, my back was broke. % ¥ FHOT BOZO. this afrair kept up just the same only worse, for 10 whole days, meaning they was days shot full of holes. I went without help, on ac count I couldn’t get any, and I don't see why Mrs. Nathing, our local em ployment agency calls [t that unless it gives her local employment to answer the phone continuously, and say, no, I'm sorry I haven't anybody, yes, I'll put down your name and if I hear of anybody 1'll be sure and let you know Well anyways, I got to the point where my back was simply broke, I couldn’t do an other thing, but Junior was well, thank heaven, George was £oing back to the office, thank ditto, the house was in good order, and the family life running with no more then the ordinary bumps which is nor- mal. And this had kept me so busy * 1 hadn’t give another thought to Mrs. | Freddie Ireenash, and getting into the D. A R. But just about this time she dropped in to see me, end right away she asked did I find any revolutionary uncestors that fought in Valley Fords or something, and I had to admit where I had fell down completely Well my dear, she says, that certainly is a awful pity, & fine American wom an like you, what a shame you ain't eligible! " I am so sorry. And I says so am I, on account I certainly ap preciate what a honor it would be to Delons, and no one feels more then I the wonderful worth of what our forefathers and wives did for us, or the great ideal they have left behind for us to use, and if we don't, why it certainly ain’t their fault. But I says, lemme tell you one thing Mrs. Freenash, all the first families of this country don't belong in the D. A. R., The Colonfal Dames or the Mayflower Furniture Co. neither. They belong to the Homes family, mostly; they live through many a Revolution, the same a&s I just have, they are ancestors themselves, as o general thing, though it may be to an only child. And since I can't get into your club, I'm thinking of forming one just as arlstocratic and calling it “The Mothers of the Continuous American Revolution,” and it will be made up of we ladies who have to handle re bellious kids and husbands all the time and try to do it right! (Copyright. 1925.) Cave Man Meets Cave Man in Combat To Solve the Up-to-Date Quadrangle BY STEPH T was on a bright August after- noon that I stepped on board the steamer Patagonia at Southamp- ton outward bound for the West Indies and the port of New Orleans. 1 had at the time no presentiment of disaster. had hardly en LEACOCK. | ered the waters | of the Caribbean when a storm of | unprecedented violence broke upon | is. Even the captain had never, so he sald, seen anything to comp with it On the third morning, just after caybreak, the ship collided with some- thing, probably either a floating rock or one of the dry Tortugas. She blew out her four funnels, the bowsprit dropped out of its place, and the vropelier came right off. The captain, after a brief consultation, decided to abandon her. By what accident T was laft behind | T cannot tell. But by good fortune | 1 found one of the ship's rafts. On my second morning on my 1 was sitting quietly polishing my boots and talking to myself when I hecame aware of an object floating in the sea close beside the raft. Judge of my feelings when I realized to be the inanimated body of a girl. Uastily finishing my boots 1 raft g made shift as best I could to draw the un- happy girl toward me with a hook | and at last on to the raft. On a handkerchief which was still sticking into the belt of her dress, I could see letters embroidered. IHer name was Edith Croyden. In some strange wiy this girl seized hold of me and dominated my senses. I realized that I was in love with ith Croyden. Then the thought of my wife oc curred to me and perplexed me. My wife—for what reason I cannot guess —seemed to find my society irksome. JAn vain T had tried to interest her with narratives of my travels. They seemed—in some way that 1 could not divine—to fatigue her. T would no_sooner begin, “When I was {n the Himalayas hunting the bumpo or humped buffalo” than she would interrupt: Leave me for a little, Harold,”” she would say (I forgot to meation that my name is Harold Borus), “I have a pain in my neck.” At her own suggestion I had taken a trip around the world. On my re- turn she urged me to go round again. I was going round for the third time when the wrecking of the steamer had interrupted my trip. By agreement we had arranged for ». divorce. On my completion of m third voyage we were to meet in | months | d; New Orleans. Clara was to zo there ou & separate ship, giving me the cliclce of oceans. Ldith Croyden three 1 should have heen a woo and win her. As I must put a elings. I must erful, helpful, and must vet let fall this defenseless Had T met later man free to it was I was bound. clasp of iron on n wear a mask. Ch full of narrative, no word of love 1 to | gir1. As the sudden beams of the tropic n filuminated the placid sea, I saw immediately before me, only & hun- dred yards away, an island. With cager haste T paddled the raft close to the shore till it ground in about 10 inches of water. “Mr. Bort said Miss Croyden, “I should like so much to see the rest of our jsland. Can we?” Miss Croyden,” I said, “I there is but little to see. There is no life upon ft. I fear, I added. speaking as jeuntily as I could, “that unless we are taken off it we are destined to stay on it.” Mal our way, however, to the top of a small knoll, we obtained a wide look over the sea. But Kdith seized my arm. “Look, oh, look!” she said. A rude hut had been erect- ed on it and various artcles: lay strewn about. Seated on a rock with their backs toward us were a man and a woman. The man was dressed in goat skins, and his whiskers, €o I inferred from that [ what I could see of them from the side, were at least as exuberant as mine. The woman was in white fur with a fillet of seaweed round her head. They were sitting close to- gether as if in earnest colloquy. “Cave people,” whispered Edith, “aborigines of the islands.” But I answered nothing. Some- thing in the tall outlines of the seat- ed woman held my eye. A cruel pre- sentiment stabbed me to the heart. In my agitation my foot overset a stone, which rolled noisily down the rocks. The noise attracted the attention of the two seated below us. ‘They turned and looked searchingly toward the place where we were con- cealed. Thelr faces were in plain sight. As I looked at that of the woman 1 felt my heart cease beat- ing and the color leave my face. 1 looked into Edith’s face. It was as pale as mine. “What does it pered. “Miss Croyden,” T answered, “Edith —it means this. I have never found the courage to tell you. I am a mar- ried man. The woman seated there is my wife. And 1 love you.” Edith put out her arms with a low cry and clasped me about the necks “Harold,” she murmured, “my Harold.” “Have I done wrong?" T whispered. mean?” she whis- “Only what I have done, too,” she answered. I, too. am married, Harold, and the man sitting there below, John Croyden, {s my husband.” With a wild cry such as a cave man might have uttered, I had leaped to my feet. four husband!” T shouted. “Then by the living Gulliver he or I shall never leave this place alive.” He saw me coming as I bounded down the rocks. In an instant he had sprung to his feet. He gave no cry. He asked no question. He stood erect as a cave man would, waliting for his enemy. And there upon the sands beside the sea we fought, barehanded and weaponless. We fought as cave men fight. For a while we circled round one another, growling. We circled four times, each watching for an oppor- tunity. Then I picked up a great handful of sand and threw it flap into his face. He grabbed a coconut and hit me with it in the stomach. Then I seized a twisted strand of wet seaweed and landed him with it behind the ear. ¥or a moment he staggered. Before he could recover 1 jumped forward, seized him by the hair. slapped his face twice, and then leaped behind a rock. Looking from the side I could see that Croyden, though half dazed, was feeling round for something to throw. To my horror I saw a great stone lying ready to his hand. Beside me was nothing. 1 gave myself up for lost,” when at that very moment I heard Edith’s voice behind me sa: ing, “The shovel, quick, the shovel!" The noble girl had rushed back to our cencampment and had fetched me the shovel. “Swat him with that,” she cried. T seized the shovel. and, with the roar of a wounded bull—or as near as I could make it—I rushed out from the rock, the shovel swung over my head. But the fight was all out of Croyden. “Don't strike,” he said. “I'm all in. I couldn't stand a crack th that kind of thing.” He sat down upon the sand, limp. Seen thus he somehow seemed to be quite a small man, not a cave man at all. His goatskin suit shrunk in on him. T could hear his pants as he sat. “I surrender.” he sald. “Take both the women. They are yours. I stood over him, leaning upon the shovel. The two women had closed fn near to us. “T suppose you are her husband, are you?" Croyden went on, 1 nodded. “I thought you were. Take her.” “How has this happened?” I de- manded. “Tell me.” “We were on the same ship.” Croy- fen said. “Then came & great storm. | 1 suggests BY SAM HELLMAN. NEVER seen s0 many books in_my life,” I remarks to “High Dome" Finnegan, “that tells you how to get healthy, wealthy and wisp over night. Are there enough suck- ers in the country to make ‘em all pay?” “Listen, feller,” he comes back. “There’s only three things In the world that folks are interested in and’— “Whats that?" 1 mazuma and plaster: “Dough {s one of 'em.” returns Fin negan, “but it ain't the other two. Money, health and love are the three, and any time you get a new slant on the way to hook onto any one of 'em you're a best seller. I think I'll write e book myself, dragging all three of ‘em in at once.” “How do you mean?" T inquires. “Like this,” explains “High Dome." “I'll get me a hero that's dying of a couple of common diseases. He's also flat broke and his favorite frill's just given him the snow and ice. “Why not also give him halitosis? 114 uts in. “Dough “Have a heart, growls Finnegan ““Well, this lad’'s all set to take a high flop from the bridge when a sweet voung gal who's down and out. and all ready for a Brodie herself, meets up with our hero. They talk things over and both finally decide to go West, where men are men and women gov- ernors, to begin life all over again. To make a long story like you are financlally most of the time, they get their health back out in the wide open places, discover a mine with $76,546,- 765.20 worth of gold in it and get ma ried. How's that for a gripping varn?" “It don't even get a toe-hold on me.” says L. “Anyways, that wasn't the kind of books I was talking about What 1 had in mind was them books that tell you how to get to be & high- pressure xalesman or a diamond setter or a tightrope walker by reading five minutes a day for two days. Where do they get the suckers to fall for that kind of stuff? 1 “Do you think a guy's a sucker to read a book on salesmanship, for ex- ample?” asks “High Dome.’ “Isn’t he?” I returns. “All the books in the world wouldn't teach you to peddle something you didn't have to somebody who didn't want it, and that's what classy salesmanship is. isn't it that you're wrong?" | ys Finnegan. “It's my guess that | thousands of young fellers have been books. er. = any | ditch-digging. | until he's used his saw and {and don’t reading a few a { trouble. hasn't he you right couple of hours of comes Dome." seen | vight line | suppose you'v | | | | | Wins Praise, Even If Outside Your Line “Why sho apologi inneal believe it or not, gobs country have been he politeness. 1 know whether you eat y« or a can ope of folks th you can le Whether £ people in i ou don't eare r pie with a knife ther i 1 ch ) keep u with th; » of forks and knives fr a book “It neve | the wrong PN barrel hous decent you be er how to hand “Not other Dinner with fodder into guessing cont it lay. Ho; try to teach a the backbone the personalit Indian to becor is a matter of trap; not a But, all right it those bool that air rin step, getting cutler Le abe s th shrimp AYBE " I ADMITS, “THEM SALESMENSHIP BOOKS ARE NOT =0 BAD. BUT HOW ABOUT THOSE BOOKS THAT TRY TO TEACH I’AKI.UI} ?}l\Nf\hR.‘ TO COAL-HEAVERS? It takes eading and exper line except A he pill box a few hooks up nything new letter he ng on medi sale: excer ar earn got ship books are abonut these hoc parlor manne think you in_a < can not”' “You've “Why with an oil-burn- a combination of book nee to docto mean he wasted his time something h make really helped by reading thoge kind of | h. T ain't claming tha can dash through a couple of pages | and then walk out and sell a hundred | tons of coal to a gu t imbo | a ove and good cleaver but that read bird don't put od-carrying s no vears ine. If smanship st how to spell d how to write for 1 “them salesman 0 bad, but t try to t al-heavers? a bull shop ach Do f reading?"” back those “High ads, ven't mignon wa abo the United is not a fish you ‘And she thought filet t 1t2" T asks Finnegan sy “that ad S ates that filet “What is 1t?" T inquires. “What bles. you? “I'm wi word for that make are no cot nor any tc stew mnor a r. but ho tanding?” Hicor Dom ¥ vour social do you any vacuum cl oo grunts, subject ou know it's not a fish the difference,” he grum de n't ing to take the author's| T z returns, “what does m 1 also know there cottage pudding mbstones in a graveyard ny clams in a clam chow w does that help my soci; admit,” the ing W agrees e's no Hig sta good. aner. tryir attempti 1 £ to change the mignon | mite persona Yo admi | mak at's hu of prom how 10 be [in 1ot Bets Le h “Readi “igh. D BY KING LARDNER. O the Editor: Once in every| €0 often the undersigned re- ceives a circular from the Horse Breeders assoclation of America or something along with a re- | quest to give same all possible pub- | ¥ to the end that people’s interest fn horses will be revived and roused | up and not allow the genius equine | to become extinct in our land from | |lack of attention. And just as often | |as one of the literary broadsides hits | | my happy home just so often do 1| ‘eel it incumbrance on myself to come | out flat footed and open and above the boards and state my attention to wards what is known in exclusive livery stable circles as his highnoess le Horse. Children, dogs and horees is regard- ed in this country as eacred items and jt is considered pretty close to a felon¥ to even make a face when any of the 3 {s mentioned. Well, T am fond of children, at least. 4 of them and can tolerate a few dogs provided | they keep their mouth shut and ain't over a ft. high. But irregardless of less majesty and the deuce with same, 1 can't help from admitting at this junction that the bear mention of a horse has the same effects on me like red rags to a bull or gingerale to an Elk. A horse is the most overestimated animal in the world with the possible exception of a police dog. For every incident where a horse has saved a human life I can dig you up a 100 incidences where they have killed peo- ple by falling off them or trampling them down or both. Personally the only horse who I ever et on their back throwed me off on my bosom before I had road him 20 ft. and did the horse wait to see was I hurt, no. Devotees of horse flesh is wont to point out that King Richard the 3d once offered his kingdom for one of them, but in the 1st place he was not the kind of a_man who I would pin any faith on his judgment of values and in the 2d place the kingdom had been acquired by a couple of mild little murders and it was a case of easy come easy go. A study of some of the expressions in usage at the present day will serve Horse Is Most dxfer AND DO YOU THINK PAUL REVERE WOULD OF EVEN LOOKED AT A HORSE IF to throw light on the r of pt a hor rase Take at like pleture of somebody for e a horse. ture vou get from this 1 personality | ample the " The pic phr: eating without | no regard to ethics or good manners, the picture of a person who you would 3 as leaf have a horse at the table as|theatregoe ' such a comedy has got too much horse- | highness le horse they. Or take dicates soon have a head col “horsepls the | of a laugh and is the |and refinement would pretty AXIS HADN'T BEEN E\l,"@lv}lllr" 4 This ghest 1 person of breeding near as them lavgh. Or you hear such and in nd o friends the horse How often complain that ir give a estimated Animal; With Exception of Police Do g, He has got t sports v ed race tr 55 n't 1 bly go wr and fe never met canse 1 work for t of us works. Whenever vou a somewheres in the traffic 1mb. horse, 1 worked ess YOu Wis ¢ who was ght it same sta | Orleans. t lof them ever 1 been led to blelieve. just last month I 1 { 34th street in N. my way amongst {and street cars a gratulating myself D unscathed when a horse reached |out and snapped at me, a_stranger Horses ain’t been no good in battle since trench warfare come into its {own and besides you never heard o fa horse voluntee army | And ao » vere wou of even £ all th taxis hadn been theatre crowds that ni st but n lease, have vou hit by horsefly, which neve | would of heen thought of only for 1 1 ha one d a on making eve BY ED WYNN. EAR Mr. Wynn: My doctor has advised me to drink lots and lots of water and says that is the only thing for my stomach. Is this true? Truly vours, P. NUTZ. Answer: I do not wish to advise against your doctor, but if water rots your rubbers what is it going to do to your stomach? Not for me. Dear Mr. Wynn: I am a drinking man, but my wife made me sign a pledge that I would not take a drink of isky for one year. Gee! I'm 1 interrupted, “so had Meantime Clara had drawn nearer to me. She looked somehow very beauti- ful with her golden hair in the sun- light and the white furs draped about her. {arold!” she exclaimed. ‘‘Harold, is it you? How strange and masterful you look. I didn’t know you were s0 strong.” 1 turned sternly toward he “When I was alons,” I said, “on the Himalayas, hunting the humpo, or humped buffalo—" Clara. clasped her hands, looking into my face. s, darling.” | Meantime I could see that Edith had gone over to John Croyden. “John."” she said, “you shouldn't sit on the wet sand like that. You will get a chill. Let me help You to get (Cevyright. 1925.) she said, “tell me about it, {and at | fectly all right for you to take a What shall 1 do? Answer: Buy Odion Theater, intermission 2 drink. Your pledge year and the play you are and elapse between the first and acts. pe has two acts, Dear Mr. Wyn why it is that Sincerely, Answer: ple. Americans in Summ pay them back for being full of Scotch Dear Mr. Wynn: nd 50 to see the show Can you tell me cotland s full of Americans in the Summer? That merely demonstrates the gratefulness of the American peo- The reason Scotland is full of A. LUSH. ticket for the| it will be per- is only for one oing to three | second | always C. SICK. er is simply to the Americans in the Winter I have been go- | with a r. We she grad: 6 months Now, she talk to What can Sincerely Answer: when you but now won't answer you. her one until hout position, It 1 me. voung girl for about were always together ted from high scho ago and secured a passes me right by. she won't answer the answer be? 2 G. OGRAPIIY. You say she was all right went to kchool together that she is working she Quite simple. must be employed as a telephor erator. Dear Mr. . Wynn: A friend of mine told me that he saw a man ‘run over himself.” | Now he will not speak to me. you think un over Truly yours, Answer: I told him he was crazy it _possible for a man to himself"? I. BALL. Sure it is possible. T know MACKAY Do | How to Make the Most Effective Use Of Time That Passes Between the Acts | of such a case driving a car lof a candy |into the « |a pack of cig: one clerk in th {my friend that the | ettes in the candy store and that if {wantéd cigaret 1d have | 8o across the street to the efgar store for them. My friend then asked the | clerk if he would not run over to th | cigar store for him, and the clerl | told my friend that he could not leave {the candy store alone and run to the cigar store for the cigarettes 80 my friend ‘ran over himself.” THE PERF FOOT (Copyrizht, 1 He didn’t sell Last Fall Flower. | The last Fall flower is the [ ber blossom of the witch as it is sometimes called, “the O flower.” It looks like an ice crysta in shape and color and can be found low on the ground among the brow | stubble. This sturdy blossom s not [tn the least like the fragile Summe: |fower of the witch hazel. It neve | grows to more than three inches b height, so must ordinarily be sough for before it Is found You Won't Have To. Teacher—“William, use Idaho i sentence.” William—*"Idaho another question Wonderful. “Just think, 3.000 seals were llu make fur coats lust ve AN’ it wonderful wi n animals to do nowadaged lot