Evening Star Newspaper, August 24, 1927, Page 25

WwWOoMA BY MARY MARSHALL. For years the straight line and the angle have been in the ascendency. Curves have been regarded as either quaint or actually dowdy. Frocks have been made so as to reduce to a mini- mum the natural curves of the body panels, plastrons, incrustations hav | THE NEW SHADE OF REDDISH BROWN CALLED POTTERY, IN FROCK OF DOUBLE-FACED SATIN SHOWS NEW TENDEN- €Y TO MAKE USE OF CURVED LINES INSTEAD OF STRAIGHT AND ANGULAR LINES. been as straight or as angular as pos- aible. Curves mow venture to return—if hot in bodily contours at least in the shaping of yokes, plastrons, panels and all the various parts that make the whole of a dress. The frock sketched for today 1s an @xcellent example of the frock that curves. Tt was designed in terms of curves—not in angles' and straight I, |and | stamped, welf-addressed envelope and {1 will let you have the dlagram and | tull diry | women recently I amused myself by | counting | They | ever | tor N'S "PGE }lines. And among the new frocks that I have seen for late Summer and Au- tumn a surprising number of them have shown this new tendency to curve, | “It must have come from Paris.”| | That is what we all said concerning {a charming new frock trimmed with {ribbon frills on side and cuff. And it |did come from Paris—but you can | easily make a frock like it if you know the trick of making the ribbon frills applying them. Just send a tions. athering of over 300 club- the bobbed and unbobbed. iveraged up this wa For twenty, eight had been bobbed | ome time, four had taken the | fatal step within a few months, three had been bobbed but were now “let- | ing it grow,” and five out of twenty had so far sidestepped the fashion en tirely. (Copyright, 1927.) ! DAILY DIET RECIPE | | | Baked Chicken. Roasting chickens, 2, up, 1 can. cups Onion, minced, Sage 4 pounds each. 13 cup. s teaspoon. ! Thyme, % teaspoon f Flour, 1 cup. | Salt, 1 teaspoon. i Pepper, 1 teaspoon. | Green pepper, 1. | Nutmeg, 1-18 teaspoon Fat, 3 tablespoons. SERVES SIX OR EIGHT PORTIONS. Have the butcher cut up the| chickens as if they were to be frie Singe the pieces and wash. Dry well. Dredge them with the flour mixed with the salt and pepper. Melt fat or shortening in a roasting pan. Add the onion, sweet pepper which has the seeds and white pith removed, sea- sonings, tomato soup (canned or fresh tomatoes can be used) and water. Blend well. Lay in the pieces of chicken. Bake three-fourths or one hour. Baste occasionally. DIET NOTE. Recipe is a portein dish containing some time and iron. The tomatoes and the onion furnish some A, B and C vitamins. Could be eaten by chil- dren over 12 and by normal adults of average weight, those wishing to gain weight and those under weight. WEDLOCKED BY HAZEL DEY! Nam Hartley. an artisst’ model, mar- ries Tom Elliott, a poor artist. having %ad o chance to marry Martin Lee. a rich ‘tawyer. Tom and Nan are very Aappy. Bui they havent been married very long when Tom develops pneumonia and dies. He leaves Nan about to have a baby.” She meets Martin Lee again and he still loves her.” For the sake of ihe child she marries him. Of course, he expects 1o win_her love. but after the baby's birth Nan feels' wedlocked. hen Martin loses control of himsel} one evening and makes love 10 her she shows only 100 plainly how she feels. Chapter XXXIX. Distrust. Miss Lambert returned about 11 o'clock, and Nan went immediately to her room. s “Would you mind coming in to look at Muriel?” she asked anxiously. “I don’t think she has a fever, but she sneezed twice, and I wondered if she were taking cold.” Miss Lambert smiled comfortingly. How comforting these nurses were anyway. They always seemed to know exactly what to do in an emer- gency, and yet they were always so calm. Nan waited while Miss Lambert re- moved her outer things and got into her uniform. She couldn’t wait to see her bending over the bassinet. ¢ And, Miss Lambert, buttoning her- self into her apron and pinning on her cap, had her thoughts as well. She knew Nan's story. It had come to her mainly through the servants’ gossip. But being a rather stolid type of woman, she couldn't understand Nan's attitude. Why should she cling morbidly to thoughts of the past? Here was this wonderful man who had dome evrything for her, and plainly adored her. Why didn't she make up her mind to forget her for- mer husband? Miss Lambert thought Mr. Lee wonderful. Not only that, but he was rich. She considered Nan a lucky girl. Any poor girl who mar- ried a rich husband was fortunate. Nan had changed to a neglige. It ‘was of pale yellow and had little gar- lands of pink rosebuds sewed all over it. Miss Lambert could not help feel- ing a stab of jealousy as she followed Nan down the hall. Through the filmy material her slender figure was out- lined. Miss Lambert could not help feeling a certain resentment because of her own buxomness. She longed to be frail and slender like Mrs. Lee, but it seemed impossible to attain. Once in the bedroom, however, Miss | Tambert forgot all personal things. She was all nurse. With practiced fingers she felt t)m! baby’s fingers and forehead, saw that small Murlel was sleeping quietly and was perfectly all right, and lifted her head with a reassuring smile. i “Nothing wrong. Bables often &neeze, you know.” In her sudden reaction of feeling, Nan could have flung her arms around Miss Lambert's neck. Without warn- ing the tears rushed to her eyes. “‘Oh, thank you, I've been so wor- ried. Fevers terrify me, since,! since—"" Her words trailed away, | and Miss Lambert was suddenly ashamed of her feelings of a momflnl[ ago. Her tone, when she spoke, was prac- | tical, however. She knew that to sym- | pathize with Nan would bring on a flood of tears. Miss Lambert was a good nurse, if she didn’t happen to be an enchantress where men were con- cerned. Murfel was waked out of her sleep to have her bottle, and after that Miss Lambert departed, leaving Nan to her own thoughts, which, of course, turn- ed immedlately to Martin. Strange that he hadn't told her| where he was going. The more she | ihought of it the more it struck her as unfair. And vet why should it matter 10 her one way or another? It wasn't | as if she cared for Martin. She didn’t care, and she bitterly regretted the in- cident that had taken place before dirner. ! Her thoughts dwelt for a time on that. She had never thought of him as a passionate man, desiring her, needing her. Somehow it put things between | them on & different footing. It placed her more than ever in his debt. She didn’t want that, and she would try, oh. 8o hard, to care, if he would be patient. She wondered if her lack of response had been the reason for his refusing to tell her where he was go- ing. It was nearly 12 when she heard his key in the lock and sprang to her feet. ,?spoo 'N TEACuUP GOOD POSITIONS AND FINE INCOMES Tearcoms. Restaurants, Caf Motor Tnns. Candy. Gift and Shope “need trained men 'and women. Earn $2.500 10 $5.000 & vear. Classes now forming 0 BATCHELOR. At the door she remembered that she was wearing a neglige, but she couldn't let that stand in the way, nor could she wait to get into a dress. She met him outside of the living room, and he looked at her in surprise. He hadn’t expected to see her again tonight. He, too, noticed the slender figure under the lacy filminess of the pale yellow negligee and when they reached the living room and she stood near one of the tall floor lamps, the light made her black hair look as it if were painted on her white forehead. On the way home he had remember- ed that he hadn't thought to ask her what had detained her this afternoon, and where she had gone to tea. He thought of it again, as she stood there before him, but he decided to post- pone speaking to her about it for a time at least. And so he suggested a cigarette and a nightcap. Nan watched him pour liquor into two small glasses. Brandy for him- self, creme de menthe for her. He brought herthe tiny glass with its fragile stem and she held it to the light. The emerald color fascinat- ed her until it brought a stab to her heart. Strange that she should remember! Carmine and Prussian blue, and emer- ald gfeen, and ocre squeezed out in fat lozenges of paint on Tom's palette. She had loved seeing him work, al- though he could work in oils only in spare moments, because she had told him he must be practical and work at his pen and inks. They brought him in ready money. She came to herself with a start. Martin was speaking. “Where were you this afternoon? Hilda said something about going to a tea somewhere?” Nan sipped her creme de menthe be- | fore answering. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to know. She was naturally frank. She was the last woman in the world to deceive a man. And yet she resented his asking her this question when he had refused to tell her where he was going tonight. It didn’t seem fair. Martin thought she was hesitating because she didn’t want to tell him, nerhaps because she felt guilty. It infuriated him. (Covyright. 1927.) (Continued in tomorrow’s Star.) SONNYSAYINGS BY FANNY ¥. CORY. It Tommy or Billy sees me now, I'll hab quite a time 'splainin’ 'iss. (Copyright. 1027, POST S TRAINING SCHOOL ,l"l"?l:ll?"m A"‘!. at 23rd St. D 1937, P. Co., Ine. | ing Nancy found an illustration which TOASTI ~com flakes that stay crisp in milk or cream. Down to the last tempting flake, these oven-browsed delicious flakes stay crisp. THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., WEDNESDAY, _"A'UGUST 24, 1927. OIJR CHIIDREN By Angelo Patri NANCY PAGE When Cupboard Doors Are Off Magic Is Performed BY FLORENCE LA GANKE. In a magazine on Interior decorat-| set her imagination and fingers to work. Nancy was that kind of a per- | son. When she saw something she wanted she set about getting it at once. She did not spend hours in footless wishing. Her sink was set between two dish | cupboards which reached from the height of the sink back splasher to the ceiling. The doors were forever in the way. She had Peter take off the doors, put- ting hinges, pins and screws carefully awey with the doors. She made two shades. roller cur- ains or blinds of glazed chintz. These were attached like window shades just inside the framework of the cup- T board. The chintz was the width of the roller. All hems were pressed flat 80 that they would not interfere with rolling up the shade. A metal ring took the place of a tassel. The back of the cupboard was lined with chintz. The roller did not extend up to the top shelf. That was used as a deco- rative space for some of Nancy’s jolly pottery. DIARY OF A NEW FATHER BY BOB DICKSON. Tuesday Evening. This is the night I take the bathing beauty to the Bridge Club, on account of Joan is not here to go with me, but that does not mean I am taking ad- vantage of my wife's absence, on account of the hostess asked me to take this dame. I did not ask her to let me, and if she is a bathing beauty it is not my fault. If she were ugly v I might have to take her anyway, except, of course, you can always lie out of going some place if you want to, but I thought—oh, well, why lie? Anyway, I thought I might enjoy this bachelor vacation, and here it is three days since I've reen Joan and I haven't enjoyed it any yet. Getting on toward a week now, and you can’t expect a man 10 stay around an empty house all tke time. A wite's place is in the home. If I step out a bit it's all Joan’s fault, anyway. So after work I ate a fast dinner downtown and came home to dress and shine the car a little, and while I was shaving I thought, well, I don't have to wear my tuxedo tonight, Joan is not here to make me; and then 1 thought, gee, perhaps I'd better wear {t, ghe’s liable to find out later if I don’t; and then I thought, well, what if she does find it out? and then 1 thought there will be hell to pay, that's what. ‘Well, then I thought, oh, heck, I'm not going to wear that darn thing anyway, I hate it; Joan gives me a pain always making me dress up so I will look like an advertisement, and she will not have to be ashamed of me; and then I thought, well, now, of course, it's a bathing beauty I'm tak- ing tonight, maybe I had better doll up sort of, and so I'm wearing my tuxedo. Well, now I am all ready, but it is still so early I just have to sit around and walt, on account of if I went and called for the bathing beauty now, why, she probably would not | be through bathing. Marshmallow Cream. | Blend one-half a cupful of sugar with two tablespoonfuls of flour. Add the yolks of two eggs and enough cold milk to make a thick paste. Add one cupful of hot milk and cook until thick. Cool and flavor to ‘taste. Cover the bottoom of a baked pastry shell with finely chopped marshmallows and pour the filiing over them. Cover the pie with the stifly beaten egg whites, dot with bits of marshmallows and brown in the oven. For Luncheon. Scoop out the center of some long baker’s rolls, fill the cavities with grated cheess and place a slice of ba- con on each roll, fastening the ends securely to the rolls with toothpicks. Place in the oven until the rolls are toasted and the bacon is crisp. Serve hot for luncheon or afternoon tea. A Good Salesman. If a salesman came to you and said: “Now, look here, you don't know what you're talking about. I do. This article is better than anything vou've got and I know it. Every- thing you have in your place is either out of date or not suited to your market. This is the thing you ought to have and you've got to take it.” What would you do? Buy his goods? Not if vou could help it. Even if later you found that he had | what you needed you would look else- where to buy it. Yet you treat the children about like that. You have manners to sell. Your children need them. Bob comes in, leaves the screen door yawning | behind him, forgets he has on a cap, drives his hand deep into the box of candy and crashes into the lightest chair In_the room. You rise in your wrath, full height. You shout. You pour out hot words and punctuate them with wild gestures. As a climax you announce: “You have no manners. None. Be. have ltke a wild animal. Where did you come from?” In the days to come Bob will need | manners and will start out to find some, but he won't take them from you. He doesn't like the sort you have to sell nor your manner of sell- ing them. He will go down the street to gentle Mr. So-and-so, who has always kept a high-grade selected stock of them on hand and has just the thing Bob wants. You will feel slighted, but that won't matter either to_Bob or Mr. So-and-so. You have morals to sell. You have a fine old line that have been in use in the best markets of the world for generations, and because you know they are the best to be had you are anxious that vour children take some from you. You are so anxious that they take them that you are afraid they won't. You forget yourself and force your sale, “No, ma'am, you won't do anything of the gort. Now that's flat. I'm your father and I've been about this world for'a matter of 50 years or so and I know what is right. Youdon't. You can’t go. You stay right home, where we can see you. here, where everybody you and what you are about. can’'t tell me anything about college towns. I know all about these big cities. Once you get there, no- body knows what you're doing and Too bad. You lost that sale, my friend, and you've lost it for good. Your daughter knows that you are a good citizen, She never doubted it. She wonders why you doubt her. Young people do not like to be chal- lenged that way. They do not un derstand the implications of your tirade. They do not know wi you fear for them. about it is that if your morals make you behave like that they would not like to have your morals. Think a little. Begin to sell your wares when the children are young and see that you make them so tempt ing that they will want to have them A forced sale never holds, (Covyright. 1827.) MOTHERS AND THEIR CHTLDREN, His Own Towels. One Mother Says: We have three children in our family and each one has his or her own individual towel rack with in- itialed towels and wash cloths. If a mother does not do fancy work, she may adopt a different color for each child. When they have their own towels T can check up to see who is “washing his hands on the towel.” I find, also, that they take pride in hay- ing their own towels and there is great indignation if one is caught Your Baby and Mine BY MYRTLE MEYER ELDRED. | Tt seems natural for a prospective mother to worry. That just seems to be part of the trials of motherhood. If one could only make mothers un- derstand that they cannot avoid the unple ntnesses of ordinary life, or escape its worries, or be blind to its distasteful sights, and that none of these things has any power to mar the small souls that are in their keep- ing, mothers would have a much hap- pier time of it. The following point: Mrs. S. E. L. writes: “I expect you will think this letter sounds foolish, | but it T feel tired and drowsy after | having worked all morning and after- noon, and if I lie down for an hour before dinner, will that make the baby lazy and not ambitious when grown? I am 38 years old and have a family of nine to work for, and I do |my washing, froning, baking and | churning and sewing, too, when I have enough energy after the work is done. My health is and has been good, but it seems as if I have no ve letter is a case in D “Would the baby be cross because s next door, years old, cry from the minute up until they go to bed at 9 ver—It seems to me that you written a whole volume in your short letter. Far from it making the baby lazy and without ambition when you take a short nap in the afternoon, it s vitally important that you should. You are doing the work of two per- sons when you have to care for a household of nine persons, and some one is being thoughless and negligent to let you do it without help. Sur in a household of this size there be some one who would do something to lighten your labors. Most pro- spective mothers want and need a great deal more sleep than usual. If you are cross after the baby is born,” because of your many duties and the irritation of listening to cry- small baby to be cross, too, because nervous, irritable mothers almost al- ndh when spoken to in that manner. just as adults answer crossly But fore the baby is born won't affect him a particle. It is a blessed good thing that this s true, for what chance would a poor baby have to get any Kind of a start at all if he were af- fected by every experience which a FEATURES. PERSONAL HEALTH SERVICE BY WILLIAM BRADY, M. D. sure method, but I noti mention how to get w; victim's lung. Does treatment do this? Another write: {in water. it. just passing the buck. query linotypers, monotypers, the ed Never Mind Water in Lungs. One reader writes: I was interested in your article on resuscitation from | drowning by the Schaefer prone pres. it does not er out of the| Schae! I bet you could not resuscitate a_person after immersion Otherwise you would not be 8o backward in teliing how to do Referring us to a Boy Finish your job and tell us how to do it. The first reader’s query reminc that T am not so good a teac I'd like to be, and the other r reminds me that a mere tributor like myself is alway mercy of an army of ]’\rnnl’rfl\flw.\i and cout itors at_the nust | ing all day long, this might lead the | ways affect their babies in the same | the things you hear or experience be- | the first thing you know you're ruined for life. My daughter stays at home. This family has always had a good name and it's going to keep it while I'm around.” using the other’s. The Roman (Copyright. 1927.) N Emperor once gave a banquet of 22 courses. fected his mother during nine long months? These are old, worn-out the- ories which are held by no one who is willing to be convinced by those who know. Elagabalus publishers, For instance, the other | day 1 wrote something about the ad-| visability of having a physi whose patients are his only advertisement, and one inspired printer made it read | a physician whose parents are his| only advertisement. I have a small volume of such jokes collected from the stuff (and nonsense) I have been held responsible for these 20 yea Most of the quips are just funny; but some of them are mean, and maybe that's one reason why I seem so sar- castic sometimes. I published Schaefer's own descrip- tion of the prone pressure method of artificial respiration, and at great| pains and effort 1 added a picture to show the simple maneuvers. If read |ers did not notice this [ am sorry, |but it was the very best I could do to spread the knowledge of resuscita |tion. T still think and recommend |that any man, woman or child who is | not prepared to resuscitate had better 1sk any qualified Boy Scout or Girl Scout to demonstrate the method. A week or two following my deserip- tion and picture of the method I saw in a metropolitan rotogravure section four photographs of a man applying the Schaefer method, the finest illus- trations of this first aid maneuver I have ever seen publisied. But, alas, the first of these four fine pictures | was all wrong—the life guard or swim. | |ming instructor demonstrating the method.did not understand the phys ological principles of prone pressure artificial respiration and he posed for the first picture in the fatal act of “draining water from the victim.” Having wasted several precious sec- onds at that—perhaps sacrificing the precious spark of life—he then lets the victim down into the prome pos- ture and commences the artificial res- | | | milk or cream piration. The life guard’s well meant but fatally erratic ideas run through all four of these otherwise perfect illustrations, for in every pictur cept the first, he has the victim's hand under the face to lift the victim's nose and mouth up from the ground. The prone posture itself will drain fer [any water or other fluid from the | chest, if such water or fluid can be lrained. That is, it will do so if the yperator does not make the mistake this lifo guard or swimming instruc- tor made in his demonstration. Place the victim prone (on his belly) on the ground or floor and let the victim's hands rest palm down on the ground or floor either side of the head, but turn the victim's face toward one side so that the entrance of air through the nose will not be obstructed. In this posture the mouth is lower than the lungs and hence gravity alone drains any fluid that can be drained from the chest, so that the prelimi- nary effort to “get the water out of the lungs” is a fatal waste of time at the best. Lose not one second in be ginning resuscitation when a victim is rescued from the water. ht, 1027.) is Baked Sweet Potato Pone Sift together one-half a cupful of flour, one-half a teaspoonful of nut- meg, one teaspoonful of cinnamon and three-fourths teaspoonful of salt. Add one quart of grated raw sweet pota- toes, one egg, three-fourths cuptul of ane sirup, three tablespoonfuls of d butter and one cuptul of milk. e xture in a baking dish and bake it in a slow oven for about two ind one-half hours, or until done, stir- ring occasionally during the first of the cooking. During the last 30 min- utes discontinue the stirring and allow the pone to brown. 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