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WOMAN’'S PAGE. Pedigree of the Small M’i‘—;ble BY LYDIA LE BARON WALKER. 0L € THE CANDLE § D OF OLD HOLDING A VAS Never before has there been a deco- rative era in which the small ta more in evidence than now. varies from the wee bedside the small appearing but actually la drop-leaf tables that take up so little room that they come under the head ing of tuckaway furniture. These tables may be found in every room in a house and on verand: hey fit in marvelously with the demands of dec- oration today, which stresses luxurious convenience. Nothing could be handier than a table close to a chair, a davenport or a bedside. It may be left without anything on it whatsoever and thus invite This is frequently the case with the “end table” or the “occasional table.” It may hold a bowl of flowers, whose fragrance and beauty can he enjoyed especially by the one sitting in a chair in close proximity. It may have a lamp on it ready to lend its light when twi- light deepens. two of the latest magazin ing one to sit' comfortab! in the easy chair close to it and indulge in reading. It may stand against the wall ready to be opened out for the tea things when 4 o'clock comes. And these are but a few of the thousand and one uses for which the small table is now in demand. Varied Uses. 1t is interesting to note the pur- poses to which the old-time candle stand or beside table is now adapted. The candle stand may be high, some- thing like a pedestal table once con- sidered invaluable to hold some rare piece of statuary or choice orna- ment, but now seldom seen. It may be noted, however, that there seem to be signs of the return ef these tempt- ble to | It may hold one or| DAYS IS WELL ADAPTED TO 2 OF FLOWERS ON THE VERANDA TODAY. | tables. . But it is alw: whether a revival of |met with present approval. Candle Stand. The high candle stand was the de- light of the reader in olden days, for it held practically the same place in the home as the reading ard lamp does today. That Is, ‘held the reading light which may have been nothing with more illumi- nating power than a tallow candle. | But it served its purpose with a touch of luxury, for it enabled the reader to place the light by a favorite chair and so be entirely sufficient unto himself without having to con- sider whether he was infringing on the rights of others gathered about some central glow. Low Candle Stands. The low candle stand is still used as formerly. It takes up so little room that in these times of small apartments and tiny chambers, it fills a genuine need. It can be at the head of a bed, however, wee the bedroom and supply the bedside light that is just as desirable in this age as ever before. Not only is the light by the bed a joy to the person who revels in reading in bed, but the electric light can be switched off and on as easily as ever a candle could be_blown out. But it is not alone in the chamber that this special type of small table is in demand. It is as handy on a veranda as in a living room or bed- room. It has the advantage of being so light that it can be carried from one place in a room or a porch to another and lend its decorative ele- ment and its note of luxury wher- ever it happens to best fit in’ with a scheme at any time. WEDLOCKED BY HAZEL DEYO BATCHELOR. ley. an artists’ model, mar. liott, a_poor artist, having t6 ‘marry Martin Lee. a Tom, and, Nan are very 't been married @ baby. life and she marrie but for the sake of her bab situation develops between them tm is determined to hold her at ail costs. because he is madly in love with her. n. 1oho eannot return his feeling. ‘at the idea of being merely wed- Into this situation comes Alicia Rumsey, o friend of Martin's ~past. Alicia feels that there may still be @ chance for her and staris manipulating wires. CHAPTER XLVIIL Nan and Marcia. Martin had fully intended to have it out with Nan about the tea at the Giltmore. He had intended once more to assert his authority, but in the light of another day his absurd fury at seeing her at tea Wwith some people he did not know had abated. The morning after the theater party there had been no time to speak to her, and after his luncheon engage- ment with Alicia he put the idea out of his mind. Perhaps he felt he had no right to speak to Nan about an innocent tea when he saw as much as he liked of another woman. At any rate, he did not bring up the matter and after a day or so Nan ceased to worry. She knew, however, that he w; seeing Alicia; sMe was sure of it. Once when Alicia called up she hap- pened to take up the little extension telephone in her bedroom and be she could hang up recognized Alicia’s voice. And so Nan began to make plans. She went to se Marcia Blake. It was late one afternoon and Mar- cia had just returned from a long day’s work. She was tired and a little snappy. Perhaps faultless clothes made her a shortcomings. ful girl, but she hLadn't the world how to wear her 3 Nan had. Even in the old days sh had managed to do wonders on noth ing. Marcia w however; she was thin position as Martin Lee’s was wondering what it would be lik: to wear expensive clothes without giv ing a thought to the cost, to h charge accounts at the different stores. She would have been quite willing to put up with anything to be able to stand in Nan's shoes. _Her apartment was tin; sisted of two small, boxl henette and a bath w small that one had to s to take a bath. Nan did not see all these things until later. When she arrived, Marcia rose froi where she the door. pe e rooms, a h a tub so up in order She exclaimed at Nan's ap: Hello, come and see me! night; been standing you know wh = I'm just dead th rself back Nan to a chair. a 1t the two girls looked at each d, laughingly, but z in her words for i you get raked over _coal the other night?” Nan flinched. 1f Marcia only knew how sensitive she was—if Mar knew what she had come here to as| Snuggled among the soft cushion and feeling less tired, Marcia waxed curious, “Don't be sfingy, Nan. Tell me what it’s like to belong to the idle rich e one's breakfast in bed, and “1 don’t have my breakfast in hcd.‘ I never have. “Oh, 1 see; you get up to see the loving husband off in the morning Well, 1 must say, it I were place, I'd take advantage wher could.” Nan's hunds your er 1 were Ly in It con- | the couch | herself to open | How nice of you to | Would it do any good to tell Marcia? ‘Would she understand? Marcia went on, good-naturedly: “Don’t mind me, old thing. Behold my own humble quarters and don’t blame me for registering jealousy.” Nan looked about. It really was She and Muriel would have the bed where Marcia was sprawling now and Marcia would take the smaller couch. But it would be frightfully crowded, even for a few days. Marcia had been studying Nan and now she spoke again. “You have something on your mind. You didn’t come up here just for the sake of the old days or anything like that. Out with it, Nan. I know you have something to say. The electric candlestick had a ruf- fled orange shade. It cast a flattering light, but even in that flattering light Nan’s small face was ghastly. “Oh, Marcia,” she said suddenly, “yet're right! There is something I must ask you—a great, great favor. I wonder if you would let me come here a few days and bring Muriel. It won't be for long, just till I can get into the swing of things again. Would vou do that for me, Marcia— would you?” * Marcia sat up suddenly. She had forgotten all about being tired. “Come here!” she gasped. ‘‘Come here! Are you out of your mind, Nan? Now that you have told me this much, you'll have to go on. Why do you want to come here and bring the Are you leaving your hus- n nodded slowly. “But why? Is he cruel to you? What has happened?” Again a silence and then Nan spoke, “No, he isn't cruel to me, but I don’t love him as I should. I have never been his wife. I wouldn’t have married him in the first place if it hadn't been for Muriel. You see, she 't born then and I was help- “But have you thought of what you are going to do with Muriel now? Who is going to take care of h while you are out working? And even it you found some nursery where you; could leave her! What about it? 11 grow older; it isn’t fair to her.’ rely you can see that!” ¢ an did see that. She had gone over it again and again until her thoughts had nearly driven her crazy. But she had reached a point where, she had to get away from Martin, It | had grown to be an obsession with her. She had nightmares now and: often woke up gasping for breath, Then she would lie flat on her back, looking up in the darkness for what seemed hours, and there would be a heavy weight of oppression on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe, A 's voice was going on and on. m surprised at you for even think- ing of such a thing. If you don’tlove ur husband, make the best of it, anyway, for Muriel's sake. Let me you something: Lots of girls would only too glad to step into your Nan knew that Marcia was right but the years stretched ahead of her und she was still young. She wanted to be free again. She wanted a little place to call her own, | where she could come and go as she pleased. She wanted to unlock the door of her marriage to Martin and valk right out into the sunshine. But( she couldn’t do any of these things because—there was Muriel! 9 (Continued In Monday's Star.) ! s | P | Solutions of Words Golf Problems. | WON'T, WENT, WEND, WELD, THE EVEN THE DAILY - HOROSCOPE Sunday, September 4. Astrologers read tomorrow as a day unfavorable in planetary direction, a time to proceed with caution ‘in all important maftters. Under this rule of the stars, a critical and exacting mobd may de- velop, and for this reason the utmost self-control should be exercised. It is wise to avoid arguments while this configuration lasts. The sway is supposed to encourage wandering thoughts and to interfere with concentration. It is encouraging to learn from the seers that there is to be a revival of intense interest in spiritual things. New teachers are to gain a great vogue in the next few months, it is foretold. Peace: movements of many sorts are to be launched in the Winter, and certain of them are to be greatly misinterpreted. Women's organizations are to con- tend over world problems that pre- sent old issues in new guise, it is prophesied. Fashions are to astrologers predict, be a revolt against line for women. Airplane development is to cause some sort of contention among vari- ous departments of the Government, it is prognosticated. Persons whose birth d have rather.a hard pull s petition in the coming Children horn on that d; will make money easily. They may be exceedingly clever, but too much inclined toward pleasure. NANCY PAGE How Shall New Curtains Be Hung at Windows? BY FLORENCE LA GANKE. change sharply. and thel anything As Summer ended it became ‘neces- sary for Nancy to consider Winter cur- taining for her windows She found that poles. cornices and valances were popular. The wrought-iron poles she liked, but dismissed, since they be- longed in sun rooms or in houses of the Spanish type. The sales, people told her that val- o ances were still good, but she found other ways of hanging her draperies. For her colonial dining rooms she chose mirror glass cornices, de sim- ply, with engraved panel alterating with the plain glass. The curtain tie- backs were the old-time glass rosettes. For the living room she used cor- nices of wood, which she lacquered and antiqued at home. She bought some of painted tin, or toleqfor the guest room. For another bedroom she chose rather plain wooden poles. The wooden supports and the poles were painted according to Her color scheme. She had her choice of painted wooden rings, glass ones or tailored straps of curtain material. She learned to make the pinch headings and to sew the hooks at the center back of each group of tucks. DAILY DIET RECIPE Milk and Cheese. Milk, 3 cups. Butter, 134 tablespoons. Flour, 1% tablespoons. . American cheese, % pound, grated. Salt, % teaspoon. Pepper, 3 teaspoon. Paprika, 1 teaspoon. SERVES FOUR PORTIONS. Melt the butter, add flour'and sea- sonings, then the milk slowly, and cook slowly but thoroughly for 10 minutes. Add the cheese just before serving. Then sprinkle with paprika at time of serving. i DIET NOTE. Paprika and pepper should be omit- tedif soup is to be given to children. Could be taken by children 8 years and’over. Serve with toast cubes, plain toast or crackers. Recipe fur- nistes much protein and lime as well as vitamins A and B. The joys that I grab ferJ:Zy:elf' d Disappear,] have come to see, Bot the joy that I give to the world 1 PASSED THE COTTYONTAIL'S YoDAY WHEN THAT LITTLE FLIRY,'MISS ATTABUNNY, WHO HAS BEEN T“ERJIA?R THE WEEK i |WILD, WILL—Five steps. i HATE HAIL, HALL, BALL,| 2 our steps. BANE, BANS, BUNS {ng in her 2% WORD GOLF—Everybody’s Playing it § BY JOHN KNOX. Go from won't to will. The ladies really have an advantage on this one. They are so accustomed to doirg this themselves and to making men do it for them, that the solution of this should be almost automatic. Go from hair to bald. This is one of the tragedies of advancing age. When it happens, brother, there isn’t much you can do about it. Hair grow ers will help vou &id yourself along, but that’s all. Go from sane to bugs. Don’t let this matter affect you that way. charm of the game lies in the irritation it gives you. Print your “steps” here. The Correct solutions on this page in today's Star. DOROTHY DIX’S LETTER BOX The Young Bride Who Resents Her Husband’s Love for His Dead Mother—How to Deal With Grafting Neighbors Who Borrow. I am a bride of a few weeks, happy except for one thing: o is 32, was unusually fond of his mother, who died a month before I met him. He says that his mother will always come first in his heart and that he never would have married if she had lived. He says that he loves me next to her, but I want him to love me best, and 1 feel that his mother comes between us and it _makes me miserable. can I do? BROKEN-HEARTED BRIDE. DEAR MISS DI My husband, w Answer: You can use a little common sense and refrain from borrowing trouble. i The princess in the fairy tale who searched and searched until she found a single crumpled rose leat under her 40 mattresses of ease had nothing on vou as a trouble hound. You should worry if you have nothing worse in your life to complain of than your husband's affection for his mother’s memory. Suppose that he were neglecting you anu running around with some pretty little bob-haired flapper? Suppose, even, that your mother-in-law were Mlive and that she was a disagreeable and cantankerous old woman with Whom you had to live and who interfered with everything you did and put her meddling old fingers in every pie. Then you would have some excuse for turning on the weeps and beating your breast and getting all the misery you could out of the situation. But to be jealous of a memory and let that spoil all the sweetness of your life! How ridiculous! But I think that you and your husband are two nitwits who should have your solid-ivory domes knecked together. For any man is certainly lacking in natural gumption who is silly enough to tell his wife that his mother came first with him. Certainiy he knows nothing of feminine psychology if he isn't aware that that remark would rankle in any woman's breast, that it would make her green-eyed and that he would never hear the last of it. So your husband is just as wrong and foolish to keep continually throwing his affection for his mother in your teeth as you are to keep on chewing upon this purely hypothetical grievance. For it is silly for a man ever to bring his love for his wife and his mother in contrast, because they are two entirely different things. They are not alike in any respect. You might just as well ask him whether he preferred roast beef to ice cream as to inquire which he loved the better, his wife or his mother. Your husband never cared to marry before his mother died simply because he hadn’t happened to meet a girl with whom he fell in love. If you had crossed his path he would have found eut quickly enough that mother love didn't suffice him and that he wanted the love of a mate. In his particular case his love for his mother has become a morbid obsession. He glorifies her and idealizes her because she is dead and magnifies his affection for her. You can't argue with this, “but you can win your husband to a more normal way of thinking by not quarreling with him on the subject, by not showing any jealousy and by accepting the situation cheerfully ‘and philosophically. 9 It really means nothing. It takes nothing from you that is your own, and you are very foolish to let it make you unhappy even for a moment. Be jolly and cheerful and affectionate to your husband, and his love for his mother will gradually slip back into its rightful place among his sacred ‘memories. Don't be jealous of your husband’s love for his mother. will have a son and you will want him to love his mother. DOROTHY DIX. Some day you « s s . EAR DOROTHY DIX: We have some neighbors who borrow everything we have, from a bucket of flour to a spoonful of soda. And they never bring anything back. When they have a big dinner they raid the neighbor- hood and go through our kitchens and pantries and take what they need, and that is the last of it. Most of us are poor people who can’t afford to support these grafters. What must we do about it? PUZZLED NEIGHBOR. Answer: Refuse to be held up. It's silly and weak to permit yourself to be victimized by a dead beat. Borrowers are not only intrinsically dis- honest—they are the meanest sort of sneak thieves, because they take advantage of friendship and family ties to rob us. Also, they trade on our hospitality and generosity and all' of our finer feelings, which makes it hard for us to say “No"” to those who come to us, not in the guisetof beggars, but as friends and neighbors, asking a small, temporary favor which would seem niggardly to us to refuse. ) That works both ways, because they not only get what they want without having to pay for it, but save their faces and do not have to be grateful, as they would if we gave them what they asked for outright. So_they borrow our books and never return them. They borrow our automobiles and send them back with a broken spring and punctured tires and no gas in the tank. They borrow our jewelry and lose it. They borrow our clothes and get spots on.them, and there is no greater pest under the sun. You can generally get rid of the borrower who borrows’money by lend- ing five or ten dollars more than he asked for, and you can frequently stop a borrower who sends the children over for a dab of butter or a cup of coffee by sending back for it the next ray and répeating the performance the next. This causes the borrower to hate you, but pass you up for some good-natured soul who s too lazy to attempt to collect back. The only way really to circumvent the borrower is by having enough backbone to refuse to lend. That saves you money and trouble and making enemies, for borrowers invariably dislike the poor simps they borrow from. g e e e DOROTHY DIX. DEAR MISS DIX: I have observed that most of the present-day girls have not the slightest idea of true love. Would you advise me to exclude love from my life or accept the new kind and endure its imperfections? A YOUNG MAN. Answer: What is true love? And on what do yo the modern girl is lacking in it? b So far as I can see, girls are just as anxious to love and be loved as they ever were, and they are just as foolish about the kind of men they throw their hearts away upon and they make just as idiotic marriages. The modern girl is accused of being hard-bolled, but it doesn’t keep her from stepping up to the altar with a boy who isn’t making enough to su:mrt her. It doesn’t keep her from marrying a boy that ghe knows to be a drunk- ard and shiftless and ne'er-do-well. And it doesn’t keep her from going to work and helping to support the man she loves if he is sick or helpless or down and out. And if this isn't true love, I don't know what is. mhls]:“s l!t ueflfix):ltey!:ut"emms lhlngh without any love in it, so I shouldn’t vise you to rom your scheme of things. v] and be thankful for it. It's God’s own bless!ngnsn IT:Il;:I.“h“ Vil \ (Copyright, 1927.) DOROEn oo Pecan Biscuits. Sift together two cupfuls of flour, four teaspoonfuls of baking powder and one-half a teaspoonful of salt. Cut into this mixture two tablespcon- fuls of shortening. Add three-fourths cupful of chopped pecans. Mix thor- oughly and add three-fourths cupful of milk gradually, working it in with a knife, Drop on a floured board and roll out to one-half an inch in thick- ness. Cut with a floured biscuit cut- ter and bake for 15 minutes in a rather hot oven. To Keep Roses Fresh. 'To keep roses from drooping in hot, | dry weather, put them immediately after cutting into a deep bucket of water, or lay them in a bathtub, sub- merging all except the heads. Cover with newspaper, or darken the room, and leave for several hours. Roses cut in the evening should be left in the bathtub in this way all night. They will then last much longer than when put in vases right away. CARRIE COTTONTAIL WANTED HER LITTLE DAUGHTER. .MOPSY , To KISS MISS A . R TE QOODBYE . BuY SHE POSITIVELY REFUSED ! ‘What 1 VG STAR. WASHINGTON, .D. C. SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 3,_1927. FEATURES. LITTLE BENNY| || The Daily Cross-Word Puzzle BY LEE PAPE. I wrote a letter to Puds Simkins today on bord the boat, this being it. Deer Puds, I wish you was heer, this is a grate boat. Sometimes it rolls sideways all a ways and then all a ways back agen the other side, and sometimes it goes up and down with the frunt end up and the back end down and then the back end up and the frunt end down, and sometimes it rolls and goes up and down at the same time, being the best of all. Enyways, it Is allways doing some- thing to make, peeple seasick, but it cant make me seasick no matter how hard it tries, becausé I seem to he a naturely good = rider. I know a Frentch kid on bord with a Frentch name Marsell Doopo, and he says his mother is mal de mare, wich is being seasick . in Frentch altho it must make you feel jest the same as plane seasick because I saw her laying in her steamer. chair and the genrel ef- fect was jest. a same. 1 asked one of the sailers if he ever got seasick, but he was a Frentch sailor so he ;I:dn'l even know wat I was asking him. Marsell Doopo is a pritty nice kid considering he cant speek Inglish, but of corse thats not his fault because you cant help ware your born even if you would of preferred some place elts. The ony trubble is, he gets too ixcited because I cant under- stand wen he tries ro tell me some- thing and starts to make Frentch motions with his hands and face. But I could lick him easy if T had to, and <o could you if you was heer. He is allways saying Veev la France. I dont know ixactly wat it meens but if I find out it meens France is the est country in the werld he bet- ter look out. Hay Puds they have swell meels on this boat, you awt to be heer. There is ice cream every meel except brek- fist and there is allways a lot of peeple seasick and feeling jest the opposite of eating, so the ones like me that feel ail rite can have all ihey wunt. Well Puds give my everybody and tell them was heer. Your frend Benny Potts eskwire. | HOME NOTES | BY JENNY WREN, regards to 1 wish they A very pretty effect has been ob- tained in this little Spanish hallway through judicious use of color and fab- ric. The walls are dull gray plaster, and in contrast to this the stairs and mop- board are gleaming black. The heavy carpeting on the stairs is a very dark ghade of burnt orange. At the foot of the stairs lies a picturesque Numdah rug. It has a light orange background and is embroidered in rich blues, greens and red. The floor of the hall is completely covered with linoleum— a dark slate gray waxed to a soft glow. A final touch of color is furnished by the heavy cord, which is draped along the stair wall to serve in place of a hand rail. (Copyright. 1027.) ~ Lessons in English BY W. L. GORDO! Words often misused—Don't say “Your telegram was received, and in reply to same I want to say, etc.” Omit “to same.” Often _mispronounced — Sacrifice (noun). Pronounce the last three let- ters as “ice.” Often misspelled—Phenomena (plural of phenomenon). Synonyms—Somber, dusky, murky, gloomy, dark, sable. Word study—"Use a word three times and it is yours.” Let us in- crease our vocabulary by mastering one word each day. Today's word, radiant; brilliant. “Her eyes were radiant with the animation of suc- cess.” ONNYSAYING BY FANNY Y. CORY. ‘Whoo-Hoo! Muvver! See where yer ‘ittle boy is at! ks (Covyright. 1927.) AT LAST MOPSY BEGAN To CRY AN’ (Copyrizht ACROSS. . State of being in order. Time past. . Comparative suffix. . Body of water. State on Miss Made payment. 5. Indefinite article, . Cushioned. 8. Warmth. . Make a hole. Preliminary bet. . English queen. . Goes in. . Austrian coin (ab). . Head coverings. . Note of the scale. . Lick up. Prefix; two. Human beings. Exclaimed DOWN. . Broken down. . Self. Proceed. Metal. Dry Exists. Beverage. United States . Government protection. . Disallows. sippi (ab.). e T TPy Bit of Maple Sugar. With aweets the tempter doth beguile. And speaks in honeved tones the while. —Mother West Wind Farmer Brown's Boy was beginning to wonder how he should be able to catch Cubby, the little Bear. who had created so much trouble in his mother’s pantr: It was quite clear that Cubby didn't intend to be caught. Food had brought him down to the foot of the tree in which he had sought safety, but at the Jeast mbve toward him_<Cubby would start up the tree. “I've got to get something that he wants so badly that he will forget all about that tree,” thought Farmer Brown's Boy. “I've got to get him to come to me,” instead of my trying to g0 to him. Every time I move toward HE WALKED IN CIRCLE AROUND BROWN'S BOY. him he heads for that tree. 1 sup- pose a little sugar would do it. I have it! 1 wonder I didn't think of it before.” Farmer Brown's Boy went whistling into the house. In a few minutes he was but again. The moment he moved toward him, Cubby, as usual, started to climb the tree. Farmer Brown's Boy stopped and tossed something over to the plate where Cubby had been feeding. In a moment or two Cubby returned to finish his dinner. His keen little nose smeiled something wonderfully good. With that same keen little nose he sought for it. He found it. It was a little piece of maple sugar. You should have seen Cubby gobble that down and then heard him smack his lipsl This was even bet- ter than Mother Brown's famous cook- ies. Yes, sir, it was so! He looked toward Farmer Browns' Boy. Farmer Brown's Boy tossed him another lit- tle piece. It was just big enough to be a provocation. Cubby smacked his lips as before and sat up. Such a funny-looking scamp as he was when he sat up! He didn't look like a bear at all. In fact, he didn't look like anything that Farmer Brown’s Boy had ever seen. But in spite of the paste that covered his face, there was a pathetic look of longing which was irresistible. Cubby whined softly. Farmer Brown's Boy tossed him another bit, but tossed it a little bit short, so that Cubby had to come forward to get it. He came, but he didn’'t come any nearer than he had to. He reached out with one paw and pulled that little bit of sugar to him. Farmer Brown's Boy chuckled and tossed another little piece. So it went on. Each time, in order to get his little piece of sugar, Cubby had to go a little nearer to Farmer Brown's Boy. Finally, Farmer A COMPLETE FARMER Brown’s Boy held several pieces in his hand where Cubby could see them. BEDTIME STORIES t. 1097.) Crown. . Puts on. Prefix; into. s name. overeignty. . Amount paid. Father Mount (ab. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS er Brown's Boy uknow you want it. You know yow've just got to have it. I'm not going to throw it to you. No, sir, I'm not! If,.you want it, you've got to come and get it.” Now that was very tantalizing. You see, Cubby could smell that sugar and it seemed to him that never in all his lite_ had he wanted anything as he wanted that sugar. Yet he hesitated. He would start to go forward and then retreat. He walked in a compiete circle around Farmer Brown’s Boy. and all the time he whimpered and whined and teased and begged, as no one but a little Bear could. . But Farmer Brown's Boy wouldn't give him a crumb. He must take ft from that extended hand. or go with- out. He couldn't go without. He knew it and Farmer Browm's Boy knew it. So after a while Cuby came near enough to put his little nese in Farmer Brown's Boy’s hand and with that long tongue of his licked one of tuose pieces of sugar into his mouth. It was a bigger piece than any he hag had hefore. One minute later he was standing up. holding onto Farmer Brown's Boy's arm with both little paws and greedily licking up the last crumbs of sugar from the hand ex- tended to him. (Copyricht. 1027 MOTHERS AND THEIE CHILDREN. Recitations for School. One mother says® . All the panic of hurried searching through old magazines and books for a plece to speak at school on a cer- tain day may be avoided, if you will keep a file of clippings into which you put every little poem or anecdote that would make a good recitation. If you are always on the lookout for such material you will find some very good recitations in newspapers and magazines. The teacher will thank you for keeping such a collection. i (Covyright. 1927.) Carrots in Parsley Butter. : ‘Wask and scrape about 10 medium sized carrots and cut them in slices or dice them. Cook them in a small amount of boiling salted water til tender, or for about 15 minutes. Nelt one-fourth cupful of butter, add about t. o tablespoonfuls of lemon juice, and one tablespoonful of finely chopped parsley and one-half teaspoonful. of salt. Pour over the carrots and serve “Come on, you rascal!” coaxed Farm- at once. By ALBERTINE RANDALL “THAT'S WHAT SHE D\D To DADDY WHEN HE KISSED HER LAST NIGHT ']