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WOMA NS "PAGE. Tea Gown for BY MARY EEE —EE—————, The poor girl shivering in an old- fashioned tenement on a frosty Au- tumn night may think of the posses- | sion of great riches as a safeguard DI FOR INFORMAL TE GO FOUNDATION OF GOLD, CONSISTIN A CLOTH OF OF GOLD A BLACK AT OF BLACK WITH IN- S OF GOLD WITH RHINESTONES ALONG THE COLLAR, ON THE AND THE POCKETS. against ever feeling the discomfort of cold. She may have looked enviously at the millionaire’s daughter riding in a heated limousine and thought of her as one who might live forever without ever knowing what it is to shiver. Undoubtedly rich women could ar- range their lives so that they never feel the cold in Winter, but the fact is of course that daughters and wives of millionaires do a lot of shivering. City houses, apartments and hotels may be kept at hot-house temperature, and so may small suburban houses, but the spacious country house is usually cold enough. “It seems to me that the richer people are the colder their houses,” writes a young friend of mine who is spending the Autumn visiting rich folk who still linger on at their coun- try estates. *“I wonder why it is! ‘There is a very rich woman here who The Daily Cross-Word Puzzle (Copyrigh: SLEEVES |! Informal Dinner MARSHALL, | has all of her evening dresses made | of velvet, usually fur trimmed, and her house is ice cold. If she spent the ce of just one of these dresses to more coal 1 think she might make {her rooms a little less like the Arctic | regions.” | Doubtless, you yourself have visit- ed just such spacious count houses where nothing but a fur-trim- med velvet evening dress would have made you at all comfortable. The sketch shows a sort of tea gown recently made for one of these poor little r irls who spends much of her time in her charming country house that is seldom what most of us_would consider comfortably warm. Made of black velvet with gold agd rl trimming, it is really a zorseous sort of gown and is worn appropriately for informal dinners, a faint glimmer of brilliants ay red beneath the hem of her chiffon evening frock. Just an in- | triguing sps 1s she danced. And this was because she was wearing |a little underslip with small rhine- stones sewed on the points of the [ rufles. It you would like to make one of these slips or petticoats for vourself or some young friend: of vours send me stamped, _self- addressed envelope and I will send you sketch, diagram and directions for making. (Copyright, 1927.) THE DAILY HOROSCOPE Tuesday, September 20. ofic aspects dominate tomorrow, gy, which finds it for certain of the should be a B accordin: most ating earth's activities. fortunate rule for rts of trade and appears to presage great profits for merchants and manufacturers. The seers prophesy that cheap com- will glve way to those that are more ‘costly. This is read as a fortun: | under whici There is a promising sign for those | who would collect debts or set their | »ss affairs in order. | * Appendicitis is to be more prevalent than usual, it is forecast, and there should be quick recognition of symp- toms, Science is to make tremendous prog- in the study of the human body. tention being directed to phenomena ted with the functioning of the strologers foretell. Occultism is to flourish and intrude its claims on territory not previously | invaded, the seers prognosticate. Again the stars smile on cooks and cooking. Women and men too, will be concerned about the chemical of food, it is forecast. in the number of forgeries ezzlements will be a matter of ncern in the next few months, if the astrologers are to be believed. Great extravagances will be in- dulged in the coming Winter, it is foretold, and this is always a sign to be read gravely, since it presages some calamity. Persons whose birth date it is have the augury of a year good in all re- spects. Children born on that day usually will succeed best in public offices. Many soldiers are born under this sign. (Copyright. 1927.) t. 1927.) HA HA-GosHT SWEET Corn! USE ONLY ONE HAND - - - You | Don'T _nEED Two To HolbL AN EAR OF CORN Take Your ELBowWS OFF THe TABLE- Merer! JHERE'S NO LAW AGAINST STOPPING, \ OCCASIONMALLY \_For saeaTH ST SONNYSAYINGS — - BY FANNY ¥. CORY. Her ain’t cryin’. We's playin’ hide- an-seek, an’ her finks her's hidin't (Copyright. 1927.) AUTUMN BY D. C. PEATTIE. Ariadne’s Loom. There lived once, so the Greek legend goes, a girl named Ariadne, who surpassed all other maldens as a weaver of exquisite fabrics. Mi- nerva, goddess of women's arts, chal- lenged the mortal girl to a contest of their skill. Both wove, for days and weeks, and when at last Minerva gazed upon the hand‘work of the girl, she was so enraged that she changed Arjadne into a spider, and bade her spin on forever, Does this mean that Minerva was really outdone, and that, like a de- feated chess player who knocks the board over, she fell back upon her divine prerogatives, having been fairly v 30. Walk through water. 1. Queenstown. 5. Wooden pins. . Sign of the Zodiac. Gem. . Prefix: again. . Part of an auto. River of Europe. Touch. . Plece of ground. Snake. Valley. . Hangs down. Maid loved by Zeus. Negative. Halt. . Balsam. . Existed. Swiss river. Siamese coin. . Preposition, Evergreens. Engineering degree (ab.). . Couch. Devoured. Wife of Geraint Fade away. Down. . Wagon. . Mountain nymph. . Prefix; two. . Border. Through the agency of. . God of Babylon. Green plant. ., Strike with open hand. . Part of the foot. . Vessels. Toward. Peculiarities of walk. . Market place. 21. Card game. . Southern cuckoo. . Kind of cloth. . Anguish. , Liberated. Answer to Saturday’s Puzzle. Indefinite article, Canvas shelter. Cushio! Observed. Six (ab.). ote of the scale, Everyday Law Cases «Does Lawful Act Done Mali- ciously Give Right of Action? BY THE COUNSELLOR. The Exe Department Store had the selling agency of a pew sewing ma- chine. When the agency was taken from it and was given to one of its former employes officials of the store were vexed. Having a small supply of old-styled and second-hand machines on hand, s ly advertised that they d shipments of new sewing of the brand in question ed them for sale at half the 1 regular price. When tin, the new agent, com- plained {o the store officials of the re- use of such advertisements, nager of the stol it you are not 1 soon see that you are.” tuted suit for damages siness. At the trial the store defended itself on the ground that it had a legal right to advertise and the W 0 doing could not e questi | "“In the jurisdiction in which the case ed Martin was awarded sub- damages by the jury, the law cd by the court: held that when one i ice or with bad intent toward on so injured thereby does not give the latter a right of action against the former. The rule, how- ever, i3 not universally applied, and an act which 18 legally right when done without malice may sometimes ! become legally wrong when done ma- liciously, wantonly or without reason- Shrimp and Pea Aspic. Fill a wet mold with half a pint of aspic jelly and arrange over this two cans of shrimp and two cupfuls of cooked peas, then pour over another half pint of aspic jelly. Chill and turn out and garnish with a few of the shrimps and peas and a few stuffed olives, defeated? I do not know the answer to this question, but the naturalist concedes to no human being strength as great as the output of the spider. It is known that a spider’s web is stronger than steel; or, more precisely, if steel were spun out as fine as the gossamer of a spider's web, a fly could break it. Conversely, were a spider's web as thick as,” let us say, steel wool, it would be strong enough to trap a man so_that he could not escape. However these things may be, 1 know that to see the work of Ariadne in all mythical loveliness one must get up early of an Autumn morning, when it glitters with dew. How cun- ningly is the entrance to Ariadne’s abode contrived. And though I tread ever so softly, she always hears me before 1 can catch her, and flies to MOTHERS AND THEIR CHILDREN. “Soda Fountain.” One mother says: Jack would not drink enough water, until T hit on the plan of playing “soda fountain” with him. I made “money” for him by cutting out lit- tle circles of tinfoil. When he climbs up on a high stool at the kitchen table and gives his order, I serve him with a glass of water colored with a little fruit juice and accompanied with a straw. He thinks this great fun. [ sometimes remind him by renlarking that business at the fountain doesn’t seem to be very good, and then he comes running with his paper money. BY HENRY W. Henr; Wadsworth Longfellow was chiefly known for his popular hoetry. He was born in 1807, died in 1882, He was a descendant of Joha'and Priscill; * inclaing ship “of Miles i “Tales of a Wayside Ins There lived some years ago in the city of Perigueux an honest notary public, & man of unoffending, quiet dispositton. He was the father of a family, though not the head of it; for, vou must know, he was henpecked. Finding no peace at home, he sought it elsewhere, and at length discovered an inp where he might rest, smoke his pipe, drink sugar-water and play dominoes. He had for a bosom friend a wine dealer who lived about three miles from the city and passed his evenings at this same inn. The bad practices of this wine dealer finally influenced the notary, who became addicted to wine. Thus these two were often drunk together. The nervous system of the notary at last gave 'way under the strain of the liquors, to which he was not used. He began to see strange things, but the worse he grew the more he smoked and tippled. His wife alternately stormed, remonstrated, entreated, but all in vain. She made the house too hot for him. He retreated to the inn. She broke his long-stemmed pipes. He substituted a short-stemmed one, which he carried in his vest pocket. Thus the unhappy notary ran grad- ually down at the heel. What with his bad habits and his domestic griev- ances, he became completely hipped. He imagined that he was going to die, and suffered in quick succession all the discases that ever beset mortal man. Every shooting pain was an alarming symptom, every uneasy feel- ing after dinner a sure prognostica- tion of some mortal disease, Then one December afternoon when the notary sat moping in his office a carriage stopped at the door and a loud knocking aroused him. It was a message from his friend, the wine dealer, who had been gsuddeply at- tacked with a violent fever, and, grow- ing worse, had now sent in great haste for the notary to draw up his last will and testament. The case was urgent and admitted neither excuse nor delay. Arriving at the wine dealer’s house, the notary saw there was no time to lose. Papers were got in readiness, and the notary was finally able to guide the sick man's hand as he scrawled his signature at the bottom of his will. Later that evening the wine dealer pasfed away. The doctor spoke to the notary as he was leaving. “Dreadful sickly time this!” he ex- claimed. “The disorder seems to be spreading. Two died yesterday and three today. It is scariet fever. You should be careful, my friend.” “Scarlet fever!” said the alarmed notary. “Then I am a dead man! Tell me, what are the symptoms?” he asked, putting his pipe hastily into his vest pocket. “A sharp burning pain in the right side,” said the doctor. “Oh, what a fool I was to come here!” moaned the poor notary. And nothing _could pacify the wretched man. He was sure he was going to die from scarlet fever. There was nothing to do but take the doctor’s horse to return to the city, for the carriage in which the notary came had returned long ago. So the notary mounted this raw-boned steed and set forth upon his home- ward journey. The night was cold and gusty and the wind right in his teeth. Overhead leaden clouds were beating to and fro, the trees by the roadside groaned with evil omen and the notary was filled with symptoms of disease and dire presentments of death. Suddenly, after a mile or so, and just as the apprehensions of the no- A Real Test. The educational tests showed Don as a genius. His educational I Q. soared to dizzy heights. “Now, that's certainly fine. A boy with an intelligence quotient as high as that ought to be able to have everything right up to the mark. Hereafter I'll expect the odd jobs I ask you to do to be done like magie,” sald mother, smiling. She said what she hoped for rather than what she expected, for Don as the family chore boy was a distinct loss. His mother asked him to leave the gasoline can at the garage on his way to school and stop for it on the way home. The gasoline was needed to charge the new oil stove. Don took the can and left it at the Lessons in English BY W. L. GORDON. Words often misused: Do not say, “He is not as skiliful as his brother.” Use “so-as” in negative statements, “not so skillful as.” Often mispronounced: Java. Pro- nounce the first a as in “father,” not as in “at.” g Often misspelled: Paraffin; one r, two fs. * Synonyms: Powerless, unable, inca- pable, impotent, incompetent, ineffi- clent, disabled. Word study: “Use a word three times and it is yours.” Let us increase our vocabulary by mastering one word each day. word: Visitation; the act of visitli nfliction of good or evil. “The city haswdthstood many dreadful visitations such as this earth- quake.” _'out that paint? shop, but it was three days before the can came back, and it came then be- cause mother went for it herself. Don always forgot. Father asked him to look on the shelf in the garage for a can of paint. “There isn’t any there,”” said Don after a trip to the garage. “Are you sure? I put a can there about three weeks ago. I haven't used any since. It must be there.” “No, it isn’t. I looked carefully. There isn’t a can of anything on the shelf. I think Foxy used it when he cleaned the garage last week.” ““All right. Go down to Fuller’'s and bring me a can of green. Better make it two, so we'll have one handy for the frames. Now hurry. I'm walting.” : Shortly Don returned, puffing vir- tuously, but with no paint. “He has three shades of pal father. Which shade do you want “For pity's sake, you mean to tell me you came back all the way with- You've seen that =AND ALWAYS BREAK THE EAR IN TwWO A NOISE You MAWE. AND YOUR FACE 1S GREASY FROM CAR To CAR: GO AND WASH e Quu:k_/ WORLD FAMOUS STORIES The Netary of Perigueux. LONGFELLOW. tary were subsiding, there came a sharp pain in his right side which the street, seeing the notary dash by so madly, joined in the hue and cry and ran barking and yelping at his horse's heels It was now late at night, and only hero and there a solitary lamp twinkled from an upper story. But on went the notary, down this street and up that, till at last he reached his door. There was a light in his wife's room. The good woman came to the window, alarmed at such a knock- ing and howling and clattéring at per door so late at night, and the notary as too_deeply absorbed in his sor- and worries to care much what his wife might think of his rousing at this absurd hour of a stormy night. “Let me in! Let me in! Quick! Quick!” he exclaimed, almost breath- less from terror and fatigue. Vho are you, that you should come to disturb a lone woman at this hour seemed to pierce him like a needle. “It is upon me at last!” groaned the fear-stricken man. ‘“Heaven be merciful to me, the greatest of sin- ners! And must I die in a ditch, after all? He! Get up! Get up!” And away went the horse and rider dowp, panting and blowing like a whirlwind. At every leap the pain in the rider’'s side seemed to increase. At first it was a little point like the prick of a needle, then it spread to the size of a half-dollar, then it cov- ered a place as large as the palm of your hand. It gained upon him fast. The poor man groaned aloud in agony. Faster and faster sped the horse over the frozen ground; farther and farther spread the pain over his side. To complete the dismal picture, the storm commenced—snow mingled with rain. But snow and rain and cold were naught to him, for his frozen arms and legs were frozen to icicles he felt it not. The fatal symptom was upon him. He was doomed to die, not of cold, but of scarlet fever. At length, he knew not how, more dead than alive, he reached the gate of the city. A band of fll-bred dogs that were serenading at a corner of of the night?” cried the sharp voice of his wife from above. ‘Begone about your business and let quiet people sleep.” “Come down and let me in! your husband. Don’t you know my voice? Quick, 1 beseech you, for I am dying here in the street!” cried her husband in a loud voice. After a_few moments of delay and a few more words of parley, the door was finally opened and the notary stalked into his domicile, pale and haggard in aspect and as still and straight as a ghost. Cased from head to heel in an armor of ice, as the glare of the lamp fell on him, he looked like a knight errant mailed in steel. But in one place his armor was broken. On his right side was a cir- cular spot as large as the crown of your hat and about as black. “My dear wife!” he exclaimed, with more tenderness than he had exhibited for many years. “Reach me a chair. My hours are numbered. I am a dead man!" And, exhausted, the notary sank into the chair his wife offered. Alarmed at such exclamations, his wife stripped off his overcoat. Some. thing fell from beneath it and was dashed to pieces on the hearth. It was the notary’s short-stemmed pipe! He placed his hand upon his side, and lo! it was bare to the skin! Coat, vest and linen were burned through and through, and there was a blister on his side as large as your hand. The mystery was soon explained, symptoms and all. The notary had put his pipe into his pocket without knocking out the ashes. And so my story ends. Oh, you wonder whether the poor notary died? Yes, he dled. Of what? ‘Why, of—of a sudden. I am OUR CI{[LDREN By Angelo Patri color all your life. Even if it didn’t match to a halr, it wouldn’t set fire to the frames. Why don't you use your head?"” Just then little Mary, a most care- ful and efficient child, came on the scene. She carried a can of green gloss paint, a nice, shiny can with a bright and glossy label. “Is this the paint you are looking for, father? It was on the garage [sheit.” Father looked unutterable things at Don, who said brightly: “But, father, you sald a can of paint, and that's a box of paint. A can has a handle. 1 was looking for a can with a handle.” “Yes? What 1 sent you for was green paint—green paint.” You see, educational tests, tests upon educational experiences that school life furnishes, are but one phase of experience. Test the cildren on other phases, and where you find them weak, strengthen them by fur- nishing the opportunity for the ex- periences that store up the desired power. Tests give us information about the children and are good only when we act upon the knowledge they supply. Keep a record of the efficiency of the children as they go about their daily routine and make sure it keeps step or goes ahead of the fine educa- tional experiences he gathers. If you don’t, you are going to have a lop- sided child. (Covyright. 1027.) Mr. Patrl _will give personal attention to inquiries from,parents or school hlehea on the care and development of children. “Writs him, care of - this paper,’inclosing self-ad- dressed, stamped envelope for reply. —_— A miser’s face is like a banknote— every line in it means money, at full speed, hurry-scurry, up hill and | LITTLE BENNY —— BY LEE PAPE. Parls, France. Me and pop needed a haircut this afternoon, espeshilly me, and we took a wawk to find a barber shop, ony the more we wawked the less we couldent find one, pop saying, There awt to be an interna- tional law to compell all barbers to place barber pole outside their istab- lissments, and if I was a delegate to the League of Nations thats the ferst law that Id suggest. ‘Why dont you ask somebody ware one Is, pop, it would be a good chance to practice your Frentch, I sed. Quite true, but I cant think of the werd for barber shop, pop sed. Let me see, coopay lay shevuh meens to cut the hair, maybe I can werk it out that way, I cant be arrested for try- ing enyway, he sed. And he stopped some man going ing, Parddong meseer, savvy 'ome place coopay lay chevuh? Try it on somebody elts, brother, the man sed. Being a man with a straw | hat and a green tie, and he kepp on | going, pop saying, Yee gods, in a city of 3 or 4 millions Frentchmen I had to go.and pick out an American to try my Frentch on. And he stopped another man, say- ing, Pardonney mwa meseer, savv: voo where coopay lay chevuh? Id be overlooked to help you, my deer chap, but I dont speek the lang: widge, the man sed. Being a man with a short mustash and long legs, and he kepp on going, pop saying, For Peet sake are there no Frentchmen in Paris? And he asked 2 more men in Frentch and they shook their heds in Inglish and kepp on going, pop saying, Thats the limit, now jest to get even with the werld Im_ goin to ask this Frentchman in Inglish. Meening some man with a pointy black beard, pop saying to him, I say, do_you happen to know where theres a barber shop? and the men sed, Il say I do, rite around the corner, Buddy. . ‘Wich it was, saying Coiffeur on the window meening Frentch barber shop. DAILY DIET RECIPEI Sour Cream Dressing. Sugar, 2 teaspoons. Salt, 1 teaspoon. Mustard, 1 teaspoon. Paprika, 1% teaspoon. Ege, Sour cream, 1 cup. Vinegar, 3 tablespoons. MAKES EIGHT OUNCES. Mix dry ingredlents, add eggs slightly beaten, sour cream and vine- gar. Cook in double boiler until thickened, stirring constantly. Mixed with salad will serve six portions. DIET NOTE. Recipe contains lime and iron in the egg and sour cream and vitamins A and B. Can be eaten by average and under weight adults - Peanut Butter Bread. Sift together two cupfuls of flour, one teaspoonful bf salt, four teaspoon- fuls of baking powder, and one-half a cupful of sugar. Add one cupful of milk to three-fourths cupful of peanut butter and stir until well mixed. Combine the two mixtures. Bake In a greased loaf pan for about | 50 minutes in a modern oven. | Baked Soy Beans. When soy beans are to be baked | they should be soaked overnight and | simmered until tender, then combined with salt pork, molasses, muslar(]i and salt in the same proportion as for Boston baked beans, and baked slow! for about 10 hours. A minced onion | may he included with the beans if desired. Before Brealifast "SALADA" TEA . warmsand tonesup the system. Tryit. For 10c we will mail you a gen- erous trial size jar— enough for a month. a cream that perior in gives pancakesa de- | licious, differeat | flavor, | Add only cold water TECO, Cortland, N. Y. Cultivating a Schoolgirl Complexion Never touch your face with any but TRUE complexion soap HE first rule in modern skin care is to keep the skin clean and pores free of accumulations. Use powder and ‘mike-up all you wish. But never leave them on overnight., That means soap and water. But it means, too,a TRUE COMPLEX- ION SOAP only. A soap made for skin use. A soap made to protect and beautify. Thus, largely on expert advice, millions use Palmolive Soap; touch their faces with no other. It is made of cosmetic oils. It is made for one purpose only—to protect and beautify the skin, Wash the face gently with Palm- e olive. Mas- sage its balmy olive and palm eil lather into the skin. Rinse with warm water; then with cold. That is all— it's nature’s rule for keeping.that schoolgirl complexion. Do that regularly, and particu- larly at night. Note then how much better your skin in even one week. GET REAL PALMOLIVE Get Palmolive today. Costs but 10c the cake. Use no other on your face. But be sure you get GEN- UINE Palmolive. Crude imitations, represented to be of olive and palm oils, are not the same as Palmolive. Remember that and TAKE CARE. The Palmolive-Peet Co., Chicago, 000 CHILDREN racing on in Health Because mothers know more about foods—select them more wisely today than ever before. No wonder in Washington most mothers select this famous Corby’s Mother’s Bread—for years the favorite of Washington housewives. Baked to tender, crisp perfection by specially built ovens—made from recipes that call for more rich shortening, more sugar, more milk than any other loaf we know. At your grocer’s now—waiting for you to say “Give me a loaf of corBY's MOTHER'’S BREAD _ Ask Your Grocer About It CORBY’S BAKERY-CONTINENTAL BAKING COMPANY

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