Evening Star Newspaper, September 27, 1927, Page 31

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w OMAN’S PAGE.’ WORLD FAMOUS 5TORIES MRS. BULLFROG. BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE. (Nat Nathaniel Hawhorne. ot New 1804-1864. came England Puritan stock. In 1850 entitled “The on i American it Lshtful” story ted tion et | { P en_from the coll an Old Mause. As a bachelor 1 hecome very fussy Bbout women. 1 was the accom- plished graduate of a dry goods store, Where by dint of ministering to the | Whims of fine ladies. ¢ grew up a| Yery ladylike sort of a gentleman. It 3s not assuming too much to affirm | that the ladies themselves were hardly %o ladylike as Thomas Bullfrog. So painfully acute was my sense of fe. ale imperfection, and such varied oxcellence did 1 require in the woman whom I could love, that there was an nwful risk of my getting no wife at 11 or of bLeing driven to perpe e matrimony with my own image in the looking-glass, T der:anded the fresh bloom “of youth, pearly teeth, glossy ringlets, with the utmost delicacy of habits and sentiments, a silken texture ©f mind, and, above all, a virgin heart. | There was every chance of my be- coming a most miserable old bach- clor, when hy the best luck in the world I made a journey into another State, and was smitten by and smote acain, and »d, won and married the present ) Bullfrog, all in the space of a fortnizht. OWing to this | speed T not only gave my bride credit for certain perfections which have not Yet come to lizht, but also overlooked certain t glimm The same mornin rog and 1 came tc we took our seats in the stage ¢ and began our journey toward my Place of businest. There bheing no other passengers, we were much alone #nd free to give vent to our raptures. My bride looked charming in a green 1k hooded bonnet and a riding gown; nd whenever her.red lips parted in a smile each tooth appeared like an restimable pearl. Such was my pas- mate warmth that 1 pleaded guilt the freedom of a kiss ihrew back the bonnet to let m stray among her glossy curls. ife deliberately drew my hand 1y and restored her bonnet. | 1denly an accident occurred. Our drove carelessly over some and capsized the coach. It ced that in the confusion of our | hrow 1 quite forgot that was a Mrs. Bullfrog in the world. Like | many men’s wives, the good lady ved her husband as a stepping- one. I had scrambled out of the ach and was ely settling omebody brushed d a_smart | an’s ear. cried a | a unit *h - me a k upon that, you strange “You have ruined me, you hlackguard! I shall never be the woman I have been!” There came a second thwack, which 2it the driver on the nose and made it bleed. These blows were given by a strange persen with a head almost bald and sunken cheeks, apparently of the feminine gender, though hardly to be classed in the gentler sex. There being 1o teeth to modulate the voice, it had a mumbled fierceness—not passionate, ]l‘ui stern—who could phantom . had a riding gown like M and also a green honnet, han; ing down her back by the strings. In my terror | and rmoil of mind I imagined that Old Nick at the moment of our over- turn had annihilated my wife and jumped into her petticoats. This idea scemed the more probable since I | could nowhere perceive Mrs. Bullfrog alive, nor, though I looked very sharp about the coach, could I detect.any traces of that beloved woman's dead body. There would have been a great comfort in giving her Christian burial. “Come, sir! Bestir yourself!” said the hobgoblin to me. “Help the rascal | set up the coach.” Then with a ter- | rific screech to three countrymen at a distance, “Here, you fellows! Help | fix the coach.” The countrymen helped the driver Emboldened, | there | | goods store | tende | the right the coach. The driver tugzed toiled less, that 1k his head. wee at me with my case his. 1 hoped it and jammed two fix to wake me. Why, here we are all to rights again!’ ‘exclaimed a sweet voice be- hind. My dear Mr. Bullfrog, how you perspire!” There stood Mrs. Bullfrog with her glossy ringlets curling on her brow two rows of Orient pearls gleam- ing between her parted lips, which wore a most angelic smile. She had regained her bonnet and gown from the phantom, and was in all respects the lovely woman who had been sit- ting at my side at the instant of our overturn. As the driver closed the door upon us 1 heard him whisper to the three countrywomen: “How do you suppose a fellow feels shut up in a cage with a she-tiger?” Of course, this query could have no reference to my situation; yet unrea- sonable as it may appear, I confess that my feelings were not altogether so ecstatic as when I first called Mi Bullfrog mine. To divert my mind, took up a ne aper which had cov- ered a little basket of refreshments which were now spilled. The paper was 1wo or three years old, but con- ined an article of several columns about a trial for breach of promise of . giving the testimony in full, with fervid extracts from both the gen’ tleman amatory corre. ponder erted damsel had personally in court and dreading, the_next blow might Yet he seemed to in cye of pity, as and most manfully, dou br ppea r's perfidy and the strength of her blight- ed affections. On the defendant’s part there had been an attempt, though insufficiently sustained, to blast the damsel's character, and a plea, in mitigation of damages, on account of her unamiable temper. A horrible idea was suggested by the lady's name. Madam,” said T, holding the news- per before Mrs. Bullfrog's eyes, you the plaintiff in this case?” )h, my dear Mr. Bullfrog!" re- plied my wife, sweetly. “I thought all the world knew that.” Horror! Horror!” I exclaimed, nking ®ack on my seat. Bullfrog,” said she, not un- vet with all the decision of her strong character, “let me advise vou to overcome this foolish weak- ness. You have discovered, perhaps, some little imperfections in your bride. Well, what did you expect? Women are not angels.” But why conceal these imperfec- tions?” 1 interposed. ght a woman disclose her frail- ties earlier than the wedding day?" she asked. “Few husbands, I assure you, make the discovery in such good season, and fewer still complain that these trifles were concealed too long.” But the suit for breach of prom- I groaned. she said sweetly, “Can you bject to that? I triumph- y defended myself against slander. ntempt where would have been the $5.000 which are to stock your dry “If th: is true, dear woman,” I cried, with an overwhelming gush of ness, “let me fold thee to my heart! The basis of matrimonial bliss is secure, and all thy little defects and frailties are forgiven.” P Baked Canned Salmon. Take off the skin from a fine canned salmon steak, lay the salmon in a small granite baking pan and sprinkle with a little pepper and salt and minced parsley. Over the salmon place an inch-thick layer of well sea- soned and beaten mashed potato, shap- ing to conform to a slice of the fish. On top put buttered and seasoned fine bread crumbs. Bake for half an hour in a hot oven, basting once in a while with a little butter and cream that on may not dry out. Place carefully on a platter and pour around the steak a cream gravy Has “YELLOW MASK” made you despair of beauty Dental science has a new, quick way of erasing that unfashion- able yellowish tinge—just try it! Don'tresign yourself to the idea that your teeth are naturally yel- Jow. Or t glistening white teeth are for others—not for you. All teeth are a beauriful ivory * white, y vded. Only 2 glassy yeilow mask obscures the cazzling whitenzss, teeth—then hardens. Foods, coffce and to- bacco stain this mask, * for it is also an ab- sorbent. Torid enamel of macloyourdentizcus The Tri<Calcium Phosphate Does It! > 2 a precious substance known as “Tri-Calcium Phosphate.” But only now hasdental science found a way to embody this famous cleaning agent in a pleasaar, tasty tooth paste. That is' why, until now, you have never been abletodislodge thatyellow mask. The name of this new and marvel- ous dentifrice is ORPHOS Tooth Paste. Often it does in one brush- ing what others have failed todo overa period of ycars. The effects 21y amazing. Yer ORPHOS contains nothing that could do the slightest harm to the soft- est enamel—no grit, 00 acids. LOOK FORTHIS! Note the “brush cling” when you use ORPHOS — also the utter absence of that nauseating foam. I Don’tkeep your teeth beauty hidden—buy a tube of ORPHOS to- day or mail coupon ow for a FREE 20-Time Tube. FREE 20-Time Tube Mail this coupon to Orphos Co.. Inc . Depr. 6-D. 22 Wesr $2nd St New York City. for free 20-time tube. THE EVENING STAR. WASHINGTON, SUB ROSA BY MIMI. Mercerized Legs. Science has always defined man as D. C. TUESDAY., SEPTEMBER 27, 1927. are bipeds for falr. We have made such a display of ankles that the men have had to put on short trousers in order to keep up with us. They want it to be known that they are bipeds, too. These biped boys, who may be 60 years old, are a scream. And when an octogenarian wants to look like a Boy Scout there's something in the wind. ing of her legs, to obtain hosiery which will enable her to keep pace with her more wealthy sister. I don’t know what would have hap- pened it the stocking business hadn’t made it possible for the working girl to doll up her knees in something that looks like the stuff the heiress wears. Now that's that. But the mercerized legs of this day than take a cup of tea or unfold a fan, it was all right for her to be bundled up in skirts. But when the daughter of that old- time lady has to be up on her toes to make a living, it is necessary for her to dress the part and show some speed. It's the pace that kills, or has killed the long skirt. ‘When you see the girl with the mer- FEATURES ladies who used to bind their feet, only we bound our legs. But now we are all free, and there's no surer sign of our emancipation than you can find in the mercerized legs. "I hope we won't overdo this matter and make a show of ourselves, for that isn’t the purpose of mercer- ized stockings. What we want Is free- dom. Pork With Batter Pudding. A dish corresponding to Yorkshire pudding, which is frequently served with roast beef, can be made out of corn meal to serve with roast pork. Place in the top of a double boiler one cupful of milk, one-fourth cupful tof corn meal and one-half a teaspoon- | ful of salt. Cook for about 10 minutes, had | legs at all. locked like a mermaid, woman to the wa v ber was some scrt of s skirt. But we have cl of thing in thes for a biped, but you couldn’t prove it by women, for they seemed to have no The woman of the past | The rest of wishy, anged all that sort and now It's the age of flaming youth. de Leon can be seen at fountain, and the motto of all is, wil 's be boys.” But thi In =a she was fishy g it, we | girl with slender means, to Did you know you had one? We all have— Small, perhaps, yet no ordinnfy farm of a hundred acres could begin torivalit— for it’s your grocery store. Actually, if your grocer weren't there—if nobody’s grocer were there —do you realize we'd all have to move out of the city and back on to farms of our own? He performs a valuable public service— this fellow-citizen of yours. And hisadviceis worth having when you buy. Ponce any ‘Boys | i vt what T started to say. | displ: 3 I want to sound a note of praise in favor of the stocking man- ufacturer who made it possible for the Ay cerized legs, you may think she’s play: ing the part of little Eva in the show or is going out for a game of bask ball. But the fact of the matter is hat she is in a real show and a bigger game. 1f she's going to get there with both feet her feet must be free. Time was when we women were all like Chinese and generation are a sign of the speed at which we're goin People may think that short skirts and mercer- ankles mean only some sort of | which used to be confined to | shows, but they are wrong. We dress that way because we have to. When a lady could doll up and loll about her parlor and do no more soda, noth- (Copyright, 1927.) Mimi will be glad to answer any inauiries directed to this baper, provided a stamved. addressed envelope is inclosed. lor until the meal has expanded to form a mixture. After the mixture has cooled add two eggs well beaten. | Grease gem tins thoroughly, allowing to each about one teaspoonful of fat from the roast pork. Bake in a mod. erate oven, hasting occasionally with the drippings of the pork. This serves four persons. An’ experiment with cattle to test | the effect of heredity on milk produc- tion is to continue for 50 years at the | University of California OW do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? 0b, 1 do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do!” So many “nice things”—so many wonderful “things a child can do”— If—and it’s a big “if’—that trust- ing little body isn’t cheated from day to day. Cheated of its full birthright of bone-building and teeth-building and energy-giving foods: milk, vege- tables, bread. To iplan carefully—to choose wisely —to buy only the best and finest of foods for their children’s tables — is the motto of thoughtful mothers. ; Which is one reason why for more than a quarter of a century Corby’s Mother’s Bread has been chosen by Washington women. They know that no other loaf they can buy is made like this. The sunny kitchens, the finer in- gredients, the baking equipment that makes Corby’s bakery the model for the whole country! No wonder Corby’s Mother’s Bread is the most popular bread in and around Washington—wherever the quick Corby service reaches. For Corby’s Mother’s Bread is delivered twice a day. You never fail to geta fresh loaf. Don’t let another day pass with- out serving Corby’s Mother’s Bread. The whole family will like it. CORBY'S MOTHER'S BREAD CORBY’S BAKERY-CONTINENTAL BAKING COMPANY

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