Evening Star Newspaper, October 18, 1927, Page 40

WOMAN'’S PAGE Attractive Made-Over Frocks BY MARY MARSHAI Buying clothes ready-made is the best plan for many women, and I think most of us, when we think of it, are very glad that we live in an age when really good-looking, ready-made clothes are to be had in abundance almost everywhere. Few of us would willingly go back to the old custom of worrying along with a dressmaker A MAKERS MAKE USE FAGOTING IN COMBI ING TWO FABRICS OF DIFFER- ENT COLOR OR TONE. IN THE MODEL SHOWN CARAMEL AND BROWN TRANSPARENT VELVET ARE THUS COMBINED. in the house two or three weeks every Spring and Autumn—and few of us could afford to go to a dressmaking establishment where clothes might be Your Baby and Mine BY MYRTLE MEYER ELDRED. “Come baby; lie down like a little lamb, and go to sleep!” And baby with that idea in mind, obediently imitates the little lamb and lies quietly, woo- ing sleep. Children stalk about rigidly, in imi- tation of a straight-spined father, and beholders say admiringly: “Isn't he just like his father.” Enough of this admiration and the boy becomes a small pattern of his dad. All through life we are uncon- sciously holding a pattern before us and trying to be like ;it. -Only think of the young ladies who ate delicately and fainted easily in imitation of their Laura Jean Libby aristocratic hero- ines. For heroes may be fiction or real; so long as they capture our im- agination and make us long to be like them. Mother unconsciously provides the model when she tells the child to be like a lamb. She just as unconsciously and far more effectively furnishes him with a less exemplary pattern when she shrieks at him for misbehaving; gossips about her neighbors or quar- rels with his father. She has only herself to blame, if he follows these patterns instead of the ones she tells him to imitate. It never pays to say one thing and then do something else. Children are rabid hero-worshipers. Sometimes their heroes are the ones we would least like to have them imi- tate, Perhaps timi® laddy is awed into profound admiration of the bad, bold boy who rules the gang on his street and whose escapades are the subject of much horrified neighbor- hood gossip. Son doesn’t think of him as bad. He admires and envies the attention he receives and he is emboldened to go out and get some like it. ‘What a lot of good we would do if we would just ignore the escapades and throy the limelight unobtrusive- ly on good behavior. Most children instinctively dislike “goody” children. But good children have characteristics; bravery, modesty, good-sportsmanship —that all children want to emulate. Conduct which is outstanding is al- ways easier to imitate than conduct which is restrained. It is easier to imitate the loud and swaggering per- son than the quiet and modest one. But one has to be on guard constantly ®0 that the more obvious models do not blot out the more desirable one: | send me a stamped, self-addr satisfactorlly made for us outside our own homes. The great advantage of the ready- made dress is that you can see it be- fore you buy it—and you can get it when you want it. Still the custom of buying clothes ready-made has induced many women to neglect the gentle art of home dressmaking entirely—and with it the trick of making over last season’s clothes. And made-over ciothes, I am convinced, ought still to play an im- portant rule in the wardrobes of all women in moderate circumstances. Made-over frocks, like entrees made from left-over meats, are frequently most attractive—better sometimes than the originals. So for the sake of dressing your | best for what you have to spend, let me beg of you to develop your skill as an amateur dressmaker to the ex- tent of making over some at least of your old clothes. And just because. after you have ripped up and cleaned the material of an old frock you don't find enough to make into something new, don't be discouraged. Many of the smartest of the new frocks are made with two materials of different r shades. The chances are that innot match the old material so don't try to match it at et material of an entirely dif- ferent color or tone and make a com- pose frock. Recently 1 saw a little frock that quite took my eve. It is sketched for you tod 1t occurred to me that this would furnish an excellent model for a frock made from materfal salvaged from last season’s wardrobe. Too often the home dressmaker tries to make the old material do by skimping or by covering up awkward piecings by per- fectly pomtless trimming. Better make a virtue of necessity, it seems to me, and make a virtue of necessity by piecing the old materlal with the color vou | new by means of an ornamental fag- | oting stitch. It you are interested in this prob- lem of making over your old frocks, ed en- velope and I will send you diagram of the fagoting, with directions for making. (Conyright. 1927.) Sprinkle Your Coal. Many people have their coal thor: ougly sprinkled before it is dumped into the bin. This is done not only because it lays the dust, but because a certain amount of moisture in the coal gives the gases liberated by the burning fuel more of a chance to throw off the maximum amount of heat. The fact that there is gas to be burned in the furnace is something many people seem to lose sight of. They are careful of gas and realize that it gives heat when it comes to them through pipes to their gas stove, but they stoke their furnaces as if they were burning only coal. HOME NOTES BY JENNY WREN. This white stone fireplace is inter- esting for several reasons. It was purchased from a house-wrecking company for a nominal amount and is just as desirable as some of the newer and costlier ones. In fact, it is more desirable from the point of view that it has that air of romance which attaches itself somehow to all nice, old things. Also it gives an au- thentic touch to the arckitectural treatment of the room, which is fur- nished with quaint pieces of the early American period. Fortunately, the wrecking company had saved the odd little half-moon grate which was used with the orig- inal fireplace. In it a cozy little coal fire can be built, and coal fires are often more satisfactory than wood— they burn longer, give more even heat, and do not require such con- stant attention, ESa Sardine Rissoles. From a box of sardines remove_the heads, tails, and skin and bones, Rub the fish to a paste with a silver fork, add one cupful of stale sifted bread crumbs, one-half a teaspoonful each of salt and onion juice, and a dash of tabasco sauce or red pepper. Mix all together thoroughly and add the ightly beaten yolks of two_ egegs. Form into_ balls the size of English walnuts, dip in white of egg slightly diluted with water, then in crumbs again, and fry in hot fat. Did you have a rea of coffee To Users of Percolators Seal Brand is offered especially :vplv_vd Jor m‘.h‘ in 8. brings out finer, fuller flavor of the coffce. Ask for Seal Brand Percolator Coffee. &¢al Brond Tea 12 of good cup forbreak- COFFEE. thg Same High Quality THE EVENING THE SHELTER. | STAR, WASHINGT 75 seTTLED A Downs RR A GoT Some~ TG TheRE g LonG STeapr U Hilins A THE (Edgar AMan Poe is prooably known of American short story wr was_among the first to receive recoguition. He was born in 1800 in 1840, His work is chiefly characterized by & morbid interest in the gloomy and the notional stat rious moods and e e general eurroundings the _atmosphere. or larkely contribute.) True! Nervous—very, very dread- fully nervous I had been and am! But why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. 1 heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily—how calm- 1y I can tell you the whole sto! It is impossible to tell how first the idea entered my brain; but once con- ceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture—a pale blue eye. with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me. my blood ran cold; and so by degrees—very gradually—I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever. Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded— with what caution—with what fore- sight—with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it—oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening suf- ficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly—very, very slowly, 8o that I might not disturb the old man’s sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon the bed. Ha!—would a madman have been so wise as this? And then, when my head was well within the room, I undid the lantern cautiously—oh, so cautiously—cautiously (for the hinges creaked)—I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights—every night just at midnight— but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning when the day broke I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very pro- found old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at 12, I looked in upon him while he slept. Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch’'s minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers—of my sagacil I could scarcely contain my feelings ALE of triumph. 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I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped on the fastening and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out: “Who's there?” I kept quite still; for a whole hour I did not move a muscle and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in bed listening— Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal ter- ror. I knew that he had been lyls awake ever since the first slight noisé; his fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to com- fort himseif with believing the noise of no consequence, but all in vain— for Death had caused hiim, though he neither saw nor heard, to feel the pres- ence of my head in the room. After a long time, I opened a tiny crack in the lantern, stealthily— finally, a single dim ray, like the thread of a spider, shot from out the crevice and full upon the vulture eye. It was open, wide open, and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness. And now— have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but an over- acuteness of the senses?—now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beat- ing of the old man's heart. It in- creased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage. The hellish tattoo of the heart in- creased. It grew quicker and quicker, and Jouder and louder every instant. The old man’s terror must have been extreme! It grew louder—I have told you I am nervous, and 80 I am. And now at the dead hour of night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. The beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. Now a new anxiety seized me—the sound would be heard by a neighbor! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once—once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gayly, to find the deed so far done. But for many min- utes the heart beat on with a muffled sound. At length it ceased. The old man was dead, stone dead. I felt his heart—there was no pulsation. His eye would trouble me no more. The night waned, I dismembered the corpse. I took up three planks from the chamber flooring, deposited all between the scantlings. I replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye—not even his— could have detected anything wrong. No stain, nothing. ‘When I had finished the clock struc:: 4. There came a knocking at the street door. It was the police—neigh- New, Easy' Wa; ickl; T T ate W e ey R inos enlargedporesandsallow,muddy complexions. ‘The way is prepared for pature to give it abundance of nourishment In‘anfllor to the ‘work of building up the tissues., Weakors ging facialmusclesare tightencd ened. 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I was singu- larly at ease. We chatted. Then I felt myselt getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached; I felt a ringing in my ears. Still they sat. I|The ringing became more distinct— until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears. No doubt I now grew very pale, but I talked more fluently. Yet the sound increased. It was a low, dull, quick sound—much as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath—and yet the police heard it not. I talked more quickly —why would they not be gone? I paced the floor— but the noise steadily increased. What could I do? 1 foamed, I raved, I swore! 1 grated my chair on the boards, but the noise steadily in- creased! It grew louder—Ilouder— louder! And still those men chatted, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? No, no! They heard! They suspected! They knew! They were making a mockery of my horror! I could bear these hypocritical smiles no longer. I felt that I must scream or die! And now again, hark! Louder! louder! louder! “Villains!” I shrieked, “deceive me no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks—here, here! It is the beat- ing of his hideous heart!” (Covyright. 1927.) Boiled Dinner. Select a good plece of corn beel weighing four pounds and cover it with four quarts of cold water. Allow the water to come to the boiling point and then discard it. Cover the meat again with four more quarts of water and let it simmer until tender. Take the meat out of the water. If the liquid is too salty, pour off part of it and add sufficient fresh water to have at least three pints of well flavored broth. The vegetables should be added at different times, depending upon the time needed to cook them tender. First add three large, onions cut in halves; then, 20 minutes later, two large turnips cut in quarters, three parsnips, five medium-sized car- rots cut in halves, and three large potatoes cut in halves or quarters. Fifteen minutes bhefore these vege- tables are done add one-half a head of a medium-sized cabbage cut in eighths after being washed. Serve the boiled dinner on a large platter with the meat in the center and the vege- tables drained and placed neatly around it. The advantage of this method of cooking is to have the vegetables tender and yet not over- cooked, as is sometimes the case with 2 hoiled dinner. HOROSCOPE Wednesday, October 19. Althoughs there is a strong benefic aspect early in the morning, according to astrology, sinister influences rule later. Women may find the morning an auspicious time to deal with their financial affains. The seers prophesv for women great success in banks, and foretell the rise of one who will make fame by her financial acumen. This is a fairly fortunate sway for editors and writers. Many ambitious enterprises are indicated for them. Advertising and publicity will attain the utmost importance from this date, it is foretold, and many periodicals will benefit. Care in signing contracts should be exercised while this configuration pre- valls. Leases should be made with caution at this time when there is a prophesy of dissensions regardéng-rental scales. The transit of Mercury, which will take place next month, is read as pres- aging war clouds. Development of secret armaments and infernal inventions for blotting out life are supposed to be presaged by the transit. Persons whose birth date it is have the forecast of prominence in public affairs and general personal recogni- tion. Children born on that day probably will be sharp-witted and really clever. The subjects of this sign are likely to attain high government positions. (Cobyright. 1027.) ‘Where are the gaudy, crude zin- nias of yesteryear, the sulphurous yellows and henna reds, the smudgy purples and oranges? They have gone the way of horse-hair sofas and Brus- sels carpet and mutton-leg sleeves and side-whiskers, and in_their place, to- day, we have zinnias blooming at this season in shades more delicate and lovely than any rose or chrysanthe. mum can boast Old rose, old gold, ‘Winter-sunset yellow, clear pink, dark pink, dark red, they are the most ethereal and esthetic shades to be found in any Autumn flowers. I would not trade a chrysanthemum, no, nor a dahlia, for the best of our ‘Washington zinnias at any time. For a bouquet that will go in any room, on any table, mix with these pastel-hued zinnias a bit of golden cockscomb, avoiding the majenta and bright orange shades, but including the burnt-orange, if you can get it. Cockscomb, which™ is really a strange freak of a normal flower, having the texture of velvet, and fol- lowing a pattern all its own, will last in water many days, weeks even, and so will zinnias, if the water is changed often. 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