Evening Star Newspaper, September 10, 1928, Page 25

WOMA N'S PAGE - THE EVENING STAR. WASHINGTON. D. (. MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1928.7 Fashion Rules in Favor of Gloves BY MARY Some women will continue to go .gloveless and some women will still be content to carry them—but fashion has distinctly expressed herself in favor of wearing them. A large number of women of fashion prefer for all occa- £lons the least conspicuous of gloves— possibly admiring, but not being in- duced to wear any of the fancy cuffed | gloves which the shops are showing. PULL-ON GLOVES OF BEIGE SUEDE KID ARE WORN WITH BEIGE AND BROWN AFTERNOON ENSEMBLE, WHILE BUTTON GLOVES OF NATURAL - TONED CHAMOIS ARE WORN WITH LESS FORMAL COSTUME. For wear with tailored or sports clothes | they choose the one-button glove of «doeskin, chamois, or kid in light tones of tan, brown or possibly black—for biack gloves are becoming smart as an accessory for gray ensembles. For wear with frocks with closely clinging 8slecves they choose the pull-on glove of MARSHALL. portion to wrinkle slightly as it con- forms to the curve of the wrist, Colored gloves—that is, gloves depart- ing from the conventional gray, beige, cream white, black, tan, etc.—are sel- dom received with any sort of interest by the best dressed women. So that high-priced green or red or bright blue gloves when they are brought forward | as a new fad frequently end by being sold for less than a song on a stock- clearing bargain table. But the new blue gloves are not in this class. In fact, the new blue gloves are quite dark and usually dull in tone and are chosen by many of the best dressed women at present to wear with dark blue ensembles. They are no more “flashy” or extreme than dark blue shoes which have been accepted as above criticism. A fashion revival which, if it be- comes widespread, is bound to cause some anxiety among women who must needs be well dressed on a circum- scribed dress allowance, is the fashion for long gloves with sleeveless evening gowns. The fashion went out during women couldn't afford them. And after the war women continued to go gloveless with evening dress because they found it comfortable and con- venient. But now in every formal evening gathering of very well dressed ‘women you are pretty sure to count at or three pairs of long white them of shoulder Out of tiny bits of ribbon you may make charming posies to use as orna- ments for your dainty pieces of lin- gerie. All you need is a little patience and directions for making them—and if you have the first qualification, then I will be very glad to supply the latter. Just send me a stamped, self-addressed envelope and I will send you instruc- tions for making these little flowers, with a sketch to show how they are worn. (Copyright, 1928.) My Neighbor Says: Before making tea the teapot should always be scalded. Tea should be measured carefully in the proportion of one level tea- spoonful for each cup desired. The boiling water should be poured over the tca and the tea allowed to steep for three min- utes or possibly five. Tea should never be allowed to boil, as this extracts the tannic acid from the leaves in large quantities. Cabbage used for salad is more tender if shredded fine and put into cold water for 30 minutes, then drained and wrapped in a towel until ready to use. Raisins will not stick to a food chopper if the chopper is dipped into hot water before the raisins are put in. Pastry must always be rolled with a light rather than a heavy motion. Rolled in this way the air will not be pressed from it, Pliant kid or doeskin allowing the wrist thus robbing it of its flakines PERSONAL HEALTH SERVICE BY WILLIAM BRADY, M. D. Progress in Minor Surgery. A policy or practice that has been imposed upon me by years of experience is this: I must never send anybody bad news. Rather than do so I'll ignore & question or tell a lie—that is, evade an honest answer by saying I do not know or I am unable to form an opin- fon. Cdupled with this policy, or rather covered by it, is the determination to give no morbid information, or at least to give none promiscuously. O cour: this policy is a flexible one and it never stands in the way when I believe I can do any good by sending bad news or by furnishing morbid information. How- ever, I am sole judge about that. Here is a communication from an anxious mother, and it affords me an opportunity to publish some good news —or at least to give some information which should be good news to this par- ticular mother and to many who share her ideas. She writes: “A week ago Saturday my little girl 4 years old, was hit with a machine and broke her leg and smashed her face. The doctor had to put her leg in ® plaster of paris cast, and Monday he came and took it out of the cast and examined it and squeezed it and pulled it and put it back in the cast. Satur- ‘day morning he came and did the same thing. What I would like to know is whether that is proper treatment. I always thought the leg had to be lelt in the cast once it was put in till it was all healed. Please let me know as sooa @s possible, because he said he would come back later in the week and repeat this treatment . . ."” It may have been the practice in o.d time to put a broken leg in splints or 2 cast and leave it undisturbed for sev- eral weeks. ‘The old-time doctors fancied that the main purpose of splints or plaster cast was to provide a substi- tute rigidty to take the place of the Nowadays the splint or cast is used merely as a support for the muscles and other soft tissues, just as dressings, bandages or other supports are used for various wounds. The purpose of the splint or cast is to provide rest, which favors the healing process. But broken bones treated in the old- fashioned way, that is, by prolongec immobility in splints or casts, had au unfortunate way of healing in an un- satisfactory way, so that prolonged or ceven permanent functional impairment followed the injury. Modern surgery strives to forestall this, and 1 believe the doctor in the case is giving the little patient the best possible treat- ment. Evidently he practices the mod- ern methods. It is generally best to remove a broken limb from splints or cast or other fixed dressing and care- fully massaBe and manipulate it a little every day or two after the first few days. Of course the doctor’s knowledge and judgment guide him in doing this. Such practice, besides assuring more satisfactory outcome of the injury, gives the patient greater comfort, throughout the course of confinement. I know the older doctors used to ap- ply splints and then “bind” them on with bandages that were in many cases uncomfortably tight and sometimes harmfully tight. They meant well, but their knowledge of the pathology was inadequate. The modern surgeon has discarded all such crude methods. Popular notiows about casts are most- 1y based on old-time methods. Plaster of paris splints or casts are often the most comfortable form of dressing avail- able. There is no torture, no ordeal, about wearing such a dressing, though the confinement necessarily has its annoyances. Laymen do well to lay aside their pre- conceived notions about the treatment of broken bones when this emergency broken bone. Modern surgery, however, deals differently with such conditions. oceurs. (Copyright. 1928.) |OUR CHILDREN 5y Augelo Pare Property Rights. Each child ought to have some things that are his own. Even a very young child ought to know his ball and teddy bear as exclusively his own. If any one else wishes to use these belongings he 4s to ask the child's permission before using them. place to keep them. aside as the child's own, or a closet, 2 shelf, a chest, some place somewhere that is recognized as the child’s private possession, is to be provided. No one i5 to take anything out of that place unless the child agrees. The little children are to be taught to keep their things in the place assign- ed for them. That impresses them with the duty of caring for one's property. Possessions bring duties and obligations with them and the sooner children learn that the better. It is difficult to establish ‘the idea of order and care after a child has been accustomed to Jeaving his things strewn about the house. but if the child is to grow into a successful adult he must learn just that lesson. An appreciation of property rights, | h hes the respect for one’s own things, te regard for the property and the ri of others. When a child keeps his own things in order, when he learns to mend them and adapt them to his ust he will have a ward the other person who has things, and let them alone, even help care for them. This early training in the respect and care for things that are owned is one of the best ways to ward off the wvery troublesome phase of child expe- rience—pilfering. No child likes to lose his things to a go-getter without con- science. Nothing irritates a child more than to have another child appropriate his property. The more care he has been trained to bestow upon his own things, the more he has been taught that the things owned by the other members of the family are not to be touched without the owners’ permission, the less chance there is of his helping himself to what he wants from the store of his neighbor. There is a feeling in some families that it is not brotherly or sisterly to preserve property rights, but to eonsider the belongings of one to the possessions of all. That may be a fine idea, but it rarely ends anywhere save in trouble athetic attitude to- | and tears. 1 know a boy who is a painter. He saves all his spare money for colors and brushes and whatever materials his work requires. Every now and then his sister descends upon his workroom and uses his colors, brushes, paper, as she sees fit and leaves them in a hopeless condition. Nothing can be done about it because the mother Along with owning things comes the | says, “Hush, hush. She is your little A drawer set S What harm if she uses a little Much harm to the spirit of |8 ter. paint?” | the boy. | *ro each his own and no borrowing Ask permission to use anything that belongs to another but ge$ along with- out. If that notion is adopted in the household a whole series of difficulties { will vanish. Everyday Law Cases 1 When May Owner Eject Customer From Store? BY THE COUNSELLOR. | After Mr. Booth had purchased a going business he discovered that tie | store was the loitering place of an un- | desirable group of loungers. Desiring to | change the policy of the previous owner |and raise the tone of the business, | Booth requested the undesirables to | stay away from the store. | Johnson, one of them, was obstinate {and persisted in returning. | When several requests failed Booth | grabbed Johnson and, after a tussle, succeeded in putting him out of the place. ’ | Johnson brought suit against Booth | for assault and battery, claiming that | as the store was a place to which the | public was invited, Booth had no right to put him out. | "The court, however, dismissed the ! case, statirg: | “A merchant may withdraw the in- 1 vitation to trade at his place of busi- ! ness from such persons as he may de- sire, and thereafter, if such persons come into his place of business, he may eject them by the use of no more force than is reasonably necessary under the circumstances, if they refuse to leave after notice and a reasongple time in which to do s0.” war times, simply, I suppose, because | The STYLE POST is the marker on the road to being smart. Hollandaise. By a French designer—with a qualm' Dutch girl air and an international | appeal—is the ~poke-turban which presents itself to youth and beauty this Fall High enough on the forehead to show the eyebrows without being flap- | per-esque, it outlines the face to the earline, where it develops sudden little | piquant flaps. It vivaciously mocks dig- | nity without being flippant, and laughs at_sophistication without being over- naive. Today in Washington History BY DONALD A. CRAIG. September 10, 1862.—Gen. McClellan has sent to this city from the Union Army, which is in the field in Maryland, fully 60 wagonloads of knapsacks. This tells of his purpose of divesting his force of every possible encumbrance to rapid marching and effective fighting and that he anticipates both soon. Conflicting reports as to the numbers and exact positions of the Confederates who have crossed the Potomac River into Maryland above Washington con- tinued to be received here almost hourly. The estimates run as high as 100,000 men. The Government and Gen. McClellan are prepared to give a due reception to a force of that size, if it should mate- rialize. Apparently the War Department is inclined to believe that 100,000 Con- federates have crossed the river or are ready to cross at an hour’s notice. Up to noon today no movement of the Confederates in Maryland calculated to develop their numbers was known to the public here. The authorities of Bal- timore are profoundly impressed with a belief that a force under Gen. Stonewall Jackson is gradually moving in the di- rection of their city. In military circles here, mystery still prevails as to the ultimate purpose of Gen. Lee in crossing the Potomac. Lat- est reports indicate that no Confederate force of importance has proceeded far- ther north or west than about 8 miles this side of Hagerstown. Some persons here think that Lee crossed the river merely to obtain provisions and clothing from ~Frederick and other Maryland towns, while others think he intends to turn toward Baltimore and attempt to take that city or cut the railroad be- tween Washington and the North. There is, of course, the possibility that he will invade Pennsylvania or turn south toward Washington. While the plans of Gen. McClellan are naturally being kept secret, it is understood that he is ready to follow Lee and give him battle wherever he goes, and that meantime he will keep the Union Army constantly in position | between Washington and the Confed-| erate Army. If it should be Lee's in- tention to induce McClellan to withdraw | the Union Army from guarding the Na- tional Capital, the Confederate general is apparently doomed to disappointment. Considerable apprehension prevails here in Government circles and among private citizens, and there is hourly ex- pectation of news of a great battle. But business and amusements are proceed- ing in a normal way in the city. Home in Good Taste BY SARA HILAND. The tip-top table, so handy, so at- tractive and so adaptable to various uses, has become a very important piece of furniture in our modern homes. These tables are made with oval, circular, square, oblong or ple-crust tops, and any finish which would be harmonious with your color scheme would be appropriate for the table. The table shown in the sketch is of light walnut, and the top 15 decorated with a hand-painted design. ~The colors in the flowers are soft and rich. Inlay s another favored method of | decoration, and wood so cut that the grain forms a conventional pattern is very delightful for this type of table. Black, red, green or antique yellow sacquer decorated with gold or colored motifs make a finish for a table which would be a welcome addition to the liv- ing_room. If placed with the top tilted at the side of the fireplace, it provides a deco- rative note and is ready for instant service. Is there anything more charm- ing for the 4 o'clock tea hour than the tilt-top table, to help draw out just a little bit of harmless gossip! Lessons in English BY W. L. GORDON. ‘Words often misused: Do not say “He has proven his case to the satisfaction of the court.” Say “He has proved.” Often mispronounced: Maintenance. Pronounce man-te-nans, first a as in “main,” e as in “he,” last as as in “an”; accent first syllable. Often mispelled: Descendant (noun), descendent (adj.). Synonvms: Immortal, eternal, death- less, endless, enduring, continual, im- perishable. Word study: “Use a word three times and it is yours Let us increase our vocabulary by mastering one word each day. Today’s word: Avid; eager, greedy. “Avid curiosity prompted the question.” o Potato Salad De Luxe. Wash and boil two large potatoes until tender. Peel and put through a ricer. To the potatoes add one tea- spoonful of salt, three tablespoonfuls of salad oll or butter, one tablespoonful of vinegar, and one-fourth teaspoonful of onion juice. Beat well and let stand until cool. Shape into small balls and HOLLYWOOD, Calif., September 10. —Few associations in the story of the theater—or rather the story of life, for Charlie Chaplin's history goes beyond I'the confines of the world of make- believe—are as poignant as that which existed between the master ironist and his mother. She was inextricably linked with his glamourous and tragic life along all its winding ways . From the gutters of Lambeth to the luxury of Beveriy Hills the figure of Lily Hawtrey Chaplin loomed against the back drop of his paradoxical existence. The extraordinary devotion which bound them was touchingly evident at the mother’s funeral. A silver-haired man with brooding middle chair of an empty row while a minister read the burial service. Charles Spencer Chaplin, the earth's king of clowns, was taking his farewell Behind him, ranged in a_semi-circle, were a group of men. Studio employes of many years standing, and friends. They made no attempt to hold | back the frank tears that welled into their eyes and rolled down their cheeks. Far in the background stood 4 slender dark woman, Lita Grey Chaplin. Why she came there nobody knows. That she was there, at that final parting be- tween mother and son, is an interesting angle—and a not understandable one— in the life story of a man who has been called “the enigma.” As a young woman, Charlie Chap- lin's mother suffered a mental and nervous_collapse when her husband, a music hall entertainer, died, leaving support. Because of this collapse she died without knowing that the youngest of these boys, Charles Spencer Chaplin, had become the master clown of history. To her he was Charlie of the music halls, who did his turn inimitably with weary feet and a stomach that ecried out for food. The silver screen had the perspective of the stage to her in these late years. But the length of the show troubled her. “They are making my boy work too hard,” she would say: “He can never keep this up——" She was back in the days of the Elephant and Castle, wher her Charlie worked for 18 shillings a week, op- pressed always by the fear that. he would break down under the strain of making the ginny public roar at his antics. ¥ She lived, these last nine years of her stay in_America, in an exquisite home in the San Fernando Valley. The little that he might buy her a bag of pea- nuts or a sweetmeat had grown up. Had grown gray in the service of life— a slave of laughter. The mother did not see the gathering lines about his eyes. To her he was the skinny gamin of the fogs who ducked under the stalls of the London markets with his brother, Syd, to forage for spotted tomatoes and discarded bits of fruit in the bare days of his child- hood. He was the Charlle whose damp tatters she dried and desperately tried to hold together. They had & secret understanding. Halves in everything. When Charlie got his first real job the salary was £4 a week. He took two of them; the other two were sent to his mother. She (William Dean Howells, 1837-1920, was an American_novelist. ~ His most famous book is “The Rise of Silas Lapham.”) It was long past the twilight hour, and it was too late for visitors, when a writer was startled by a ring at his door, in the vicinity of a great maritime city. When he answered the bell he saw an utter stranger on his threshold—a gaunt figure of forlorn and curious smartness towering far above him, that jerked him a nod of the head and asked if Mr. Hapford lived there. The face which the lamplight revenleq was remarkable for a harsh two days growth of beard. and a single bloodshot eye; yet it was not otherwise a sinister countenance, and there was something in the strange presence that appealed and touched. His clothes were tragl- cally cheap, but the stranger’s manner put both his face and his clothes out of mind, and claimed a deeper interest when, being answered that Mr. Hap- ford did not live there, he set his bris- tling lips hard together and sighed heavily. “They told me,” he sald, in a hope- less way, “that he lived on this street, and I've been to every other house. I'm very anxious to find him for I've a daughter living with him, and I want to see her. I've just come home from a two-year voyage, and I find she’s about all there is left of my family.” Somehow—perhaps bs cause he thought he saw material for a good yarn—the writer was moved to ask the man in. The invitation was readily ac- cepted. “My name is Jonathan Tinker,” he sald, “and the girl I want to find is Julia Tinker. You see, I shipped first to Liverpool, and there I heard from my family; and then I shipped again for Hongkong, and after that I never heard a word; I seemed to miss the letters everywhere. This morning, at 4 o'clock, I left my ship as soon as she had hauled into the dock, and hur- ried up home. The house was shut, and not a soul in it and I didn't know what to do, and I sat down on the door- step to wait till the neighbors woke up, to ask them what had become of my family. And the first one come out and told me my wife had been dead a year and a half, and the baby I'd never seen, with her; and one of my boys was dead; and he didn't know where the rest of the children was, but he'd heard two of u‘u- little ones was with a family in the city.” “Pretty rough!” writer. “I hunted about the whole forenoon in the city,” the man went on “and at last I found the children. I'd been gone so long they didn’t know me, and some- how I thought the people they were with weren't overglad I'd turned up. Finally the oldest child told me that Julia was living with a Mr. Hapford, on this street, and I started out here to- night to look her up. If I can find her, I'm all right. I can get the family to- gether, then, and start new.” “It seems rather odd,” mused the writer aloud, “that the neighbors let them break up so, and that they should dll scatter as they did.” “Well, it ain't so curlous as it seems,” was the reply. “There was money_for them at the owners’ all the time; I'd left part of my wages when I sailed; but they didn't know how to get at it, and what could a parcel of chil- dren do? Julia’s a good girl, and when I find her I'm all right.” 1t was a story to attract the sympathy and aid of any human being. The writer, anxious to help, went out with the stranger and together they called at house after house, looking for Mr. Hapford. In vain, for there seemed to have been no such person anywhere in the vicinity. They even looked the name up in a directory, without success. Jonathan Tinker told a sad story of his voyages, of his hard life as second mate, and particularly of one captain who had been a difficult master. ' Finally, seeing that nothing more could be done that night, he said he believed he should g0 down to the vesse! and sleep aboard —if he could sleep. The writer prom- ised to ald him on the morrow." Here was a story to the writer's hand, ready made—a romance of real life! commented the chill. Place each ball on a slice of pickled beet and serve on lettuce with French dressing. He was elated the thought, and chanced to meet y in the night on his way back to his home. Immediately, eyes sat, as if carved in stone, in the | the one woman love that did not fail. of the woman who had given him life. | loyal | her penniless with two small boys to| clown who had jigged in the sawdust | of many a London pub to earn tuppence | MOVIES 'AND MOVIE PEOPLE BY MOLLY MERRICK. had sat, when he was a _tot, depending because of her physical condition on what he could forage for her, with her face pressed to the grimy panes of such shelter as they could manage, watching for his return. Stark roof-trees these, furnished by the poverty-hunted people they knew in those days. And that picture of the cobwebbed crookedness of Lambeth was etched ineffaceably upon her memory. There are chapters in Charlie Chap- lin's life that Mave not been written. Some will never be written during his lifetime. A biography was done and Chaplin bought it, to keep it from pub- lication. A man wants some things for his own, even though that man may belong to the world. Charlie Chaplin found in his mother Two marriages had been disastrous. Perhaps eyes that have seen so much of human misery cannot take in the pic- ture of happiness, or a nature that has battled deep troubled waters cannot stay resistless on the smooth sands. He had fought to do so valiantly. Neither Mildred Harris nor Lita Grey could plumb the dark hinterland of his soul. Onl§ the mother who had shared that darkness with him until she could no longer see the sun. Somewhere abroad Charlie's half- brother Syd is making a picture. There have been bitter quarrels between the men, for they are diametrically opposite so far as temperament goes. The bond of brotherhood has been strained often, but never completely snapped. Charles Chaplin cannot forget the half-brother who came home from a cruise as stew- ard on an Australian and South African run and took him in charge—had he unkempt hair which had grown down to Charlie’s shoulders cleaned and clip- pel:l‘k bought him clothes and got him work. From that first regular job Charlie Chaplin has gone right on up the ladder. He has never failed when standing before a throng of people waiting to be entertained. At 12, with a cane and a bandanna, he imitated Bransby Williams as the grandfather in “The Old Curiosity Shop,” crooning over Little Nell. Sheer pathos. But sheer pathos explains all of Chaplin's comedy. His laughter is always laid along the shadow line of tears. He has a great yellow stucco mansion in the Beverly Hills, Notables the world over have been honored to sft at his table. The power of fame and millions is his. But the pictures he makes—and spends endless time and money in the making—are in the fore- front of his consclousness always. The men who have participated in their making are his best friends. The one woman who never failed him has passed. She was the dom- inant figure of his childhood. She and that grisly London of the poor—fog- soaked and sodden in its hopeless squalor. Sometimes Chaplin sits for hours studying etchings and prints of those grimy, crooked ways. To him and his mother these prints were cov- ered with a strange beauty. So mother and son held hands and talked over the old days—days she understood and remembered. ‘This issa hitherto unpublished chap- ter in the story of the king of clowns. A chapter to be handled reverently, for the spangles of this jester’s motley all too often have been the bright prismatic glint of tears. (Copyright. 1028. by North American News- paver Alliance.) WORLD FAMOUS STORIES A ROMANCE OF REAL LIFE BY WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS hardly t;unklng of the uselessness of it, asked: “Do you happen to know anybody on this street by the name of Hapford?” “Why, no, not in this town,” said the boy; but he added that there was a street by the same name in a neighbor- ing suburb, and a Hapford living on it. “By Jove!” thought the writer, “this is more like fiction than ever!” Next day, early, hoping to find Julia Tinker and be able to surprise Jonathan Tinker with the good news, the writer went to seek the Hapford living on the street of the same name in the nearby town. The sweetness of singing birds made the writer's heart light as he climbed the hill and rang at Mr. Hap- ford's door. - The door was opened by a young girl of 15 or 16, whom he knew at a glance for the second mate’s daughter, but of whom, form's sake, he asked if there were a girl named Julia Tinker living there. “My name’s Julia Tinker,” answered the maid, who had rather a disappoint- ing face. “Well,” said the writer, “your father’s got back from his Hongkong voyage.” “Hongkong voyage?” echoed the girl, with a stare of helpless inquiry, but no other visible emotion. “Yes, He had never heard of your mother’s death. He came home yester- day morning, and was looking for you all day.” Julia Tinker remained open-mouthed but mute; and the other was puazled at the want of feeling shown. “Perhaps there's some mistake,” he said. “There must be” answered Julia. “My father hasn't befin t;)'?ln torhl good many years. y father,” she added, with a diffidence indescribably mingled with a sense of distinction, “is in State's Prison. What kind of look- ing man was this?” * The writer mechanically described him. 5 Julia Tinker broké into a loud, hoarse laugh. “Yes, it's him, sure enough.” And then, as if the joke were too good to keep: *Mrs. Hapford, father's got out. Do come here!” she called into a back room. When Mrs. Hapford appeared, Julia fell back, and, having deftly caught a fly on the doorpost, occupied herself in piucking it to pleces while she listened to the conversation of the others. “It’s all true enough,” said Mrs. Hap- ford, when the writer had recounted the moving story of Jonathan Tinker, “so far as the death of his wife and baby goes. But he hasn't been to sea for 'a good many years and he must have just come out of State’s Prison, where he was put for bigamy. There’s always two sides {o & story, you know; but they say he broke his first wife's heart, and she died. His friends don't want him to find his children, and this girl especiaily.” “He's found his children in the city,” said the writer, gloomily, being at a loss what to do or say, in view of the wreck of his romance. “Oh, he's found 'em, has he?” cried Julia. “Phen he’ll have me next, it I don’t pack and go."” “I'm very, very sorry,” said the writer, secretly resolved never to do another good deed, no matter how temptingly the opportunity-presented it- self, “but you may be sure he won't find out from me where you are. Of course, I had no earthly reason for supposing his story was not true.” “Of course,” said the kind-hearted Mrs. Hapford, mingling a drop of honey with the gall in the writer's soul, “you only did your duty.” As for Jonathan Tinker—he failed to reappear according to appointment, thus adding the final and most agree- able charm to the whole affair, and completing the mystery from which the man emerged and which swallowed him up again. Pickled Mushrooms, Peel some young mushrooms, sprinkle with a little salt and pepper and put into & saucepan with a blade of mace. Set over a gentle fire and as the juice runs from them shake them well in the pan. Keep them over the fire until all the juice is dried into them again, shak- ing frequently to prevent burning. Now put,as much good cider vinegar into the pan as will just cover them. When it comes to a boi!, -seal at once into glass jars and keep in a cool, dark, dry place. “You hear folks say this must be a good year for the auto business, an® I notice quite a turnover in cars.” SUB ROSA BY MIML Trouble-Makers. ‘When one says to one’s self “Trouble- maker,” one conjures up a mental pic- ture—that of a cranky old woman with rather a pointed chin and decidedly untidy hair, one skinny claw raised to conceal the fact that she’s whispering unpleasant things about her neighbors. We've come very. much to associate the term “trouble-maker” with a certain type of disagreeable-looking female and so_we avoid that type. We don’t honestly look for trouble in some attractive people. For instance, we don't for one minute suspect that the tall, good-looking man who has been introduced to us at a dance could pos- FEATUREST sibly be a trouble-maker. He's so big and attractive, and he dances so well! ‘What trouble could he possibly make? He seems awfully interested in us and our friends—mentions casually that hes just met Dorothy, one of the girls in our crowd. And we say breathlessly: “Isn't she pretty?” And he says guar edly. “Oh, I don’t know! Guess she’s not my type, really. Don’t like that sort of girl—do you?” And we remember suddenly that Dot's been pretty catty about us and we say, “Well, I've had a little trouble with her, but still I'm her friend.” And he says in astonishment: “Oh, you are? I'm sorry. I never dreamed. Somethl.ni.she said made me think—’ Well, that is all we need to set us off. So Dorothy's been catty about us to this stunning man, has she? We tell him what we think of her, and we tease him to repeat what she said about us. And he refuses, and goes away smiling mischievously. Will you believe me, we never for one minute think he's a trouble-maker, even though Dorothy is ;‘)retty cool to us after that for several weeks. No, and the young married girl doesn’t watch out for trouble-makers. It wouldn't occur to her for one minute that her own- dear mother was a trou- ble-maker. ‘Why, her mother just wants to make her happy. And when she says, wist- fully: “Dear Doris, I just hate to see you working like this; couldn't you have a little more freedom and leisure>” Doris is touched by her mother's anxlety. But she says quite bravely, “Oh, Andy hasn't enough money now, you know!"” “But, goodness, he's got enough for his car, hasn't he?" ~The mother’s tone is sweet and gently chiding. Doris says, “Oh, well, he's got to have his car!” and there is a silence. After which Doris’ brain begins to work overtime, and she can’t think of a rea- son in the world why Andy should have a car and she should work so hard. In the end, she forgets entirely that it was partly her suggestion that caused her husband to buy a car at all—and she works herself up into a mighty rage of self-pity, under the gentle goad- ing of her best friend, and, incidentally, one of her worst trouble-makers. Oh, we've got to watch out for the trouble-makers _everywhere in the world—the people who can't let well enough alone—the folks who must have a finger in every ple, just to see if they can dish up something a little un- pleasant! Not really malicious, any of them, you wnow—just people whose curiosity takes an unpleasant turn—people who criticize and fuss sometimes to hear themselves talk. They may be our most attractive friends—they may be talented and charming and witty—but if they be them. At least, don’t let yourself be swayed by their insinuations. (Copyright. 1928 Mimi will be glad to answer any inquiries directed to this paper, provided s stamped. addressed envelope s inclosed. A Sermon for Today BY BEV. JOHN R. GUNN. Moral Failures. Text: “He that covereth his sins shall not prosper: but whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall have mercy."— Prov., xxviii:13. “The foolish make of their moral fallures graves wherein they bury all their highest hopes.” “The wise make of their moral fail- ures ladders by which.they climb to- wards heaven.” These two statements recently came to my attention and impressed me. All about me I see these two things tak- ing place in the experiences of men. 1 see men falling into all sorts of moral faflures. Some fall with their faces downward and never get up again. They lose heart and make no effort to come back to the better way. They be- come discouraged with themselves, dis- couraged in business, discouraged with everything. And in their discourage- ment they abandon all hope for them- selves and all the hopes they had in every direction. Others fall but fall with their faces upward. They fall faced towards God, a better life, and better things. They fall faced away from the evil that has thrown them. Rising from their downfall with re- newed hope and courage, they make of their failures stepping stones upon which they climb to higher manhood, higher purposes and higher usefulness. It you have made a moral failure, do not be so_foolish to think that it is final. Do not get out of heart about it. Be not as the foolish who “make of their moral failures graves wherein they bury all their highest hopes.”” Be- leve that you can get up again. Be as the wise who “make of their moral fallures ladders by which they climb to- wards heaven " “Who is sufficient for these things?” Not you in yourself, else you would not have fallen. But remember there is One able to make you more than a conqueror. 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