Evening Star Newspaper, May 6, 1933, Page 17

MAGAZ INE PAGE. SPRINGTIME BY D. C. May Mornings. HE best minute of the year, to some, of us, is a fine May morn- ing. around 6 o'clock. Groan at such early rising if you like, but you will miss the best, if you're slug-abed at that time. Distorting rowning, I would say: “Get, up along o’ me. The best is now to see!” You step out of your door, and at once the choir of heaven begins to chant. When little birds rejoice, then every day is like Easter morning. And | at this time of year every songster in field or forest. or your own lot and plot, is singing. This is the moment when the entire chorus of our songbirds may | be heard—always providing you are out before 7. At that hour there comes an adjournment for breakfast in the feathered opera troupe, and there is also apparently something of an inter- mission for digestion. When the last car, bus, train and trolley has roared and clanged away in the distance, bearing the toilers to their | chains in offices, the birds appear re- | lieved and sing again. But less joy- fully, I always think, and perhaps there PEATTIE. sparrow citters. But many bird voices are little heard sfter the first enchanted hours, which were significautly John Burroughs' favorite. Then it is that the spider web is hung with diamonds and the star dust is still fresh upon the butterfly’s wing, and the chewink trills and warblers re- lease their rapture. The loudest and gladdest bird voices of early morning around Washington are those of the meadow lark, the two orioles, the chewink, song sparrow, the two tanagers, the catbird, cardinals, brown thrashes, the two common wrens, the bobolink, the numerous thrushes, the bluebirds, robbins, flickers and blue- jays. ‘These singers will account for practically every bird note in the joyful forest that can make itself heard. Other birds are either rare or their voices are light, high and poor in carrying power. Only by going into the deep woods or out on the marshes list materially. A few singers like the whitethroat sparrow are already, most of them, de- parted, or, like the red-winged black- birds and grackles, they have fallen silent except in a few cases where in- dividuals are still courting. The cuckoos is something a bit humdrum about a bird’s midmorning also. The cardinal, to be sure, still whoops, and the seng ' have as yet scarcely raised their voices, |and the whip-poor-will still holds his tongue. A WASHINGTON DAYBOOK BY HERBERT PLUMMER. ‘HE Democratic landslide of last No- | i vember swept into Congress for the | *new deal” administration a widely as- | ported group of men, among Whom was | & minister of the gospel. | Henry E. Stubbs of California stepped from his pulpit in the Chris- tian Church at Santa Maria. joined his wife and son in an automobile waiting outside, and began the mo- tor trip to Wash- ington to take his scat in the 73d Congress as _the only active minis- ter representative in that tody. Stubbs, called “pPat” by his friends. had been preaching for more than 25 years. When the State was _redistricted, enough was chis- eled from two other congressional dis-| tricts to form the new tenth. “I threw a prayer book and a hat nto the political ring,” says Mr. Stubbs, “and emerged a victorious Dem- handedly and with a very slender purse. Before he ever thought of running for public office, he had laid the founda- tion for an appeal to the voters. Alongside his church in Santa Maria he built an improvised soup kitchen. He and his wife fed more than 5,000 hungry men at their establishment. As evidence of just how slim his purse was during the campaign, at one time he started on an automobile journey to Bakersfigld. After driving for hours, he slept in his car rather than pay the cost of a hotel room. He is a native of Texas, and, in- cidentally, Stubbs, McClintic, a member of the House from Oklahoma, and Senator Bratton of New Mexico were born and reared within 15 miles of one another. His district comprises five counties. One of these counties is larger than the four Eastern States of Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Connecficut and Dela- ware. The district stretches from the Sierras to the Pacific Ocean. An enormous borax mine and the famous naval petroleum reserves are located there. He hasn’t had much to say on the ! floor of the House as yet, but has served notice that he is out to obtain an may one vary this | flin | | | embargo on the importation of foreign | Everyday Psychology feel that way when “they are . Dxielhnmflmo‘gy:ckmhm— and more. Habits demand at- tention. If the world of reality does not yield satisfaction, then theory must. The unknown and unknowabie has always been the mother of theury. The science of physics has always been baf- g. ‘The more one knows about it the less certain one feels about its premises. As a Elhyndn, Sir Oliver has gone deeply into the question of the definition of matter. So far as I know, only the amateurs in that science understand what matter is. When physicists tell .us that matter is not substance, but energy, the door to mysticism has opened. And Sir Oliver, I fancy, has stepped inside its portal— the portal of something more ultimate than anything his laboratory is able to control. If Sir Oliver as scientist had been a biologist instead of a physicist, he might have found it more difficult to feel that he had communi- cated with the spirit of his son Ray- mond, or to have fancied he saw “wall shadows,” or to have heard from the “choir invisible.” (Copyright, 1938.) SONNYSAYINGS BY FANNY Y. CORY. MODES= OF THE MOMENT 9 DOROTHY DIX’S LETTER BOX EAR MISS DIX—I am engaged to & man who is all that my dreams could desire, except that he has very advanced ideas about women. He says that all women should be chloroformed at 40, as they develop into naggers or go in for frills and furbe- lows, neglecting their husbands or affecting an air of superiority, supposedly because of their finer spiritual instincts, assumed for reasons of their own. He declares that women are totally unfit to train and dis- cipline children. Further, he says women are overrated in this country and that we are fast becoming a race of sissles and ill-mannered boors because of women's dominating influence. I don't see how I couid ever let this man go out of my life, and we are happy together, except when we stay at home and get toe talking. What shall I do? GRACE. ANSWER: If you marry this man you will certainly need to develop your funnybone, because it will require a robust sense of humor to be able to laugh off his alleged opinions of your sex. And perhaps you are not very fond of jokes. Few of us enjoy them when they are on ourselves, or about something that we hold dear and precious. But evidently your NATURE’S CHILDREN “TuPELD- at their best. When they are in bloom in June and July, they are visited by millions of honey bees. The nectar-filled blossoms yield & superfor grade of sweet, and the honey sells for a higher price because is has the virtue of not gran- By P. HAL SIM Responding to Ove No Trump, N discussing the ‘procedure of the Fana - with 5-4-4-0 tion, T to add that when the sut is a major suit sons for i five-¢ i £ gk, h E g H trumps, z ; i § i i k b E i it By 2 E & £ . 3 I T LT b gi £ iy sfich § aEagg EB g2 g ‘a under immediate control and a minor suit lead will help in the play. JOLLY POLLY ulating. In May the tupelo is charming, with its long, leathery leaves, glossy above and fuzzy beneath. The flowers fol- low. Their dangling clusters are yel- | ‘The | lowish-brown and very fragrant. bark of the tree is rough, dark gray and broken into many plates. The twigs are a lovely green to orange and often cov- ered with a fairly-like down. In the Autumn, when the fruit is ripe, it is a blue-black and very splcy. ‘The birds flock to the trees and never leave until every berry is consumed. They scatter the seeds afar, and 80 the tupelo spreads her family. By October the ground beneath the tree is covered with a deep, mossy car- pet, and later the leaves that remain. on the tree turn an exquisite red. At this time the tree is, indeed, a thing of beauty and holds its own as a glowing pillar of flame among the yellows of the ash and hickory. Branches may be taken into the house, where they will remain in good condition for weeks. (Copyright, 1933.) | —— ! A Lesson in Etiquette. BY JOS. J. FRISCH. | D. C. B—Wedding gifts should, Oy W_sppearing ‘worst, dependent on a finesse. $4qv ‘This hand, played in s team of four match, stresses the point I have had " occasion to-mention in the last few articles dealing with hands of abnormal composition—make unusual bids only on strong resourceful hands capable of development ong several different " lines. Drop e bidding quickly on weak hands when your partner is not co-operating favorably. East dealt and passed. South also ’:Il.sud and West bid one heart—the least undesirable bid on a hand which certainly must not be passed in third | position. North passed, with happy ex- | pectations, and East rightly bid one | Do trump. South passed and where West had the good sense to do like- wise, he deservedly got the best re- sult. North doubled, all passed, and West is down only 200, helpea by a - | club opening as North waited for the hearts to be led to him. Disaster oc- curred when West judged it advisable to rebid his hand by naming another hopeless suit—two clubs., North doubles | and the penalty is 400. Actually North | and South can make three no trumps | by perfect play, but it would be al- | most_impossible for them to bid it ra- tionally. At some tables North hastily dia; the opening bid as a psychic and bid two hearts instead of doubling or await- ing independent action by his partner. ‘This unjudicious move landed them in three diamonds, partner being obviously unable to picture the heart situation. ‘Two hearts can be made with 100 honors, but the available penalties are far more productive. The players who conjured two bids of suits out of the West hand, the se: ond one after a sign-off, have ce tainly got the better of their life in- | surance companies. The North players who bid two hearts over West's open- ing bid in that suit perhaps wished | whenever possible, be acknowledged with | to prove to old and young alike that a note of thanks the day they are re- Santa Claus is not a myth. ceivt | (Copyright, 1933.) produced oil and to advance the State- | wide water program in California, which | provides for a $160,000,000 irrigation | :r:\ rat in a normally Republican terri- This tall, dark-haired preacher claims | l::,\e!h:htfl 11: lp(;flflnlz you, for he nhnnmmt:}llzeg‘t man, ..n‘:‘n: man . above the class of a low-| le moron has the view ‘women t] e T o WITTY KITTY that he won his election almost single- | project through the assistance of a | loan. Federal UNCLE RAY’S CORNER OW does 1t feel to be walking, around in the midst of the lovely month of May? Some- times, to be sure, May gives us a day or two not up to the highest standard. but this is in general 2 month of such fine weather that it deserves to rank as one of the best in the year. ' During these long past years, our hearts have been sad because of the troubles through which we have been going. Tt has been like a long, long Winter with blizzards and hardships wherever we turn our gaze. Even | though we may not have been subject in our own private lives to the bitter sting of the winds, our spirits could not rise to such great heights because of the suffering of our fellow men. Now that we have come to the glory of another Springtime, we find people: more cheerful than they have been be- fore. The ills of the past have not been cured completely, but we have reason to believe that some are being mended. There is, alas, no magic wand which 2 person could use to banish the de-| Ppression all at once, but we can work | together, we can holp one another, we an think of ways and means to avold | %rh happenings in the future. If we | 0 that, we shall be performing “our bit” for the world. The old story about ostriches- hiding $heir heads in the sand to keep from # My Neighbor Says: Fruit stains may be removed from the hands by rubbing them with a ripe tomato or the juice of a lemon seeing pursuing enemies, seems to be just & myth, but even so, there is an 'idea in the story. We cannot save our- selves by hiding troubles from our eyes. On the other hand, we must remem- ber that the economic side of the world is not the only side. The fresh pure air of Spring is here for us to breathe. The stars of night are here for us to see. The flowers of May await us as we stroll through the woods, and the songs of birds give music to our ears. ‘This Spring. this very month of May, I hope you will go forth to find the joys which nature always has in store for the children of earth. UNCLE RAY. Use this coupon to join the Uncle Ray Scrapbook Club! To Uncle Ray. Care of The Evening Star, Washington, D. C. Dear Uncle Ray—I want to join the 1933 Uncle Ray Scrapbook Club, and I inclose a stamped en- velope carefully addressed to my- self. Please send me a Member- ship Certificate, a leaflet telling how to make a Corner scrapbook of my own, and a printed design to paste on the cover of my State or Province....ceeesnecens L ‘Why does you wear a screen? They ain't no files- (Copyright, 1838.) How it Started BY JEAN NEWTON. “Silk Purse of Sow’s Ear.” To try to make a silk purse out of & sow's ear is manifestly attempting the impossible. The expression is a one in modern speech, but it has some- thing of the color of an earlier day. And it harks back to an earlier day. The affirmation that ““You can’t make » silk purse out of a sow’s ear” we owe to the well known “Peter Pindar,” its source his “Lord B. and His Motions, its date about 1800! “Peter Pinda was the pseudonym of Dr. John Wolcot. (Copyri; 1933.) To Remove Oil. To remove car ofl from s cement driveway and garage floor use the old naphtha which you have used for cleaning silk clothing, or use fresh naphtha cleaning fluld. It will take off | all the ugly ‘%w' if you scrub with a ‘broom or brus The Old Gardener Says: Garden makers who are fond of cosmos may have a long sea- son by early and late flowering kinds. Even in the North it is possible to have an abundance of bloom in August by obtaining seeds of early va- rieties. There is even a minia- ture form. which grows only 18 You say his ideas about women are “terribly advanced.” Why, my dear, they are positively antediluvian. Contempt for women went out of fashion hundreds of years ago, and no modern man is so brainless and stupid as to think of women as only dolls to be played with, or slaves to serve him. WOM!N do their share of the world’s work, and there would be a pretty howdydo if your boy friend’s scheme for chloroforming all of the women of 40 should be carried out and we should wake up some morning and find nothing in the feminine line left but the flappers. No highly efficient middle-aged secretaries in offices who knew more about the busi- ness than the president; no suave, diplomatic, experienced saleswomen who know what you want to buy better than you do yourself and can break down anybody’s sales resistance; no experienced teachers and heads of departments; no cooks who have just to wave their hands over the pots to put magic in them: no wise, middle-aged wives who know how to han- dle a husband with gloves and who can manage a househcld so that it runs on greased skids; no mothers, no grandmothers. ‘What a bleak, blank, colorless, chaotic world it would be if there were no women of 40 running things! To say that all women at middle age develop into naggers or fanatics is such nonsense and so untrue that the charge is not worth refuting. Quite the contrary is the case. for it takes s woman half a lifetime to acquire sportsmanship and tolerance and adroitness in sidestepping the peculiarities of people instead of bumping into them. TAKING them by and large, middle-aged women are much easier to get along with than young ones because it takes experience to teach us that 50 many that we once thought important are not important at all, and that other people have as much right to their opinions as we have to ours. It is only brides who try to make over their husbands and nag them about their faults. By the time a woman is 40 she has seen that it is futile to attempt to change a man and, anyway, if he gets any pleasure out of doing his own way, let him do it. A stout -lady is no harder on the eyes than a bay-windowed and bald- headed gentleman. On an average, the middle-aged woman is as intelli- gent as the middle-aged man and she reads more, belongs to more cul- tural clubs and goes to hear better music than he does. And she is gen- erally as amiable and easy to get along with. As to whether women are fit to bring up children or not—well, they have done it for a good many thousands of years and they seem to have made a fairly good job of it. i DOROTHY DIX. . D!AR DOROTHY DIX—I am married to the best man a woman ever hed. Our home life has been wonderful until two yvears ago. when She is 74 years old and childish, and has just upset everything and made us as miserable as we were happy before. My husband says that he cannot live in a house where there is so much friction as there is in ours, but my duty is strong toward my mother and my mother came to live with us. The girl chum says motorists would have more luck passing red lights if the brakes didn't squeal. (Copyrisht, 1933.) Lemon Meringue Pie. One-half cup flour, 1 cup sugar, 1'2 cups boiling water, 2 eggs, 1 hblfipoon; butter, grated rind of 1 lemon, 3 table- spoons lemon juice, 4 to 6 tablespoons powdered sugar. Mix the flour and sugar, add the boiling water slowly, and boil ifive minutes, stirring constantly. Cook over boiling water 10 minutes, stir- ring occasionally. Beat the yolks of the eggs and add to them the cooked i~ ture. Return to boiler and add the but- ter, lemon juice and rind and cook un- til mixture thickens. Cool and fill the baked crust. made by beating the whites of eggs and adding the powdered sugar. Brown in a slow oven (300 degrees Fahrenheit) | Cover with a meringue | | | | | | | Ospreys Are Willing. Politeness is of little cost While 1 much is gained_there's nothing lost —Mrs. Creaker the Grackle. REAKER THE GRACKLE had begun to think that Mrs. Crea- ker was crazy. She had just informed him that this year they would have their home in the Osprey Apartments, and that didn't | mean & think to Creaker. | “My dear,” said he, “youll have to talk sense if you want me to understand what you are talking about. Who ever heard of the Osprey Apartments?” | Mrs. Creaker's eyes twinkled. “You | have now,” said she sweetly. “There sitting on the edge. “But that is nothing but a nest,” pro- | tested Creaker. Mrs. Creaker nodded. “Quite true,” said she. “That is all it is now, just | one great big nest, but when we get through there will be two nests there | and I would not be at all surprised if there were more. So I called it the Osprey Apartments, Can you think of a better name?” “No,” replied Creaker. “The name is all right, but I think you are joking. What do you mean by saying thgt there will be two nests there and perhaps more?” | “Just that,” replied Mrs. Creaker. “While Plunger and Mrs. Plunger were off fishing I looked that nest all over. There are several places among those sticks that nest is built of in which we could build a nest. The next time the Plungers are away we'll go over and decide just where to build.” Creaker looked horrified. He was sure now that Mrs, Creaker was crazy. “But the Plungers are members of the BEDTIME STORIE By Thornton W. Burgess. out,” replied Mrs. Creaker. “I am going to ask them.” Creaker shook his head doubtfully. He still thought Mrs. Creaker crazy. If she suspected this she made no sign. She left him and flew over to a tree close to the nest on the edge of which Mrs. Plunger was sitting. “Good morning, Mrs. Plunger,” said Mrs. Creaker in her most polite manner. “Are you going to use this splendid great nest again this year!” “Good morning, Mrs. Creaker,” said she. “Of course we will use this nest again. We already have made some repairs and have added to it. When we are through it will be better than s new one. I never was much for new | they are right up there with Mrs. OSPTey | things. T st Creaker sighed. “I've admired this nest for a long time,” she said. “It is the biggest and finest nest in all the I want to do what is right. Sometimes I am desperate. Please help me ‘with your advice. A. R. D, Answer: If you can possibly afford it, put your mother to board in some place where she will be well taken care of. There are laces that make a specialty of catering to old people who are trouble-makers in the homes of their children. FI'HE Mexicans have & proverb that says, “Strangers’ bread makes polite children,” and it applies equally to these old people who are i thelr second childhood. They conform to the rules of a house in which they are as they will not do in their children’s homes, and accept a dis- line that they would rebel at if their children tried to enforce #. companionship with those on their own mental plane and are off in every way than they would be with their children. vauuwmflmnpmur.wdmflmmuym or making almost any financial sacrifice to have your home left in peace your happy relationship with your husband maintained. For no anguish is greater than that suffered by & woman who knows that her good, fine husband is being made miserable and driven out of his home by her mother. It makes her feel that she has brought undeserved trouble upon him. course, if you have not the-money to provide for your mother outside of your home there is nothing you can do but just to bear with her with pity and patience. There is no earthly chance of changing her and no good comes of arguing with her. or reproaching her for what she does. The habits of a lifetime of nagging or interf or querulous fault- finding cannot be broken. No problem is so unsolvable as what to do with an old father or Mthe: who Ii-; firebrand in his or her children’s homes. One can only d those who have to endure them. pity both the poor old people an =i s (Copyright, 1933.) : GOOD TASTE TODAY BY EMILY POST. Famous Authority on Etiquette. (Copyright, 1833.) . When washing cotton dresses always put salt into the water to prevent the colors frém running, one tablespoonful to every quart of water. To brighten the colors, add vinegar to the rinsing water, one tablespoonful to every quart. After cleaning brass, rub with a cloth dipped in petroleum oint- ment and polish with a dry cloth, | In laundering blouses with frills | the pleats may be kept looking new if basted onto a piece of cheesecloth. This holds the pleats in position. Do not remove the cheesecloth until the frill is thor- oughly dry. (Copyright, 1933.) inches high and flowers very early. It is called Miniature Golden, and the star-like flowers are rich yellow in color. Klon- dyke is a variety often adver- tised, but it is not recommended to garden makers in the North because it requires a very long season. From Philadelphia south it will bloom freely in the Dm ground late in the Summer, Northern gardeners can enjoy it only by the seeds in pots, which are in the ground during the Summer and taken into the house when Autumn comes. (Copyrisht. 1933.) sbout 15 minutes. Hawk family!” he cried. “That is just the idea,” retorted Mrs. Creaker calmly. “Did you ever hear of either of them trying to catch any o\ | their smaller neighbors>" “No-o0,” confessed Creaker. | | “Ot course you never have heard of Green Forest. I envy you. Of course such a thing for the very good reason Creaker and I couldn't use the whole of that they never do such things.” replied Such & great nest ourselves, but I've Mrs, Creaker. “But I have noticed that | Often thought how nice it would be to they are never bothered by any of their have a little apartment in it, say down relatives or by any of the Owl Family. | in the lower part where we would be They are so hig that every one respects | Quite out of your way vet have you for them. Can you imagine any one trying | nelghbors. We should be so comfort- to steal their eggs or harm their babies? | ble and feel so safe.” Can you imagine such & thing? I ask| “Well, why not try it if you want to,” you.” replied Mrs. Plunger good naturedly. “T . “No-0,” said Creaker again. have no objections and I am sure Plun- “Of course you can't!” replied Mrs. ger has none.” Creaker triumphantly. “And if our nest “Oh, thank you, dear Mrs. Plunger! is built into their nests no one is going Thank you so much!” cried Mrs, Crea=- to bother us.” ker all aflutter with excitement. “It is “But perhaps they won't like it,” ven- ever so good of you. You don't know r Creaker. | how happy you have made me.” “That is what I am going to find| (Copyright, 1033.) AMAZE A MINUTE SCIENTIFACTS—BY ARNOLD Bean Stew. Two cups dried beans, water. 3 pound salt pork, pepper, salt to taste| | (depending on saltiness of pork), | chopped onion, celery or green pepper | it desired. Soak the beans overnight in cold water to cover. In the morning add 3 cups of water, the salt pork and seasoning. Let simmer for an hour or |until the beans are tender. If more water is needed it should be hot when added. ‘The beans may be cooked without previous soaking, but twice as long will be required. If cooked in a covered vessel slightly less time is re- quired and the stew will have & stronger bean flavor. > “GOOD MORNING, MRS. PLUNGER.” SAID MRS. CREAKER IN HER MENU FOR A DAY. MOST POLITE MANNER. BREAKFAST. Grapefruit. eal with Cream. Beef with Eggs. Popovers. Chicken Salad. Finger Rolls. ©Garamel Bavarian Cream. suve'lr_ Cake. UTOMOBILES RUN ON SUGAR = PowpDERED SUGAR yolks, then slowly sift in the flour 50 as to make a smooth batter. Just before putting into the pans fold in lightly the beaten whites. Bake in & emgen 30 minutes. HAS BEEN DEVELOPED ORANGE PUDDING. * JO RUN AUTOMOBILES, Put one cup milk in double wives, It is all very well to have a good When hot add & beaten time, to have plenty of partners and “boy friends,” but against & girl who has no girl friends there are reactions to which even boys are very sensitive. Young People. EAR MRS. POST—I won- der—does it make much | difference whether a girl is HYDROGEN SUN - * 0 9070 95% OF THE SUN'S ATOMS ARE BELIEVED 1O BE ATOMS OF HYDROGEN. S N i : i : T g 2 § iz P 8 3 g il tieh ‘ SPRING DOESN'T BESIN OFFALLY MY OUR NEIGHBORHOOD UNTIL ERNIE PLUMER MAKES HIS ANNORL ANNOUNCEMENT To HIS WIFE_ THAT HE'S 60ING To GIE UP GOLF TRI5 YEAR AND DEVOTE HIMSELF TO 6ARDENING. FALL STARTS WHEN HE BEGINS EXPLANING WHY HE NEVER GOT AROUND TO STARTING HIS GARDEN (Copyright, 1933, by The Bell Syndicate, Inc.) HALF wWiINGS - ‘Buas, STRICTLY SPEAK- ING, MEAN INSECTS BELONG| ING TO ORDER OF HEMIPTERA ONLY, CALLED HALF-WINGS i g H Exn 8 il s% =#83 = E) » & é B s;g iz it 5 g % i gi’ § L £ g g