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N BY BARBARA BELL. OR one of your house dresses | you could find no better de- sign than the practical frock shown in the sketch. As in all cotton wash frocks, the lines are managed in a way that makes for the easiest kind of laundry work. The back is cut in two pieces and the front in three. Darts give the waistline a trim fit and insure ease. The lower skirt is two gores, slightly flared. Collars and cuffs are a favorite decoration on this season’s frocks. The ones featured here are of sheer organdie, trimmed with straight rows of rick-rack. A different color for | being used IAGAZINE PAGE. white, Danube blue and other vibrant shades. Solid ginghams in pastel colors are extensively, with sheer lingerie touches at the neck and on the sleeves. The new pinks are ultra- smart, and so are the clear yellows and medium blues, and all the hya- cinth shades. Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1409-B is designed in sizes 34, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48 and 50. Size 36 requires 31, yards of 36-inch material (short sleeves, as sketched); long sleeves, 141 yards of 36-inch, 3!, yards of rick-rack. Every Barbara Bell pattern includes an illustrated instruction guide which is easy to follow. each row is a popular way of using this attractive trimming, or one solid color, matching the motif in the print, may be used. Wash materials have never been lovelier than this year. Many-colored effects are popular, and so are prints | BARBARA BELL, WASHINGTON STAR. in coins for Sizeicves Inclose 25 cents Pattern No. 1409-B limited to two colors, as in this dress, which is navy and white, with navy | rick-rack and buttons, and collar and cuffs of white. Similar color schemes can be worked up in red and white, black and white, Kelly green and Name . Address .......... (Wrap coins securt v in paper.) CHAPTER XXIIL EXPLOSION. UBRIZ and Montana stood again in the bed room of the general, and the bandit wasted one moment to say to his friend: “There is your lesson! If you must have women, give them your hand— but only with gold in it. Give trust to them and you give it to the wind!” | “We have work to do,” sald the Kid through his teeth. And he went straight for the closet in which they had found the safe of Ignacio Estrada. The teeth of Mon- | tana were still set hard and some- thing that was not quite a smile kept lifting his lip a trifle ‘When they were inside the closet, Rubriz could hear his friend hum- ming that old, old song: “Love Is Not Happiness.” Rubriz himself joined in the hum- ming, very softly. The two of them fell to work with the skill of old practitioners. Suppose a sound as of two immense hands clapped together, in such a fashion that the air is not struck out flatlings, in a thunderclap. Sup- pose a pair of huge doors hurled down on a thick carpet. Imagine a quivering shock that runs through a building and seems to come from any | direction at all—the sides, the bot- tom, the top. v That was what the explosion was like in Fort Duraya. Nearly every soul in the big building heard it or felt it, for it was almost more to be felt than to be heard. A good many thought that it was a severe earth- | quake. Most men looked at one another, startled, and muttered, “there’s | something wrong!” There were very few who could guess that it was actually an explosion. i The general, Ignacio Estrada, was one of these. He had brought Rosita | to the gate of the fort, on his arm, so that she had nothing to do except to saunter down the short slope towards the lights of the town. | In front of the entire guard at the gate, he leaned and kissed the girl.| She received that caress on a brow of stone, and the general would not | the | give me false material but to ride into danger merely for sake of danger’s face was an absurdity and a madness. These were the thoughts that were | working in the mind of the governor as he said good-by to the girl, and at that moment he heard from some- where inside the fort—or was it not | from the ground beneath him?—thati He thick, muffled explosion. started. He looked wildly at Rosita. “What is it?” she asked him. “El Keed—I think, El Keed!” said the governor. “Inside _the oft, fort?” she gasped. | “Still inside the fort?” ?z: even made a pace or two in purfuit of the general, but Estrada was making off at full speed, shout- ing to the officer of the gate: “Sound the alarm! Every man at his post! Sound the alarm!” That was why Montana and Rubriz did not have much time. They had watched the fire run down the fuse under the door of the closet. They had heard the very light crackling and spitting sound which the fuse made. floor in a corner of the bed room and waited. All sound ended. “The cursed fuse was wet—it was | ruined!” growled Rubriz. “That dog of an Onate shall learn what it is to o Then the explosion came. It blew the door of the closet shuddering open. An invisible pufl, as it were, of thick, strange-smelling air rolled out to them and the flames jumped wildly in the lamp and almost went out. When they got into the closet they found the door of the safe open and hanging by only one hinge! Well, let them take this much good fortune almost for granted—since they were not yet clear of the fort! Even if the emerald crown were in their hands, they had not gained it until they were out of Fort Duraya. That was why they said nothing when from the second or third drawer they opened they took a soft wrapping of chamois. It fell open in their hands and they saw the green glint- ing of the emeralds, like the eyes of cats when a torch reflects from them by night. Then they heard the shrill neighing They lay flat on the | have been surprised if he had heard | of the alarm -bugle that was blowing a snicker from one of the men. | from the gate of the fort and causing “Well, Rosita,” he said to her, “one | the echoing of trampling feet to sound of these days you will like me better.” in immediate answer from the bar- «T shall pray,” she answered. She| racks and all through the big building. Jooked right back at him. He did not| “Now for the last step!” said Rubriz. know whether to curse her insolence| He took one half of the broken or damn her stupidity. Then he de-| crown and gave the other to his cided that he would do neither, but friend. begin to use all of his brains in the “Ay,” said Montana. “One of us study of her. | may stick in the trap. Take some of For one thing. she had taken on | this stufl.” additional significance, simply be-| He had picked two soft, heavy lit- cause he knew that she had seen El| tle bags of gold out of another drawer Keed face to face, perhaps had|of the safe. Rubriz dropped one into smiled and laughed with that fan-| a pocket of his trousers. Montana tastic adventurer. She startled the| put the little 10-pound weight inside good general as though he had dis-| his coat. covered, in some plain, drab woman| ‘“The best way is right back to the of middle age, the widow of a postern by which we came in. Fol- great man. low me there, Rubriz.” * For El Keed was great in the eyes| “Back the same way? They will of Gen. Estrada. In part the great- ness was based upon a mystery. Estrada could understand why men d.muld dare greatly for great rewards, have it crowded with armed men.” “I tell you that's the safest chance.” “Montana, it is no chance at all!” They were in the bed room of the b « G_STAR, WASHINGTON, Dorothy Dix Says Bedtime Stories BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. The Truce. RAY FOX grew more and more hungry, for hunting was poor, especially for one who had one paw he could use but little. And all the time a pan of food was waiting for him near a corner of a shed in the dooryard of & little farm. Gray Fox knew it was there. Yes, indeed, he knew it was there. Time and again, especially at night, had he sat down & short distance from it and looked longingly at it. It was & won- der he had not worn a little path around it, so many times had he cir- cled that pan. But not once had he gone near enough for a taste. One does not lose three toes in a dreadful steel trap for nothing. He was suspi- cious of everything that had to do with human folk, and certainly this pan of food had much to do with such. At last Gray Fox yielded. Rather he was driven to take any risk for food. He had had no luck hunting. He was thin and growing weak from lack of food. Returning from an un- successful hunt by way of that farm- yard, he suddenly threw aside all cau- tion. He was sitting down, looking longingly at that pan of food, when almost without knowing what he was | doing, he abruptly got up and walkes |over to it. Once he had tasted it, he | forgot his suspicions and everything | else. He gulped it down until the last | crumb had disappeared. Nothing hap- |pened. No wicked trap leaped up to {grab him by the leg. He turned and made his way home unmolested. The next night he was back there just after dark. The pan had been filled. Again he feasted. and again nothing happened. All day he slept, or almost all day, for the Black Shad- ows were just creeping into that door- |yard and around the corner of that | shed when he got there. He did not | see two faces watching him at a win- | dow of the house a little way off, but the two sisters watching there saw | him. “It is a Fox,” declared one. “It is too dark to see his color, but just look |at that tail. You never have seen & Dog with a tail like that. The poor |thing eats as if he were starved. And | do you see how he holds up one paw. | He ‘must have been caught in a trap | and escaped.” “If we keep him well fed perhaps he will leave our chickens alone if we let them out during the day,” said the other. Just then the hired man came across | the dooryard and Gray Fox dodged | back out of sight. “We won't tell Ed {about that Fox.” said one of the sis- ters. “He would want to set & trap right away or else try to shoot the poor thing.” So a truce was established. Every night, just after the hired man had | finished his work and gone home, a | pan of food was put up by the corner (of the shed. Sometimes Gray Fox | came early enough to be seen. Some- | times he did not come until late in [the night. But always the pan was {empty in the morning. And every \ T LN i o] LA | morning the hens were let out in the | dooryard and not another one disap- | peared. Gray Fox was no longer thin. He |was filling out. His injured paw he | could use*now so that he could run as well as ever. He couldn't climb as well as he used to, and when he sprang >n a Mouse or a Rabbit or a Grouse he wasn’t so sure of pinning it down as | he once had been, for, after all, one does miss three toes. He had learned that that pan of food was put out early every -evening, and this suited him, for he would rather be out and |about at night than during the day. So most of the time he slept during i the day. Once or twice he stole to the edge | |of the woods in the daytime and saw the hens in the dooryard, but made no attempt to get one. He wasn't hun- gry. He knew he would have plenty to eat that night, so he left the hens alone. There was a truce between him and the owners of those hens, and he | was keeping the truce. It was a very satisfactory arrangement for all con- | cerned. | governor again. They were in the closet opposite to that which had held the safe, and while Rubriz completed his costume by huddling swiftly into a white shirt which he snatched from & shelf, Montana picked a great cloak | from its hanger and flung it around his shoulders. They sprang out again into the open rocm. i “Rubriz, I tell you I have a lucky | feeling. Come with me tonight!” “In the name of God, Montana— quickly—to me!” A voice called out distantly. Then | | a door opened and there was a sud- | den rushing of footfalls, close at hand, | at the very entrance to the bed cham- ber. Montana, springing for the door that led into the little side corridor, could not believe himself when he saw Rubriz rush straight forward to encounter this overwhelming danger ‘Well, mere physical resistance could not be in the head of the Mexican. He must have thought out some cun- ning device. So Montana went rapidly through the corridor. He came out cautiously into the officers’ mess hall. Two or three chairs were overturned. He found himself, against his own belief, pausing to finish off a brimming glass of wine. But, after all, the matter of a few seconds here and there would be of no importance. He. might as well pause for a cigarette. It‘would even help him. Considering this, he actually light- ed a smoke and then went on again. The bugles were still going, the sound penetrating the thick walls dimly, entering the mind like per- sistent needles of thought. But not even the thickness of the walls could keep out the damned rattling and clamoring and crazy rhythms of the alarm bells. The building seemed to tremble as the sounds found physical root in the foundations of the old fort. And a crazy panic ran out through the blood of Montana and iato his brain. He took hold of that panic with his hands, so to speak, and cast it out of his breast. His hat was well over his head, well down on the forehead. The flap of Bride Who Can’t Stand Husband’s Teasing I D. C, SATURDAY, MARCH ‘9" 1935. Must Learn to Take It—Should Girl of 12'Have Dates? D happen to be one who just he won't do it and it drives Answer—Learn to take it and like it. every wife has to learn to endure from her husband, and not the least Many a marriage is wrecked on hus- band’s little jokes, which got on his wife’s nerves, instead of hitting her of these is his sense of humor. funny bone. I back. pose yours, for teasers notoriously can't do this, learn to laugh at his teasing. That will takd the edge off it, but as long as he can make you cry, you will just incite him to further effort. A I have known men whose best mistakes their wives made, and as I have listened to them set a table in a roar by holding up their wives to ridicule, and watched the quivering lips and tear-filled eyes of their poor dared drink their coffee the next morning. o s 0 EAR MISS DIX—I have a younger daughter of 12, who asks con- Should I let her? tinually to go out with boys. Answer—]If she goes out with & girl fashion, I see no objection to letting her go during the week end. Never on school nights. And never It you refuse to let her go out at all crazy and that is worse than letting her go too much with them. I think it is a fine thing to send girls of that age to some girls’ school where there are no boys or dates, if it is possible to do so. EAR MISS DIX—I am a bride of three montls. everything I could wish for except that he is a tease and I begged my husband time and again to stop kidding me, but MYSELF, hold no brief for teasers, who, I think, are not only cruel 2 but rude, {ll-bred and the greatest bores on earth, but if your hus- band gets any diversion out of torturing you, you will either have to get & divorce or grow a thicker skin. For the teaser is wedded to the idea that he is witty and nothing will divorce him from it. Of course, the best remedy for the teaser is to hand him a hot one Publicize his pet weakness and you will make him afraid to ex- NY man who will wound his wife by teasing her belongs in the days of the Inquisition, not now when we have societies for the protec- tion of dumb animals. Yet many men indulge in it. My husband is can’t stand being teased. I have What shall I do? TWENTY. me to tears. There are a lot of things that can't stand being teased. If you stories were ancedotes about some victims, I have wondered that they DOROTHY DIX. WORRIED MOTHER. crowd of girls and boys in school« on regular dates alone with a boy. with boys, you will make her boy- DOROTHY DIX. Who Are You? lee Romance Of Your Name. BY RUBY HASKINS ELLIS. note an old account from the Peram- bulation of Kent, 1576, “yet in sundry places of the realme, especially in copiholde manors where old custom | prevaileth, the woord Reve is yet wel Riurs ALTHOUGH the Surname Rives, ’ Ryves, Reeve and Reeves are | represented by separate and distinct | families in many sections of Great Britain, the United States, and other parts of the world, they have un- doubtedly a common derivation. The name originated in the ancient word “reve,” meaning a bailiff, provost or steward. In the feudal days of Britain almost every manor of consequence had its “reve,” whose authority was to levy the lord's rents, to set to ‘ork his servants, to superintend his do- minions to his best profit and to gov- ern his tenants in peace, as well as to, lead them forth to war when necessity required. 1 After the coming of the Normans | into England this name was changed | to “bailiff,” and it is interesting to | inough understood.” In later times the word “sheriff” (shire-reve) came into use designating the principal Governor over the English shire or county. The earliest known ancestor of the English family of Reve, Rives, or Ryves, was Robert Reve of Blandford. County Dorset. He was born about 1490. At his death, in 1551, he was buried in the Church of Sts. Peter and Paul, in Blandford Forum, where the coat of arms here reproduced was found in the north window. | ‘The color description of the arms is: Argent, on a bend cotised sable, three lozenges ermine. Crest—a greyhound sejant sable, collared or. In heraldic | symbolism, argent (silver) denotes | truth, the bend represents the shield | suspender worn by a knight and sig- | . nifies protection, the lozenge, like all | square figures. is a token of honesty, constancy and wisdom. It sometimes indicates noble birth. The Rives, Ryves family of the | Southern States of Americs, was | founded by William Rives, who set- |tled in Virginia. He was the’son of Timothy Rives of Oxfordshire, Eng- | land. The date of his arrival in this country is thought to be about 1653, as records of him are found in Surry County about that time. This name is now found in almost every section | of the United States. Those who bear it are either descendants of the an- cestor mentioned or of related fam- ilies. {Copyright. 1935.) Nature’s BY LILLIAN COX ATHEY. King Rail. | Rallus elegans. HE distinction of being the largest and handsomest mem- ber of your family is enough in itself to attract favorable attention, and this is the repu- tation of the king rail, cousin and close companion of the Virginia rail. for whom it is often taken. Being as “thin as a rail” has its| advantages for this bird, which must | make its way through tall marsh . grasses, sedges and low growths al- ways found about swamps and moist meadows. ' The brightly colored olive-brown back, with the beautiful chestnut-col- | ored markings on the wing coverts, | and the rich, reddish cinnamon on the breast, which fades to form a white | collar at the throat, will be sufficient field marks for you in looking for your king rail. i\ The most choice spot to look for {them is in & marsh overgrown with cattails, sedges and the like. If you are fortunate and have a low, squat | boat in which to sit, you can wn.h‘ comfort watch the rail and his neigh- bors. ‘The bird goes through the tall grass with ease, as his wedge-shaped body offers little resistance. The feet are| adapted to moist paths, for the toes | are spread well apart, preventing the | bird from sinking too deep in the | ooze. The legs are sturdy and long, enabling the rail to step high and wide and take their owner swiftly out of the reach of hunters. ‘The king rail makes its nest in Ne- braska, Southern Minnesota, Ontario, New York and Connecticut, south to The DeBunker BY JOHN HARVEY FURBAY, Ph.D. Children Texas, Florida and Cuba, and spends its Winters in the southern part of its ,nésting range. As a flyer the rail appears to be awkward, but you will find it makes good speed, and for practical purposes, like getting to a desired destination, the wings are very efficient. It pre- fers to use its legs to get out of the way when it is settled for the season. \ \ o ‘t‘ A 7 The nest is built close to the water. Rarely has any one seen%the rail| mother brooding her eggs. The nursery is built on the damp ground. | Grasses are used for the structure, and | from 7 to 12 buffy-white eggs, spotted with rufous-brown, are laid about the 1st of May in the South and June in the North. The young rails are glossy black wheh they step from the shells, and as soon as their downy coats are dry they demand food and are capable of moving about. { When you enter the marshes to see them you may hear the weird call of | “bup, bup. bup, bup,” uttered so close together they sound like & wail. Then all is still. (Copyright. 1935.) . How It Started BY JEAN NEWTON. *0ld-Fashioned.” UITE appropriately, “old-fash- ioned” is almost three centuries 1 of age. We are told on good authority }thnt its earllest recorded appearance | dates back to 1633, The author is pone other than Isaak Walton. And the work is the fisherman's bible, “The | Angler.” | " After this, “old-fashloned” achieved | literary popularity. It found favor with Richard Steele and Addison in their contributions to the Spectator. Burke also ltked it. as did Ceorge | Eliot and Charles Dickens and the A DIAMOND IS NOT THE HARDEST = \\\\\mmln.‘“fi"”‘“ N N S S S = = = TK!:RE is a great deal of difference in the hardness of various dia- | the cloak would cover most of the rest of his face. And bluff would have to do the rest—bluff no wider than the edge of a knife. Montana, finds, tomorrow, his way blocked by many seldiers. general populace. “Qld-fashioned" 18 & strong expres- sion. Frequently it 1s misused, de- monds. They are the hardest of all | stones, and are harder than steel; but there is one metal which is harder than diamonds, that is tantalum. (Submitted by W. D. G., San Fran- cisco, Calif.) (Copyright, 1035.) l} throned from the high place it usually should occupy. but it embodies the verities. It is flavorful. (Copyright, 1038.) Song of Owl BY D. C. PEATTIE. HAVE written in the past, as en- thusiastically as I could, about the different cheeps, tweets and whistles of our Winter birds, but.in all honesty there is but one bird who really sings out boldly in Winter (aside fronf an occasional whistle from the cardinal) and that is the owl. Every night about 10 on 11 o'clock when I am falling asleep I hear a little screech owl in the woods, and if you insist that an owl’s screech is not singing, I will ask you in return just what is singing? . One bird’s whistle and another’s are very much the same thing, so far as I can see. You may like some better than others, just as you like some musicians better than others. But the bird who sits up on his perch at his chosen hour of the day and proclaims to the world that he is well content is singing, is he not? It is a matter of taste what you think of his song. And I for one find the owl's beautiful. Not another sound is there to break the sense of loneli- ness in the Winter night—not the faintest cricket's cry, not the lisp of & single good green leaf—only & death- like stillness, or the sad sound of rain or the runnels of thaw. And then a bird cries out upon the night! It is a heartening sound and a merry one, and I do not see how any one who did not actually fear and dislike Na- ture could find anything uncanny in it. There is a constant movement on foot to drive off and persecute owls, partly on the same grounds as the attack on hawks, but more particu- larly because many persons, even those, or, perhaps, especially those born in the country, think of owls supersti- tiously. As a matter of fact the owl, eater of rabbits, rats and mice, is one of the best friends the farmer has. Birds of prey are necessities, and if they were formerly overly admired the tendency now is to underestimate their value. — Sonnysayings BY: FANNY Y. CORY. Whoo-hoo! Muvver! You said Nippy couldn't do any tricks—'cept this?> He's keepin’ me from comin’ off the porch. (Copyr! —_—— Everyday psychology 1935.) BY DR. JESSE W. SPROWLS Thinking. T IS possible, for descriptive pur- poses, to draw a distinction be- tween night-thinking and day-think- ing. Night-thinking is called dream- ing: day-thinking, such as it is, merely “thinking.” But in making this distinction, you must not insist upon strict demarca- tions. your dreams for reality? Do you not, while wide-awake, often fall into rev- eries—day-dreams? If so, you will agree that night-thoughts and day- thoughts are only arbitrary names. They merely designate the time of day and state the facts of our domi- nent mental habits during different periods of time. However, night-thinking is, on the whole, more pictorial than day-think- ing. Your dreams are pictures. There is comparatively little exchange of | conversation between people in your dreams. Never is there any exchange of opinion, or argument of any kind; no attempts at persuasion. You never heard of advertising in a dream. Practically everything is direct action between and among individuals. If you turn to characterization of vour day-thoughts, you find that your individuality disappears. You and all your neighbors are then social beings. The society-{orming forces, such as suggestion, pershasion, imita- tion, and even coercion, enter into and {influence your day-thinking in ways you rarely stop to censider. The day- thinker who imagines he is thinking for himself has painted a false picture of that thinking. (Copyright. 1935.) MENU FOR A DAY. BREAKFAST. Grapefruit. Oatmeal with Cream. Bacon and Eggs. Date Muffins. Coffee. DINNER. Fruit Cup. Stuffed Celery. Currant Jelly. Roast Chicken, Bread Stuffing. Mashed Potatoes. Lettuce Hearts, Russian Dressing. Steamed Chocolate Pudding. Coflee. SUPPER. Oyster Souffle. Parker House Rolls. Orange Cream Pie. Tea. CHOCOLATE' PUDDING. Cream togther one-third cup sugar, butter the size of a walnut and one well-beaten egg, one-half cup milg and one cup flour, into which has been sifted one and a half teaspoons baking powder and three tablespoons cocoa or two squares of melted chocolate. Lastly, add vanilla to taste. Steam one and a half hours or until done. Serve with whipped cream. ORANGE CREAM PIE. “Three eggs, one cup sugar, two and a half level tablespoons corn- starch, grated rind of two oranges, juice of one orange, one and three-quarter cups milk. Separate whites from yolks of eggs and beat yolks with half the sugar until light. Mix cornstarch smooth with one-quarter cup milk. and scald 1in dou- ble boiler. When almost boiling stir in cornstarch and cook un- tll thick. Add yolks of eggs, fugar, orange rind and juice. Cool slightly and pour into previously baked crust. Beat whites of eggs stiff. add remainder of sugar and flavor if liked with a little orange juice or grated rind. Pile on top of pie, put in moderate oven to set and brown slightly. (Copyright, 1935 WOMEN'S FEATURES., . For Bright, S B—7 Modes of the Moment ace is “tops” as a favored fabric for {orma/ wear . parkling Eyes BY LOIS LEEDS. EAR MISS LEADS—I am a business girl and work in an office. I have gray-blue eyes, medium skin and chestnut- brown hair. What colors in | clothes and make-up would you sug- | |gest? What can I do to make my |eves bright and sparkling? I weigh ;124 pounds, am 5 feet 5 inches tall, |and I am 24 years old. Is this about right? Answer—You will find the following colors becoming to your type: Medium and dark blue that will intensify the blue in your eye-coloring (avoid very bright blue). Warm gray, with touches of blue or coral: dark lavépder, blue- green, pinkish tan, golden brown, rust terra cotta, pale vellow, deep cream, solid black is relieved with colored or cream accessories. Choose a natural or light brunette shade of face powder, cherry lipstick and rouge, with blue or violet eye- | shadow for evening make-up. ‘The best and only way to make eyes bright and sparkling is to build vibrant | health. If you omit active exercise and neglect to spend some time out of | doors every day. your eyes will show it |in their dull, tired expression. It is | the sparkle of health and vitality that | makes eyes attractive. Try to take some active exercise in | your room every morning, and culti- | vate some hobby which will take you out of doors regularly. If you will do | this, your eyes will. in time, have the sparkle that you desire. | Use local beauty aids t0 accentuate your good points. If your eyebrows are | thin and sparse, a jar of vaseline, olive oil or eyelash pomade and a tiny eye- brow brush will be an excellent addi- tion to your beauty cupboard. Brush | the eyebrows night and morning to keep them well groomed and glossy. Mary Brian's eyes are beautiful and expressive and they sparkle with vi- brant health and vitality. The average weight for your age and height is be- tween 125 and 130 pounds. LOIS LEEDS. Ears Stand Out. Dear Miss Leeds—I am not bad- | looking. but my ears stick out. I am 17. 1Is there any way I can correct this? READER. Answer—Arrange your hair in soft, loose waves partly over your ears and make the ends into a soft cluster ot curls from ear to ear across the back of your head. If you want to have your ears lie flatter against vour head, ask vour family physician about having a slight surgical operation for this pur- pose. LOIS LEEDS. (Copyright. 1935.) | DAILY SHORT STORY Do you not sometimes mistake - BELOW DECKS Pet Canaries Threatened a Sailors’ Friendship, but the | Skipper's Scheme Brought Harmony. i BY ROBERT WHITCOMB. ALKING about canaries, the Francis Brown —that is the name of our freighter— steams through the Canary Islands and never catches sight | of one of them lit- ! tle yellow birds. It was off the coast of China we | first seen them. and they was all flying around a Chinese | junk. We ain't | had sight of land |in a long time, and |when we see all | them little yellow |birds we falls in {love with them. The Chinese has {them tied up with | strings s0 they can ifly a little way, and they are sell- |ing them for two | bits aplece, whether tion Rock Light- they sing or not. house foghorn. He Now eéverybody aboard ship, almost. steps in between the two men, with shelled out two bits for one of them | his uniform shining, and he slips them birds. The first mate, the second apart as neat as you please. ducking | mate, the quartermaster, the bosun—|a haymaker from Cassidy's side of |yes, sir, everybody down to the stok- | the fence. ers: even the two balonies that stokes| “Now, now. what's ailing you boys?" stumbles and falis They got blood in both eyes, and there is nothing that Herbstein can do in the way of velling at them,and being a little half- pint himself, he ain't no referee. Instead, he goes up and gets Smith. the bosun, 6 feet 4 it he’s an inch, and tells the bosun to get his uniform on and go down. The bosun comes down and by this time a couple of the black gang heard the fun and are sticking their knobs down the hatch. It'sa lucky thing the bosun has got a pair of lun like E: - They got blood in both cyes. St on the night watch, Cassidy and Mc- Carthy, as rugged a pair of harps that ever prayed for Erin’s freedom. 1t was funny how Cassidy and Mc- Carthy cottons to those birds, feed- | ing them water and bread and seeds, |and even pieces of lettuce when we're |in port. One day McCarthy breaks |out with a big wire cage instead of the little wooden one they come in. It | takes a couple of 300-pound Irishmen |to go sentimental over a couple of canaries that don't weigh no more than one of their fingernails. { | toughest things on two feet—them | two guys is as thick as two peas in :lm; together and always being picked up by the harbor police, drunk, in some sailors’ dive. It's like that in Singapore, and | where | hours. ries ever goes hungry or thirsty. O course, as soon as the Irishmen come out of it they are themselves again, even if they do rate hangovers, and the birds gets fatter and chirpler afler each fast. But trouble starts to come when Cassidy notices that his bird don't sing like McCarthy’s. McCarthy's |~ Well, maybe I forgot to say them | ‘two Irishmen, even if they are the| Like blood brothers, they was. | Shanghai and Tokio—for a positive | |fact it is like that in every place | we lays over more than two| And it is only in port, few | and far between, that them two cana- | ! the bosun says, as nice as you please. | “What is it can make two men, fine | friends like you are, fight like bloody enemies? Come now, tell a shipmate what's the trouble?” Well, sir, them two blokes just kind | of hung their heads and wouldn't say nothing, and they keeps staring at each other in that hard way, like it is to the death, and the bosun, he don't know what to do. And to make a short story shorter, them Irishmen wouldn't say nothing until the skipper comes down and pumps them: and take it from me, the skipper is a hard old bird, and knows how to scare the pants off of sailors. In the first place, the stokers ain’t hardly ever seen the old man, and when he comes down into the stoke hole, and then promises to put the two of them in irons—well, after a while Cassidy talks Seems like McCarthy was kidding Cassidy about his canary while they was finishing up a pint they snuck aboard. Cassidy feels sore enough that his bird don't sing like Me- | Carthy's, and that starts the fight, | because, for a postive fact, McCarthy's | canary 15 one sweet singer. So when the skipper finally got that out of them, he goes over to the birds | and it seems the old man bought one |of the birds himself and knows a thing or two about canaries. So, | with™ the whole gang looking on, canary can sing with all them trills | the skipper lays it into them two and frills and toodle-oos like you hear | harps. in a Duteh kitchen. Cassidy's hops “It's & sorry day,” the skipper around some in the cage, but never | says, “when two sailors aboard my lets out more than a peep at & time, {‘ own ship don't know the difference and it is always more or less the same | between the two sexes. In other , never'up and down the seale | words, there is such a thing, like like McCarthy’s bird. | the Bible says, as male and female, It is on the home run, when we are ‘amd what these birds is a week out of New York, that the about is ghat they are in different skipper notices something wrong with | cages. As captain of this here boat, the steam and sends down Third Of- |therefore, I am agoing to marry ficer Herbstein to see what the devil. | these two little mites here and now, Herbstein goes over the black gang and put the female in with the male, and finally gets down to the stoke|where she belongs. And no more hole. What he sees is nothing else fynny business out of you men.” but & gosh-awful fight. If you ever| ~And darned if he didn’t. seen two big, cragy Irishmen fighting,| And Cassidy and McCarthy were and not | good friends the rest of the trip. (Copyright. 1933 ) Tomerrow: “Rail Rivals,” by Mau- Mahood, deals with two sworm