The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 4, 1921, Page 9

Modern Girl Find {ithe Thru Vocational fining, Idea of One ). Bther. What Is ) Your Opinion? Dear Miss Grey: Respond- to your invitation to par- ts to speak in behalf ‘of, or ther, in regard to, OUR MODERN GIRL, I am here. n an American-born r of six children, who ‘iven her best efforts, uffered to the extent to out that the average girl ot be permitted to run as as a colt. Catch the girl, harness her, i) p he? busy ts must not be “a “but a berge part of a existence. She cannot ber position or ours than we did. We must answer what we have learned, otherwire, we have finished life's travels spirits st be silent witnesses Our neglicence, The knowledge & comprehension and disposition Duman life and its relationship to the @hole has deen gaint by B thase who have passed on before us, 4 have written it in books to be Ry distributed. Uniess one is ie 8 up to it, comprehension not come thru reading y Neg “a thing gir com any 80 per cent of education comes the eee, why not try the free J nt by government con br the relationship of the Em that of the past life, and in character and achieve Show the relations! ot energy and fe distribuUng to the brain. Jop vocational training. Every should be a vocational school, each persenality, when it be Std deveiep, may find its niche Ipevery girl, as every boy, will be Then, this modern girt igh gear, 20th century speed i" will cease to be a liability, prove our most valuable asset. A MOTHER OF GIRLS. eee fnks Man Should ‘Sule Provider Miss Grey: May I offer a to “One Who Is Willing” in to her letter to “A Dimbled 2? I do not know this soldier ail, but, to my mind, any man @efended hix country, @id, and at such an expense to own life, should be kept on the pedestal on which we were so pious to place him during the dark In other words, “Lest we for * should be “We must never for- P&° Your husband, as a true de Uncle Sam's navy, would. ubt, consider thie very soldier as his brother, Why, then, you rise up to condemn a man has such sterling principles? I believe, in your haste, you did net Pr the original letter correct I feet confident that our friend int these parasites who are work fing for fine clothes and tuxuries and [who are daily robbing deserving young girls of the right to earn an Renest living. Wrth the immense amount of un ent at the present time, | Swill tell you, frankly and honestly, t! T have no respect for any wo man with a self-supporting husband who will take the bread and butter of someone else's mouth, ever in the articipation of a home of their @@n and other things which you men- tioned. Selfishness nevér got anyone happen to know of more than married man whose wife had similar to youra These men not hesitate to take other girls s and spend on them what they spend at home, if conditions different, and they openly com in their wives for thetr mercenary im, Pe caretul that yours does elop that habit A REAL wants to be the sole provider MAYFLOWER. eee Roasts Modern Mon Deay Miss Grey: Just a Tine tn re to the modern girl I say, _—- led for her!’ She needs to be to keep up with the modern shout the chap who wears a silk secls, silk shirts and a SAish-imck suit, and, when out in 4 EgrA polls, up his trouser lees to off his silk hose? J dost cee why the women need sidiewled by the male species. LS iato a barber shop, Mine “hecer-naiis manicured faces massaged, and I person Eiity kmow men who use rouge ond powder and get their pompadours Marceled. Ttien they have the su Dreme nerve to talk about the girl fh a drug store complexion. I say, let the girls have a good time, long as they know enough not to igo too far. After a girl is married it ia little pleasure she gets. Hubby can g0.0u2@0 the pool hall, «pend his gy, and wifie can sit at home th the babies. am a married woman, have two giris, and I would go @ long way for them; but to hinder them from lenjoying life while they can, I would pot. Let the girls be modern if they want to; let them kee the brothers. MOTH eee : > He (Or Ie It She?) Is Ag’in Misplaced Eyebrow Dear Misa Grey: I have longed to break forth for some time and give utterance to my feelings regarding the bewitching (7) little on and bhels up w Rk OF TWO. *“Nittle”) mustaches which are so pop | , ular among the followers of a well known film actor. “Mustache” be the correct mame, but it seems to me that “prigtle patch” would be more sult abla Besides being a germ catcher, they add age to the wearer, and certainly do not contribute to his good looks. ‘Then they wonder why their sweet hearts flinch when they kise them ‘A gentleman once asked a lady if iked mustaches, and she replied les, a long way off.” I arise and make the motion that the gentleman guilty of wearing the Hittle splash of bristles, makes a New Year's resolve to have shorn off and to ne again grace his upper lip with such a germ + eateher, even tho It be the approved { fashion. Ladies, *hy@”" couuary, ver ais No” as this! have} wame | The Wreckers by Francis Lynde (Copyright, 1986, by Chartes Borth- ner's Home) (Continued From Yesterday) Kirgan got out of his chair and began to walk up and down tn the Little space between his desk and drawing-board, Besides being the best boss mechanic in the West he was a first-class fighting man with a clear head and nerve to burn, When he had got as fan as he could go alone he turned on me | “Jimmie, do you reckon this Red Tower outfit was far enough along in its serap with the boss to put up a job to pass him out of the game he demanded. I told him it didn't seem to fit linto any 20thcentury scheme of things, and past that I mentioned fact that the Hatch people had taken the back track and were now offering to sell out and stop chook ing the wheels of reform. “I know,” he put in. “Rut I've |been readin’ the papers, Jimmie, and it ain't all Red Tower, not by a Jug ful. The big graft in this neck« woods is political, and the Red |Tower gang is only seta cogs in |the Dulkwheel. Mr. Norcross was jgettin’ himself mighty pointedly |disliked; you know that. The way he was aimin’ to run things, it was jbeginnin’ to look as if maybe the |people of this state might wake up some day and turn in and help | him.” “I know al! about that,” 1 threw “But where are you trying tc land, Mart?” “Right here Mr, Norcross was jthe whole show, Take him out of it| jana the whole shootin’match woul! the fall to pteces—as it's doin’, right [now. They didn't need to stug him or shoot him up or anything like |that: if it could be made to look as if he'd Jumped the job, quit, chucked fit all up, why there you are. A new boss would be sent out here, and jyou could bet your sweet life he jwouldn’t be anybody like Mr. cross. Not so you could notice tt. |The New York people would take| biamed good carea that™ “You think the Dunton people are} | standing in with the graft?™ “Nobody could've grabbed off the motivepower job on this railroad as I did, Jimmie, and not think ft —and be damn’ sure of it. Why. Lord o' Heavens, the Red Tower bunch was usin’ us just the same as if we belonged to ‘em}—-orderin jour men to do their machinery re pairs, hel themeeives to any rail road material that they happened to need, usin’ our cars and engines on thetr loggin’ roads and mine branches.” “You stopped all this? “You bet I did—between ttwo days! They've been makin’ seven- teen different Kinds of @ roar ever since, but I've had Mr. Van Britt and the Big Boss behind me so I just shoved ahead.” What Kirgan said about the Red Tower people using our rolling stock on thelr private branch roads set a bee to buxzing tn my brain. What if they had stolen the 1016 to use in that way? I bet the bee loose, and Kirgan grabbed at it Ike @ eat jumping for a grasshopper. “Say, Jimmie, boy—you've got a pretty middiin’ long head on you when you give it room to play tn.” he grunted. “The etring’s tangied up about as bad as it was before, but I believe you're gettin’ hold of the loose end.” “You have a blueprint ef the Portal Division here, haven't you?” I asked. “Dig it up and let's have @ look at it” He didn't know where to look for the blueprint, but just then his boy! stenographer came back and found it for us. The shop whistle had blown and it was quitting tima, #0) Kirgan told the boy he could go on home. When we were alone again I unrolled the blueprint and we be gan to study it carefully with an/ eye to the possibilities. At first the facts threatened to} bluff us The blueprint engineers’ map was an old one, but it showed | the spurs and sidetracks, the sta-| tions and water tanks. Since the! lost engine had been standing at stern end of the Portal City | we didn't try to trace it eastward, To get out in that di on it would have had to pass| round-house, the shops, the| passenger station and the headquar ters building, and, even at that time of night, somebody would have been sure to see it. ‘Tracing the other way—westward | we had a clear track for 10 miles to Arroyo. Arroyo had no night| operator, #0 we agreed that the stolen engine might easily have slipped .past there without being marked down. Eight miles beyond | Arroyo we came to Banta, the first) night station west of Portal Gty.| |Here, as we figured it, the wild en- must have been seen by the if by no one ae. Banta was an apple town, and the town| itself might have been asleep, but |the wire man at the station should not have been. “Let's hold Banta tn suspense a ; Dit, and allow that by some means jor other the thieves managed to get | jby,” I suggested. “The next thing} [xine J operator, to be considered is the fact that the |Ten-Sixteen must now have running—without orde |remember—againet the Faet lcoming Fast, The Mail didn’t pasa er anywhere —not officially. ast; if it had, the fact would up in some station’s report to the dispatcher’s off ad At this, we time-c J been hunted op an official began to figure on |the proposition, The Fast] Mail was due at Portal City’ at| 12:20, and on the night in question had been on time, Making due allowances for inaccuracy in yard watchman's story, the missing engine could hardly have left the Portal City yard much be fore 10:45 The Fast Mall was scheduled at 49 miles an hour. Its time at Banta 11:53. Allowing the 1016 the same rate of speed in the opposite |direction, it would have pas Panta at 1122 or thereabouts, Hence |there would still be 41 minutes run ning time to be divided between the eastbound train and the westbound ne, In other words, the meet ing-point, with the two running at the same speed, would fall about 20 weat of Banta. | tried figure this out we were stuck the lap of an Irrigated the hogback, a ard “meet” time was minutes When meeting-point {Banta lay 1 valley in we to WELL, HAV You COT ACQUAWTED wr The | Baney - Mes BALeYy * * = DD SHE Seem Lice A PRreaLy SORT OF PERBON?P Page 251 PEGGY GOES TO MANETTE HOGY Goern"t get to take near. ty so many trips as David, partly because she is little and partly because ehe is a girt, but Manotte twn't very far away, and when Daddy had to go he just| took Peesy along, too, and he ‘went to “see a man” and some of the boys took David off and Pegry could hear them talking about in- @ians and what their uncles and grandfathers hed told them and she suddenly felt little and lone | some and wished Daddy would comd back. Vivian saw her getting more and more solemn and she acked her about It, and of course, Peg | Ky told her how she did love Pioneer stories and yet she was afraid of so many boys. Quick as a flash Vivian’s arm went around her and she said, “Well, don't you care, Honey; I am 4 Pioneer and I know a scrumptious story my own self "bout when I used to live in Boas berg, on the Columbia River.” Peggy wasn't sure how a Iittle/ girl only as big as David could be a Pioneer, but the story began all right. “Long ago,” began Vivian, “al Most six years, I lived in Bow berg, and it was a nice town, too, with big stores and four black smith shops, and big hotels whict oon creek had turned into an orchard ixt’s paradise. West of the town the railr ran thru a hill country, winding around among the spurs of the Timber Mountain range and heading for the Sand Creek desert where Mr. Chadwick had had his adventure with the hold-ups, (Continued Tomorrow) stayed open all night, end fhe dlackamith shops did, toa, and there were three saloons, | “One day a fire started about three miles out, and it «pread and spread till It came into the’ town and burned up the moons, and burned up the hotels, and burned up the blackamith shops and everything In the whole tewn but our store and the barber shop. “Well, acrona the river there was & mountain with one coal mine and one gold mine on it, and that’s all there was there except a town, “Our store was there; we kept groceries and hardware and most everything. “Well one of the saloons @idnt all burn up, and when the fire was out the Indians came and | they stayed right there till It was | all gone; then the men wouldn't let them come any more, and | then some little Indian children |came to our store and bought some candy with huckleberries, and so then one day a big Indian | came and wanted papa to sell him | some candy, and he wanted to | pay for It with baskets, and papa said ‘kookam,’ and solid land for baskets.” | “Thank yout enid Perey, “T think you are a nice little Pio h neer.” oe ;PORTLAND MAN KILLED BY | FALLING MARBLE | PORTLAND, Jan. 4.—N. A. Schan. en, proprietor of @ local marble | works, was instantly killed at hin establishment yesterday, when a h marble slab fell on him as he | wae superintending the unloading of a carload of marble WAS A FEN TO HEA Tacoma Woman Says No One Ever Comes to Her Home Without Hearing Something About Tan- lac “No one ever comes to our home now without hearing something abo: Tanlac,” said Mrs. J. H. Wills, 43 So. Park + Tacoma, a few days “I have had my share of suffering with stomach trouble and rheuma tiem and Tanlac was certainly a friend in need. For years I had chronic ind ion and it seemed that everything I ate would upset m: and distress awtul stom me D IN NEED OME DECLARES. legpetite, “The rheumatic pains tn my back were about an severe an I could bear, and if I stooped over it was all I could do to straighten up. I had fre {quent headaches, and slept 0 poorly that in the morning I didn’t seem to have the strength of a child “Byt I'm so thankful [ tried Tan lac, for my suffering is all over with now and I know what good health means, I have @ wonderful appetite, and nothing I eat ever hurts me in the least. The headaches have gone, my back is stronger and I hardly know what it is to ever have a pain of any kind now, I sleep perfectly sound and have gained ten pounds in weight. I wish everybody believ ed in Tanlac as I do.” Tanlac ia sold in Seattle by Bartel! Drug Stores under the personal di “ey pi valley| There was a bad taste fq my mouth | rection of a special Tanlac represen: im favor, ay which the diverted waters of Banta nearly all the time and 1 bad lost my | tative —Adverusemer* wus Sue MATER, ae? Ones, Sue CAME Over. were You V2 to WcTROLA 7 auo (eT Wer Have IT! FRIeNDLY TO AADVENTURES OF THE TWINS Olive Roberts Barton “They hitched up my eight reindeer to my sleigh and | started at once to follow ‘him thru the air.” “Yes,” maid Santa Claus telling his story to the twina, “that rascal who called himself Blue Santa had come and stolen all my stock. He came in his fying machine tn the night, and finding my big front’ door unlocked had walked right in. You know I had left it open in case Sam Swift, my bird messenger, returned.” “What did you do then?’ asked Nick. “Did you go after him?” “Right away,” answered Santa Claus. “I called all my little fairy helpers at once, and altho they were very sleepy, they game in @ wink when they discovered what was wrong. They hitched up my eight reindeer to my sleigh and I started at once to follow him thru the air, I think that I should have caught him, but he got to the equator before I did, That rettled it, Reindeer can- not cross the equator ag It in too hot, We couldn't get over it, and had to return.” “Did you get your lest letters?” asked Nancy. “Yes, the bird brought them, bat J |sent them back to the Blue Santa ‘They were of no use to me now and Ifelt that if he had an ounce of good in him, he'd read the letters and take the children the things they had ask ed for. But he didn't. It was a dreadful Christmas! No one got a jthing he wanted, Willie Green, who lives in Florida, got a pair of ice skates, and Minnie Snow, up North, got a sun parasol. It was dreadful!’ “Where is Blue Santa now?” Nick wanted to know, “Same place, with his sien sti up, and watching for a chance to steal my toys this year, too. I had to nail | my door shut and ask folks to use the chimney. If friends come, my fire doesn’t hurt them, If foes, it burns, I don’t want him back, I tell you.” Santa's story wna done (Copyright, 1920, N. F. A) Kill That Cold With ills CASCARA QUININE & Colds, Coughs Vomit? La Grippe Neglected Colds are Dangerous Take no chances, Keep this standard remedy handy for the first sneeze. Breaks up a cold in 24 hours — Relieves , Grippe'in 3 days—Lxcellent for Headache Quinine fn this form does not affect the head—Cascara is best Tonte Laxative—No Opiate in Hill's. ALL DRUGGISTS SELL IT NES, SHE SAID Somepopy Gave WER A COVPLE OF MEW RECORDS AND Sue WANTED "TO 5 “TRN ‘THEM OUT ¢ Now, MIStTGR TRYe, % HAVE AN OIL PR SITION £ WANT YoU TOGOINON WITH Mee T'VE TAKEN QUITS A LIKING TO You, ANO X'm GOING TO SES THAT You GST tn ON THES GROWD FLOOR ——-- — Ano I'm Gone | Teay Nou Ger OvT on tHE YOUR EYES? If you complain of weak or blurred sixht, he 8, rvousnens, brain fatigue, letters run together when reading, etc, call and have you how to But if after @ ont study 1 will furnish bo of great BAUME ANALGESIQUE , BENGUE Drives Away Pain Keep a Tube Handy of your case, such as will benefit to you,