The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 18, 1921, Page 13

FRIDAY, MARCH 18, 1921. yynthia Grey & More Brunette Girls in Seattle Than Blondes Is One Writer's Ex planation of Why More of Them Disappear From Home. Dear Miss Grey In reply to the Question, “Why do more brunette Girls disappear in Seattle than Blondes!" There seems no good rea fon why this simple fact should Prove a punle to anyone. Count the dark heads in any theatre or large gathering, then count the Blondes; you will find the bion ga aye Ati soarce 9 is true o our Coast cities; It wor ruc, I wager, « ay. the bie here pe predominates: T would like to answer “Loterested that I have lived in Spanish and that I am acquainted with a good many Spaniards, and they are decided blondes, too. It *geems to be the popular theory In America that the Latins (French Ttalian and Spanish) are all dark While the fact Is there a great many Diondes in thea» « For tn @tance, the soldie: iat Georges Carpentier, who is so well known in this country is blonde. Many Of the beautiful women France is so @elebrated for were and are blondes. In regard to the screen, it must be remembered, too, that red hair Tegisters back, hence a very light Woman may appear to be a brunette. It is only natural that more dark @irls should disappear in this city Dwhen there are more of them, in fact. that so many blondes dimppear considering the small number tn ton, is Indeed far more to be dered at. When I say blondes, fefer to those people who have ht skins, and if not yellow hair, erging on to the light, rather than the dark. Many people with very light skins and yellow or golden hair, have brown eyea They are called the “artist's beauty.” and are consid type one finds among the Spaniards, and occasionally among the Italians the French, however, when blonde, have bine eyes as a rule, and a large percentage of this race are blondes The Irish, with their blue eyes anc “spoilt blondea” Then we have the Ted-beads, who are blondes because very light skin and blue on, but I take !t that t by blonde tn this par. case, is the yellow-haired and e dark-haired, with corresponding “OCTOBRE. ‘This ts clean-up to know if there make some of those Jean the rubbish off lots that are a dis ity, and a fire trap i i hy Pf F : ii if not plant their/vacant one else. If there law to get at them, I think it's the ¢ity council should make A READER. ‘There te a ctty fire ordinance that property to kegp ftheir premises free of rubbish that qright cause conflagration Rudbdish heaps are a double menace; aside from causing fires they are much more apt to breed disease. Report them cither to the department of health and sanitation, or to the fire 2 THI eee Feline Bolsheviks Dear Miss Grey: I'm haunted! T'm lke the mouse tn “Alice In Wonderland’ If anyone merely mentions cats in my presence, I take Offense. May I shoot, or dose with rough on-rats with immuunity? I work in the day time, and I cannot have my ts made hideous by these all-too- Merry-night-revelern. They are stray @ata, born and bred to freedom in flightless alleys, and, like other bol- fheviks of the dark places, they thistake liberty for license. Tomtano comes under my window to catterwan! across the alley to Tatiana; the topic of conversation may be the high cost of liver, the notse they make sounds mightily ke Dantes Inferno to me I feel sure that cats have the same Fight to the earth that I have (G help ‘em if their rights are not bet ter maintained than mine) Ciety is somewhere derelict in not furnishing these strays with a local habitation. I understand that you, too, are @ery busy, but since your columns are read far and near, won't you Please say something? tive. M. W. Nine times out of ten should you attempt to retaliate with a poison Banquet, all of the prize dogs in the ighborhood would get there first , You see, even tho it were lawful to do tt, i would not be right Weither ts tt lawful to shoot It acema that the only remedy ia a high license tar to be levied upon the feline tribe. A RAM, SORE THROAT Eases Quickly When You Apply a Little Musterole. And Nusterole won't blister like old-fashioned mustard your fingers. aa Samer breioo, col chil- feet, colds on the chest. like Musterole ered blondes, and this ts the blonde | but | and so- | Pardon my catty-gory-tcal tmpera- | plaster. | Poor Mam’s Rock —nYy— BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR }]] Copyriant, 1920, by Littie, Brown & Co. (Continued From Our Last Issue) “The Scote he said, “cherish & grudge like a family heirloom,” | “Perhaps they do,” MacRae an swered, “Why not? You had your inning. It was a long . | “I wonder,” Gower slowly, |“why old Donald MacRae kept his mouth closed to you about trouble between us until he was ready to tow do you Know he did that?" Mackae demanded harshly, “The night you 10 to ask for! the Arrow to take him to tewn you had no such feeling against me as you had since," Gower said, “I know you didn't. You wouldn't have come if you had. I cut no tix in your eyes, one way or the other, until after he was dead he must have told you at the very last. “Why did he tell you?’ “Why shouldn't het’ MacRae de manded. “You made his life a fail ure. You put a scar on his face you put his soul You Weren't satisfied with that, You had to keep on throwing your weight Against him for thirty years. You tidn't even stop when the war made everything seem different. You might have let up then, We were doing our bit. But you didn't. You kept on until you made a pauper of him and sat here gloating over it. It preyed on his mind to think that 1 should come back from France and find myself a beggar because he was unable to cope with yau. He} lived his life without whimpering to me, except to he did not like you. He only wrote this down for }me to read-—when he began to feel that he would never see me again jthe reasons why he had failed tn jeverything, lost everything. When |I pieced out the story, fram the day you used your pike pole to knock down a man whose fighting hands were tied by a promise to a woman |he loved, from then till the last cold blooded maneuver by which you got this land of ours. I hated you, and ji set out to pay you back in your own coin. “But.” MacRae continued after a Momentary hesitation, “that is not what I came here to say. I would jrather not talk about these things, jor think of them now. I want to buy this land from you if you are a sear say | Willing to sell, That's all.” | Gower scarcely seemed to hear | him. He was looking at MacRae | with a curious concentration. | “Hell, it ig a true indictment, up| to a certain point.” he mid at last “What a curse misunderstanding ts and pride! By God, I have envied | your father, MacRae, many a time I struck him an ugty blow onca Yes. | I was young and hot-headed, and I was burning with jealousy. But I @id him a good turn at that. I think |. Maybe you wouldn't un I suppose you wouldn't [believe me if I say I didn’t swoop | down on him every time I got a |chance; that I didn’t bushwhack—no | jmatter tf he believed I did.” | “No? MacRae said tncredulousty. | “You didn't break up a logxing ven. ture on the Claha when he had a |ehance to make a stake? You didn't show your fine Italian hand in that jmarble quarry undertaking on Tex jada? Nor other things that I could | Mame as he named ther. Why craw! now? It doesn't matter. I'm not |swinging a club over your head.” | Gower shook himself. | io,” he declared slowly. “He |interfered with the Morton interests |im that Claha logging camp, and they | did whatever was done. The quarry | business I know nothing about. 1/| tell you, MacRae, after the first short | period of time when I was afire with | the fury of jealousy, I did not do these things. I didn’t even want to do them. I wish you would get that straight. I wanted Heasie Morton, and I got her. She didn’t want me. | She wanted Donald MacRae. But |she had wanted other men. That was the way she was made, And she never loved anyone half so much as she loved herself. She was—she is—the easence of self from the top of her head to her shoes: “She was cowardly, too. Do you think two old men and myself would have taken her from your father if she had had any spirit? You knew your father. He would have fought jand we could not have beaten him But she had to knuckle down—take the easy way for her. She cried, and| he promised.” Gower lay back tn his chair. His| chin sunk on his breast. He spoke| |slowty, groping for his words. Mac Rae did not interrupt. Something compelled him to listen. There wag | |a pained ring in Gower’n voice that | held him. The man was telling him these things with visible reluctance. with a simple dignity that arrested him, even while he felt that he should not listen. | “She used to taunt me with | that,” he went on, “taunt me with striking Donald MacRae. For yearn | after we were married she used to do that. Long after—and that wasn't #0 long—she had ceased to care if such a man as your. father ex. | ted. But she o ed me | that I had struck him hard- ened butcher, because she knew she en rem could hurt me with that. So that T used to wish to God I had never fol lowed her aut into th | “Vor 30 years I've lived and work | ed and never knew any real satinfac- | tion in living—or happiness. I've played the game, played jt hard, 1| made money. Money—I pou it] |into her hands like pouring sand in ja rathole. She lived for herself, her | whims, her codfish-aristocracy stand. ards, She made a lap dog of her son the first 25 years of his life. She wonld have made Betty a cheap im itation of herself. | do that.” | | He stopped a moment and shook hig head gently. “No,” he resumed; “she couldn't do that. There's {ron in that girl. She's |all Gower. I think I should have | thrown up my hands long ago only | for Betty's sake.” MacRae shifted uneasily. Won’t Get Drunk if Kept Sitting Down BALTIMORE, March 18. It | | wasn’t mere drinking—it wan “per. pendicular drinking’—that did all the harm in pre-prohibition days, according to Dr. R, W, Wilcov. “Abolish bars, getting men to form the habit of sitting down, and they | will forsake hard Uquor for leisurely, | almost—soft drinks,” is hig sugs “| tion, But she couldn't | THE DOINGS OF THE DUFFS SWE SAID You Page 315 A FRARFUL SOUND “Rat, Alice.” Peggy sald, “you “There was one place tn the @idn't tell me whether your baby-|roa4 where mother and her little mother did be lame after the horse did step on her little foot. Could she walk when she grew up?" achool together. “On, Grandma mid 0)" ° baby’s bones are no soft that they| “Well, one morning just as they don’t break nearty as easily as a| Came to that spot mother heard a And the other | low walling cry. Stopping, little girt got kicked in the knee! nea up her hand ‘Listen? she that same day, but she got well, too sister always met nome other chil dren and they would all go on to frown person's. abe whispered: ‘DID you hear that” “The chiléren huddled together and listened. Sure enough—there I know, ‘cause mama told| me about one time after they were much bigger and were going to school, how very badly they were |'t came again—e longdrawn pith ful wail, with a sobbing breath at |the end, just as they had been told, “White faced and panting, they frightened, while they were walk ing thru the woods. “You know how pioneers taught | thetr children not to be afraid of | 4.04 down the trail to the achool, every Uttle thing? | the sound of the animal's cry fl- “Well, they taught (rem how to | ing their minds with terror. shoot and not be afraid of guns, “Oh? they cried to the other or canoes, and how not to be/chtidren. “There's a cougar in the afraid of Indians, ‘cause mostly | woota ‘We heard him when we they were friendly, and that bears | were coming to school, didn't we? were almost as much afraid a8/« +7 ghould say we did,’ they all they were. | agreid, and of courne the whole “BUT! One thing told | school was excited. they thetr children they must fear, and | “That night when they got that was cougars. home and began to tell their “They sound Itke haman be.| mother about the cougar she |! laughed and said, ‘You funny chil. ren; that wasn't a cougar. That | wih the baby. She cried and cried jand tried to follow you to echool. [1 had to go bring her back.’ | RKP KH C}]| APVENTURES OF aE, TWINS ing, pitiful and hurt, but when you hear one you run for home or the school house as fast as your legs will carry you,’ grandma told mother, Off they whizzed, the three of them. “Let's hunt for Mra, Kangaroo,” | travels. That Topsy-Turvy Land was sald Nick. “Doen she lve nearlin Fairyland and this Topsy-Turvy Squeak, the circs elephant | Land ia the earth “ippet “lap, he iryma. Be id Sa hae fire eigen, se iike:| NO wonder it's called got ‘The She couldn't be happy with a million | Mowers are the lovehest in the world tree-trunks in the road everywhere.| Ut bave no smell, The birds are She has to bh. room to stretch her|the most gorgeous tn creat . but long legs. She lives on a nice grammy |C@nnot sing a note. And th nimals plain, far, far away over the ocean, |~@ueerest things you ever saw. Look And say, talk about your magic at Mr Kangaroo! shoes, she's got it all over ua, my aman © Gap. - — dears! She goes to market in thre —— steps, and 10 is quite a summer's : tion. She could be round the world en ol In und back again while and I wore | tting started, she goes so fast, and that you cannot take ltakes such long stride Nancy tn, ag en re. igo cod-liver oil, the Mcsdid | eee. Chi eat: Giiben etnie help, evidence is clear that § | us one bit.” You never can tell,” answered the you have not taken | fairyman, “but I'm thinking that we ’ ® hall have to use our wits. Come long, kiddies. S'pose we start.” Off they waltzed, the three of them | VES. }] NICE THWwes Ww uEQ ae Home, STILL ACTMWE in their 3 Shoes, to the place where Mrs, Kangaroo lived. To cross recently. It’s as rich the wide, rolling ocean was but a) matter of @ minute or perhaps one | as cream, only jand a half minutes or one and three ¥ arrived in a very curious place | similated and is | Some people call it Australia nd som Hit Topsy-Turvy Land, Itho it wasn’t the same Topsy-Turvy Land that the twins visited on their pleasant to take. | seus Porrne Ricomfleld NJ 30-2 ‘ i SEATTLE STAR Danny Feels a Vamp’s Sting WHAT KIND DO. You WANT P ICECREAM WITH ON Fr ft IS N-O-T VERY D-R-6-T-T-Y. WCTOWN, BETTY. LETS GD HAVE Confessions of a Bride Copyrighted, 1921 Xaterpr THE BOOK OF MARTHA A DISILIASIONED INGENUE Ann must be cured of her interest by the Newspaper Ansoota in Paul Van Ryck, and at once One morning when her invalid bus. band asked her to read to him. Ann put him off impatiently. She must hop for some veils and hosiery, and then see Van about the second act of thelr play. Outside of Jim's reom I ventured “Ob, Ann! The most astounding news! Van has suggested to Martha that she divorce her husband in order to marry him!" The fact that Van had made, this Outrageous proposal to a matried woman didn't shock Ann at all! The big shock was to her own pride, She perceived that her boti&ed jlocks, her ingenue «mile, ber flap- per manners had lost their effect. Martha Palmer's golden coiffure had snared the ennuied Paul Van Eyck in its meshes. The dignity of the business woman had robbed the ingenue of her pet escort, her de voted cavalier, her sophisticated col laborator in play writing. “Impomaible! Absurd! taken, Janel Plainly Ann wai an noyed “T maw hin letter to Martha.” “Then—Van is—is—a cad™ she whispered, “1 told you se—months agom 1 was pitiless, “Wipe your eyes! Now go to Jim! He wants you to read to hims* 1 took her by the arm and led her back to her husband's room. I want ed to shake her, but instead I stooped and kissed her. Never lived a woman who did not feel sorry to see-a girl stripped of her illusions about life and love. Ann had clung to the romantic be. ef that a man and woman, married | or single, can be friends, and happy for long, in a casual, platonic way. The thing cannot be done, Ann had begun, quite innocently, by accepting Van as a®ery desirable and helpful friend; she had ended by considering him as much her exclu sive property as her husband. Here endeth the lesson for her as for many another tholghtless young woman Yes, it wan all very modern and very horrid, just as her selfish indif. ference to Jim was horrid It was so like Ann to risk her life to save a drunken derelict from the jail conflagration, and to ignore Jim's 1 of her. More than once Ann reminded me of “Dwightie’ in “Mins Lulu Bett.” Dwightie delight ed in browbeating the women of his own family, then proceeded, placidly and complacently, to be sweetly kind to the aged grandmother next door I pushed Ann gently toward her duty, then I kissed her. How could © young a girl know that a certain kind of a man cheats always, in love or in friendship? (To Be Continued 221-7 cm "COR UNIVERSITY You're mis. | Over HowDy 1H RETURNING SHOW SHOVEL 1ONT THIS A BEAUT) OH, LET ME ser! ' WANT A-A-CHOCOLATE BY ALLMAN AND WHAT 00 You war? mt NOTH in?! MUTS BY B LOSSER Your: FuL pay? 1 WONDER IF YOU'D GIVE KE & FIRSTMORTGAG! 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