The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 3, 1921, Page 15

FRIDAY, JUNE 8, 1921 Cynthia Grey: oads of Answers Arrive “Twenty-Six”—Girls Clamor That There Are No Old-Fc shioned Boys, Bit BY CYNTHIA GREY Would it be possible to find a“ ’98" model in 1921 attir speaking in terms of femininit ‘two youths in their 20's, put the question to the readers of | the Cynthia Grey columns last slighted. Following are a number of answers to their queri Mr, “Jack” and “Twenty-Six": Hay Solumn, I must not fail to answer you. Bieve it is the fault of the girls alon ‘iris of your dreams’ Do you ever remember of having bec ome ind girls to have ri more bashful, perhaps, than the tly, but did no to the ex treme as the other girls did. -This fegirl did not have such a good time Dbecause the attentions of the boys Girected toward the more friv s type. You may not have no- her at this first outing, be use you were having such @ heck & good time with the other dam , a8 you called them A few weeks later you may again} ve been in the same crowd. This you noticed the girl because Ow she was out for a good time and dressed and acted like the tt. ,To you she was what you Med the 1921 type of girl. "*Mr. Twenty-Six,” I hope you get hat I am trying to say. To put the Whole truth in a nutshell, there is a misunderstanding between the 9 sexes, the men thinking that gli girls, to use your expression, are | in, pleasure-seeking, fickle, cat-| h, irresponsible and unreasonable id the girls, who are quite right inking that they have to dress and as they do in order to get atten-| fion from any desirable boy | You may be an unusual type of| 1921 young men, and if you are, | stiBuld like to meet you. because | have surely failed as yet to find man of my dreams. BLUE-BELL. | . } a good time? . Disappointed in Her | lan of Dreams To “Twenty-Six’ You're on the track, laddie, from the very! rst sentence of your plaint. You| ouldn’t have been jilted by those ain, pleasure-seeking young dam if you hadn't sought this type. | You're not going to find a girl “like| mother used to be” for the very/| that you won't recognize her hen you meet her. She isn't ex ptinet by any means—she's about you| res THE = DOINGS OF THE DUFFS | BOUGHT A DRESS TODAY FOR MY LITTLE NIECE- SHE'S GIVING A PARTY AND | WANT TO SURPRISE HER! i my — IT’S PRET to Letters of ‘Jac TO To her. y? “Jack” and “Twenty- Monday. They have not been ing read your letters in Miss Grey Young men, do you honestly be © that you are unable to locate the! | n out with a crow@ of young boys| place in that crowd was a young t, but she was dressed neatly and N 1 IREY will recefve read- of this department at The Star office on Tuesdays from times by ap: pointment, Please do not come on other days than Tuesday un less you have an appointment with Miss Grey, as unexpected visitors interfere with her writ- ing. SS ¢ ers ‘TAG - WHAT ARE YOu._UP MIDE THESE APPLES she’s not labeled and she’s not advertising for a catch.” You were seeking the vain, easure-seeking, fickle, ete t tractive, a classy dres pe fa glib tongue and & good sport. You, the young m of tod haven't any time or an eye for the sensibly dressed or girl e's a dub. The the gentlemen friends and good times and th girl” is the little “stay-at-home” not because she’s so sensible she can’t enjoy the company of a decent | man and a good time, but because | Load She doesn’t receive the bid, on ac-| count of her sensibleness. The sil lier they are, the more frivolous and loud-tongued they can be—the more | populat and fought out they are. | Look about you and you'll know | whereof i'm talking. She's right in{ your neighborhood, | i'm 28 and famJnine—not a man.| hater: have had my little experience | in spite of my sensibleness, because I, like every normal girl, longed and | hoped and was heart hungry for a| hearth and home—not a few glad| rags and a lively time with a differ. | ent “bird” every night, and because | of my trust and love and belief in| one man, the man I believed, the Man of My Dreams, I must sign my. everywhere, but because ser was n ‘ok school I WANE A FAKE “TELEPVOME I ay Wowipycvms )\| OFFICE THAT Hoos WHATS ON Your |) AQUART. MID You Mind 2 POUR OUT A DRINK | selt A GIRL WITH A PAST. “THE UPHILL ROAD” (Gepyright, Hodder & stovgnton) By RUBY M.A YRES EVERETT TRUE ‘WHO'S WHO IN THE STORY RICHARD FERRIER, after an absence | 12 years, returns to England from the ds of Canada, where fortune | upon him. Lonely, he goes to =| ‘A young woman seated beside faints. At the req’ if her brother | aid, Ferrier carries the girl to the! ‘Where, after she is revived, .sbe is | jops that HASTINGS. A letter which fatled to receive had been (ICKY, bosom friend of Forrter tn frne letter suggested that Has- | Sn old friend of Micky's, extend) hospitality to Ferrier. Hastings tn- Ferrier to become his guest at seashore village. Ferrier accepts. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY glanced at his wate! old-fashioned, battered and worn. | cross-grained old dad had given | to him 12 years ago, and not for! would Richard Ferrier have with it; it had ticked away minutes for him since the morn- he had proudly pocketed it—it ticked away flying hours during last four days. It was a quarter to three now. In other hour he would be out of ondon, speeding on toward the lit- ‘village by the sea with the woman 9 filled his life by day and haunted dreams at night; and then—well, dared not look forward to the ‘A rosy veil of trembling hap- and untasted joys that were come hung between him and it. ‘would not have lifted it had he able—there is such sweetness uncertainty. Ferrier went downstairs, past the oup of marble figures that he had nembered during all the years of “This exile, to the long drawing room "beyond. Cool, green blinds kept out the hot inun—low, cushioned chairs were Upcattered about—flowers stood on all e tables. Joan Hastings sat the desk, wi She started up when she saw ‘errier. She wore a large, shady hat a white plume, and a loose ustcoat over a white dress. Pe “Winished all your packing?” she y 4 him, smiling. She had been mmensely amused at his one bag, the said she could not understand he could get all his clothes t of ie { Ferrier looked down at her his great height; she always de him feei awkward and ungainly ihe was so dainty. She put her letters away in a itchel she carried. She talked on “Ralph is sleeping somewhere, I lieve; he is such a lazy man. He ster traveling—he has grumbled all » very thought of hit,” she laughed up at him. “I hope Fyou won't find Baston too dull—it's Pauch a tiny place. We very seldom Dxet visitors—but Ralph likes it, he RY rays it soothes his nerves after town Tiut we never stay there long.” “1 am quite sure it will not be dull,” Ferrier answered. “It 1s only too good of you to have me. I'm afraid you will find me an awful bother.” She laughed. “If we do, I shall tell yo—shall The blue eyes were raised to his }with an undoubted challenge. Fer- rier made a quick step forward, but | discreet ce at his elbow stopped | him. A boy in buttons stood there, bith a face of stolid expressionless 88 jsmoking room with an | ter come around to my digs 4A gentleman to see you, sir, He} won't give no name, sir; he says that you wouldn’t know him. He's in the Smoking room, sir Ferrier raised his brow Shis brains to think of anybody wild possibly have discovered T whereabouts, but f he racked who h He shrugeed his s! ‘ Ps “I'll come directly.” The boy departed noiselessly. Joan had moved away. “You're not so friendless, after all, then,” she teased him. “I wonder who your visitor is?—somebody who | will prevent your coming with us, perhaps?” | “Nobody could prevent that,” said | Ferrier—he move toward her again —she laughed nervousiy—she shook her head. “It's very rude to keep people waiting—don’t you know that?” Ferrier shrugged his shoulders—| frowned a little, He thought she| was annoyed with him. He glanced at her almost angrily from beneath his heavy brows—then he turned, | and strode from the room. | He pushed open the door of, the| impatient | hand. He was not at all anxious to! see who his visitor might be—he srudged every moment away from Joan. He stood on the threshold | looking in with a decided scowl. — | A man sat in a deep armchair by the fern-filled grate; his feet were stuck up on another chair; his’ hat and stick were thrown down on a sofa; he was smoking a cigaret. He turned his head as Ferrier en- tered, then he moved his legs off the chair, and rose to his feet. “So you're Dick Ferrier?” he said. Ferrier stared. “I am—but I don't know who you are,” he said bluntly. The other laughed—a hearty laugh. He tossed the end of his cigaret into the ferns. ‘Don't suppose you do—but I’ve had a nice dance round to find you all the same. Micky’s first’ letter miist Have gone astray somehow—I only got his second one the day be- | fore yesterday, and I posted off up| pool at once, called at the} treet Hotel, and they told me you'd come on he. Anyway, I'm de to you. Shake hands! Micky must have told you about me| I'n Ralph Hastings.” — AND THE DENTIST TREATED IT FoR AGoUT A week! He THOVGMT HE COULD Savé fT, BUT IT GOT WORSE AND WORSE! MAN, HOW L SurreREeD WITH THAT TOOTH NIGHT AFTER NIGHT, Day AFTCE DAY |. OH, L SIMPLY SurECReED EVGRY THING, —— AND THON—_-: IT WAS AS PAINFUL AS YouR CHATTER, TL CAN SYMPATHIZE WITH You SS HERE'S SOMETHING You HAVEN'T SureerecD —YER— BT co geht see CHAPTER IV In his journeyings thru life, Rich: ard Ferrier had learned nevey to be surprised at anything, but as he stood in the hotel smoking room and stared at the man who faced him smilingly, with outstretched hand, he felt as if the earth had suddenly come to an abrupt termination and left him in a dream-world where everything was ridiculous and un- expected. Twice he tried to speak, but no words would come. He jerked his head angrily— “I beg your pardon,” he managed to stammer. “But you say you're Ralph Hastings?” The, other man laughed. “That% about the size of it,” he said, “But—I say—you don't seem very pleased to see me. Wake up, man, and shake hands. We're going to have fine times. Sorry f can't take you down to High Chimneys— » say you've heard of the old place. Micxy looked upon it as home, I know. Rare sport we had there fishing, shooting. We had to sell it when the guy’nor died. Old story: mortgages, and unsuccéssful specu lations. Poor old Anyway, we got a jolly good price for it can’t grumble. T live in town now and the mater and sister in the coun- | tr: ney'll be delighted to see you. | w made you come to this hotel’ Old-fashioned show it is. You'd .bet. | you'll | like them. T had ‘em furnished in al topping style—no little rotten chairs | Tf, Wee all for comfort, You'll be quit STUDY WITH AN-EXPERT | home there, Come along today AT spirin “Bayer” on Genuine Aspirin—say “Bayer” Toothache, Lum- All druggists of Aspirin in matism, Earache, bago and for Pain. sell Bayer Tablets handy tin boxes of 12, and in bot- tles of 24 and 100, Aspirin is the trade mark of Bayer Manufacture of Monoaceticacidester of Salicylic Warning! 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TAGALONG - WHY DON'T You T WAS $14.7 THe GOOD AT POKER THEN “THEY STARTED “THE GALLOPING DOMINOES AMD I WAS NICKED FOR / | Tom, DON’T You THINK THIS IS ACUTE DRESS? 1) BOUGHT IT TODAY ~~ IT WONT SPANK YOu THIS “TIME, AS THERE IS NO EWDENCE T AM 7 YEARS ov,” ANDTINT MY HAIR © WE WAVE 6 PAYMENTS YET "To MAKE Of OUR CAR, MID MV WOMEN ARE WITH THety PLUMB DAFFEY THE NUT BROS-CH | TELL You THE LITTLE SKYROCKET GOING THIS DRESS |S FOR _ can ae BY,AHERN | — HUSBAND BOUGHT MY DIAMOND RING, FROM A BARTENDER -By Mabel Cle OVERHEARD You have often heard that “eavesdroppers never heareagny good of themselves.” Well, David didn't intend to be one, but he had been told to wait “right there” for daddy, and the men talked along without paying any attention to hint and this is what he heard: “Did you get that?” “what?” “Those young sprouts growling about the roads; ‘too much dust; full of chuck holes; rotten road to Snoqualmie falls.’ “They make me sick,” the pio- neer continued. “When I travel over the miles and miles of splen- did roads in this state in an auto- mobile and think back on what we had, I wonder if this gener tion Is going to be worth a hill 0° beans. “Too easy for ‘em— that's what's the matter; too easy.” You lived in Seattle in pioneer days?” questioned other man, “No, Oh no; I lived in ‘Orcas island, one of the most pictur esque places in this country, and in 1889 we had no roads of any kind, and only team of horses in a radius of ) mile Couldn't have used a team if we had one. “Had to carry everything we ate in packs over our backs, All but meat—I've shot two or three deer many a time before break: fast. When I first went up there the the | we had to shoot ‘em to keep ‘em from eating up our gardens. “Afterwards they weren't 80 plenty, and we often hunted them |im the dusk and shot at their brighteyes. Thad a neighbor who thought he was shooting at the eyes of a deer and shot straight into his own lighted window. “We didn't grumble over boats, either, and ‘service.’ “When we wanted to leave the island we got in a canoe or a sail- boat and went. | “I recall one day I started off jin my sailboat when I came near | going to see the mermaids at the bottom of the sea. I started out | alone with my good old gun. “The wind was pretty high, but it promised to be a fair day for sailing and I calculated I ought |to make pretty good time. “Well, that wind rose and rose and the water grew rougher and my little boat drove along at 1 terrific rate. “If I had had anybody with me I might have managed, but I was |by myself and—one never knows |exactly how a thing happens in « jcase like that, The next thing I knew a gale struck my boat and over she went and I was out in the cold deep waters of the Sound. “I managed to catch the side of the overturned boat, however; drew ‘myself up and there I sat for over an hour on the bottom of that boat. Seared? Oh, not much, | But I did feel bad about my gun. [Pee I ever go sailing again? Poof! I was a pioneer, I hardly gave it a second thought!" PRR RBH Confessions of a Husband 25. “I'm tired of George—he does noth- ing but cough and complain about his cold and my extravagance. You sit in front with me, Tom.” Edith said that to us as we respond- ed to her frantic honking by hurry. ing down stairs, Obediently I helped Dot into a rear seat «nd climbed into the front seat with Edith “George, in addition to being a semi-invalid right now, js too nervous to drive,” she explained as we began threading our way in and out of the heavy northbound traffic on Broad- way. It seemed that everyone who had a car was hurrying to get out into the untry to enjoy the wonderful ng day “1 guess my driving will make him more nervous,” she continued, as we skidded past a lumbering limousine and then darted in front of it. A fly would have been squeezed to sath between the mudguards of the sp} children,” pro: we have to “You tested Dot get home sa haven't any “Don't fot to Bobbie.” “ve been driving this way for ten | years and I'm still here to. tell the tole,” laughed Edith. “Well, it’s good you didn’t have kind of a sport he is." (Copyright, 1921, by N. B.A) a HE WHAT WAS YOUR IDEA IN PROPOSING “To YOUR GIRL ES SWAL COULD GIVE 3 HER THE | ge’ RING! )} wis TWINS Roberts Barton MORE TROUBLE “And that’s not the worst of it,” went on Mr. Sprinkle-Blow, the Weatherman. “Not only did I promise Builder Beaver to keep the weather nice for him, but I also promised Mr. and Mrs. Muskrat that I'd keep the creek low until they could get their house hollowed out the proper size for their new family. For muskrats make a house like your daddy makes a well, only they begin at the bottom and dig up, while your daddy begins at the top and digs down. If their new family has arrived and Old Man Flood sends a rush of high water, it'll get into their bedroom and probably drown the babies. And another thing—" “Goodness! cried the twins to- gether, their eyes bulging with con- sternation, It was terrible to think what harm they had done. “Is there anything else wrong?’ “Land, yes; or I mean, oceans, yes," replied Sprinkle-Blow. “And they’re all probably out to sea by this time.” “Who?" cried Nick. “Who's out I PAY EDITH BACK IN KIND room for mother and father; I don’t know what they would have said to the chances you take.” “I think it's mighty good of Tom: and Edith took her eyes from the road long enough to give me a swift |giince—"to be so nice and thought. |ful of your parents. Lots of men |don’t like visits from their ‘in-laws’. | don’t know what George would say if my parents decided to spend a we at our house,” (here was an awkward silence for a moment. “Did I say anything I shouldn't | hav r Edith with seeming in- jn hat's just like me—I'm always saying the wrong thing. I shake a mighty ugly tongue, I guess. But you do like Dot's parents, don’t | your" I knew the question was addressed to me, tho the wheel at that particu- lar moment demanded all Edith's at tention, She swerved the car just in time to avoid hitting a young’ girl |who was darting across the street, | With some effort I replied: “Dot's mother is a very admirable person, As for my father-in-law, Sid and the other fellows in the card game last night ean tell you what ‘ I breathed a sigh of relief and thought that the subject ‘would be dropped. But Edith went on: “The trouble 1s, I suppose, that a mother-in-law always thinks she knows. more than anyone else and that her advice should always be taken. And of course a man resents any interference in his home—he wouldn't be much of a man if he didn’t. But I am sure mother-in-law is far too sensible to offer her advice where it isn’t wanted,” “Dot's mother used to have one bad habit, but I broke her of it,” I de- clared. “What was that?” Edith fell into the trap, “She used to ask a lot of ques: tions.” (To Be Continued) Mother Gray’s AROMATIC-LEAF The Medicinal Tea, regulates the system and gi ‘auick relief to Weakness and lam: of the back and kidneys, nervousness and the dull pains of the head. AROMATIC. | LEAR is a ple, pleasant ren for that tired, languid cond which so unfits one for the tasks. Get a package at your drug- sts, or by mail, 600. Address Mother Gray Co., Le Rov It was terrible to think of what harm they had done to sea, Mr. Weatherman?” “The Mink family,” explained fairy. “Marty came to me day and said he was giving a ing party to his friends. He ha dug a nice hole in the ice 'n’ every thing, knowing that spring was 0 4 near and there wouldn't be mu¢ more chance to have that kind o 7 party, for the first fiood would B likely to break the ice up in pleces and carry it off, and that’s exac what has happened, I fear. Old Flood always works in a hurry.” ” “Oh!” said Nick. “We're so Mr. Weatherman. What can we to help?" 4 “Il unlock the door of the Nuisance Fairies again and let out Jack Frost," answered Sprinkle Blow. “He can be useful at times, altho he has a bad habit of snoop — ing around when he isn’t in the — least wanted.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright 1921 by N € our [ese tte Basses