The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 6, 1921, Page 9

a! i Young Men, Are Y: \ ing the date on a pitchfork, } 4 himself again in the hall. x ( MONDAY, JUNE 6, 1921. BY CYNT The two young men who wrote a other used to be, evidently set lots From the many answers sent to their letter 0 young men are just like all of ¢ at they have been “fishing in t lead of pearls, Following are some | Dear Miss Grey: 1 want to an er the young men who are looking for a "98 model in 1921 attire. Yes, boys, there are plenty of girls the old school, but not in the ees you are looking for them. lence they are not looking for your tyle. They are not on the streets, Jazzing around, but are at home here they belong. About character, perhaps you have hing to say. Don't run a girl mn before you know her. A girl "t go wrong by herself. You 't find the kind of girls you are for at the dance halls. If were to go pearl fishing and ul in” onty a mussel shell, surely would not say there are no It Is exactly the same case th searching for the right sort of \ A GIRL OF 11. folo LEAD for MONDAY— eee inks Modern Education isses Mark Dear Cynthia Grey: In last night's per, under the caption of “Educa or What?" appeared an article med by “A Citizen” that just ex voiced my opinion of the pub- & school system. IT have discussed the lack of co ition between the grade schools the high schools with various sons whe are interested, and I d that there are many who think I do: that the foundation for an lucation is not being laid under the ng system in the grade school confess that I did not realize that iy children were not getting all that ey should of the commoner nches of learning. It was a great to me to find that my daugh- who is a second half sophomore klin high school at 16 years age knew the capitals of three of the states in the Union, they were Washington, Oregon California, and she was not sure ‘California. . ‘This is merely an example of the ral lack that I find exists. She | not taught to concentrate, petther was she given studies that iid lead to what she would have take up when she entered high hool. What is true of my daugh- | is also true of my son, who ompletes the eighth grade this nth. "The teachers are not to blame for is condition, and many of them feel that much of their time is wasted too much system and not ehough tt work; some of them have n told me that in any contest ere children from all over the unty compete it is always the ers from the smaller towns 6 come out with the high honors. ‘would like to hear from some wd + “THE UPHILL ROAD” (Coprright, Hester & Stoughton) By RUBY M.AYRES (Continued From Saturday) CHAPTER V. “Six months’ imprisonment™ Rich- Ferrier echoed the words tone His eyes wandered away concerned face. They em ly at a hideous calendar her head on the wall, which the design of a grinning fiend iding the date on a pitchfork. All life Richard remembered that nic expression. To his excited tion it seemed to be floating his own ruined dream. he stout manageress was apply- @ corner of a handkerchief to eyes. but I couldn't bear that you d go off, not knowing.” moved. He was conscious ‘once that his nerves had been d to snapping point. He sat heavily in a chair behind him. ’s all right,” he said. “I'm obliged to you. Please don't yourself.” He drew a long th, he gave a little forced laug [ guess I'm old enough and big h to look after myself—eh?” asked, almost whimsically. woman screwed her handker- into a damp ball. “It's not that I'm a mischief- er,” she said, earnestly. “I dn’t willingly harm afly, but ‘you'd been my own son, sir, I'd thanked any one for warning - | "Yes, I know. I quite under One thing, how is it you all this? Where did you hear ite” ‘The woman's kindly face flushed ‘Gull crimson. “It's against myself to tell you, ‘Dut my own boy was mixed up with them. He was in the house the might the police raided it. He man- | @ged to escape.” “Ah! The son who was in Can- ” vs oe eo Se- 7s Segerye' “Yes, sir. He's dead now. It drink»and the cards that killed ." Her voice grew hard. “I've cause to love those that led astmy, but all the same, I'd have spoken against them if hadn’t put me so in mind of boy. I couldn’t bear that you yuld go the same way.” errier laughed wretchedly. [He her wondered that this woman juld have put him ‘down as a ‘ling; and yet—had he not been? ld he not still be a weakling ¢ Joan Hastings was con- cerned? He rose to his feet and held out a@ hand “I thank you very much,” he said. “1 not forget your kindness.” He left the office with its pile of ledgers and the grinning fiend hold- and He mbered that he had not yet ‘had it out with Joan’s brother—and that they were due to start for ‘a in a few moments. The lift- was already bringing down luggage, and his one bag. As stood there uncertainly, Joan her brother came across the They were both dressed for ling. The man smoked a cigar, looked smiling and. pleased. 2” be asked,-when he saw, Cynthia Grey: ‘ou Fishing in the Wrong Pond— Looking for Mussels Instead of Pearls? HIA,GREY skking if there are any 1921 girls like of young people to thinking, judging One girl retorts that these | he othergpshe has ever heard tell of—| tworong pond,” looking for mussels in- of the letters: | | | ISS GREY will receive read ere of this department at The Star office on Tuesdays from 9 to 4, and at other times by ap- pointment. Please do not come on other days than Tuesday un- less you have an appointment with Mims Grey, as unexpected visitors interfere with her writ ing. | of your readers on this subject, and | if we find that it {s politics that has | undermined our school system then | as patriotic citizens we must change | the politics. | Respectfully, | DISILLUSIONED, | . Nice Girls Everywhere in General and Nowhere in Particular My ‘Dear Cynthia Grey: “Twenty- | | Six” and “Jack” need consolation jand I wish to offer them mine. | | 1 am glad to be able to inform) you, “Twenty-Six” and “Jack,” that | there are still in this world what you | term a ‘98 model in 1921, But you must look in the right places in or-/ der to find them. I am sorry that | 1 cannot make that any more defin- ite, for the right places are every- | where in general and nowhere in| particular, You will ' find college girls, shop girls and other girls who | favor “a home, children, loving hus: | |band and the better things of life,” land you will find, too, college girls, | |shop girls and other girls who are | “vain, pleasure-seeking, fickle, cat- jtish, irresponsible and unreasonable” | —perhaps to a greater or lesser de- gree. But even tho this latter half are thus on the exterior, you will| |find if you go deep enough that they too have either alive or dormant the same desires aa those which the first group has, It is not the girls of 1921 who are at fault. They are jnot materially different from our mothers and grandmothers, but our organization of society does tend to repress the natural desires of girls. Every girl at some time in her life [has the desire for the right man, home and children. If there is no | way of satisfying this desire, the girl tends to become vain, ete., in, order to forget her deeper desires. My dear ““Twenty-Six” and “Jack,” lyou get what you demand, and if lyou show that you admire the big- lger things in life more than you do ithe superficial, you will soon find them. Look to yourself before criti cising too much, for maybe our ‘98 model in 1921 is looking for a loving \husband and coming to the conclu- |sion that “there ain't no such ani- mal. A ‘98 MODEL OF 1921, Ferrier. “The cab's at the door and we ought to start.” “Yes, I'm ready.” Ferrier fetched the elouch hat, which he still wore to please Joan. He walked to the open door and let the breeze blow on his face. He knew that Joan was watching him with puzzled eyes. He marveled that she could not guess of his dis- covery. He thought it must be writ. ten in his eyes. Presently she followed him. He did not turn, tho he heard the soft swish of her frock across the car- peted hall. She was close him when she spoke. For a moment Richard Ferrier closed his eyes and set his teeth. He felt as if he could have fallen at her feet, and wept like a child for his doubt of her. It was not true, this hideous thing he had heard. She was pure and eweet—a fit wife for a man who had tried to keep himself straight and clean. |And yet—“Six months’ imprison- ment! Ferrier clenched his hands. The blood sang in his ears. For a moment he was blind and deaf to his surroundings. Soft fingers touched his clenthed hands, a sweetly anxious voice spoke to him. “Are you ill? Oh, are you it He forced himself to self-control. He even managed a smile as he looked down at her. “No, no; it’s nothing, nothing. Oughtn’t we to be starting? I guess the train won't wait.” * The soft fingers fell from his. She haif turned away, and at that mo- ment her brother joined tiem. The drive to the station was almost silent. The man Hastings did not trouble to talk. Ferrier feigned in- terest in a paper he had brought with him, and Joan sat looking thru the window. She was very pale. Once, when Ferrier met her eyes, he fancied they held an appeal—an ap- peal to which he resolutely shut his heart. Ferrier 414 not know in the least | What he meant to do. For the im- |mediate presegt things would have to slide. He would wait and see what | happened. They only just caught the East- sea train, Hastings tipped the guard to allow them a compartment to themselves, and when they had started, he leaned back and closed his eyes, apparently sleeping, Ferrier sat opposite Joan, who tried to make him falk. She spoke of the places thru which they passed. It was all new ground to him. Yes- terday it would have seemed a jour. ney to heaven, but today he felt as a man must feel who journeys home with his wife's coffin. It was nearly 6 o'clock when they reached Eastsea. For a couple of miles the train had run along close to the seashore, and the little sum- mer waves seemed almost to break against the metals. “Ien't it beautiful?’ asked Joan wistfilly, looking out over the danc. ing sea. Ferrier made no answer. She turned her head and looked at him. “Do you think you will find it dull?” she asked him. “Oh, T am so afraid you will. Soon you will be | trying to find an excuse to get away from us.” : His cyes mothers, With sudden, WHY THAT GUY OWES EVERY BODY IN THIS OFFICE! Pm i u PUTTING HE'S OWED ME THAT TEN-SPOT FOR OVER Six THE SEATTLE STAR The New Period of Time YOu MAY AS WELL KISS THAT TEN- SPOT GOOD BE! | KNow Him! \ |] on, Loowrr TaseuncLe VAN WROTE ME A LETTER -LISTEN AN TLL READ Ir 1p A%150,000 DINING ROOM. A DANCING PAVILION AND A MARBLE cc TAKE A DOLLAR'S worl or ese. tS AS MY FresTt MOVR Town "NEVER TRADES AN INDIVIDUAL You'Re OvuT oF You OUGHT To BE In THE Cone TERY |! wares Tea KNOCKS HIS HOMES “TowN PLACE WELL, IT AIN'T WHat (tT USSD v 4 passionate impulse, he leaned over and caught her hands, “I never want to get away from you. I will never leave you if—it—" He broke off hoarsely. Joan gave a little cry and shrank back from him tremblingly. Richard Ferrier loosed her hands and gave g shaky laugh. “I am sorry —please forgive me, I'm a rough sort of chap. See how fine the cliffs are from here?” It was a deliberate effort td change the conversation, but he was tn tor- ment. He told himself it would be an impossibility to live in the same house with this woman and not be- tray himself—agony to meet her eyes and pretend that he did not know the lie she was acting. Hoe thanked heaven when the train drew up at the little wayside station. Hastings awoke with an exagger- ated yawn. Ferrier shrewdly guessed that his sleep bad been feigned. An anxious porter with a gouty foot DYE ONLY WITH “DIAMOND DYES” Uniess you ask for “Diamond Dyes” you may get a poor dye that streaks, spots, fades and gives that dyed look. Every package of Dia- mond Dyes’ contains simple direc- tions for home dyeing or tinting any new, rich, fadeless color into gar- ments or draperies of any material No mistakes! No failures! 3 = hurried to the carriage door, and staggered away with Ferrier’s hold- all and Joan's dressing case. Jontinued From Yesterday ( SS scbon ad || demanded. | ting that the engine wouldn't run?” HE HAS OWED ME TWENTY DOLLARS SINCE 1917. BR! B.R MEANS, BEFORE PROHIBITION WHAT DOYoU MEAN BR — AND WE HOPE You WILL VISTT US SOMETIME BEFORE LONG. 1 AM SENDING MY REGAQDS ‘To TAGALONG. By Mabel Cleland _»% DOWN It was a beautiful morning, something over 30 years ago. ‘Two young pioneers in the Puget Sound country were at their breakfast. Their little log house was finished and cosy; they had no stove as yet, but the wife made delicious bread which she baked in front of her open fire. They had cleared quite a bit of land and had some of it planted, and always it was they who did things, for there were no children in this home, just a hushand and a tall, young wife, with a strong, | straight back and good muscles} and lots of energy and courage.) So while they ate they planned their day. “I think,” said the man, “that while this weather holds, we ought to get in a good pile of wood and have it stacked before the rains begin. Suppose we take the sled and go down the road a just put in the day at it.” “That's the best plan,” agreed the wife, and she tidied up the} house and washed the dishes, | while the husband caught the) horse and hitched him up to the sled. Oh, yes, tt was that kind of sled, a heavy, clumsy sled, home- made and crude, on which they piled their wood as they sawed and chopped and split it in the forest. Then their one horse could draw it over the little rough | it, te tt? 382 THE LITTLE ROAD road which they themselves had cut. I am not quite sure, but I think that little road must have been part of what is now the Mo Clellan Pass highway. ‘When they had gone quite a distance down the road, the horse tossed his. head, pricked up his ears, flared his nostrils, and sniffed “Wonder what he thinks he sees,” said the wife, and they went on. ‘ The horse gave a little jerk and stopped. “Oho? sald the man, “so that’s That's the biggest bear I ever saw.” Right down the little road he came, in his slow, waddling way, right toward them. “I say,” the man said, “do you know, we didn’t bring the gun. You stay here and watch him and 1 run back and get the gun.” And off he ran. The young wife told the story, “The horse stopped, of course, and I saw he was scared, so IT stood by his head. My husband hadn't more than got out of sight when the bear rose up on his hind legs and began walking like a man. . “Straight on he came, and the horse got a little nervous, My, but that beast looked big! I never took my eyes off him a second; we just looked at each other and he came on and on, nearer and nearer. When he was within a few feet of me, he dropped to his fore feet and waddled off. No, I wasn't frightened, but neither was he.” REREE rs, Kia NU Sprinkle-Blow’s parachute. When Jack Frost had left the star that the Weatherman lived on, to follow Old Man Flood to the earth and repair his damage, Mr. Sprinkle- Blow turned to Nancy and Nick. ‘Now, my dears,” said he, “I think that we may rest assured that things j will be all right with our friends. Builder Beaver can finish his dam, which, to tell you the truth, he should have had all ready in the fall; Mark Muskrat can finish his house above highwater mark, and Marty Mink can have his fishing party on the ice without being carried out fo | sea. Suppose we all go down to the earth ourselves now, and see how things are coming on. I've been so busy up here in the sky getting enough rain barreled up for spring showers, and sunbeams put away for days when Mr. Sun is lazy, and various other things, that really I've had to neglect the earth creatures. You can help me a great deal, I'm sure, being able to understand what they say. And having your Magic Green Shoes is gding to be the best Confessions of a Husband (Copyright, 1921, by N. & 27. EDITH MAKES ASTRANGE OFFER OF FRIENDSHIP “How on earth did you do it?” I ‘gasped. Only a minute before my wife and her husband had taken the train back to the city because the} car had apparently broken down hopelessly. “Can’t you guess?” she inquired, provokingly, “Or must I explain it in words of one syllable?” I was stumped, and I suppose my looks confessed it, Edith burst into a laugh, “ghall we beat them back to the/ city, or aren't you in a hurry to re- turn?" “Did you do that on purpose?” IT “Were you just pretend. “What if I was? What if I did it so George could have some excuse for taking the train back,and not making his poor cough worse by rid- ing any more in this open car?” “II confess I don't know what to make of you,” I stammered. I was 100 per cent surprised, and | I am afraid I cut a rather sorry fig: | ure, as a man always does when he} learns & woman has been thinking | \| three times as rapidly as he. i “Come, now; is there anything so wrong in what ] dig “I suppose not, but—* “But you are shocked. Own up to it, spoiled, My father began George has continued it, ways done what I pleased.” "TI can believe that.” “And, after all,~whateharm ts there in what I did? Dot wanted to get home, and so did George. I gave them a good excuse, As for myself, I wanted to talk to you. No—don't flatter yourself—" she put In hastily as I was about to say something—"I merely find you mildly amusing.” “Thank you.” Albert Hansen Jeweler and Silversmith NOW LOCATED 1518 Second Ave. it and I've al- And for my part, I admit I am, “Seriously, tho, why cant we be good friends? Why is the world al- ways so suspicious? If yoy had a sister, I could see her as often as I pleased, and no one would say @ “Well, you know some people have old-fashioned ideas.” “Yes; but why should we let them control us? We know there ts no wrong in it, Isn't that enough? I| was telling you: the precise truth when I said I had been spolled and had always had my way, but in spite of that I haven't really been happy. I haven't felt that people understood me, George doesn't, tho he is a dear, dependable fellow, “Now, if I find some one who un- derstands me, why can't he and T be good friends? Is the fact that he is/ |@ man and I am a woman a bar to| friendship? Say that you don't/ think it ts, or I'll believe you don't understand me, either,” she pleaded. The car was slowly bowling along a road that wound thru a stfetch | {of woods, The indefinable odor of spring was in the air. PAGE 9 BY ALLMAN Now 1 KMOw! BY BLOSSER ‘ WHERE ARE THEY, FRECKLES? ka ad BY AHERN } SO MANY MOUNTAINS In a trice they were sailing earthward under help of all, for weathermakers myself are likely to have to where, you never can tell, my umbrella, when open, all three of us down to the it is only strong enough for one when” we wish to return here. Yea, ree Shoes are very valuable.” Bo brella, then taking Nancy’s hand, walked to the edge of the “Now, my dear, you take Nick's and we'll all jump together. One the money, two for the show, to make ready, and four to go?” 5s In a trice they were sailing ee ward under Mr. Sprinkle-Blow’s a: parachute, gently as gossamer. 1 (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by BA) eee BEFORE AND AFTER CILOBIRTH aptiidl cine to anyone who Ree Wiuiams, Overpeck, Ohio. some woman not who rons ronan ong as Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vé pound is now as the; ard remedy for such ailments, “Of course, we can be friends,” I assured her, So He Combinuem - em ‘ ‘Mecmnent,