The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 7, 1921, Page 11

, ESDAY, JUNE 7, 1921. Sn € ““Twenty-Sizx” who called wpon ‘to let them know whether there are any girls today like the mother of yesterday, was one containing a big surprise. The writer agreed with the young ‘to “bawl out” the girl of today, and I thought “How like a man to take such a one-sided viewpoint of the en- Hire feminine sex!” but imagine the shock when the closing s revealed the writer as q girl Following is the letter: Dear Miss Grey: This is in answer the young men who wished, to w it they would ever find a “")s” toxic! in 1921 attire, "I also have come to the concluston hat there “ain't no sech things” as ansible girls. L.Girls of today don’t want to leatn usework, sewing and cooking. Th want to learn the latest jazz i t can show them the best time. when it comes right down to work, they can't and won't heard a girl remark the other! that housework was degrading. think of {, work that our pthers do and are happy about, is f ingt As for children, most girls and m young married women have no . for them. You see them carry y around a little cur and cuddling & when a'child would look a great b ‘ more at home there. eae speak of the vain, pleasure Reking girl of today, Y up Second ave. aify afternoon @ watch the grand para Miris that wear their ski heir knees, half-socks and some Hind of fancy hich.colored garters. Yould your mother have dressed e that when she was a girl? No! either would any other decent, Wf-respecting girl, and yet, how y of them do it? You and’ your lend Jack may be mighty pleased t you are not tied down to a pair silly things like them Don't give un, tho, until you have ind someone equa! to your mothers If-respect, who will help you"to something really worth while in otherwise, you will always be » und ni\e times_out of ten a ree is the end of such a’ mar. because of poor cooking and a y house and a pleasure-seeking forever on the ao. . Tam a girl, but I don’t have be a fool because of it. We are here to be home-makers, not foo!- ers. EIGHTEEN. =z eee ‘igh School Girl Vrites Opinion r Miss Grey: I am only a high ol girl, sd havé not been out Into id very much as yet, but less “I'feel that I am in a ition to answer the letter written 7 young man few days ago, ince I ‘come in contact with so By yotmg women every day. As pgegeral rule, the ‘girta” at “high eho are not caNed young ‘women, fet" mty extimation, that ts what are SI fear these young men have got- "Into the wrong circle. iat these “circles” are rather few y “between, ‘but if they are the ‘ot young” men ‘ir letter Tam sure they will not search fain. The young women who are othese. “circles” are fust as wxious to meet youns men with th ideals as the young men are i ynthia Grey: iter Who Pans Girls of Today Turns Out to Be One of Them * BY CYNTHIA GREY Among the many letters received in answer to “Jack” and e and where the best dance hall | pwn is, or where the young man | “THE UPHILL ROAD” the public, thru these columns, men who wrote and continued I read tt, M's GREY will receive read ers of this department at The Star office on Tuesdays from 9 to 4, and at other times by ap- pointment, Please do net. come on othee days than Tuesday un- leas you have an appointment with Mins Grey, as unexpected visitors interfere with ber writ- ing, anxious to mect the girls, According te the articles in some of our newspapers and magazines, the moral ‘side of this old world ts} fast coming to an end, but there ts | stil an army of faithful, pure, sweet young women who are striy ing to Uphold standards of living. PHYLLIS. No Chance to Be Old-Fashioned Dear Miss Grey: In answer to “Twenty-Six,"” I would like to say there are lots and lots of girls who start out by being just old-fashioned girls, but somehow the boys never notice these girls, so they naturally take to dressing so they will noti¢e them. Not because they want cause they get tired of staying at home while the girls who wear short skirts and French heels and dress classy “have all the fun, ~ Imagine how I felt when my boy friend asked | me why I didn’t wear high heels and | wear my hair fan style, etc., et, Of course you will say to forget that kind, of a fellow, Yes, but they're all the same. . Believe me, every red- blogged girl likes to hae a good time. “And rather than be out of it altogether she will dress and act like the girls att the boys seem to fall for. A WORKING GIRL OF SEVENTEEN, eee No Old-Fashioned Boys, Either? Dear Miss Grey: I read the letter in the papers from the boy of 26 and was very much impressed to think that there really were a few gentic men left. I was beginning to feel disappointed and was wishing I had been born in the good old day that my mother ts always talking about. I have aiso a fhumber of girl friends that frel the same way that I do and so I think that it ts just as you say, that we must be in with the wrong crowd, altho they all erem nice and nearly lke the old-fasb- foned boy until after you get more acquainted, ahd then they are the hew-tashionéd boy of 1921 But I can tell you it ts old-fashioned when you to, but be find your old-fashioned gtrl, ax I am wishing to find the same sort of a boy, I remain, A GIRL WHO I8 INTERESTED. ad ‘THE SEATTLE STAR w sie aurea dain i camera DOINGS OF THE DUFFS OH,TOM, EONA 1S GOING TO) weit! WAS STAY ALL NIGHT AND WE'RE FIXING A BED FoR LITTLE Queenie! VA DIDN'T KNOW T WUT A VENTRILOQUIST, DIDJA SLIM? YEAH T CAN THROw MY VOICE ANYWHERES. YOU GIRLS WOULD | OLIVIA,) WISH You WONDERING HB GIRLS WOULD DEFER YOUR CONVERSATION UNTIL MORMING | ' YOURE: KEEPING EVERY BODY AWAKE! Bikey It Was a Hard Night for Tom ALL RIGHT: Vas ALL RIGUT- WATCH ME THROW MY, Voice IN THAT OLD GARBAGE AW,GET OUT— ONLY FELLAS ON CAN™ SEE IT THERE SELECTION wn BE, “OFT wi “WE STILLY mH”? WHAT ARG Ko TIRYING to GST AT $ YY TALK AS THOUGH I HAO TAKEN 4 BRIBES ALS £ DID WAS TO TRACES VOTES, Ano Trat's DONG GverY DAT i— SERSSANT, NO THE AM= WHEN You GET A CouPLe OF GIRLS TOGETHER THEY CHEW. THE RAG AND GIGGLE ALL NIGHT LONG! MAYBE” THEY LL CLOSE UP Now AND (CAN GET SOME SLEEP! Page 383 CAPTAIN CARSON Mrs. De Montis had not seen the children for quite a long time, and she was afraid Pesgy might have forgetten her, but no sooner were they settled down after luncheon than Pegsy proved her goad memory, | 5 “Did you say that you have Deen to see a very old auntie?” [World used to tle up at tts wharves to load timber. One day, when the building was just a skeleton, one-.of the workmen came upon grandfather's pipe ly- ing on a board. He picked-tt up, and finding it quite cold, said, Jokingty,-"Humph! Carson must be dead, Wouldn't stop smoking long PAGE 11. BY ALLMAN OW, OLIVIA ,COME Quick! Poor LITTLE QUEENIE IS GONE! BY BLOSSER GEEWIZZ, FRECKLES, 1 FORGOT WOT You BY AHERN We NWT BROS-CHES SWAL] WHAT 15 THE BEST KNOWN * WHERE THERE'S) |’ A WILL, = THERE'S A SQUABBLE OF RELATIVES” ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS HE COCKS ALY THe WORLD CIKSG A ACTYRG 1 8GE IN THE PAPSRS OF ONS BULANCS OUT TO THE she asked. “Old enough to be a Pioneer like Captain Carton? 1 enough to let his pipe get cold if he weren't.’ « o (Coprright, Hedder & Meughten) By RUBY M.AYRES Sey ei mere a _ (Contineed Frem Y: ree tac, coe urmeent ‘ was & Tlowe bed Tull Gf Sweet ; iiliams cut in the platform. A 4 -faced, barefooted boy sat 4 a luggage truck chewing a ) green apple. There was such a feel of peace and home about every- ng that Ferrier felt @ choking tion in his throat. There had n-just such a’ bed of Sweet Wil- ums in the garden of his boyhood's me. He stopped as he passed them, looked down at thefed-and-white ers with remintscént eyes. elve years since I saw flowers fe that,” he said to Joan. “It seems 4 ifetime. I was only telling Micky ” them the night before I satled ) for home—” He broke off. What | @id-she know about Micky? All her ed knowledge had been lies! _ “Dear old Micky,” said the girl, “Ferrier looked down at her—his were fierce. “It would be fine if Micky were now, eh?” he said slowly. es." She looked at him and Sled. “He talked of coming home next said Ferrier deliberately. ippose I was to write and ask him make it this year instead, eh?” fe watched her closely as he spoke. “If he only would!” she said. There not the least trace of embarrass- tin her voice. Ferrier, watching r, swote that he was a knave to "-Goubt her honesty—and yet he had n other women who were con- mate actresses. They drove,from the station to the puse in, a dusty carriage with oken springs. The luggage was follow with the gouty porter. The se was small but dainty, Muslin curtains fluttered in the breeze at » the windows, pink geraniums filled ) he flower boxes, the garden railings [i Fwere white painted. “Only a doll’s house, you see,” \Bastings said as the shabby hired fiy drew up at the gate, anda gmartjooking maid came down the Ipath. “But, such as it is, you are welcome a thousand times, my dear “fellow, and I only wish dear old Micky were here with you.” Ferrier swallowed hard; for ® morient he felt as if he could have knocked the man down, -but he forced himself to control. “Ah! he said lightly, “so do L 1 was just saying so to your sister, I must write to him tonight and tell him how good you've been to me.” As soon as he wag alone in his room hp rummaged in his bag for Peper and pencil. Ferrier was usua- a bad correspondent—but now his hand seemed to fly across the Paper, as he penned a few incoher- €nt lines to Micky out in Canada. 2 fron in with your old pal Hastings “Dear Micky: I've arrived, and I |in London. O14 chap, I cant explain, | but for heaven's sake write and tell me what sort of a looking fellow he is, and If the sister's name je Joan. You'll think I'm off my head—per- ha: am—but never mind. Write, write, write, and send me a photo- graph of them, ff you've got one. | IN write again this week, but the mall goes tonight, and I've got to catch it. Yours ever, DICK.” | After that Ferrier felt better. He calculated that with any luck he ought to hear from Micky in 15 days. Finally he unstuck the envelope and added a postscript— “Cable an answer, and IT) pay. Did you ever know a girl named Joan, and if so, who is she?” } He resealed the letter, put ft in his pocket, and went downstairs. The party had supper in a room facing the sea. There were old- fashioned scented stocks in a china bowl on the table, an open piano, with a song on the rack, fn a cor- ner of the room. Hastings said that Joan would sing to them later. Joan had changed her traveling frock for white dress. She looked véry young,and fair in. the room where the shadows were gathering and the long rays. of golden sunset crept thru the windows like pointing fingers. Ferrier could not bear to look at her. When supper was finished he asked for the nearest postoffice, Hastings answered quickly— “There's a pillar-box in the wall at the corner which is cleared every evening at 9 Joan will take your jletters while we have a smoke—eh, | Joan?” “Yes, of course.” Ferrier took the letter addressed to Micky from his pocket, and hand- ed it to her. ‘Then he offered his cigar case to her brother. From where he sat Richard could see down the quiet winding road to the little village at the foot of the Miffs, Without seeming to do #0, he watched Joan's slim, white figure as she went slowly down the gar den path and thru the gate. Hastings had left the room to fetch a book of which he had been speaking, and with sudden impulse Richard Ferrier threw the window wide, and, swinging his long legs over the sill, dropped down into the garden below. Joan was some way down the road now. He could still see the outline of her white figure thru the growing dusk. He followed with big strides, and presently she gisap- peared round a bend. He came upon her quictly—so quietly that she did not hear him. She was standing by the red letter box in the wall with a letter in her hand, the envelope of which lay on the ground at her feet. She was reading the contents, Ferrier stood very gtill. His heart seemed to hammer against his ribs like a live thing caught in @ trap, for the letter was the one he Had given her to post—the one addressed to Micky out in Canada! CHAPTER VI. aK In that moment the last hope that had struggled in Ferrier'’s heart seemed to die. He had retgsed to believe what he had been told, refused to listen to condemnation from the lips of oth- ers, but all the will and destre. the world could not blind him to the evidence of his own eyen. She was guilty, or else why had she broken open his Jetter to Micky—why was she so eagerly reading fits contents? It was not the action of an inno cent woman. Ferrier stood motioniess in» the growing dusk. He dreaded every moment that she would turn her head and gee him. He braced Aim- self to meet the scene which he felt | sure must “Inevitably follow, But she never glanced his way. When she had finished the few scrawled lines, she stopped, picked up the envelope, and put the letter back tnto it apathetically. Ferrier could not see her face, but the slim outline of her ftgure in its white frock drooped pathetically as she moved slowly away from him) further down the road. He heard her, crying. Yesterday—even an hour ago— that little sound would have broken down every barrier of pride and suspicion in his heart. But now, he stood and watched her disappear into the shadows, and his eyes were hard, his heart cold and dead BY CeoRcs, WATS Riccar She had deliberately lied to him and fooled him. If she had been a man, he would have pursued her then and there, and fought the mat- ter out with the argument of fists. But she was a woman, and a wom- an he had loved. Had loved—did he not still love her? Ferrier asked himself the troubled question, but could find no answer to it (Continued Tomorrow) Daddy, bring home some of Boldt’s French pastry.—Advertisement, Black Tea or Green Tea—it is a matter of personal taste.. Hitvilla comes in both 'flavors— either will please ‘member those, Captain Carson stories “bout the wicked old man who moved the black stump, and 4,ftlood and everything.” “why, what a wonderfully good little rememberer you are. Yes, I wes visiting. an auntie who is a ploneer like that, and I heard a new story about grandfather and his ptpe-—-two stories, . “He, like. almogt gill the men who were pioneers in this country —found a pipe @ great comfort. He «moked pretty much altte time, “Captain Carson (grandfather) was a Pierce county man, you know, and when they were build ing the big Hansen-Ackerman mill at Tacoma he was the head mill- wright and had charge of that building. “It wes one of the big things in the whole Northwest in those days. Ships from all over the “Now,, it happened that a man who. had no gense of humor over heard the remark, and, he told somebody that Carson must be dead. y“That man said to somebody else, ‘Say, did you hear that Car- son ts dead? i ve” And the first thing you know everybody’ was talking and guess ing and the story grew and grew till 1t was a tragedy, “They. said that Mr. Carson had fallen thru the unfinished floor ef the building into deep water and drowned. In great. sadness and distress the men laid off work for the day and organized, g search for the body. “After a while, here came Cap. tain Carson, hirself, ‘searching,’ but he only looked for his lost pipe and that joke on his men was one much laughed over many ® time tn the early. days.” a Confessions of a Husband “Can you honestly sry you haven't enjoyed this ride?” Edith put the question to me as we were entering the outskirts of the city. Instinctive- ly I made a quick mental review of the events of the day—the pretended accident, Dot’s departure for the city by train, accompanied by Edith’s husband, my drive back with Eqith. “Ot course, it's been a delightful ative,” I assured her, “but—" “put what? Are you going to spofl it all by telling Dot that the engine didn't really break down?” “I'm afraid it would end our friend- ship if I did.” “It might cause some trouble for you with Dot, too.” “What do you ineanT” “I'd hint that you were a fellow. conspirator. You know you did agree very readily to the suggestion Xof George going back with Dot Instead of you. Why, I believe it was you who suggested it!’ “Tt wasn't! It was Dot, herself.” “But how readily you fell in with the idea, Really, now, you didn’t find the prospect of a ride back with me so very appalling, did you?” “We're talking nonsense. I'm too good a sport to tell Dot that the (Copyright, 1921, by N, BE. A.) +28, IMAKE A PROMISE accident was only a fake, but I wonld appfectate tt, I certainly would, If you wouldn’t put me in positions where I have to decelve my wife.” I tried to make mry votes as seri- ous’ as possible, Edith responded by laughing #0 heartily that she almost steered the car Into a heavy limousine coming from the opposite direction, “Is this “ittle preciousness tor- mehtea by a wicked woman?” she managed to say between her out- bursts of merriment, © “Bad, bat woman,” and she slapped the hafid that she kept upon the steering wheel. “Oh, get all the fun eut of fm you please,” I° growled. “Well,” she returned, “If you want us to be friends, as you said you did, you mustn't use that tragip alr. Trag- edy always affects me that way. I negrly failed to graduate because 1 Ingisted cp .writing In an examina- tion paper that I thought Othello was & comedy.” ; “That's Just a pose with you,” I) shot back, “Do you expect me to; | pected.” Down toward the earth floated Nancy and_Nick and Mr. Sprinkle. |Blow, the Weatherman. Mr,..Sprin- [cte-Blow's ‘magic umbrella set them |down ever so, gently in a meadow where patches of green-clover were already spreading themselves out to jeateh every one of Mr. Sun’s warm rays Sprinkle-Blow looked up al the sky ‘and frowned. “Hmf" he declared. “It's much too warm! Much! I told Mr. Sun to stay in for awhile and \Jet Jack Frost have a chance. Old |Man Flood will be having. the tinte of his life.” ‘ But Mt Sun heard the falryman and called down quickly, “Af right, I'm “going this very minute. I'm looking for a cloud right now to hide behind.” Sprinkle-Blow gad no time to answer, for at that minute Mr. Sun disappeared and things) grew dark as spades. At the same time an icy wind began to blow from every di- rection. The twins shivered. ‘take’ each other one way or the other? Why not accept people just as they are, and if they aren’t al: ways the same, if they haven't al- ways the same face or aren’t always in the same mood, be thankful for it. “That: e trquble with George, he’s always the same—he's always just good, dependable George.” “But the world seems to think,” I objected, “that in the ‘end good, de- pendable people of that sort wenr flighty and who are always chang- ing.” Edith gave me a quick glance. “That may be true, Tom, but think pf this, Did you ever hear of a woman picking out an evening gown because she was told it would weer 80 well? “No matter how fitmsy it is, she will be out df style long before she can wear it out.” (To Be Continued) take you seriously now?” “Perhaps not. Why must people rather, better than those who are 50 & i knows she'll get tired of it and it go “att oh my!” ezelaimed ha “This ts woree than 1 . Sprinkle-Blow nodded in Long before they came to efeek they could héar th its muddy water, and the man hurried ahead as fast ag legs could carry him. “My, oh, my! exclaimed he. “This. is than I expected. Old Man Flood let all the stoppers/out e and this poor creek can't hold other barrel Af water. eee ack Frost," he called vork-as fast as you can, faster you freeze up this creek the better it will be for e Nick, you go and see what has hi pened to poor Build avers dam. | Nancy, you dig un that willow tree there into Mr. Muskrat's ‘ and see if the babies are safe, TN My out to sea and hunt for eo Mink on his cake of ice. He can’ have gone very far yet.” 4 (To Be. Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by N. E. 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