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

‘TURDAY, TUNE, 1, 1921. PAGE 1 *yuthia Grey: BY ALLMAN DEAR Tom — RECEIVED Your LITTLE SURPRISE! THANKS OLD FIFTEEN DOLLARS, JUST RIGHT! THANKS! | WON'T BE ABLE To GET IT FOR You UNTIL SAY TOM,1 WANT You To MEET A FRIEND OF MINE! AND SAY IF You NEED A LITTLE (——) HELLO THERE .TOM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN IN THIS TOWN? Ve ay’s Letters Bring an Answer From a Girl of 2898 and One From an Old-Fashioned Girl of 1921 Husband Because ho Lost Her BY CYNTHIA GREY re seems to be no limit to answer “Jack” and hing for their dream girls which they imagine will be fashioned, yet attractive. ers: 'o “Jack” and “Twenty-Six”: S, you are away off your g ina dry pond, My mother died when I PAsbaby and since my 10th birth. ‘Thave shifted for myself. I was when 19 and the mother of P beautiful boys at 24; but because not an up-todate mode my land and father of my babies be tisfied and sought other ppany. My motto was to set m and raise my family, then in my old Gays and let them ‘care of me. ved home and enjoyed my ’s company while he was as- iting with late models. The re. was a divorce, and I.am work hard for my babies, trying to both ends meet. I have no y, yet I am rich for I claim _boys as my fortune. God is to me. He keeps me and my dear ones in good health, so I Provide for them. see, boys, you run across the Model every day, but you pass by. “Show me your company TZ will tell you what you are.” is a truthful saying, and re. , boys, you must look in the places for the girls of your uu care for dancing, go to the it sort of dances; but don't choose | girl who dances every night. is not the kind to settle down wife and mother—she is out Sood time, first, last and all of times I have been on the and noticed men laughing be- girl drifted by with her to her knees. They are » boys: the poor girl is only NE an attempt to keep up with The Why nog blame the fash er? Nine times out of ten Creators of our fashions are 80 there is one behind it all. A ‘08 MODEL. . - > i. . je Chooses 1 Girl Miss Grey: I want to an- “Jack” and “Twenty-Six” re the ‘98 girl, as I was one and so speak from first- nowledge. year I was employed tn a rn city, not as large as in a departmient store,em- over 500 girls ranging in 12 to 40 and of all classes. vation is that the 1921 Seat- is far ahead of those girls in modesty, intellect, ability uty. 8 we wore trafling, full sweeping the dirty streets and could be, and sometimes were, i E UPHILL ROAD” nar semen By RUBY M.AYRES She Wasn't to the number of persons who “Mr. Twenty-Siz” who are Following are some more In other words, you are trail. M25 RERE wit remive ree ers of this @opertment at |] The Siar office on Tue slays from |] 9 to 4, and at other times by ap- || polnunent. Please do not come | on other days than Tuesday un |] teas you have an appeintsnent with Mise Grey, as unexpected || visitors interfere with ber writ ing. lifted In a way to reveal more than) they concealed. Prohibition was still a dream of ‘the clergy and every dance ball had |a bar attachment and your ‘98 girl ‘didn’t always take goda water be tween dances. Of course, there were good girls jand bad girls then as there are now, jand always will be I guess. Why not ask dad Where he met mother in 1898 and then look in the same place for her 1921 counterpart? Out of the 600 girls I worked with jin that store, not over 25 could sew} lq stitch, wing was not. taught! in the public schools then as now | Police and rescue workers’ records will show one side of the question. 1898. girls were not oll angels, even | we like to have our sons believ lit. As with the girls, so ere our boys | |of 1921 superior as a whole to those jot 1898, AN 1898 GIRL. eee To Jack and Twenty-Siz; WIN you Please tell me just what your “old | fashioned” girl looks like by answer. ing the following questions? 1, Does she wear her skirts to her jankles and her waists with collars |reaching to ber chin, or does she wear her skirts a medium length and her waists modestly low? 2. Does she wear her hair combed back from her face and ears and} tightly knotted behind, or does she fluff it out enough to make it be- coming? 3. Does her face look shiny or [does she use just enough powder to take off the shine and make her skin look smooth? Frankly, now, “Jack” and “Twen ty-Six,” at a party or some gather- ing of the young people, do you pick out the girl who is not dressed up: todate and who site quietly back and does not talk much, for your partner? Don't you rather choose the girl who speaks to you first and) talks playfully to you? Or do you) Uke to have her talk sense to you? I hope you meet your “old-fash- foned” girl as some of us are hoping to meet the “old-fashioned” boy. “WONDERING.” | as s (Continued From Yesterday) was late for breakfast. me into the room ‘smiling and getic. He said he had overslept pel Ferrier kept his eyes d to hide their sudden blaze. the man was lying, for as Joan walked up toward the he bad caught a glimpse of ‘at an upstairs window fully He supposed that he ,had y left to Joan. He felt e food would choke him—as ‘would never fee! himself again phe had taken this man by the and*hbalf choked the life out smart maid brought in some and laid them down beside in’s plate. Ferrier noticed that brother dropped the newspaper ly over them. It was an in- ble situation. He suspected ‘whatever they said or did. determined to get away to His directly breakfast was over, to write to Micky and Micky's nd Hastings. He knew it would ‘impossible to stay on at Eastsea Jong. Already his self-control as strained to snapping point. n, by word or look, he would give elf away—betray his knowledge. le bit hig lip till it bled. fou're not eating anything,” said is man opposite him solicitously. man, you're a shocking bad host- You don't look after your have done very well,” Ferrier i Across the table his eyes t hers. It was an unspeakable to him when the meal was ut he was not to be allowed to fape. Hastings followed him into hall. ‘And now what shall we do?” he d affably. “It's a loyely morn- and we are entirely in your nda. Do you bathe?” es, anything you like.” “Let us. have a dip, then. Joan flebe ready to join us afterwards— fs a most particular house- per, you know. She will see to r ing herself, and if Major is ing down this evening——” “This evening? He can only have your letter this morning.” res, but he's a bird of passage; could pack up and go to the end the world at 10 minutes’ notice. dare nay he'll wire me, or he may n come down without letting us ‘They walked ont of the house to- er. There were no bathing ma hines at Eastsea. Hastings ex- Jained that he had his own tent on the beach. Ferrier undressed, and dived off the end of a jutting breakwater. | The cold plunge braced his nerves N put new life into him. He swam, Pemand dived, and filled hig lungs with salt breeze. Lo so he contented himself with Paddling about in the shallow water —he looked cold and unhappy. He ealled to Verrier with chattering teeth: “Don't go out too far—there's a crons-current.” Ferrier made no answer, His big tings was an Indifferent swim- | hands ached to seize hold of the man’s shivering body and hold him} under the sparkling water until the breath had gone from his lungs. He felt like a giant refreshed, | when presently he serambled back | into his clothes, his brown face glowing with health. “That was great,” he said enthusi. astically. The other man looked at him en viously, His own lips were blue and pinch@tl, and be shivered as he stood there, in spite of the warm sun. Ferrier was rubbing his wet hair with a rough towel. He looked like a big retriever dog. They walked up to the house silently. Joan met them at the door. She held a telegram in her hand, which she gave to her brother without a word. Her eyes went past him, and sought Ferrier’s face. “Have you enjoyed it?” she asked. “Great!” Ferrier smiled down at her kindly. The dip in the clean ,Salt water had, for the moment, put him on good terms with the whole world. He felt as if he had freed himself of some revolting contamin- ation. “Don't you swim, Miss Hastings?” he asked. She gave a little shudder. “I can--I used to lote it, but I was nearly drowned once, and = since then——" She shuddered again. It's very silly, I know, but I cannot bear to go in the sea.” “Yes. That was most unfortu nate,” Hastings interrupted. “If it had not been for Mi¢ky——" He turned to Ferrier. “Micky saved her |life,” he said. “Micky!” Ferrier felt an odd thrill of jealousy, He could not bear to think that this girl had any cause to be grateful even to Micky. It was unreasonable, he knew, and yet— “Micky pulled me out,” sald Joan, smiling faintly. “It was quite an act of heroism. He got a long Mra- graph in the local papers. Didn't he ever tell you?” “No, he wouldn’t. He's such a modest chap.” “He was a dear,” said John. The words were vehement. She looked at her brother deflantly. He laughed, glancing at Ferrier. “There's gratitude eh?” he said. He gpened his tele gram, read’ it, and érumpled it into a pocket. “Ah! Just as I thought. Major will be down this evening. He is delighted to accept, and will bring another man with him. Dare say it will be old Weston, eh, Joan?” Joan made no answer; she had turned away. Ferrier’s face was grim. It rather amused him to think that they imagined he was going to calmty sub- mit to being fleeced. He went up to his Own room and rummaged in the \depths of the big hold-all for the re- volver which he had carried pight and day for the past 12 years, It | was only since he landed in England that he bad begun to forget it. He pulled out shirts and socks and if you Ifke, collars, and bundled them in a heap on the floor, but be could not find On. | [ro HELLO CHARLEY! JUST HERE HE C. R THE bay! YES, AN’ HE JUMPED \N TH CREEK AN’ PALED TAG ovUT > aan Pop. EVERETT TRUE MY WIFS TOLD me TT T GOTTA ELL = es - BY CONDO , Seine A N€w NOVEL HOME With me, We, HERE ARG Some oF WE CATEST }Te TAKE THIS One. Bur Wu Ber NO SOob, LAST DOLLAR IT HAS A BRIG what he sought. Then, in despera tion, he turned the crowded hold-all upside down, until everything it con tained lay at his feet. He searched thru the tumbled heap carefully. He lifted each article separately and put them back in the bag, but the revolver was not there! Ferrier rose to bis feet. Fits face was grim, and almost ugly, as he stood looking down at the open hold, all. Then he laughed softly to him self, wondering what sort of fool they took him for if they imagined that his muscles would not serve him as well as a revolyer. He felt very alert and keen. He pushed the bulging bag out of sight under the bed, felt the belt under his coat where he carried his money, and went back down the stairs. Joan was standing in the door. way. She wore a shady hat, and car, ried a book under her arm. She glanced at Ferrier uneasily when he joined her. “Raipn has gone into the village. He had letters to post and a wire to send.” have I. Shall we follow him?” Ferrier felt extraordinarily calm He smiled at her as he spoke, He wondered if it were her hands that | had rifled his bag. He glancert down | at the small white fingers clasr about the book she carried, Once he had longed to kiss them—had hard. ly dared dream that he would ever be allowed to—the fingers that had Comfort Your Skin, With Cuticura Soap and Fragrant Talcum PesPeP Guten Edversharss, Beye, Maidan, Mase, ITS THS ONS SHE'D PieK— HT RED COVER } ITS PROBABLY ROCKCFELLCER'S stooped to deceive and rob him. (Continued Monday) Mis, WAGNER OF PALME BEACH Tells Girls How She Found Relief From ) Pain was 19 years old was irregular muy i had su rril cramps it felt like a knife goin through ine. too inkham's Vege- able Compound I was cured. After I was mar- ried I had the same trouble farmingandheavy washings #0 I told my husband to get six bottles of the Vegetable Com- pound and by taking it regularly my troubles ceased and now I never have a pain or ache, and am regular. I rec- ommend Lydia ©. Pinkham’s Vegeta- ble Compound and think every youn; girl should take it. You ean publis! this letter and it may be the mean: of helping some other girl or woman.” —Mra. Mary M. Waaner, Box 7 West Palm Beac While no woman is entirely free from periodic suffering it does not seem to be the plan of nature that woman should suffer so severely and when pain exists something js wron, which should be set right. Every girl who suffers from Broothly cramps should give Lydia E.Pi Shae Vege- table Compound a fair tr | WAY OUT IN TH? CREEK WHEN ALEK JUMPED IN AN’ BROUGHT HIM AN Fix You vP! WUAT CAN T EVER Do To T SHORE * * TS ‘ToMorROW! AND THAT'S ALLRIGHT! You DELWER IT To MR HOPPS OFFICE ‘LL GET IT SHE NEXT Time Ga % YD, AZ LA ALEK, You ARE A WERO—A BRAVE, BRAVE Bove WHAT EVER PROMPTED You To Do THIS NOBLE bel Clelan Page 387 A LOST TRIBE The children were telling grand- mother their new Indian stories and each held to his own theory. “Grandmother,” David scoffed, “Peg is all the tme saying the Indians were good and kind and everything, and she won't even leten to the things they did that were horrible. Weren't some of ndinother loved Peggy's way of believing only good of anybody, and she hardly knew how to answer Dayid's question, but she made it a rule to tell the children only the truth always, just as she told only the truth to grown folks. “Indians,” she replied, after a moment's thought, “were like all other peoples in that they were good and bad, “Some whole tribes let them selves go into the leadership of bad, wicked men and the tribe be came a bad tribe. “Some were led by great-souled chiefs like Chief Seattle and showed that their thoughts were good and their bands of crime. I wonder if I have ever told you of the Shilshoh tribe? “Long, long ago, before white men came to Alki point and E} liot bay, this tribe inhabited all clean the land from Smith's cove to lake Union, and north to the Snohomish river, and now there is not a single member of it known. “When Dr. Smith (the man for whom Smith's cove is named) first came to the cove in 1853, there were about a dozen families of the Shilshohs living on Salmon bay, and these few were poor, seared creatures, spending their lives in fear of the Stickeen In- dians, who, they said, had so often come out of the North and raided their tribe that it was ak most wiped out. “Dr. Smith tetls of a night when be was working with @ revolver whieh had grown rusty, and stepped out into the open and fired five or six shots in quick succession. “It was about 8 o’clock in the evening when this happened and three days later an Indian came slipping thru the forest to his house. “Ah? he said, ‘You are not killed? Tell “© Boston! tell us where are they, the Stickeens? We heard their shots, one after another we heard their shots, and thinking you dead because=that the sounds came from near your house, we are all hid in the for. est, we and our families, that we May escape.’ “Dr, Smith told him of the rusty pistol, but even then it was several days before they would believe that there were no cruel Stickeens about an@ return to their homes.” (To Be Continued) th ieee Confessions of a Husband 32. I was in the midst of some work the next morning when I was sum: moned to the chief's office. “{ don't want to hurry your decis- ion in gny way, Mr. Howard,” the latter said to me, and I remembered that when business was good he had been in the habit of calling me Tom, “put naturally I am anxious to know whether you haye made up your mind to stay with us, in view of the unfortunate reduction which we have by compelled to make in your sal- ary I hesitated before replying, and he put in quickly: ‘Don't give me an answer until you are certain. I merely wanted to remind you that various plang of ours are held up until we know what you intend to do. If anything better offers itself you would certainly be foolish not to take it, and my best wishes will go with you.” I thought it best to be absolutely frank. “I have received a tentative offer from a company in an entirely different line of business,” I ex- plained. “The offer is rather attract ive in some respects, but nothing definite hgs been decided one way or the other. In case I accept it J ghall let you know immediately.” (Copyright, 7 MAN - HERES To Your GOOD HEALTH! SINGERELN - hope! TO+uE HAD MY e Wal Be ~, 7 s : = _ az. BATUIN' SUIT on! BY AHERN THE NUT BROS CHES & WAL- “Oh, hurry, please,” begged Mrs. |Muskrat when Nancy lifted her out ‘thru the roof of her own house. “My |babies are all inside, floating arownd |the house in their beds. I'm so afraid |they’ll fall overboard and get drown- led. They can’t swim yet.” | “Certainly,” said Nancy politely, |setting Mrs. Muskrat down on the |dry ground and reaching her little | plump pink hand down into the hole Jagain, the hole she bad dug right |down thru Mrs, Muskrat’s ceiling. In a yery little while all four of them were safely outside hugging |their mother’s knees and looking jscared to death. The world looked |so big, and do you know, it was the |very first time they had ever seen |daylight, for their house had no win- | dows. “What is it, mama?” shivered one Jof the muskrat babies, for they were lonly half dressed, their fine fuzzy {coats of fur not being all in yet. | “1 don’t know yet, my dear," an- |swered Mrs. Muskrat, gazing anxiously at the swollen yellow stream rushing madly pell-mell along I RECEIVE A FEW SURPRISES That ended the interview. The chief had been very decent about the matter; tho, after all, I had some demands upon him for consideration, since he and my father had been more or less business friends, However, there is a point in bust- ness beyond which friendship does not go, and I begun to worry whether the chief really wanted to get rid of me without firing me out- right. There was a certain suave gra- clousness about his tone which I did not like. He seemed actually anx- fous for me to take another. job. Those plans of which he spoke, so mysteriously—had he picked some- one else to fill my place? Who could it be? Dot was beginning to tatk about going away for the summer, The Slocums had already rented a house in the suburbs, and Edith was urg- ing us to do the same. Of course, it would be good for Bobbie, but fuppose we simply couldn't arrange it? All kinds of bills were coming due —rent, insurance, a dentist's account that I had forgotten, It was a bad time even to think about spending more mouey. T went back to my desk and found a letter on it in my brother's writ- ing, Ed never wrote unless he wanted money. I would have to re- fuse this time. I opened the let a check for $50—' jloan you made.’ I felt tlfat anything could happen now, for none of the loaps had been made with the idea of ever seeing the money again. I could not have been more astonished if the chief had offered to take me into partner- ship with him. ' One more surprise, however, was to be my portion that-day. An office boy came to my desk and brought me a card, I glanced at it without interest. It read: = MRS. GEORGE SLOCUM Out dropped repay the last ANTAGONISTIC ANTHEM Oh, how I'd love to throttle that guy | ‘And wind up his incessant chin- ning; The reason is this, know why: Because he says “ending” for “in: if you care to 9 DST Sons ——— oma Ew rho ann. “Then,” said Mrs. Muskrat, “where is Mr. Sprinkle-Blow?” below them and not looking any more like lovely, smiling, friendly Ripple creek than a pan of dish water looks like the moon. “I sa my song too soon, I'm thinking, about all the Nuisance Fairies being far away, and about us being so safe ‘n’ all. Why, just look! The water is up to the top of the banks and I dare not think what would hai happened to us had it not been this kind young lady," She looked gratefully at Nancy. “Please, ma'am,” she went on, “will you kindly answer me a question?” “Yes, indi answered Naney obligingly, “if I know it.” “Then,” said Mrs. Muskrat, “where is Mr. Sprinkle-Blow, the Weather man, that he allows all this damage, and which one of the Nuisance Fair ies got out?” “Old Man Flood,” her. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by N. E, A) Nancy told WE HAVE RECENTLY APDED 1,500 NEW BOXES TO OUR MODERN SAFETY DEPOSIT VADLTS. Come and examine our equipment for the safekeeping of bonds and other valuable papers. Entrance corner Second ave. at Pike st. PEOPLES SAVINGS BANK Girls, Boys and Everyone! Here is & grand opportunity to see net what have been longing Hundreds by bic 1d w t itches, tl * to make YOU happy, tow We positively give tt FREE for sail s packages of xquisite Dearbe Bac at lbc each. 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