The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 13, 1921, Page 9

THE SEATTLE STAR THEN AFTER You GET IT ALL CUT AND TRIMMED UP You HAVE TO GIVE IT A SHAMPOO! [T'S A GREAT LIFE! GEE. THAT NICE COOL, WATER FEELS Goon! 1 WISH 1 COULD GO DOWN TO THE LAKE AND TAKE A LITTLE DIP! SWELL CHANCE Cynthia ia Grey:|, 921 Girl Living Down to vn to Standard Man Has Set for Her, Rather Than Up to Natural Ideals, Claims One Girl—Other Opinions, Too, on Girl Problem. LAWNS ARE NICE THINGS BUT BEING A BARBER FOR A SIXTY FOOT LOT ON A HOT DAY ISN'T SO FUNNY! OH, WELL, TOM. MAKE THE BEST OF WHAT You | Answers to “Jack” gad “Mr. Twenty-Six” still continue to ive thick and fast by every mail. Following are some of me: -“Mr. Jack” and “Twenty-Six”: Do you mean to infer that) are no 98 models running loose these days? You! ven’t taken the trouble to really know the feminine species) you say that. There are plenty of them in 1921 disguise. The girls of today are the most joyous, the most madcap, | e most lovable lot that ever stepped beside mere man. Who you that are brazen enough to criticise our 1921 girls? Po you mean to tell me you would aoe .rather close your eyes to the N ISS GREY will receive read mty, vital miss of today in the ers of this department at search for long skirts, thick | | The Star office on from is, heavy shoes, and all of the|| 9 to 4, and at other times by ap- pointment. Please do net come FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS of by-gone horrors? Bah— — Se cther dass tan Tuechy Sm nee is beyond words. Pop, IF I HELP ursé there is good and bad|| less you have an appointment Nona seth? OT one. If a boy seeks the|| with Miss Grey, as ted MEQ he will find it~—then proceed | | visitors interfere with her writ THIS SUM ve because he did, ing. WILL You BUY fe ybu sure you are everything | \- ME A CLARINET & good girl wants? Are you|is quite stale, becomes disgusted and sure you have honestly tried |at the same time disgruntled. | eet a decent girl half-way? And| go “Mr. Twenty-Six" and his "9S all, who ts responsible for the | model wife will probably be on the you consider not ni outs from the very first. They all is isn't the beginning of what | step sooner or later and always have, | like to say of a good girl's opin: |even in ‘98. On such a matter as you have| “Mr. Twenty-Six” should marry a Brted, but before I close lew me! girl who has lived the same kind of | this: The men of today are nola life he has. When that girl gets ter than the girls; in fact, not/older and has children she will be $0 good, and any man that 1s considered a wonderful mother, hing for a girl a little better | NOT YET 26, in himself will find her sooner or eee aes eos JINX. | Girls Living Down to . 5 Standard Men Have Set y Avoid Nice Girl Dear N Grey: This is in an i Marria swer to “Twenty Six." Women are| Dear Miss Grey: Why is it when |now trying to live down to the| an gots to be about “twenty-six” |standard men have set for them.| Starts looking for a girl who is|To illustrates In our mother's time} tt he terms the "98 type; in other jmen wpuldn't be seen, in public at! ds, good and old-fashioned to a |least, with a woman dressed as dis: | He has no doubt lived algracefully as women now array) life and hasggone out with girls | themselves, with the paint and pow: | anyone could “pick up,” but |der and eye-black thrown in for good | 800 he wighes to settle down | measure, appy home and children he| You men, and you alone, are re- FG hunting for a nice girl, But|sponsible for lowering women's he is younger, these nice girls| standard of morals, so now don't hot his type. Hoe only pays at-|whine. I have lived around Salva: | mtion to one when he wishes to|tion and Y. W, C. A. homes for sev itle down. Therein is the mistake eral years and the big percentage of men make, as I see it. The/giris I have met in the#e places are who has been a home-bodyube- | good, clean girls, who want the bet marriage will, nine chances out | ter things of life, but as one girl | n, want to step out sooner or|writer said, they are wall-flowers if Pr and see the world, Why |they happen to be in a crowd out uldn't she--surely it would be) for a good time. proper with one’s husband.| I am a dancing teacher and come will insist that hubby take her/in contact with all types of men, and lall of the “questionable” places in|I could count the good men I have| n and will get an awful kick out|met on one hand. it—while hubby, to whom all this SCOTCH LASSIE. “THE UPHILL ROAD” srrtomoms BY RUBY MAYRES _ (Continued From Saturday) Ferrier frowned. He wished she this was Engiand—the free} would take ber hand from his arm , where the man who carried | —-those little white fingers. He pic- AW- GEEWZ7-4 |, P0000, I Gor i A@ASTE F-FOR MUSIC, PoP, LIS"TEN To THAT, MOTHER = FRECKLES SAYS HE HAS A OMER KIDS HAVE A VIOLIN OR SOME- “WING ~GEE,T WANTA STINK (OF JOINING BESIDES, YouRE YOUNG NET- LOTS THE CRAZY QUILT FIVE — SIX- SEVEN- EIGHT- NINE "TEN t @ ey GO ABOUT CATCHING CING - SiIK= A SCHOOL oF FISH? ici SEPT- HUIT= NEUF - DIX | ADVENTURES OF Pa) Ee Twit NS a tite in his hands elsewhere might beafety and shelter. hought of the wild, rough life p in the backwoods with a kind of regret. There it had been pos- sto live clean and straight, while Seven a woman who looked like afigel was capable of plotting the | ain an honest man. chattered away as they noe down the road to the little She was hardly ever silent. wondered whethar she did ‘ t to give him time to think F if she were afraid of her own he asked her a direct ques ‘What sort of a fellow is Ma She seemed to hesitate. *I—1 don't like him very much.” gaid then. “But he’s very hand ~ He is a great friend of| “Pays cards well, I suppose?” I think he does.” She did tock at him ler glanced at her averted you play at all, Miss Has- 7” She lifted her sweet eyes to face. “Oh no, I never play.” h had reached the postoffice, erted cottage with straggling irs about its whitewashed face gabled windows. will not keep you a moment,” id Ferrier. He went to the telegraph desk and up the pencil, but he laid it without writing anything, and ined to the counter. A pertlook- when they willfully rifled his bag. A sudden thought came to him— “I dare say a letter would do,” he said laconically. “It's just to Micky. I left @ revolver of mine out there and I'd rather like to have it. No value exactly, but as sociation’s something.” He watched her face unflinching ly as he spoke; but there was no sign of confusion—not the slightest faltering. “Oh, but you don’t want @ revol- ver here,” she said. “Don't I?” For a second his eyes were fixed on hers, but they told him nothing. It seemed as if| she had deliberately drawn a veil/ across the sweet soul he had once believed had looked at him from their blueness. He shut up the book with a stam | and shoved it back across the coun-| ter toward the pert clerk. “I won't trouble, sonny,” he sald/ carelessly. | When they were out In the sun shine he looked down at Joan as| she walked at his side, her smail feet taking two steps to his one big stride, “So you don’t think I’ want a! revolver over here, Miss Hastings?’s) he asked. “You think England's a lot safer than it is out there, eh?” “Of course,” but he noticed, with | a sudden sickening feeling, that she deliberately avoided his eyes. . tured them as they had looked P. pin: © 2 | 5 PICTURES orl By Mabel Cleland > 4 Page 388 GAZELLE “Is that all anybody knows about the Shilshohs, grand mother,” Peggy questioned, “Almost all, dear,” grand. mother replied: “They seem to have left nothing for the history writers and only one legend, only one—when all other tribes have so many. “They became partly ctvilized when the White Man came, but would gamble away the very clothes they wore and lie down op the damp ground without even a blanket to protect them, and so in a way/it was their love of gambling as much as their fear of the bad IQdians which destroy- ed the tribe; for exposure caused them to have pneumonia and other lung troubles of which great numbers of them died. “Tell us "bout the legend,” Pegey begged, anxious for a brighter tale. “It is a romance, Pegry child, a love story with a sort of fairy ending,” grandmother began. “Once upon a time, when the Shilshohs were strong and mighty and numbered thousands of braves, the dreadful Stickeens the grief of the beautiful Gazelle, for they had slain her lover on the eve of her marriage. “Up and down the sandy beach she Yan and tore at their long braids of silky hair and wailed un- ceasingly. “All night she wept, and when day came she grew silent and sat and gazed out across the water. “Days came and went and none knew If she slept or ate, for when night came they heard her wail- ings like the wailing of the wind in the tall firs, “And they said, ‘Alas, Gazelle! Her heart is broken and she is quite mad, quite mad.’ “And so it chanced that on a night of summer, when the moon made a broad path in the water, Gazelle sat on the shore and mourned, and close beside her, rocked the canoe which had been her lover's. A breeze came by and softly Ufted the hair from her pale face and caressed her burning eyes. “‘Come,’ it whispered to her, ‘Come, Gazelle! You have only to step into his canoe and I will waft you up that moon path—up and up and up into the land of the great beyond; the waveg will bear you up, and I, the wind, will carry Mr. Muskrat came dripping along just then, He looked so worn and worried and wet that Mrs. Muskrat jhadn’t the heart to scold him, but rushed toward him at once. “Oh, my love, where have you been?" she |cried anxiously. “Been! panted Mr. Muskrat “T haven’t ‘been’; I was taken. What do you think! Old Man Flood pulled | the ice-stoppers out of all the creeks jand the whole kaboodle of them rushed into Ripple creek at once. I saw what was going to happen and was rushing to help you when Old Man Flood pulled me into the water. “When I passed our front door he had hold of me tight and wouldn't let me stop at all. He’ reached out “Thank you very kindly,” he said with a bow at Nancy. sii Mr. Muskrat seemed surprised. He hadn't noticed that anyone else was present, he was so upset and excited’ and tired and a few other things, “Thank you very kindly,” he said with a bow. “Oh, don’t mention Nancy. Sprinkle-Blow.” “Sprinkle Blow? eried Mr, Musk. rat. “Where is he? I should like to tell him about this outrage.” Before Nancy had time to answer, the fairyman himself came around a corner and who should be beside him but that rascal, Jack Frost. “Oh, goodness!” shivered Mra, Muskrat, cudMling her children, > and grabbed everything he could get] ‘“Brrrrr!” shivered Mr. Muskrat, his hands on and pulled it into the|for he was awfully wet, and Jack's, water, All the time he was roaring | chilly breath nearly froze him, “And when they returned with like the Fourth of July. My, but I Mr. Sprinkle-Blow looked worried their prisoners and their spoils of| ‘And on the morrow her foot- [jam glad that you and the babies|to death, war, they left behind them many | prints on the sand and the miss- | were out of his reach!” (To Be Continued) warriors dead and many wives|ing boat told their story. Gazelle | “But we weren't,” corrected Mrs. (Copyright, 1921, by N. E, A) and children mourning. had followed the moon path to her || Muskrat. “The high water got into “But no grief was so bitter as| lover and to peace.” jour house and nearly drowned us Ng Sad all. This lady saved us.” She pointed Confessions of a Husband (Copyright, 1981, by NE AD came down out of the North and|you safe,’ fought a mighty battle with the “Slowly she rose, and smil- Shilshohs. ing, quiet, she lay down as she dlerk tumbled off a high stoot| She forced a little laugh hurried forward. There was “You are funny,” she sald. She} thing about Ferrier that de-| balf-turned, glancing back down the iD th D " attention, possibly his size.| street behind her. ‘1 wonder where ore y a ton’ 8 Her ol Beauty Chat had the cost of a cable to Her voice sounded nervous and Miss Dorothy Dalton, the actress fa- 12-PASSENGER PACKARDS $5.00 PER HOUR AFTER 6:00 P. M. 4 jerky. Ferrier believed that she ¢ an standing in the doorway, | was afraid of him—that she dreaded | Jooking out over the sea, turned|now being alone with him. suddenly and her pretty face| He looked up and down the street nt ax white as her frock. /She|/Try as he would to harden his smooth unwrinkled skin Ik red at Ferrier’s powerful head and |heart, he could not but feel sorry| ime Derwitic, « atinple tolle’ pretaration, || A Wonderful way to entertain oulders with eyes suddenly afraid.|for her. There was a bright spol use it because it imparts instant beauty, |] your visiting friends around the pert-looking clerk had taken|of color in either of her pale|'* easy to apply, absclutely harmless and |} boulevards, ook from a drawer, and was|checks; she looked frail, almost {il.|One application proves it". Be sure 15 | OR | Make Up Your ri hie yer. | * Serwillo at any tollet JOYRIDES t ering over the pages with a He won't be far. off,” said Fe i you wil ve de-| 1 This Rate Only Good After 6:00 a beautiful, rony-white comple and agitated finger. He had|rier gently. The old gnawing fee Diver been asked such a question|ing of combating anger and desire | before in all his life. In TEastsea| was tearing at his heart again. His | counter Rey hardly ever heard of Canada|arms ached to take her into them, | "&htfully surprised Scertainly nobody ever wished to!und see the strained look of ble there. fade from her eyes beneath his| ler waited, Iéaning his arms| kisses. And yet—in the same breath the counter. he called himself a fool; in the same / Hurry up, man! he said after 4)| breath he reminded himself that she Phone hg rut 83. EDITH INVITES HERSELF TO LUNCHEON a TT! AX “This is © very pleasant surprise,” |T usually ate, sincere. Are you really sorry that I SEA LE T. ICAB I told Edith when I greeted her in| However, I remembered a fairly came by for you?” COMPANY the reception room, 1 hope my tane|quiet little English chophouse—con-| “Not so very.” when the wet, agitated) had lied to him, deceived him, rob A A . was more cordial than I felt. ducted by a man with a strong Ger-| “Do you mind if people see me peer still continned "flicking {bea bite ad Main Six Five Hundred “I finally decided to accept your!man accent—only a couple of blocks | With you?” Gan't you find it? Here, give me| Further up the road they met 2 you see," linvitation and take luncheon with|away, I led Edith there. “Not at all, because Dot will learn book.” | Hasti He looked t in she explained, “How's George's cough?” T asked,|of this as s@on as I get home.” I astings. He looked very smart « ! I won't keep you waiting ortine had already decided upon that. MHis big hand swooped down and fiannels and a Panama straw, and r] but nals gh indies Beane Sree DeRANRS SNH HF Aside then all other considera- propriated the volume. for | Migkteeted them smiling. Eat at Ho t SI dort hurry. ve some business |"""Are you trying to make conversa-|tions, there were too many people " "We don't often get asked for| “I ordered champagne from matters to talk over with you, but|tion? Is that the way for friends to|in that part of town who knew us Best Doughnuts and Coffee .15¢ff | they will keep.” Hot Cakes, Butter and Syrup . Iqhastened back to my desk to put} 1 decided to try another tack,| would get back to my wife. New) 15¢ is tasty and apbetizin very nour~ ishing, ENDS FOOT MISERY Cal-o-cide.pestvely given quick ret nada,” said the pert-looking clerk.| town,” he said, He linked his arm behave?” both. Sooner or later the story mu see, Canada’s a good way off,| familiarly in Ferrier’s, “I've been| § Cal-e-cid ' ‘ . ' f ing results. Tt penetrates the a few papers in order before I went|«phon what the mischief do you|York is a pretty small place after Jout and told a stenographer that I/mean by interrupting me at my work | all. Z |up to the station to see if it's Hina Ferrier looked down at the pert|come; it’s there all right. We'll gd Sy foe Stubborn Cina Ham and Eers (or Bacon) would probably take a little longer|anq embarrassing me before the| “Well, to what do I owe the honor Eggs and Toast . than usual for lunch, whole office force, every member of ,Of your visit? Perhaps I'll strike an { give you a real good spread to- Colac Pechagse Sekt — All Drogen “You don't say? he said) night, my boy, eh, Jopn?” bere at o had wely. “Yes,” said the girl faintly. Was C |: Joie FOOT |i ita ‘Then, unconsciously, I put mylwhien knows you are not my wife? |opening address that will satisfy Jonn came across to him| jt imagination, Ferrier wondered, or a o-cide REMEOY Wf fauneoe hand in my pocket and felt for my |pHo you like that any better?” you.” Ruickly. did she move closer to hjm, away Potato t j|money, There yas just a lone dol “Somewhat. But what I want ts ‘That one’s a trifle high flown and Bhe laid a hand on Yis arm. from her brother? = , ‘ |lar bill which yielded to my search. |xincerity, and I don’t believe that is |aftected.” “What is it you want?” she asked. | (Continued ‘Tomorrow) I had meant to get the eashier to acho hal “Great Scott! You are certainly Ban 1 help your” Ke CHAS. SCHWARTZ ash a check for me earlier in the MOTHER GRAY'S hard to please.” “I'm asking the cost of a cable! Optometrist and Mfg. Optician day, and made a mental note to be a ak ee eee , but I'm told it’s a good uticura Soap Gyen Examined and Ginsnen Fitted sure to do so before I went out She CHiConeh. oa ting of real sincerity + (in that!” | Joan's tion quivered. The pert. | ——-The Safety Razor— looking clerk was brick-red. said without a ghost It was only a few minutes before 1 x : Certain Relie! for Feveristness, |“ i Ay ‘If that is the case tell me what ‘ e Ley “Oh, but why do you want to Shaving Soap | rejoined Edith. “Where would you like to go?” I asked. you want.” r “I had an important talk about ' cable ome she asked. “Won't aj} inp haves etehitlaeny, he Tel. Main 2651, NY,|she replied 322 Pike Street, at Fourth Ave. | very expensive restaurants and very ese heap ones. 1t was in the latter that |* MANY eaghd or THINGS “Oh, any place will suit me.” you with my father this igs | Daddy, bring home some Boidt's rench pastry.—Advertisement, i ie (To Be Continued)