The evening world. Newspaper, April 18, 1912, Page 17

— (RRR RA RO va om oye Py TLL TURN HiS PUP Loose AN’ GET UNDER Ria) RUS AND MANE IID THIN 8's GoT ABEAR YeR BuLtDoa, CHimmig? You Can Be Your ‘Own Beauty Doctor By Andre Dupont Copyright, 1912, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York World), “A WOMAN’S CROWNING GLORY.” REALLY think I must be moulting,” said the Average Girl. “You Know the way the feathers come out of our canary in the spring? Well, my hair Js falling even more rapidly, I've got almost enough Bow to stuff a mattress.” “That'll be an economy, anywey,” said the Woman of Thirty. “Oh, no it won't,” said the Girl, ‘for I will have to buy a biond wig, which ‘twice as much; besides bein ry warming in hot weather.” fore that calamity happens,” eaid the Woman, “don't you think that it would be as well to try to keep the few remaining locks of your crowning glory firmly planted on your head?" “I've tried everything—massage and about cen different kinds of tonics, and even the mind cure—and the hair only Calls the faster." “Did you ever try cleanliness?” sald the Woman, ‘The Girl flushed an angry red. “I guess T'm just as clean as you are. I'm always going to a hairdresser and having my hair shampooed." “TI didn’t mean that at all. Probably you have your hair ehampooced muoh too often. But, !f you'll pardon my eay- ing 80, it doen't look as if you kept It clean every day. » Girl looked puzzled and but little mollified by the explanation, hen you take your.hatr down at night," continued the Woman, “do you Jt thoroughly to remove the’dust which has accumulated in {t during the i Or do you take all the flying dirt of the Now York streets to bed with you? } u don't believe me, to-night, before you retire, comb your hair, brush it uaghly and then take @ clot and tub off your brush. You will be amazed {amount of dirt that is on the cloth, Remember, that was all on your hair.” "8 ppfhat sounds Vi reasonable,” said the Girl. “And it 18 rather @ horrid idea to lot of dust and dirt to clean sheets and pillows.” I were you," eaid the Woman, “I would give my hair a hundred atrokes the brush every night—not ¢oo hard ones, for your Mair is in very bad {dition and you don't want to brush it all out of your head—and then I should part the hair here and there and put some tonic on @ bit of absorbent cotton and sponge tt onto the scalp. Then I should rub the dalp with the finger tips, pressing them hard and at the same time tending the knuckles. This 1 only a sort of ecalp massage, and you say you've tried it, But perhaps you didn't do it quite right. “Ts that all I'm to ‘Why don't you try olling your hair? The most skilful hair sp. that nothing is quite so beneficial for faittng bal ‘What do you take me fort” said lets declare ‘will have thick hair it. Buy & cents’ worth 10 cents’ worth of bay in @ bottle and shake Pour @ drop or two Into @ buvter dish and their mn ¢ront and, dipping the fingers in the oll, the whole length. The and not the hair. REMOVING Make other partings and do the same The Evening 19 Shokan hat ee A 1 OR RAR NE ae BRE TE A RACINE - ’ _World ne azine pnt, 1919, Puiblishl ‘York We Them Was the Happy Days #3 ¢zx= Good MORNING= (i DN FOR PRUNES, AINT IT JIMMY! HALH Same LITTLE OLD Piece Of ANGEL Food, RINT YOU RAL HAS WA! Yes’. | PusHed You cistern AND THEN Keer DiPPIN' You IN OWT Hal Has | Dont set iT, drareny — sdsbehamucsrecattckaapestionts stteaa Mac coteconecoon el dscns a be ie cece 'i“Cheer Up, Cuthbert!) Interviews With Cupid By Barbara Blair, What's the Use of Being Bise? By Clarence L. Cullen. Copyright 1912, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York World). F you Win today without Bxtending testing that we're “Doing the Best yourself you're Idable to Loaf—and |e Can” the Little On-the-Level Asthor of “The Journal XV.—PRIDE’S RAIMENT. Lose—to-morrow! Indeed, it be the sinister form of Voice Informs us that we're Soldier. I Jealousy, etoop-shouldered, black- An Adjustment} {ng on the Job! cowled, with peering, questioning eyes and doubUng, beats an Annul-! — ment forty ways! Whenever we Cut the Trail of » zig sneering lips, —_ ‘who Slops Over we have a more Kindly creeping close to ‘We'd call our Pea! Feeling for our Grouchy Friends! | my side, chen must his ugly form be iid from sight and ker winnings “Un- earned Increment’ “That sounds like @ long process.” began the Girl, “Te den't,”” tnterrupted the Woman. “It's more quickly done than eaid, And If By any chance you should get a little too much of! on your hair you can take 4€ off end make the locks light and fluffy and ewoet smelling by sprinkling them with powdered orris and then brushing them out thoroughly.” Betty Vincent’s Advice to Lovers W elopements, it was the Cave-man who set that im- portant d But civilization hae given the privilewe, | among many others, to tho weaker eex. Presumably the | change came about when the necessity of a trousseau was discovered, It seems to me that the fair way for the modern man and woman is to compromise on the date of the wedding and all tho other arrangements. Of course you know th stbry of the young wife who wished to spend the’ ho: moon in Paria, while her husband preferred London, ‘“‘W the wife emilingly declared after- HO shall name the wedding day? 1 am not proposing that sort of a comprymise, What I suggest {9 that the young man and woman frankly talk ous arrangements, flnd out where thelr opinions confitct, and then, “apl't the difference." object, as at home, Tie Form of Congratula- 9 19 Under age and living ion. R.” writes: “My girl friond has et anndunced her engagement. Ought [t to congratulate both her and her fiance when ave meet?’ "L, 1" writes: “When @ man saya ‘I am pleased to have met you,’ what {a the proper reply?" Thank bin, or simply bow and smile, In such @ cage one congratulates the) «ys, o," 1? ae saben Gh 6 ontleman and wishes the lady happl-| week, Have I money enough to go ness, around with Co | “MM. EB." writes am golng around \with @ young lady, Out her parents say to spend on them, That depends on how muct| you pian| Pretentiousnese {s the Initial Indica- tion of Poverty of the Imagination! Mand evil if we ever Had votce Any! Whenever any-| Selt-Effacenent te a Fine Little sArticte enn te ee body “Lets us in on | Until it Beging to be Gelf-Krase has her closet of the Ground Floor” way raiment; a ‘we have to crawl} The Man who saya he can't be Flat- closet in whigu tered is Flattering Himself! trom time to time whe hides a new ‘There's a Lot of lacky Steam behind] pain and « nev; mask. Hach fresh dis- that Phrase, “I GOTTA WIN!" Pi nment, each unhappy expertence, Out ¢hrough the Coal Chute! ‘Whenever we Feel Tnotined to call our Rival a Boneheaded Buttinsk! our Bub- Consciousness tnforme us that he has Put one Over on Us! ‘The Beauty about not using a Pass to See the Game ts that you feel Perfectly Free to Baw! Out the Management! IHF; question arises in the mind of How to Know When You Are at the Pole. T ev one who is not an expert in using measuring instruments: “How do the explorers know when they are standing on the rotating point of the world?" haps there {s a queer sen- sation when one {a standing on twenty-four hours, It does not percept- ibly rise or fail during the day. It just woes tight round at a certain helght, which varies according to the seacon, You measure the sun's helght above the horlgon Dec, 14 a: noon, at midnight and so forth, The angle you obtain is the angle which you should obtain for your sup- posed position, To make sure, you remain there two or three days so that errors of Measurement can be gorrec ed, Also you can mMeasu your shadow or the shadow of a pole during the whole The First Symptom of Slumpitis is Harping upon what we Used to Be! ‘We've first Got to Learn how to Take @ Ucking before we can Dish Them Out! the exact spot, but then no one located ‘The Cozy Corner is the Casket of Ambition! hee ni such exactne can, how- ever, discover one's nearness The Kicker is All Right so long as he doesn't Specialise with that stuff! to this interesting point by twenty-four hours. If the ‘We Spend @ Lot of Time in Fnvying| several methods, eays the length of this shadow that might be well used in Energizing! |SPhere, from which the ac- ‘by even an Inch or 80 you companying diagram 1s repro- are not at the Pole, duced, First, one can meas- It must describe a perfect The man who Whimps that he Can't Seem to Get Ahead “somehow” knows the “somehow” of it All Right! of the eun When one the height he horizon. circle about the centre, The most exact measurements a The Man who ‘tHas to Have’ @ Few. Drinks before Breakfast can Tell you the Difference between a Loafing Liver and a Riotous One! The Kind of Charity that “Begins at Home" generally Ends There! It's Odd how many Favors are offered | ‘we are too young. However, wo are Jaimply ‘00a friende and not thinking of marriage. What do you advise?” bewun to notice each other, I am afraid you will have to give up| it be all right to speak to her?’ eee. 0 young lady & her parents’ Not without an introduction, “F. B." writes: “I meet a young lady on the car every morning, an’ we have Wouldn't |°9 Our Record! us when we Absolutely Don't need Any! | | There's no Going Back of the Returns 7 bay > Pe a cas ai ee tanding on the Pole the sun elrcl Whenever we catch oureclves Pro: rouna the observer @uring the who! obtained by theodoliies,; seaiante are net eo accurate, Copyright, 1012, by The Press Py-shing Co, (The New York World}, a ee OW Yes — Yes inoceo. Nes ALF, we Were HAPPY, WaPPyY UTTLE BOIS! Yes— “Them Was Tre. HAPPY DaYs! of a Negiected Balldog.”” each new sorrow, whether it be Love's or Fortune's, fashions ita own raiment in which to hide from the world, There are the cap ai delle of he Jester, in which poor, sensitive Fatlure, weary-eyed, tired-souled, laughs that none may know she cries, ‘There 19 the gay tinsel cloak of light Mockery, !n which Loneliness dance and #in light as her poor Uttle heart ts heavy. There is the rough, carelesely worn voat of with turned-up col- lar and pockets bulging from down- thrust fists, in which Poverty swaggers. ‘There 4s the poppyeflower gown of | u sash and flirt before her and so gayly she laughs and so suft ¢ Jealousy-—that nene guess the , aching heart pulsing under those brillant, shimmering folds of poppy- flower satin, Everywoman" hangs many garments Pride's closet. They aro alwa these sad garments of gayety, fashions never change, go out of syle, They never be ayed nor torn nor faded. They love thelr lines nor their styls thelr colors, On the contrary, the in worn, | Dheir ve | nor oftener they are worn the better they and the longer they are worn tho | And among (he tong gleaming robes o| shimmering satin, the gay cloaks and the jaunty capes, “Everywoman” hangs jmany smaller garments, many tiny |masks. ere ty @ careful Iittle . le |neither too warm nor too cold, which must be hastily donned instead of th poor dittle sigh shivering in tho c Herve is a look of friendly interest to be quickly slipped on tnatead of that Je: ous little frown eulking tn the back the closet. Here ts a gay ttle laugh, er bit of Jealousy's armor, which at ily adjusted instead of that “ken look @f agony, # they bang, radiant robes, glit- cloaks, tiny gay masks, all rea to And Kverywoman" knows just where to put her hand on the gar- ent she needs, toss it on, and turn to anoth ’ at I must listen ko the story of the other woman, I thrust my hand ‘iy in ehe closet (for no woman o loo’ lon® on those perfumed masks), and seizing @ ‘ook of Intenso | Interest, adjusted it hastily and pre- pared to sten to the Story of the Girl Who Was Never on Time, {To Be Continued.) her tiny glittering feet as/ lightly she flints—poor, proud, tmpotent, | of ‘They | neg and the more briiiiant | ue ares it “16, 191 (Copyrigtt, 1911, 6YNoPaIs OF by BobbeMerrill Co.) ‘i A meta dauglaer bomune ot te viv ond fila awe, aici 0 ho elt snows ih ner ean a Drgyer tae "me hefty fain lp etcals ‘ Meantime med Fl ebel, reaches Cairo it eet Motiarmed “confront It from lt it Jones lay i ning to, it wecrotly Ey he rug van hae be eeve : (10 har anes : Is tktnapped fae out yn the CHAPTER Xil. ‘ (Continued.) The Caravan in the Desert. AWN, dawn: if only the hort- zon would brighten up @ lit- tle #0 that he could get his By now they wei fifteen or twenty from Cairo; but in ar! ‘Mo! jo * t, the idnappers halt, n what direction? Hour after hour went by: over this huge gray ro! ind, down into ¢hi cup-like vail the cam protested or his stirru: clinked against a buckle; all with thi sombre aspect of a ecene from Dan: Several black spots, moving in circles ; far above, once attracted George; and | he knew them to be kites, which wil! follow a caravan into the desert even aa a gull will follow a ship out to sea. Later, @ torpid indifference took fen session of him, and the sense of pal grow les under the encroaching numb- ness. it the aplendor of the And when at | sword-binde atong the sky in the east, grow and widened, George comprehen: ed one thing clearly, chat they were the Arablan desert, out of the main traveled paths, in the middle of no- where, Ils sense of beauty did not respond to the marvel of the transformation. The dark gray of the sandhills that became violet at their bases, to fade away up- ward \ gold; “the drab, formless, scattered boulders, now assuming clear-cut shapes, transfused with ruby and sap- phire glowing; the sun itself that prea- ently lifted {ts rosal warming circle |above the stepping-off place—4leorge saw {but noted not. The physical ploture was overshadowed by the one he drow in his mind; the good ship Ludwig, bor- ling her way out Into the sea. ‘The sun wes free from ‘rim when the leading camel w | A confusion ensued, the camels jing stupidly into one another in « kind Out of thi | involuntarily end tumbled against a mail hillock, and lay there, without any distinct sense of what was going on round him. The eand, fine and mute- ble, formed @ couch comfortingly under his aching body, and he fell asleep, eo: hausted. Already the impalpable du; which had risen and followed the cara. van all through the night, had po’ | lbis ahoulders, What with the bruises sible, the renta in his coat, the open i#hint, soiled, crumpled, collarless, he in- vited pity; only none Arabs, As he slept @ frown | upon hia face and remained there. ‘When he came back from his troub!ed dream a bo 1co, thinned by hot water, was 6! leaned the ‘bowl, not beca hungry, ‘but because he knew that somewhore this Journey he would need etr and the recurring fury against hi | ress caused him to fling jat the head of the cam brought tt, The boy ducked, laughing, George lay down again, Let them cut {his throat 1f they wanted to; it was all the same to him, Again he slept, and when he was roughly and fore!bly awakened he wat up with @ snarl and looked about, His head was clei to take notice, He | twelve ¢ pared for 4 now, and he began continuous journey. th pack-camels, laden Z nt# and euch cooking uten- 3 the frugal Arab had need of, | Certainly Mohammed wi man, whether he owned the cami hired them for the occasion, Upon one of the beasts they were putting up & mahmal, a canopy used to protect women from the sun while ree then the “ethers, moved hither end 2. oe Jones's fooTs. leat! eontonnting tanbe fun Baas. ong ney roaring taba dtm ‘Megane. | dawn upon the desert flashed like a| ov :to Uttle pinnacles of ehimmering | |dered his clothes and his face was) riding. One Arab, taller, more robust] throat. A RAR i nome 198 £ < 4 a Be hither authoritatively, Wound about his tarboosh or fox waa a bright green 45. cufla, signifying that the wéerer’ had i]made the pilgrimage to Holy Mecca. » ia’ This individual George assumed to be fF Mohammed himself. And he recognised © % ar over whom he had two nights gone. Pity he hadn't known, and pitched him Into the 2 Nile when he had had the chance, . Mohammed completed his directions ana > walked lewurely towant George, but tis t ed 1 it as if Over his inert figure Mohammed in tered and bruised Sunday morning on " sigtt of Ryanze brightened erably. Although he wee singularly fre. ‘mene from the spirtt of aralevolence, he was nevertheless, human eneugh to subscii'y to that unwritten ant much denied creed that the misery of one man reconciles another to his, And here was company ich as misery loved; here was a man worre off tha: we @ th jevil! man yg md wronged and roby 4 through George's eyes, Ry- anni utlook was not @ pleasant thing to contemplate. But oh! the fight this one must have becn! If it had taken five natives to overcome him, how had ft taken to beat Ryanne into & shocking condition! He wi y for Ryanne, but in to see him. Oni ee atl hadn't the rug, whe yar ‘The jumble of questions his mind, seeking anewers of the Yhiortes rug, they rose, The bundle of Ryanne etirred, He eral survey of the Glance upon it, delleving ft glomeration of saad! CHAPTER Xill. Not a Cheerful’ Outlook. courage ing fietitious strength to his body, staggered toward her. It w: j Ress. There was no doubt in his mind a now; he loved her, loved her a» deeply »% © and passionately @@ any storied knight 4. loved his lady; loved her without |thought of reward, unselfishly, with © © great and tender pity, for unconaciousivy >” he saw thotjahe, Mike he, was al! alone, say) Em not only NeFe in the desert, but along the highways where men set up thoir dwollings. Ph Mohammed, having an eye upon all ™tai) things, though apparently seeing only he that which was under his immediate sth! concern, saw the young man's inten. face. He was jem, @0 It seemed. Quietly he stepped in between George and the nd mind of its bewilderment, ingly, he Mung himself upon the Arab,’ atriving to reach ¢he lean,