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Kiddie K lub Korner ‘Conducted by Eleanor Schorer F——~" Cupuriaht, 2009, by The Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening Worlt) _ Luna Preparing for July 23, Kiddie Klub Fun Fest—There Also Will Be a Kiddie Klub d Peace Pageant at the Park on That Same Day i. War Sarthe van saicaahotes nes een th ae OR ‘Park and tts safe attractions on July 22, between 1 P. M. and 5 P. M. Wath Kiddic Kinb member may invite one non-member friend to Share in tho sport of the day. One adult may escort each child into the park without‘paying the usual admission foe. Festivities will open with a Peace Pageant, given by the membérs of the Kiddie Klub. M FREE TO EVERY COUSIN AND FRIEND. The Coal Mine n SAFETY FIRST. Saby sate shieniatiin will bs abn te Sesbind thie members, Smati children wil) not be permitted to enter the amusements without an adult. Lana Park employs more than 500 attendants and plain clothes men to ‘safe- guard its visitors: ’ T know that I can deptnd apon all Kiddie Kind members to act in a way that would distinguish them’ anywhere ‘os Kiddie Klub members. We have never had a display of it! manners at any of the many Kiddie Klub affairs, ‘Tuts iwene of our dearest prides and one to be upheld by every loya! Counin, COUSIN BLBANOR, Cousin Eleanor’s Klub Kolumn dUeeg fiDDLe CONTEST AWARD Tho golden réd 90 graceful is oudding WINNER, into view, Hew mavy insects does it take to} Daisies, daisies, wherever I may look Make «@ landlord? Along the lonely wayside, close by the ‘Ten-ants. babbling brook. From DOROTHY EHLIG, twelve years, Pearl River, N, ¥- T gatherod up an armful and sat down 5 by the way To pluck the satiny petals from their Golden heart so gay, T pluck the petals one by one And this is what I say: aged WHERE'S THAT PIN? He loves me, he loves me not My heart stands almost still, As the petals one by one they fall so dlently—they thrill, And as the last petal fails to the ground T love, I love you, is the echo of its sound. By VIRGINIA HOY, aged fourteen years, Perth Amboy, N. J, _OUR HEROES. Our heroes’ fh their graves are lain, ‘They who have borne incemant pain; Never ‘shall they see home again, Fre boys who have not died in vain. LLLAM By“SARMELLO TANTICLO. “"SUMMER' TS HERE. Surinn ts Rete’ summer 'ts hi Bvery ‘gina heart) will yell & merry cheery y_ WH ROBERTS, Brook- Goodby ‘cold -winter for mahy'a day, |!’ N. ¥. For hele ‘are oer ma whe 7 pom rt SUMMER. Bikraan with thevasien tod orchards Ain, SBTIO any re AAD PASS OngE green yy And we all will welcome you; And the beautiful flowers at for a'The flowers you bring and the birds ataabis 4 that sing, s ig-bere-spmmer: *y eres Are ry Yes you—#o the credit that Bo raige,your-voice-to a merry cheer, Summit? ig “here with its beautiful Should be given to you, I'm sure. By ALICE WARSHAW, aged ten years, Leeds, N. ¥, an And Ha’ Wonasrtul sun which sheds| | HOW TO JOIN THE KLUB AND on teres OBTAIN YOUR PIN. .fiélds of corn and.gardens of Degisning vith any ome flowers,» . ber La ouk six of tl - Amd thero 1) stays, Tor Rourd) and ba Se nour” * Evens Wand Kigali srs Summesis bere, sumumer is here; You Oty, with a Byte ia Sai oe ie ap t rgteen, Beer one i ‘The heidi are white with daisies and COUPON NO. ey6d''suadnh too, mS eouren no. 493 hs an deh Dats RELL pacraaeatees | The Romance of Words Lint. (By -James C. Young Caprright, 1919, by The Prees Publishing Co. (The New Yor Froning World.) ‘How’ Evérjday Expressions Had Their Origin Wropénthg some’ old book many ) be traces to @ parentage from two to "yeaders .aro surprised to find| three thousand years old, Develop- expressions there whieh still|ment of the English Junguage han are in use, and wiich they may evon | been along such tortuous lines that have thought to be their own, or wo almost speak the language of So raiae your vole to 4 merty cheer, By GEORGE CORSUN, DAISIES. “Klub Pin” At) ei peculiar to a particular locality. But | bedlam, That is not wholly true, of language has been so long in growth | course, for bedilam is @ corrupted that a very; large majority vf the|form of’ Bethlehem, which was the terms we know are of great age. | name of a hospital for the insane in For instande, ‘there could be no) London, The strange conversation higher compliment than to say that / of its inmates came to be kuown as a friend of ours was “a brick.” Just | the language of bedlam. why @ man’s cournge and faitbful-| A word of hoary lineage which re- ness should cause him’ to be de-|cently has come into more general soribed “ae “a brick" requires some/usage is lazarette, now commonly explanation, “* R “ lemployed by military men to de- The story: tsmn°old ene. Back In| scribe a detention camp for the dis- the days.when Sparta was phe stal- | eased, especially natives. Lazarette wart stato of ancient Greece a new) I# a late corruption of lazaretto, used ambassador came to court. He wos/for hundreds of years as the name shown about the city in ceremonial /of hospitals devoted to the moze style, and thén‘taken to a review of| virulent diseases. And lazaretto was the troops. One of the court offi-| just a mtep from Lazarus, that beg- clals asked ‘him what he thought of | gar of sacred history who sat at the Sparta and the Spartans, The am-| gate of Dives, the rich man, and bassador replied that it indeed was: begged for food. Lazarus clways has @ splendid city, and that the trovps| been represented as “covered with were excellent. “But,” he added, "I | sores,” would think that you are insecure.| How Lazarus endured his agony i You. haxe fo wills about ‘your city." | familiar to all, Perhaps agony is a “Yonder are our walls," replied \strong word in that instance, but it the Spartan, waving bis arm toward | bus a worth wills history, Agoniua the troobs, “and every man is .@) was a wrestler once much in favor brick!" with the Greeks and famed as the During these summer days most | Breatest master of this sport, It was w stroke of popular fancy that de- of us are looking forward to a va-) iva’ azony from Agonius, and the cation, when we may meander down | word is especially forceful,’ truly de~ the cguntry. lanes. Incidentally, scribing the sensations of a person that word. meander ip another old | seized by pain or panic which brings anette ; a writhing of the muscles, friend. “It wis the name of a river)” mnat word panic is a descendant in Phrygia ‘noted for its many] of the Grecks, Pan, everybody wil windings”) The “uticlents” spellbd: it} recall from, thelr sehoolbooks, | was - - ppothe #04 Of Lhe shepherds wha pli yong ener Soe res pce, ae ctor Detore strangers and Almost everywierétawe turn ards sre. vsed by everybod, Secvechs Leave’ It.:to: Lo A Story of Western Ranch Life, in Which a a Red Blooded American Girl With “Pep” Wins Out Ageines Big Odds and Geto the Respect Due Her (Ooprright, 1918, by CBaries Beribner’s Sona.) SYNOPSIS OF iy ana Rea wie ls” ee. ‘work Prebares te run the outhi near ei ieee! aS oat Maes feats of tae rast iets Beha atte as te te Kae, Bud the, La da sata tha wind CHAPTER IL (Continued,) ITH his deep gravity at its deepest, Bud Lee answered: “All L+S stock. The eleven Red Duke three-year-olds; the two Robert the Devil colts; Brown Babe's filly, Comet”"—— “All mine, every running hoof of ‘em," she said, cutting in, “What does Trevors want you to do with them? Give them away for ten dol- lars a head or cut their throats?” “Look here cried ‘Trevors angrily, on his feet now. “You shut up!” commanded the girl sharply. “Lee, you answer me.’ “He'e selling them fifty dollars a head," he said with a, secret Joy in his heart as he glanced at Trevors's flushed face, “Fifty dollars!” Judith gasped. “Fifty dollars fdr a Red Duke coit like Comet!" She stared at Lee as though she uld not believe it. He merely stared back at hor, wondering. ju how much she knew about Fors flesh Then, suddenly, ehe whirled again upon Trevors, “I came out to see if you were a crook or just a fool,” she told him, her words like a slap In his face, “No man could be so big a fool as that! You—you croo! The muscles under Bayne Trevors's jaws corded. "You've said about enough,” he shot back at her. “And even if you do own a third of this outfit, il have you understand that L am the manager here and that I do what I il From her Weedsn she snatched a big envelope, tossing ,it to the table, Look at that,” ‘she ordered him. “You big thief! I've mortgaged my holding for fifty thousand dollars and I've bought in Timothy Gray's share, I swing two votes out of three now, Bayne Trevors, And the first thing I do is run you out, you great big, rafting fathead! You would chuck uke Sanford'’s outfit to the dogs, would you? Get off the ranch, You're fired!” “You can't do a thing like this!” snapped Trevors, after one swift glance at the papers he had whisked out of hek covering, c “L can't, can't I?” she jeered at him, “Don't you fool yourself for one little minute! Pack your little trunk and hammer the trail.” Judith turned to Lee. “Well” Judith sniffed, “I don't know, It will be a jolt to me if there's @ square man left on the ranch! Go down to the bunk-house and tell the cook I'm here and I'm hungry as @ wildcat, ‘Tell him and any of the boys that ure down there that I've come to stay und that Trevors is fired, They take orders from me and no one else, And hurry, if you know how. Goodness knows, you look as though it would take you half an hour to turn around!" “Thank you, ma'am," said Bud Lee. “But you see I had just told Trevors here he could count me out. I'm not working for the Blue Lake any more, As I go down to the corral, shall I send up one of the boys to take your orders?” There was a little smile under the last words, just as there was a little smile in Hud Lee's heart at the thought of the boys taking orders from a little slip of a girl, Inside he was chuckling, vastly delighted with the comedy of the morning. “She's a sure-enough little wonder- bird, all right,” he mused. “But, say, what does she want to butt In on @ man’s-size job for, I want to know?" called ‘Trevors, “you take oY from me or no one on this ». You can go now, And just keep your mouth shut.” “[ guess,” said Lee quietly I'l stick und until you through quarrelling, 1 might come in handy somehow." Dann you," shouted Trevors, “get out ut out the swear-words, Trevors,” said Lee with quiet sternness. “There's a lady here.” “Lady!” scoffed Trevors. He laughed contémptuously. “Where's your lady? That?" and he levelled a scornful finger at the girl, “A vant- ing tough of a female who brings a breath of the stables with her and scolds like a fish-wife.” said Lee, crossing the strides, his face thrust iu Wanita libbhe, “You shut wu voice as Judith’s hand fell upon Tad | Lee'e bla es “It I couldn't take care of myself do you think I'd be fool enough to take over a job like running tie Blue Lake? Now"—and with blazing eyes she confronted Trevors—vit you've got any more nice little things to say, suppose you say them to me!” “You wildcat!" he cried. And his two big hands flew out, secking her shoulders. “Stand, back!" called Judith. “Just because you are bigger than I am, don’t make any mistake! Stand back, 1 tell you!" Bud Lee marvelled at the swiftness with which her hand had gone into her blouse and out agaip, a small- calibre revolver in the steady fingers now had never known @ man— him: possibly excepted—quicker at the @ ‘Trovors med ts £0 he went down aid. goftly un- i i'm damned, Leo smiled. upon her bidding. to the bunk house he der his breath: “Well I most certainly am CHAPTER HL RINKLED, grizaled, old half-breed Jose, his hands trembling with eagerness, stood in the smaller rose garden culling the perfect buds, a joyous tear running its gigzag way down cach sheek. “La senorit eas come home!” he announced triumphantly as Lee drew near on his way to the bunk hous “Jesus Maria! Ken my heart it is like the singing of leetic birdies. Mira, senor, My flowers bloomin’ the brighter, already--no?” Bud Lee paused. “So you know Mise Sanford then?” he asked. Jose throw out his hands and opened hie night-black eyes to their most enormous extent. “Do I know God?" he demanded, . “Well, smiled But, “as to that” “But,” senor,” cried the devout Tope, “like on holy days I feel that Dios comes to sit down in the corner or my heart, so without seeing la senor- ita I know she ees come home! She ees in the air like the light of sun, like the sweetness of my roses!” “You've known her a long time, Jow "Seence she ees born!” and Jose, Unashamed, “And one theeng T tell You, senor,” he added confidentially, “Her papa was a wild devil before her. Her mamma ees grow. up on the anch, and when she marry el senor Sanford wis like a wild boy. And mi senorita, she 3 the cross between a wild and @ sweet saint, senor! Madre de Dios! I would go down to hel, for ber to bring back fire to warm her leetle feet een weenter!" Lee went thoughtfully on his way to the bunk-house. ‘The cook, an im- portation of Bayne Trevors, a'big, u st fellow with bare arms cov- u 1 with flour, was putting on the breakfast to which a doson pough- bed men were sitting down. I've got orders for you fello sald Ldée from the doorway. “The boss of the outfit, the real owner, you know, just blew in. Up at the house. Says you boys are to stick around to take orders straight from headquar- tera, You, Benny,” to the cook, “are to have man's-size breakfast ready in_a jiffy They at him incredulous Then dry cackle led the laughter, “You're the biggest lar, Bud Le said the old man good-naturedly, "I ever focused my two eyes on, Vil lay an even bet there ain't nobody showed a-tall up this morning,” “You, said Lee to the boy at “shovel your grub down lively and go hitch Molly and olé Pie-face to the buckboard, That's orders from Jquarters,"" he jy grinned, ‘“Trevors is to be hauled away first thing.” Out of the tail of his eye he saw the swift. approach of Bayne Tre- vors. The general manager's face was black with iage and through that dark wrath showed a dull red flush of shame, He walked with his two arms lax at his sides, “Give me a cup of coffee, Ben." he commanded curtly, slumping into a chair, “Hurry!” 4Benny, looking. at him curtously, Hgusbt a steaming cup and offered it.” Trevors, moved to Jift a hand; nenk back # lille further a ir, bis face af ogy in ‘Put some milk in it,” he anarled, Suly 15, love of Heaven, hurry, man! Get this coat off me,” he commanded. “Ourse you, don't tear my armas off! Slit the sleeves.” And then came Judith. They stared at her as they might have done had the heavens opened oles Re tea down, or the eorth split and a tg: | “Tam Judith sanford” maid fs ker abrupt fashion, quite as she haa made the announcement to Lee and Trevors. “This outfit belongs to me 1 have fired Trevora, You Fi orders straight from me from now on Cookie, give me some coffee.” She came in without ceremony and sat down at the head of the table. Benny gasped, stood for a moment rooted to the floor, and then, ae eyes hard upon him, hastily the fee, ‘Grevors went out, Benny at his ‘0 heels, Lee, moving with his usual leisureliness, was following when Judith's cool voice said quietly: “You, Lee, wait a moment, I want to talk with you,” Lee hesitated. Theh he:came back and waited. The men outside naturally grouped about the general manager. His angry voice, lifted clearly, reached the two in the room, “I'm fired,” said Trevors harshly. “As soon as I can get going | am leay- ing for the Western Lumber camp. Every one of you boys holds gis gee here because I gave it to him, you want to hold it now, with a fool girl telling you what to do? Do you want men up and down the State to laugh at you and jeer at you for a pack of softies and imbeciles? Or do you want to roll your blankets and quit?) To every man that jumps ha job here and follows mo any Tt promise a job with the Western. You fellows know the sort of boss I'vo been to you. You can guess the sort of boss that chicken tn there would be, Now I'm going, It's up to you. Stick to a white man or fuss around for a woman ?” “Well, ‘ wher Lee,” said Judith sharply, do you get off? ? Or sual I count you out?” me to play square,” said sud. ll stick a week, giving you - the chance to get a man in my place. ‘That's all. “What's the matter with you?” she cried hotly. “Why won't you stay with your job? Is it because you don’t want to take orders from mo?" Gulping down a last mouthful of coffee, she was on her feot and passed swiftly out among the men, “You men!” she cried, and they turned sober eyes upon her, “listen to me! You've heard that big stiff rant; now hear me! I'm here because I be- long here. My dad was Luke Sanford and he made this ranch. I was raisea here. It's two-thirds mine right now. ‘Trevora there is a crook and I told him so. He's been trying to sell me out, to make such a failure of the out- fit that I'd have to let it go for a comic song, He got gay and I fired him. He tried to manhandle me and 1 plugged him. And now I am going to run my own outfit! What ha you got to say about it, you grumbil cld grouch with the crooked face! Put up or shut up! I'm calling you!" The men turned from her to Ward Hannon, the fleld foreman, who had been Trevors's right-hand man and who now was sneering openly. “I'm saying it's no work for a kid o< @ girl,” grumbled Hann ‘You run an outfit like this?” He laughed de- ely. “It can't be did. rary, tonme, enlef kicker: If sten to me, you've got a horse on the ranch I can't ride, I'll quit right now and rive you my job! How's that strike you? T tell See the word on this Franch is going to be: ‘Put up or shut up!’ Which is it, Growly?” Again the men laug non’s face showed bi “Mean that, lady? briefly. “You can just mean it!” Hannon turned toward the stable. “All right. We'll see who's going to put up or shut up!" he jeered over his shoulder, “You ride the Prince just two little minutes and I'll stay and work for you!” In due time Ward came back. He was leading a suddled horse, a great, wild-eyed roan that snapped vicious- ly as he came on, walking with the wide, spreading stride of @ horse little uwed to the saddle, Judith measured him with her eyes as she had measured the men in the bunk- house, “He's an ugly devil,” she sald, and Lee, at her side, siniled again, But the girl had not altered her intention, She stepped closer, looking to cinch, bit apd reins, Bhe commanded Ward to draw the latigo tighter. and Ward did so, dodging back as the big brute snapped at nim Judith laughe she taunted hi hair!” Two men held the Prince Judith's command they sh 1 tirrups and then blinded hii \ bopdnaei i soni Buck a ltt Litue Princel’ d, and Han- anger. he demanded bet your’ eyes I “Look out, Ward,” “He's after your At ba " paid dudict, for the Jady, at pee ee te: i FS = ers GOES The LAGHT= WEIGHT: CAMPION | ihe Fower of a Mother’s Love By Rev. Thomas B. Gregory Pot Then denly, without sign of ean Titusrerturiet, leaping Copyright, 1019, te The Pree Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) far out to tab left, striking with hard MBRICAN biography contains no grander name than that of! hoofs bunched, gathering bimacif as Agassiz. ness in to 6 right And again stood atill. Judith, sitting seourely on bjs rebel- lous back, la Now be plunged toward the corral, plain, the one dosire in to crush bis rider against the high fence, But Judith’s spurs answered him, and the bit, savage in his jaws, brought him about, whirl- ing, sidling, striking, bucking as only @ strong, fearless, devil-hearted horse knows bow to buck. He doubled up under her; he rose and fell in a quick series of short Jumps which tore and ss at her body, which strove to ‘her knees away from hie sides and break the grip of ber hand on the “Can she rid whispered Bud Lee. “T_want to know!" Old Carson was muttering and pull- ing at his lip nervously. Out of the corner of bis mouth in a voice that was almost a whimper, he ke) Ed ond yine to Ward jannon: “You akunk! You ornery skunk! Hunt your hole after this!” We all remember Tom Moore's beautiful lines: “You may break, you may shatter the vase if you wif, PY But the scent of the roses will hang round it etilL” As the “scent of the roses” hangs round the broken vase, the of Agassiz's memory clings—and we trust will ever cling—to the land was deservedly so proud of his virtues and achievements. sh To know Agassiz was to be the recipient of a perpetual Senediction” and to do tn constant tevich with one of the soblest, benvust, “Eisdiens dunian influences that ever existed. It {6 said that in ‘Agaasit's presence it was tmposaible to feet depressed,” or cynical, or selfish, so great and commanding were his optimism: And the pecullar fact about the eminent scientist was that to his: day he was in soul and temperament a boy. In the midst of his herculean labors he remained a boy. At home, at’ the club, at the banquet table, at the summit of his splendid fame, he a boy. ‘And always at the head of the table of his thoughts sat the thought | his mother, From the very dawn of reason to the last day of his glorious Ute he was ‘mother's boy.” ‘As his own fine influenco still clings to his dear adopted country, shes 1 29 y ain't giving him to| influence of his mother attended him from earliest Dopteoo tor lites ass lgahed sidcarron patter |r, endygh—Godl ‘8 goin’ Dr. get a The distinguished scientist's fiftieth birthday was being celeprated if Boston by the famous “Saturday Club,” tipon which read a poem in which Nature was represented as taking young young Aguas by the hand and leading him along to the discovery of her won‘ a At last there came a stanza which represented his mother as mo ‘ over the fact that Mother Nature had drawn her boy away from her: “And the mother at home says, “Hark! For his voice I listen and yearn; It is growing late’and dark, And my boy does not return.’” As Longfellow read away at the poem Agassiz’s head bent mod laughter. Pedobe! and when the verse with the allusion to his mother came, “Now, Ward," she sald quickly, ‘her face flushed with deop feeling, tears gathered in hfs eyes and pteoeGiiy, Freeman hurried, her cheeks Fred,/ono by one, dropped slowly down his cheeks. we Ta atick it you rode bim," It was soine minutes before he could sufficiently recover nisoulf muttered Ward. “And—— bow to the poet the acknowledgment of his thanks. with anick| "mo Louis Agassis the world will mever be able to pay the full of its indebtedness. The value of his scientific contributions was price, but the richest of all the contributions that Agasais gave his “And,” cried the girl passion, “I'll tall you something, and the world was the simple proof, of hid love for and Crvotion “tort mother. You're a great big lumbering coward! Btick with me?” She laughed again, American Fashion Ribbons Have Come Into Their Ov ‘or horse and rider had come to the wide irrigating ditch whicn, since Judith Sanford bad lived here, had been constructed to carry the water of Blue Lake River down to the al- falfa flokis, Sho saw it when she was too close to swerve, U Tho men watching saw her lean forward in the saddle, gather her reins, lift ber whip. Then the lifted | whip came down, tho rs touched the Prince's sweating sides, the big horso leaped far and clear of tho ditch and there floated back Pe) ” a new, laugh, ringing, with her scorn. “Here's your outlaw.” Judith, her voice “Ride him!" 1 stinging him. “Ride him, or get off the ranch! Whigh is it?" Ward Hannon, glad of the opening, answered surtily: “Aw! think f want to take orders off'n a woman? You're right, I'll get off'n the ranch!" , Then, without turning, she’ went swiftly to the ranch bouse, Old man Carson wiped the sweat from his Lake “This is her, all right CHAPTER IV, ' LD man" Carson—so- called through Igck of cotrtesy, and because of ze) the sprinkling of gray through his black hair, a man of perhaps forty-five—filled an unthinky ingly disreputable pipe with his own conception of “real tobacca” and chuckled so that the second mitch was required before he was ready to say bis say. “You just listen to me, you boys’ he said. “I worked with the Down River outfit a year before Trevors sent me word he had a job open here at better pay. That's only seventy- five miles, and news does percolate, give it time, None of you fellers ever saw old Luke Sanford?” “I'd been working here close to two weeks when he got killed,” Bud said, us Carson's twinkling ‘eyes went from face to face, "I got my jm straight from him, not ‘Trevo “That's so,” said Carson, “Well, Bud knows the sort Luke Sanford was, He was dead and buried when 1 come to the Blue Lake, but I'd saw him twice and I'd heard of him more times than that. Quiet man that ‘tended to his own business and did not say so all-fired much he was stirred up. And then—! heard tell about this same Luke San- font ten years ago and more—about him and his little girl. From what folks said I guess there never was a man wanted a boy-baby —worse'n Luke Sanford befure Judith come And I guess there never was a man put more stock in his own flesh and blood than Luke did in her as soon as he got used to her being a she. I don’t know just exactly how old she was ten years ago, women iolks be- ing so damn tricky in the looks of their ages, but I'd say she was eight or nine or ten or eleven years old. Anyhow, Luke had took her in hand already,” “Taught her to ride, buh?” asked one of the men, ‘owrd shouting, Toker Fy nodd Garton, wil weneuanes, sure a wets Be Ctaseth 4 ane