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( UT ——_— 2) RRND, ae A ee ae i. fl ‘The Evening World’s K iddie Klub Korner Conducted by Eleanor Schores Consett, Ine, bw ‘Prem Pubiieming On (The New York Brening World.) THE KIDDIE KLUB HOUSE. The Kiddie Kiub-tonse, OTOTOTOIOTO OOOO Made dy Edith Shiner on her typewriter. ;Aged fourteen years, Tompkinsville, 8. L. Cousin Eleanor’s Klub Kolumn j THE KIDOIE KLUB. i: Listen.-my children, ° And you Shall hear What Cousin Eleanor Did to choor The thousands of kiddies z Whio didn't know what to-do or say On @ wet and rainy day. ‘Bhe organized the Kiddie Klub The qne that you afi I both love, Then the Klub news would entertain The kiddies when down poured the rain, And now that I have told what's true Won't you become a member too? By DOROTHY: RIBSPNBERGER, Aged thirteen years, Brooklyn, N. He gent & rain in the morning, But cléared in afternoon. And fooled us clearly, Fer we did postpone our fun ‘TM to-morrow afternoon, He chuckled to himself, For he thought right royal Our fun he did spoil. BUT— wh the thousands we did arrive, And thousands of tongues. * Suddenly became alive WE yelled at top of our lungs, ‘shouting as up the chutes wo go, HOW THE OLD WEATHER MAN FOOLED US. MoTHER' — You KHOW Tt _ SIMPLY VETEST “WHAT SGHOR GAzOOK! WE MUST SEE WS WoRKt to the Hero. Yet, He A Soldier Hero Is Reported Dead; a Hated Rival Steals His Fiancee; His Own Brother , Steals Some Bonds and Shifts the Blame Overcame These Ob- stacles and More, and Marries—Another Girl (Novelization by William A. Page of (Copyright, 1919, by F. Ray the play now being presented at Lyric Theatre.) Comstock and Morris Gest.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, there never had been a war before this one. Folks #aid the same thing in '65, after the BIG scrap, Every- body and everything was going to be changed, Nothing was to be like it was before the war, and the world had then been made safe for every one—except the Democrats” Old Jerr vhuckied mightily at his own wit. “SUN calling the Civil War the big scrup, eh?” ventured the grandson. “And why not?” insisted the G. A, R. man, “War was war in those days. We didn’t sit in a hole in the ground and blew dirty gas at one another. We stood up like men and lambasted cach other itke men.” 00k Nyaltage, of f Valls Jo onlenensng the _revure CC, ta regiment, from righ fee “There's = fort rext ot ™ school lipase ie, transformed temporat he "Peeng 0 grandpop; but I'm sick of talking Coming down ready for more Brn a x Jou eata ay saps Mae German geo cans Pint Mhope sbout the war—T want to get back to Then making a rush for | third of the te men. eure me. with & wench hat, inl aod Muctbongla comme back Mio work." The top airplanes or tilted a JOY, a, eee vihe. ‘pron’ mecteciy To ert Waster a \rieh Old Jefferson. Adams. .atroked hin Anywhere our fancy took us. Midge Monainn: Slee the ne four an ada ‘i U henge mustache thoughtfully, “You heard, Running here and there, Getting in each othér’s way, Stepping on everybody's toes, Much to our woe, And the sight of this | Joyous laughter and yelling Did make OLD WEATHER MAN cry, For it rained in the night While we slept snug and tight. By VICTOR DAVID. « aR: SMILES. ‘st the foot of @ little hill in a Tittle cottage lived a mother and her daaghter Smiles. Her mother ‘was atok in ‘bed for the want of food. Smiles went out to work for a neigh- or and for her pay she received a small Jar of flour, @he mixed the batter for some pan- cakes and then cooked them, All of a fudden a knock came at the door, A‘faint little voice said, “Let me in, €mell some of your pancakes and I have just caught my foot in a trap.” miles went to the door and opened it. She saw a little dwarf, “Come in my little man.” pin hobbled the little man, His feet Pere wore, so Smiles bathed them and qparea her supper with the man. i After the little man arose to go he said to Smiles, “My good child, you have’ done me good service. Name a wish and you shall have it at once.” “All T wish,” said Smiles, “is enough money to buy food and clothes,” The Uttle dwarf took from his pocket a little purse of gold. ‘ “Here is your wish, every time you take some out more will come in, but beware! and do not spend your money carelessly.” Smiles thanked him and away ‘pe went. Smiles bought food ahd clothes. Her mother grew well again ener was now able to work in the By MILDRED LA BRIE, Waterbury, ‘Conn, SWEETLY THE ROBIN !S CALL- y ING. "Vhe trees have burst into bloom And the world is turning green, Little sprouting plants here can be seen y brooks are happily’ run- ming otong. ifurmuring, murmuring sweet sum- *mer's song. trem sunny South The robin has come back arf is singing as sweetly as it could, Ii is answered by echoes | ‘That come from a neighboring wood. | ‘The crickets are chirping All.day long. } Livery living thing ‘9 singin, | Summer's sweet song. sian | By ROSH RUBINOFF, aged 11, Brooklyn, N. Re HOW ony: ASEM THE KLUBAND ‘AIN YOUR PIN. hi wit ae Bis" -soe- ‘ail mi BS Klub Pin® Saag ae 8 COUPON NO. BOO ales | How TOGETA NEW | KIDDIE KLUB PIN. Members who © belonged |]! to the Kiddie Klub f4> three months dr longer an have brok- en or lost their ping can cet |} | new ones by sending three cou- pons (numbered in rotation). NAME, AGE, ADDRESS and CERTIFICATE NUMBPR must be given. New certificates can be obtained in the same way, If you do not know : our certificate number tell the date upon which you became a member or as near to It as you can recall, After losing the original pin and certificate given each mem- ber upon entering the Klub, only one pin and one certificate Janay be secured, according to the above rule. If a member again loses either pin or certificate send three coupons and & cents for another pin and three cou. pons and 8 cents for another certificate, Can New York URD they can, They can do any- thing they set their minds on. During the summer many of them have felt the “urge” of farming. ‘Bhese women have taken the places ‘@f boys in the Boys’ Working Reserve, who formerly did the work im past years. The State Food Comnrission and the State Labor Department have this yeas relinquished their duties in ie vespect and left the farming to the New York woman, Ulster County sent a hurry call re- opntiy for 500 girls for fruit picking. Before the eager girls could buy their uveralls another call, even more ur- gent, for 1,100 girls, was received, ‘These girls were divided into thirty camps, The fruit men of Ulsier Ubdunty agreed that the women have Agyed them thousands of dollars, They algo agreed without hesitation that the women of New York State had #elved their fruit picking problems for good and all, ‘The work of the New York State + , Women Farm? Woman's Land Army, Inc., is degin- ning to be recognized as an jmportant factor in the labor market. Satur- day night, after the week's work has been completed, the girl workers meet at the community hall in the differ- ent counties, The fruit owners with their happy families are there. There ‘s @ good speaker, a dance, refresh. ments and @ generat good time, Can New York women farm? Well, well, ——>—— THIS HAPPENS ONLY IN FICTION 66T © you think you could learn to love me?” asked the young man. “Well—1 don't know," replied the sweet young thing, thoughtfully. “I have $5,000 in Liberty Bonds, $10,000 invested in good~paying stocks—" “Go on; I'm learnihg.” “And $50,000 in well-pay- ing real estate.” “All right, dear; I've Jearned. Believe me, you're some teacher!"~-Yonkers Statesman. jams SRT, same taut aides. an ‘sweetheart. enters and is ast CHAPTER VII. UTH HUNTER paused, and Doug Adams gazed at her doubtfully, Gcarcely liking to have her go, yet very much disturbed over the peculiar attitude assumed by his younger brother. Ruth herself solved the difficulty with a smile, fur-placing.# hand affection- ately upon Doug’s arm, she said: “Ll go im the next room and help the other girls with their work. I'll be back presently, and perhaps It's best, I want to be alone for a little while, to think. I can't seem to rea- lize"— In a moment she was gone, abrupt- ly, @ queer Dreak in her voice as she left the room, Doug turned inquir- ingly to the young chap, who scarce- ly seemed to know how to begin. But he braced himself bravely, and faced Doug defiantly. “Doug.” he* began, slowly, serious- ly, “I've dune something rotten, the rottenest thing ohe brother could do to another; and the time has come when I must tell it to you and face the music. I'd sooner be dead than have to tell you this, and if I thought a bullet through my head would help save the situation, I would do, it, quickly and glad) “My dear boy,” cried Dong, dimly | comprehending the possibility of | some terrible disaster, “now that I've | just come back, don’t say such a tole some continued without “and be- L knew théy woulda’t prosecute while you were fhghting in a States uniform, I them you had stolen it. 1 don't understand two people—grandpa and rit was while I was ing Daisy. You know how mad 1 was about her, and how afraid I was vome one else would get her. Well, I had a tip on one of the war stocks and it looked like a sure thing, I bought a lot on margin, and took six bonds from the Snyder estate the frm Was trustee for and put them up as security.” Doug could scarcely believe his ears, That Grant—his brother—was a thief, and calmly confessing it, seemed incredible. He clenched his fists to control his emotions, and breathlessly told the boy to go o1 “LT must have been mad.” Gra volce was cold and hard, despite t! pain the recital was causing him “Of course I thought as every o ways does in a case of that kind. expected to clean up big and replace the ‘bonds long before the estate would have to be turned over to Mrs. Snyder, But when the time came I was broke and the bonds were gone.” Doug put his arm around the young chap tenderly. “Rnd. so you told Mrs, Snyder that I was the thief?" “No, L didn’t—I didn’t do that,” an- swered Grant, “I only swore up and down that I knew nothing of the matter, and of course there wasn't any one eloe who, had access to the bonds except you.” “and she wouldn't prosecute me be- cause I was in service in France?” “C thought that at first—but then grandpop called on her and promised to pay her right away. That's how ho came to sell the practice, to get the money to pay for the new bonds, Time and again T tried to muster courage enough to confess the truth to grandpop, but I always put it off. Then Daisy and I were married, and one day the news came that you that it couldn't ever make any differ- ence to yous-oh, Doug, what a dirty rotter I've been!” Doug comforted the boy as best he could. It was plain that Grant's nerves were near the breaking point, but,he had steeled himself up for the confession, and now that it was over he seemed a bit relieved. Doug put both arms around him and gave him a ttle. hug. Then he patted him on the bac “Guess I ghould have it a little ‘more time with my ther,” he ‘fold ‘us it tdenilty, ‘she "belloved’ ‘itm ‘dead. “Uirunt a Jaughed. “But don't you worry— money trifles are not serious to me just now, and we'll fix everything up all pight in a few days. You run right poy home to Duisy and don’t worry ver my troubles,” eon, Doug, you've done everything for me!" almost sobbed the boy. “You were a father and a brother rolled into one—that’s what makes it so vile, ef course, that I had to sell the law you needed some ready “Well, yes, but we won't say any- thing about that now. I'll not men- tion anything, now that you've just come home’ “But, Grandpop,” shouted Grant, interrupting them. “we must talk abous thove bonds pow.” t bonds?” demanded the vet- eran, testily, trying to Intimate to Grane that the matter must not be “TO HEAR FOLKS TALK, YOU'D THINK THERE NEVER HAD BEEN A WAR BEFORE THIS ONE; T can’t even ask you to forgive me.” A halting step in the hall outside, the sharp sound of @ cane beating & tattoo upon the floor, then the door was flung open, and a veteran of the Civil War stood before them. “Gandpop,” shouted Doug, leaping forward and clasping the veteran to his heart, while the old man, his volce shrill and tense with excitement, cried urveyed his grandson: “It's true, then, It's true. alive and well. Hallelujah to God. Amen—amen—amen. “Why, you're looking great, Grand- Pop,” cried Doug, admiringly. “I was afraid I was going to see a broken down old man” “I've dropped @ year or two since Midge Monahan brought me the news about you coming back,” said the vet- eran, his voice trembling from emotion. “My boy, alive and well, thank God.” “My, and how dressed up you are, in the Grand Army uniform,” commented Doug. “Don't you know there's 9 parade on to-day? ‘And you know what a G. A. R. man is when It comes to a parade 1 guess most of the old fellows are getting about enough of them this year, I hear that down to New York they don’t use Fifth Avenue for any- thing else. Life is just one damned parade after another.” “Just the same old Grandpop,"* smiled Adams. “Of course, why should I be any different?” demanded the veteran. “Because of the war in France? Jiramy, to hear folks talk you'd My boy, raise be SAID GRANDPOP, mentioned since Doug had returned. * do ‘t know what you're talking sighed Grant, sadly, you the truth—Doug never took the bonds—I stole them.” CHAPTER VII F looks gould kill; if old Jefferson Adame ad pomessed the strength of half a century earlier, it is doubtful just what form of sudden vengeance might not have fallen upon the unprotected head of young Grant Adams at this uncx- pected confession to his grandfather, “You—you--you litue whipper- snapper’——- stammered the veteran. “You mean to say you"— But Douglas Adams interposed upon his brothers behalf. “I knew all about the matter, Grandpop,” he explained. “Now not a word. Grant can't openly confess the theft be- cause of Daisy.” “But the coward———" aputtered Old Jeff, angrily. “He hid himself be- bind a United States unform. lf my sight and stay commanded, po! intimg to "Toh, Dous, you've always been @ the door. prince to. me, What @ rotter I have been, 1 can’t tell you how sorry I am," murmured Grant, with tears in his voice. “The little whel after Grant he muttered, For that’s what I've done, Doug, I've ruined you in selling the practice,” “Nongsense--I'll soon get on my feet again," he sald. “Anyhow, look at that ‘sign of Otis Weaver's on the blackboard—that looks like busines: Old Jeff followed his direction, and read, jaboriously, the sign in big le ters ‘of chalk upon the JOBS FOR SOLDIERS. GIVE THE MAN WHO FOUCHT: FOR YOU A CHANCE. OTIS WEAVER, Chairman, Weaver,” cried Old Jeff, struck by 4 sudden thought. “Give the man who fought for you @ ehance, We'll make him do it.” “Bo what?” repeated Doug. ‘Don’t Give Up ‘the Ship By Rev. Thomas B. ‘Gregory Com right, 1919, by The Frese Publishing Co. (The New Tort Eeeming Wi HE ringing order of the gallant han teDety as quoted are is eternal application. T alt. | pttonat It furnishes the secret of all real syccess, The spirit ites which it Girills stiffens the bravely tc the work when the work darkest. ' bone in every time of trial, and holds a4, is the hardest and the prospect bre “Don't Give Up the Ship!" If-she maust, sink, let her sink; but alg the floats, fight her, and fight her for all you are worth! The words of Capt. Lawrence are of spécial signifi¢anes thése times! when the struggle for life's nobler pointments are so many and so'bitter. ¢ , ‘ dat prises. is so intense and the di But before it is possible to feel the real force of the immortal oreere’ of the American sea Captain it is necessary for us to learn that of all lies known among men the greatest is the ene which way es -that the first principle of all things is happiness. ~o a ‘To be sure, happiness, if of the right type, ip @ very beautiful i and one cannot have too much of it. But there, is something higher bi nobler than happiness, and that something is the.sacred sense of DU’ ia Trouble? Tackle it and wrestle with’itruntil: Lt conquer it and, stand up for your vietory over it. Néver to be forgotten is the’story of that other améciena seamat,” “tne ii tim the whole stacy oe hy we {Paul Jones, who, with his ship sinking, the flames ‘raging all penne rth i v ad t id Deeg, her and her dead far outnumbering the living, was asked by the Briti¢h ~ No, no,” saterrupt “Tog mander if he was ready to surrender, sent. back like a flash of = can't do that, Grant hi ite and | em me «younust ” You can't $raad’ hia (ning through the battle smoke the immortal reply: “Surrender! he “fa the distance could be heard the|!Ve Just besua to fight! Beet roll of drums, the distant beats as the various companies formed into de «a few minutes, Bugles called, shrill whistles were blown, and the sirens of the army automobiles on scout duty udded to the martial noise, And with an extra roll of the drums, but en- turely by coincidence, Bert Weaver came into the school room looking for Ruth Hunter and instead found him- self face to face with his boyhood chum and now hated rival, Doug Adams, The ghost of Hamlet's father could not have created greater consterna- tion at Elsinore on @ certain night than did the apparition which now smiled into the pale and sickening tace of Bart Weaver. Slowly be com: prehended the truth; slowly he gazed from grandfather, to ‘grandson, and “Doug Adams” ——~ gasped Bert, “1 t it you were dead." “I'm afraid they grossly ’ ated the report,’ amiled ae you might have heard.” “Good Lord” ——~ began Bert, biink- ing his eyes, “Alive and well.” “Surest thing you know,” genet Doug, affably. “We were fust ing about you and your father” ~ Otis Weaver himself, Chairman of toe Special Committee appointed by the Mayor to find jobs for soldiers, entered the schoolroom almost at the psychological moment, Elderly, bald, suave, with an ingratiating but hypo- critical smile, eyeglasses that made bim more formidable, a cold, sharp and precise personality of legal ex- terior, it would scarcely be said that Otis Weaver would e finish first in & popularity contest. ‘ather--look here—-Doug Adams” —houted Bert, tn confusion. Mr. Weaver looked. Then he looked again. But being a lawyer of “'™ traini nothing surprised mij have offered to aaket hand: except for the fact that his arms re full of bundles intended for the Ladies’ Committee of Welcome. “Great Scott.” he did manage to ejaculate, “I never had such # shock in all my life. Doug Adams back in Clinton Falls after all, and alive, Well, well.” Old Jefferson Adams decided to take time by the forelock immediately and come to the point. “Look here, Weaver,” he volunteered, “I'm going to ask you to sell us back the law practice, When I sold it, I didn’t rea- lize what I was doing and now that Doug 1s back home again”— Doug tried to prevent him from broaching the matter at such a time. “Please, Grandpa,” he pleaded. “Some other time” —~ But Weaver was already turning the matter over in his mind. “Sell u back the practice?” he repeated. “I'd have to talk the matter over with Bert. I'm thinking of turning the en- tire practice over to him anyhow and going into politics.” “But you're advertising that you're finding jobs for returned soldiers,” insisted Doug. “To give the boys who fought for you a chance.” “Yes,” proudly admitted Mr. Weaver. “I have been able in many instances to persuade the employers to do their ae for the boys who did their pit for us.” “That's what we're, asking you to do right now,” adde “Well, to give up our "Sreation, isa pretty large bit,” commented Weaver bitterly, with an embarrassed laugh, oa he deposited his bundles on the ie. “But we don’t want you to give up pote continued Jeff, “We want to well tt.’ rehuth tyPier ined the group, an- he noise of the ap- it} red to wear the crown, No man with that spirit in him despair. ever lid down br he task to. ase wodt It {9 never too late for victory. The wretched talk Pood we belts 5 about the “INEVITABL®” is as false as it.fs éraven, The “in is yet to come. In a word, it does not exist. It is a myth, Mu ‘The Dugaboo we call fate is but the shadow of our cowardice-a, © spectre born of the unhealthy soul that is, mastered by its fears, " a. It 1 fear that makes you say to yourself, “I have done alll cam, ands b here is the wall that forever stops me. How do you know you bave done al! you can? You ate etill auiver* and another effort may get you over the wall, We are here not to loaf in the sunshine of pleasure or to die in thas black shadow of despair, but to fight and to win, ae Happiness? Why, yes—-the happiness of knowing that you are put ting up the brave fight which is sooner or later to bring:you the victory you deserve. How It Started = we > ay wwe By Hermine Neustadtl |‘. : Drinking Healths MONG the many thrilling tales A that held us fascinated over our histories, the memory of school days recalls none more vividly than the story of Edward the Martyr, Few of us know, however, that it was the method employed by his stepmother in murdering the King that guve rise to our popular custom of drinking healths. When Edward came to the throne the Queen Elfrida, who was his step- mother, wanted her own son Ethel- Being dis- appointed in this ambition, she de- termined to kill Bdward. One day, when the unsuspecting King called upon her unattended, Elfrida gave him a oup of wine and while he drank stabbed him in the dDack, causing bis death. bands brought other vis- Fors to the school room, Doug put his fancee and faced Mr. Weaver, while Ruth, in great em- barrassment, pretended to see Bert Weaver for the first time, and nodded to him somewhat coldly. “How are you to-day, Bert?” she said casually, But young Weaver, with a glance s mingled scorn and understanding, he saw her in the arms of his rival, responded: “Able to take notice, thank you.” In a few words, pon explained the situation carefully to Ru ou see, dear,” he sald, “this con- cerns you as much as it does me, be- cause it may mean our marriage will have to be postponed. Grandfather sold out the law practice to the Weavers, and stipulated that neither of us would practise law in Cinton a! Falis for five years. Now that I have co! home, we want to buy back the practice and pay Mr. Weaver his money, so he will release us from that contract.” All looked tnqstringly at Mr, Tee, iting his decision. nee lawyer k his head doubttally and sug: gested that perhaps ‘Adams could succeed if he opened a law office in some other city. both shook As diinking played « large part tn the soclal life of medineval Engwiil it became the custom that whet h ? man took the ‘convivial. cup betwee: his hands, dnother stood beside “himt® with ala sword to protect from attack, “Somewhat ‘moditi@® , this culfom continved when’ con@!.* | tions Were no longer tn keeping with" ° it, and in some communities the cere” mony is preserved very neafly in ‘Wa « original form, bese ‘The Romans are known to nave drunk to their gods; also to theft! | jady loves, to whom they bee a i < one | bumper foreach letter of her nafie” Bat it is from our English fathers, who revived and semua it, that we have «@ custom ponte: 4 deep-rooted with us that it wil) are vive the wine to which it owes fife” For’ drinking heafths we will sti abandon, be it but with sparkle’ 20 oa! > would be in a position to marry, % TOh, po that it, ts itt deranged | Bert Weaver, angrily. “You want / to sell back the practice and let Practise law, ao you can marry Hunter,” Hike’ 4 © that, mitted Dee Se while Ruth turned face away from Bert, ame slggher Ne mowerye f ought to & ig Potter he demanded of Ruth turned away without i , erharoupen he strode hae You certainly put the matter ig. way that makes it difficult to jenting @ rom his sal Bi now,” And that's fi returning a ‘reed Je march past e headquarters of dol But Adams and “Gi their head,