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A Real Title of Nobility By Rev. Thomas B. Gregory Coppright, 1919, by The Pres Publishing Co. (The New York Hrening World.) Face Life’s Battles Bravely, and All Good Things Will Come to You GAINST pure gold and real manhood time does not tell. The one keeps its lustre and the other its grandeur in spite of the passing of the centuries Hence the freshness and pertinence of the following little story of the only foreisner who ever successfully invaded England Among the Saxon families who retained their land after the Con- queror’a triumph was one named Shobington, in Bucks. Hearing that the Norman lord to whom William had given his estate was coming to take possession, Shobington armed his retainers and prepared to do battle for hile rights. He threw up intrenchments, which remain to this day in grassy mounds upon the estate, behind which he established himsclf to await the onset of the would-be despoiler. The attack was beaten off, and the victors, mount- ed os bulls, rode forth after the flecing Normans and put them to hopeless rout When William heard of the affair he expressed a deep admirat the man who had forght so bravely for his rights, and a herald w to Shobington with a safe conduct to His Majesty's court, and with the information that the King desired to speak with him. Not many days after there came to court cight nen, the father and his seven sons, riding upon bulls, “If you will leave me my lands, which are fatrly mine, O King, I will serve thee faithfully, as I did the dead Harold; but if you refuse me my rights I will ght you to the death,” said the old man to the haughty Conqueror. With folded arms, William looked into the old Saxon's eyes and said to ht “I confirm you in the ownership of your lands, and I name you BULLSTRODE instead of Shobington.” Thus did the Bullstrodes of England and of America com’ by their HOME PAGE | SATURDAY, OCTOBER 2 By Maurice Ketten HERE COMES M8 SPONGE | HIDE Your LAST Bore Quiac | SORRY OLD MAN Bur LAM CHILLE ’ TOTHE BONE VENT A ORop Hrs SPONGE Leer HER KNITTING BAG The Evening World’s Kiddie Klub Korner Courright, 1019, by The Prem Publishing Company (The New York Evening World.) Jonducted by Eleanor Schorer———=§ “Dickey’s Adventures” TM, ICKY was a boy of ten who had| ewer the elf so he rave him a sudden D lovely brown hair and blue! shake and Dicky let out a suppressed eyes, but I'm sorry to say he| was very naughty. Pe. One day, in order to punish him for) iy.” His hair stood on end when his naughtiness, his father, sisters he entered the ground, because he bi ent fishing, but left | aw all dragons lounging on the floor, pnd bao pnere, went flahing, but lelt| Dicky felt himselt go down, down, hen the king said, “Come with and Dicky followed submissive- dow: name—their title of nobility. And thus do we lenrn that real everywher: To-day, as was the cuse away ba To-day, to the o rights maintain,” we irageous soul in all the ages, commanding the respect of generous souls always and men are admired and cowards despised © off our hats as William did to the Saxon from manhood is the same admirable thing ck In the time of the Conqueror, brave that “knows its rights and dares its After they had gone away Dicky walked out into the yard, stretched himself out om the grass and was soon asleep. Then, out of nowhere- At-all popped a little elf “I'm the King of Elfiand, and come to take you to my underground king- and he started to cry for help. When Dicky awoke he found that |he had fallen into a hole that had | been made to replant some saplings, He heard his father A osar= | and called for him to take him out. | fathor did so, and when Dicky was out of the hole he said, “Oh, ds Tn be good now.” And he kept bis word. Bucks, and in these days, as they did in the da: . ‘ r ye of ol, we look with con- tempt upon the spineloss whiners who, instead of putting up a stiff Aeht against the “sea of troubles,” and by “opposing end them,” fall down, like dom,” he said. By ESTHER LUDMAN, Dicky was too frightened to an-! Aged 12 Years. empty coffee sacks, without fighting real manhood, It was courage that helped the German hordes at Verdun: “They # can boys as they stormed their way t Every man, in peace and in war, of battlefields and in facing the diffi the paths to success in common life, ninny and a nobody. ' When all ts said, COURAGE will be found to be the backbone of all With courage one may acoomplish everything exce! y t the downright impossible, whereas without it one can do nothing. With coubage aman is a MAN, without it he is but a mass of quivering jelly. filled the soul of Marshal Haig when he stood there in FI “pack to the wall.” It was courage that flamed in the hearts of the Amer! at all. Frenchmen te hall not pas say to the onrushing It was courage that landers with his hrough the hell of the Argonn 8 Forest, + In contending with the armed might culties that stretch themselves acre must be a Bullstrode, a fighter, or Here are some kicks sent to T! interest you. You will agree with kick? Write it out and send it t World. Write also your opinion of to say. 360 Beekman Avenue, ‘The Bronx, Oct, 23. To the “Krk” Biitor: .» I have had the misfortune to see many American families with small @ildrem heartlessly thrown out of their American homes by alien land- lords. I believe that the soldiers, safitors and marines should have @ free band in dealing with these EX-SAILOR. 11 Eleventh Avenue, N. Y. C. Oct, 20th. We The “Kick” Malitor: I want to register a kick against the way the longshoremen are being criticised. Who has been more pa- triotic than the longshoremen? We have worked night and day to keep the boys on the other side going. We work four days a week, but they sure are “days"—we start a ship at 7 A. M, Monday, say, and finish at 11 P.M. ‘Teesday,and then maybe they want to get a ship out in a hurry and ask you to go on another job. We are entitled to ask a living wage, and we're not getting that now. D. O'BRIEN, New York, Oct. 22 ‘Ne the “Kick” Baitor: In spite of laws and police regula- tons fortune tellers, hypnotists and seers continue to flourish in York. They get people into th power, and work them as long peasible, hoodwinking and decelving them, They are all out for mon but their practices Injure people in many other ways also, Cannot some- thing be done to get rid of these takers? R. B. Brooklyn, Oct. 21, ‘Te the Kick" EAitor T've gota kick, Last Monday morn- ing I Went to the Health Department for my birth certificate, 1 waited from to 11:40 A. M, before I firfally got it, It not only cost me 50 cents, but Copyright, 1019, ay The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World), 1, What Spanish explorer first con- qnered Mexico? 2 Who is the Italian at the head of the troops at Fiume? 3. W is the name of the ocean stream which warms the British Isles? 4. What Biblical character was considered to be the wisest? 5. What is the’ Chief Executive of a city calle 6. What country of St, Bernard dog: 7. For what American poet was the native home the arm chair made from the Washing- ton elm? 8. What is the most popular sport played on ice skates? 9% Of what gas besides oxygen is air mainly composed? 10. What {s the part of an auto called which ymixes the gasoline and air? 11, What stitch made on a sewing machine is most easily ripped? 12, How many sheets of paper arc in a quire? ANSWERS FOR YESTERDAY'S QUESTIONS. 1, Madera; 2, junk: 3 Gompers; 4, Superior; 5, Galli-Curei; 8, mer cury; 7, 3; 8 Verdun; 9, auto racing 14, Brande! » 1, Maynard; 12, Wood. | What Is Y he Evening World to-day. They will many of these people, What's your fo the Kick Editor of The Evening what these other New Yorkers have half a day's wages to boot. Tn | . The de- partment wasn't short of help, I saw five clerks, four girls and a man, get| into a jolly conversation that lasted forty-three minutes by the wall clock. I commend the stand of labor for an eight-hour day, but I denounce and) sincerely protest against the wanton waste of time the employer pays for, | CHARLES GOULD, | Too BAD HE HASN’T A DROP of Booze! Yes, Bur THere ISN'T A DRop IN THE House My “ mM YSTERY, Love and b through intrigue, drawn in vivid colors against the towering ackground of the snow capped Alps! | swift rush of action, Evelyn Erith and Kay | McKay of The Secret Service are carried I lots and attacks, foiling Germany’s Plan of World Conquest. War—a story of thrills Ina Copyright, 191 SYNOPSIS OF PIL Rvelm Erith, young and beautiful war worker Toth German ageuis th Alu of him, McKay meantine iin, “druok’ and. fr zen, i HERE w. Just enough tight, now, to reveal the forward gun under its jacket, and the shadowy gun-crew around it where the ship's bow, like a vi black plough, ripped the sea asunder 41 two deep, foaming furrows “We will be on land in a few days more,” she said. "Yes," he answered, “in England, and first of all 1 hope that we may go together to Glenark Cliffs, and the Head of Strathlone, my people's fine old home in the Old World. It is there that we have our manor, Isla Water, and 1 would like to have you visit it with me She rested her his arm, and smiled “We will go together,” } It was that same having thrown hit hand softly upon she said, night that, after If fully di }¥pon his bunk he lay half asleep in ithe noisy darkness. Then there was a Voice at the door “Ka Miss Erith stood beside his bed, ler lifesuit, Are you uwake?” “ put_on your lifesuit. Our destroyers afe firing at something. | Quick, please, Pl help you!" | ‘The’ sounds of the guns, rapid, dis- tinct, echoed through the unsteady | obscurity She helped him as a nurse helps @ convalescent, her swift, cold little fing- Jers moving lightly and unerringly. And at last he was equipped, and his mind had cleared darkly of the golden vision of love and spring. ley seas, monstrous and menacing, jwent smashing past the sealod and |blinded port; but there was no wind jand the thudding of the guns came laisunctly to their ears, by George H. Doran Company, Copyright, 1418-1019. by Inwrnational Magazine C.mpaus, ING OHAPTE MS, tn the Censor's oftice in New York, interoipis « nea Wo fd and kill day MoKay, au Auwerican bene wust be ds to get Lufornation ice Miss rith finde ey earch Diu abd ring inthe A shape in uniform loomed at the cabin door for an instant and a®calm, unhurried voice summoned them. Corridors were full of dark figures The main saloon was thronged as they climbed the companionway vT a appeared to be no panic, no haste, no confusion. were moderuely low, the tone casually conversational. Miss rith’s arm remained linked In McKay's where they stood together amid the crowd, fancy," she said, ay on the port quarter, a deck-gun spoke with a sharper explosion, and intense syjll- ness reigned in the saloon, f there's any necessity,” he whis: ed, "you recollect your boat, don't "Ye +. I don’t want to go without you.” He said, in a pleasant tirm voice whch was new to her: “I know what you mean, But you are not to worry, I am absolutely well.” The girl turned toward him, the echoes of the guns filling her ‘ears, and strove to read his face in the tly, dreary light m really cured, Miss Frith,” he id, “If there's any emergency rn to live, Do you believe m you tell m so." I tell you so." The girl drew a deep, unsteady breath, and her arm tightened a trifle within’ his. “Lam--so glad,” she said in a voice sounded suddenly tired There came an ear-splitting detona- tion from the after-deck, silencing every murmur “Something is shelling us," whis- pered McKay, “When orders come, go instantly to your boat and your station,” his lips unciosed to speak, a terrific shock shook the saloon—a shock that seemed to come fron depths of the ship, tilt up the floor and send everybody reeling nant, Through the momentary confusion You Loo« AWFUL | WHAT'S THE MATTER Joun > ] HID My LAST Botte IN THAT KNITTING BAG! in the bluish obscurity the cool voice of an officer sounded unalarmed, giv- ing orders. There was no panic. The hospital units formed and started for the deck. A young officer passing near exchanged a calm word with McKay, and passed on, speaking pleasantly to the women, who were now moving forward. McKay said to Miss Erith: “It ms that we've been torpedoed. We'll go on deck together. You know your boat and station?” "Yes." “I'll ‘see you safely there. You're not afraid any more, are you?” 400d luck, dear," he said gayly. And watched her go and take her place. Then he lifted his cap as she turned id looked for him, and saun- tered off to where his boat and sta- tion should have heen had not the U boat shells annihilated boat and rail_and deck. “What a devil of a mess!" he said toa petty officer near him, A young loctor smoking a cigarette surveyed his own life-suit and the clumsy ap- pare! of his neighbors with unfelgned curtosity! “How long’ll she float?” he asked. This ship? ' She's all right,” re- rked a petty officer absently. She went down, nose first. Those in the starboard boats saw her stand on end for full five minutes, screws spinning, before a muffled detona~ tion blew the bowels out of her and sucked her down like a plunging arrow. Destroyers and launches from some of the cruisers we busy amid the wreckage where here, of a spar, some stunned form clung like a limpet, and ther bob in the curling swimmer in his life suit tossed under the wintry sky. There were men on rafts, too, and severa} clinging to hatches; there was not much loss of life, considering Toward midday a’ seaplane which had been releasing depth bombs apd hovering eagerly above the wide irl- descent and spreading stain, sheered shoreward and shot along the coast. There was a dead man afloat in a cave, rocking there rather peacefully in hig life ault—or at least they sup- posed him to be dead But on a chance they signalled the discovery to a distant trawler, then soured upward for a general coup de Yaeil, turned there aloft like a sea- hawk for a while, sheering in widen- ing spirals, and finally, high in the gray sky, set a steady course for parts unknown, Meanwhile a boat from the trawler fished out McKay, wrapped him in red-hot blankets, pried open his blue lips, and tried to All him full of boll. ing rum. Then he came to life. But those honest fishermen knew he had gone stark mad because he struck at the pannikin of steaming rum and cursed them vigorously for their kind, ness, And only a madman could so conduct himself toward a pannikin of steaming rum, ‘They understood that perfectly. And, understanding It, they piled more hot blankets upon tho struggling form of Kay McKay and roped him to his bunk. Toward evening, b coherent but fri this want to go They we quite “And the boats? he demanded. “None, sir On the Firth Quay and along the docks all the inhabit were and Strathlone watch the boats with dead, or mi the seafight off Strathlone At the foot of the slippery _water- McKay, stairs, green grasping the worn rail, lifted his head and looked up into the faces of the waiting crowd, And saw the face of her he wag looking for among them. He went up slowly pushed through the throng, descended the steps, and placed around him, “Thanks, Eve," he said cheerfully. “Are you all right?" Are you hurt?" . I know this place. There's me your it's just across the street.” They went very leisurely, her arm suddenly her “All right, Kay, ‘No. inn . if you'll arm: under his—and colorless, half-resting shoulder, CHAP! Kay through | the ancestral home of Scotland, and trout rod of Isla, With a frge irl strode beside ing r & moment een r ter ne. on th sera, ar shrug Bridge and we looked 4 th Down by th machine, picnicking three looking girl, a stout you man in slothes, and a thin released McKay. damn place?” All in the Firth, sir.” Any women lost?" nts of Gi Kathered ne in with living, news of head the gray with his against Kay and Evelyn Erith stone way at the House by Isla ¥ into light of the bright morning. Tallestraight and lithe, he wore the kilts of fhis clan and carried a light to whip the white to be some people bi grass. he sald “But it's a pretty © never with t by Isla them at them very old bridg water's edge Beside it on the gr people—a very ry common looking which 8 for ming not only emphatic, they said "he raged. ady to be rid of the cracked Yankee, and told hint so. How about them?" was on a fresh, clear morning two weeks later waters swinging step the War, ocean and the grim future we: gotten in the joy of the golden morn. said: by His quick glance appraised the dis- tant group, their summer tourist au- nk of the a8 they of stone. od their ss were good outli ty, wi nark to of Me- stepped arched door+ ater, the ays in clear” sun- the » fore The short, stout, flashy young man was eating sandwiches with one hand while with the other he held a fish- 1 out over the water. Kay noticed this bit of impu- » with a shrug. “That won't do,” he murmured; and pausing at. t parapet of the bridge he said plea antly: “I'm sorry to disturb you, but ing 1 fishing isn’t = permitted in Isla Wa At that the flashy young man umped Up with unexpected nimble- loss-—a powerful frame on two very vulgar but powerful legs. Say, sport,” he called out, “if this is your fishpond we're ready to pay what's right. What's the damage for a dozen fish?" I don't rent fishing privileges,” he ud amiably “That's all right Name your price. No millionaire guy I ever heard of returned ever had enough money,” the flashy man jocosely McKay. amused, shook h “Sorry,” he sald, “but I coul mit you to fish.” ‘Aw, come on, ofa scout! We rd you was American same as us. That's mny sister down there and her feller. Scotch somewhere is Harry Skelton iness—Spitaltields card’ —pu on. the bridge’ McKay nodded and titrned away, weary of the man and bis vulgarity. y name's Jim Macniff—some That there feller Horses Is our bu Mews—here's my 11 come up “Very well, picnic and fish if you like," he said; and fell into step be- side Miss Erith, They entered he house through the door in the garden, Later, when Miss Erith came back from her toilet, but still wearing her outing skirt, McKay turned from the long window where he had been standing and watehing the plenickers across Isla Bridge. The flashy man had « banjo now and was strumming it and [eering at the girl What people to encounter in this mer of Paradise.” she sald laugh- ingly. And, as he did not smile: You don't suppose there's anything queer about them, do you, Kay?” “Of course those people are merely very ordinary Americans—nothing worse," she said, seating herself at the tabl “What could be worse?" he re- turned lightly. Roche.” ‘ “That other man—the thin one has not exactly a prepossessing coun- tenance,” she remarked “They can't travel without papers,’ sald A warm, soft southwest blew across the moors, and they dropped into two toainer chairs, dreamily watching the high white clouds, Finally Kay, who had been watehing her face, smiled, You know what T think about you. don't you?” No. She was aware of an indefinite pleasure in the vague excitement had quickened her pulse a little. “Well, I ghan’t tell you,” hesaid. Do you remember the letter I wrote a while ago about how to behave| when visitors come to your home? ‘To-day we will have a little chat about when you go a-visiting at the home of @ friend. Your host or hostess will do every- thing to make your visit comfortable and enjoyable. The comfest chair in the sitting room will be lett for you and should you go to the theatre the dest seat will be yours. You should accept these things, ex- cepting when there is a much olde: person present, because it is awk. ward to protest at every turn. If you are asked to make a choice, whether it is a choice of entertain- ments or just, which part of the chicken you will have, choose with- out hesitation. Do not say, thing you please,” children do, “I don't care. it is true Soak oes woud holy ace Ssked to make a choice and should And It you are invited to stay over night, be sure to find out at what hour breakfast will be served, and do not fail to be on time looking as “Why not?” And at that her heart added ‘a beat or two, “Because, even if I were different, you wouldn't wish me to.” “Why? “Because you and I are doomed to a rather intimate comradeship—a companionship far beyond conven- tions, Yellow-hair, ‘That is what is ahead of us, And you will have| enyugh to weary you without having another item to add to it.” “What item?” At that she became very ailent and badly scared. What demon was prompting her to such provocation? “Yellow-hair,” be said, “I think you have guessed all I might have dared say to you were I not on eternal pro- bation.” “Probation?” ‘Hefore a bitterly strict judge.” Who?” yself, Yellow-hadr.”* h, Kay! You are a boy—mothing more ‘than & boy—" re you in love with me?” “No,” she auld, astonished. ‘1 don't think so. What an amazing thing to say to @ girl!” “I thought I'd scare you,” he re- marked grimly. “You didn't. [—4 was scarcely pre- d—such a nonsensical thing to Why—why I might as well ask if you are in—in——"' n love with you? You wish to know, Yellow-hair “No, I don't,” she replied hastily. “Thif is—stupid, [ don’t understand how we came to discuss such— such——" But she did know and she bit her lip and gazed across Isla Water in silent exasperation. What mischief was this that hid in the Scottiah sunshine, whispering in every heather scented breeze—laugh- ing at her from every Little wave on Isla Water?—counselling her to this new and delicate audacity, imbuing her with a secret gayety of heart, and | her very soul fluttering with @ de- licious laughter—an odd, perverse, illogical laughter, alternately trema- lous and triumphant! My Dear Cousins: | Cousin Eleanor’s Klub Kolumn fresh apd tidy as soap and water and. careful dressing can make you. , Yours, Cousin Eleanor. WHAT THE “FLAG” BANG, oll me w at is as red as a rose, jue ae the skies, white as the snows Tell me! Who knows? at Why, ‘tis America’s glorious flag. So, tell me, my dears, ag you go to and fro, What more of your flag do you really know? Now, dear little cousins, whoever you are, Do you know your State, do you know your star? What is that fluttering above the trees, Bright as 4 fire showing afar? ‘Tis America's flag of Victory. By ESTER GLASER, aged thirteen, MY GARDEN, I have a little garden ‘With colored flowers all in « row, Don't think that's all the flowers 2B have— My garden's pretty large, you know. But it will not take long aula esra tant will e w a And our dowens will treese io row. By HANNAH FIDLER, aged eleven’ years, Brooklyn, N, ¥. THE END OF A Drawn by ‘ANNA DRESSELL, A; thirteen years, New York. 7 September Contest Award Winner. “MY DREAM.” I had been reading a book about Wolves all afternoon, so of: course it had its effect on me. Mothet had sent me to the butcher to get a leg of lamb, On my gwa: bomte I had to pase a cometery*and all of a sudden I saw a wolf running after me. Then I remembored that the leg of lamb I was carrying must have been smelled by the wolf. I dropped the lamb and ran for dear life. L kept on running until reached home. When I did, the house was dark and no one was around, I went in and « wolf eprang in after me. I struggled with it and then dropped to the floor, That woke me { found I had been fighting with my sister and had fallen out of bed in my struggles, By MARIE TWINE of Brooklyn, Aged 13 years. OCTOBER DRAWING AND PAINT~ ING CONTEST. Subject: “Autumn Flowers.” EN prizes of four Thrift Stamps will be awarded ten Kiddie Klub members, ages from six to fifteen, inclusive, who make the best color drawin autumn flowers, A certificate from the parent oc guardian saying that the work is or paintings of “Kay?” He turned his head squarely towar her and to her exasperation she | blushed. “Did I wake you? I'm sorry,” she) said coldly, | “You didn't, I was awake.” | “Oh! I meant to say that I think I'll stroll out. Don't come ‘f you feel | lazy, i} He swung himself up to 4 sitting posture “I'm quite ready,” he sald... . ou'll always find me ready, Yellow- huir—always waiting,” | “Waiting? For what? | “For your commands.” | “You very nice boy!" she said gaily, | springing to her feet. ‘Then, the sub- tle demon of the sunlight prompting her: "You know, Kay, you don’t ever hay to walt. Because I'm always ready to listen to any pro-any aug- westions—from you.” The man looked into the girl's eyes: “You would care to hear what I might have to tell you?’ (Tope Continued Monday.) q| Original and has not been copied must accompany each drawing or paint~ ing. Pictures may be done with colored crayons, oi! paints or water colors, Contestants must state name, age, address and certificate number, Address Cousin Eleanor, Evening World Kiddie Klub, No. 63 Park Row, New York City, Wo a Ba HOW TO JOIN THE KLUB AND OBTAIN YOUR PIN. of, the, So ein iy mntat tate “Klub Pin” Adr'AND' Rinks! ‘All chikisen up 1 sixteen, youre cee Metabers, ‘Each amemiber is Sith's sliver way Klub Pla and Srtifleate, 537 COUPON NO. ca pee ae eR = a on Ste