The evening world. Newspaper, June 29, 1920, Page 19

Pan TUESDAY, sy Visits the Magic Stable! Splashed With Sunshine By Sun God, the Luminous Horse JUNE 29, 1920 THE FOURTH INSTALMENT OF PEEPING PANSY FAIRY TALES shut doors were fixed side by side in a wall, By Queen Marie of Roumania. Dim DAMMYDIMMYDOO led Pansy to a part of the garden where two They were both the same size, but one was green and the other was copper color. “Now,” j mid Dame Dammydimmydoo, “since you are determined to go exploring, Pansy, you can take your choice and go out through either one of these THEY WERE TINY LITTLE ELFIN BOYS. hind them.” Only you must decide which one to open before you know what is “Ooh!” cried Pansy, “how can I choose?” “I don't know,” snapped the old lady. . So Pansy took two straws of different lengths and asked Dame Dammy- immydoo to hoki them so that she could not see which was the longer. “If I pull the long yur hand,” she said, ie green door. e of the straws. ne. Walls. Swere unknown to Pansy, with Tim. Pansy waded through little girl as she passed. shed? ever. did you get here? pleased to sce you; I sorry whe: cutting me off from you. lightful houses you have! ‘woo. poppies on the roof? raw out of “I will open If I pull the short ‘aw out I will open the other.” » Then she closed her eyes and pulled Tt was the long When the green door opened / Pansy found herself upon a narrow oad bordered on both sides with high Long creepers hung down over Vit, carpeting the whole with lovely flowers and many colors. There were all sorts of flowers, some of which The door shut behind her with @ ‘bang, and she found herself alone Dame Dammydimmydoo }had remained on the other side. the rags, bending her head to the left nd to the right, to smell the flowers that all turned their faces toward the And what do you think she found on the doorstep when she reached the Dame Dammydimmydoo! with her old crow beside her, and the old crow’s beak looked more ironical than “Well, I never!” cried Pansy, “how But I am very was awfully the door shut behind me, What de. js almost as lovely as Wobblewibble- Did Gribgrub plant all From afar they Rather Chic—We Mean the Cap. ) Man! ERE is the latest Long Beach H Bathing cap. It is worn by a ttan model and the de- look like flames. And where does the pine forest lead to? And do all the butterflies belong to you?” “If you did not ask so many ques- tions at a time,” grumbled Dame Dammydimmydoo, “I might perhaps answer; but first of all, this is not a house, it's a stable.” Pansy stood still in ecstasy, clasp- ing her hands. Never had she sean such a lovely stable; and what beaut!- ful horses! and so many of them! Pansy began counting them, but could not come to an end. Dame Dammydimmydoo tapped threé times with her stick on the tiles, which rang lke distant church bells. Out of the horses’ boxes, from beneath their cribs or somewhere, a dozen red-clad little dwarfs, or rather imps, appeared suddenly. They were tiny little boys, all dressed in close-fitting red tights, and on their heads they had pointed little caps that fastened under their chins, They were strangely alike and had large round eyes argi wide grin- ning mouths, So rapid were their movements that they scuttled about like so many mice. “These are my stable boys,” ex- plained the Dame. Then she clapped her hands once, twice, thrice—and all the horses turned around at the same moment and began leaving their stalls, one after another, in a tidy line, like well-trained soldiers. But now came a wonderful creature led by two red-clad little imps, who were holding it by two golden chains. This horse was the color of the sun, and his coat was so shiny that it resembled a golden shield of midday. He pranced and sprang about with snorting nostrils and fiery eyes, The foam flew from his mouth like whipped cream. “He is called Bun God,” explained Dame Dammydimmydoo, “and no one knows how old ho is, nor where he was born; he is the most beauti- ful horse in all the world, but no one has ever been able to sit on his back.” ‘When Sun God passed before Pansy he stood up on his hind legs and pawed the air. He was so luminous that Pansy had the sensation of being splashed with sunshine, “I think you are wonderful,” eald Pansy with a deep sigh. ‘How lucky I have been to find you!’ “Look what is coming now,” Inter- rupted the old lady. Ten little ponies, all brown and white like unripe chestnuts, came trotting along. They too, had enorm- ously broad necks, and ‘their manes were cut so that they stood up like stiff ruffles, making their necks still broader. Their talla were ao short that they stuck out Impertinently be- hind them lke giant paintbrushes that some one had clipped. Fach one of the ten little horses had round bunches of cornflowere over his ears attached to long blue streamers that floated in the breeze. “T think I am dreaming,” added Pansy, “only please, please, I don't want to wake up.” “You are not dreaming, child,” said the old woman gaily, “and you need not wake up! Now, they are all going to run around in this circle where the grass is cut, so that you can see them over and over again.” That pony was the dream of ams! ont think he must be Ned Sun- shine,” whispered Pansy, “and I think a fairy godmother must have chris- tened him and kissed him all over when he was a baby, Does he love violets?" ft Te had a fairy godmother,” gmiled the old dame NEXT INSTALMENT THURSDAY. stmraiadh 3900, ta the Mall Syndinade, Le.) ini ] Poor Little Income! Caprright. 1920. by The Fring 1th & (The Now York Brening Word), By Maurice Ketten ——— ~LET'S EAT. ATA <p CHEAP.TABLE D HOTEY( PLACE EXPENSE : \ ELL ORDER THE DINNER INCOME \ Nou CAN'T GET FAT ON TABLE [' Hote food INCOME LET ‘3 EAT IN THIS SWELL JOINT. GEE WHIZ ! FoR COVER ° Pierces 40 Hearts Dan Cupid Some Archer! in vr'n One otfce BUT—The Girls All Selected Husbands Outside the Office. Copyright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World.) - By Fay Stevenson. down narrow chimneys and visits tall, forbidding tenements, 80 Dan Cupid flutters about New York's skyscrappers and makes himself known in hustling, bustling offices. In fact this little god of love has been working overtime in one par- ticular office building in the down- town section, and during one year forty girls have sucumbed to hie ar- rows. Last Saturday afternoon Miss fsabel Duthie, a pretty little typist for the London Guarantee & Accident Com- pany at No. 55 John Street, was given a merry celebration and party by her fellow workers in honor of being the fortieth bride-to-be of that office. Forty brides in one year means almost an average of one bride per week, so I made my way to the John Street address wondering just what that edifice had about it which in- spired matrimony. As I alighted trom the elevator a grafonola spinning out jazz met my ears and I beheld a number of happy young men and women dancing to the future happiness of the fortieth bride. Confetti, a large papier-mache wed- ding bell, the usual display of silver wedding presents and 4 bowl of punch told the story at once. Desks ‘and typewriter stands had been moved to one side, and I real- {zed at a glance that romance no longer confines itself to parlor set- tings, vine-ecreened verandas, steam- er decks, motor rides or shady delle, Romance has learned to ‘adapt itself to the tap-tap of the typewriter, the roll-top desk, the swivel chair and on Saturday afternoons it pushes all these aside, starts up some jaz and forgets it is in the heart of the city Dancing with her fiance, George Cregan, whom she will wed June 30 at : Jie as Santa Claus finds his way the Sacred Heart Church, Staten Island, I found the fortieth bride-to- be all dimples and laughter, But whisper—her fiance is with the U. 8. Navy and NOT a member of the of- fice force. Nor have any of the other thirty-nine br.des of the office mai- ried members of the office force! “Which proves that young men and women in business can have awfully good times and not fali in love wick each other,” laughed Miss Luthio, “We e this office like a second hau Lake Camu ees heehee LLL PX pores day afternoon and have our friends trom other offices in with us," Is it any wonder the office boasts of forty brides! | Health-Beauty | | Queries _| RIDGES ON THE NAILS—Emma B.—Acidity will cause this, also brit- tleness, Avoid diet which causes this condition and rub cocoa butter on the ot forty brides! THIN ANKLES—§dna P.-—To de- velop the leg muscles try the heel and toe raising exercise fifty times a day. Mopt gymnasiums have stationary bi- cycle machines which will afford ‘con- siderable help to you In a case of thia kind. BLUSHING—W. W.—Pay careful attention to others who talk to you, thus forgetting yourself, Blushing is ‘seaule (Of melf-CODKO!U ueneme The gar J gaity” by ‘The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Breaing World). Copyright, 1920, ue | KNOW it's bound to come,” said Mr, Jarr, with a sigh. ‘I've fought hard against it but I see it's comin “It's no use to try and prepare me that way,” remarked Mra, Jarr. “If you are going out anywhere this evening, why don't you go? Be a man and speak out.” “There you go!” cried Mr. “You've been nice as long can stand it!” “Well, you act restless, and you know it,” sald Mrs, Jarr. “Only I don’t see why married men who have good wives are always looking for some exouse to leave their wives at home while they go out and have a good time.” “Because you women can't meet without scrapping. Look how you broke up the bowling club last win- ter.” “We did not!" cried Mrs, Jarr in- dignantly. “And if I were you, I wouldn't bring up the subject! Look at some of the women that some of the men brought to the bowling cluo! Mrs. Rangle and I and Mra. Hickett made up our minds we would rather never bowl aguin than be compelled to meet some of the women we met last winter—and they have the !m- Pudence to come vp to you on the street and ask after you and the children, as if you were the dearest friends they had!” “Oh, w@l | waen't thinking of bowling this weather, so you needn't worry about it,” growled Mr. Jarr, “The same thing holds good about banquets, too,” said Mrs. Jarr, “There ‘8 no reason in the world why a woman should not go to banque’ now no liquor is segved at them." “Go to it!" remarked Mr. Jarr, “Now you've started it, let's have it all, I said nothing about eating or drinking or any inclination to do either,” “That was a very queer remark you made then," replied Mrs. Jarr. “I'l bet you my salary—which you get anyway you don’t remember what it was I said,” cried Mr. Jarr tauntingly , now, what was i Jarr. you “Com “sever you mind!" anewered Mra * TWENTY CENTS ‘ ea ae ae Jarr, casting about in her thoughts to remember what It was he hat said, “I know what you meant, anyway,” she remarked finally, “and if you have your salary with you give it to me. I need it to pay some bills.” Without a word Mr, Jarr handed over the money. By this time Mrs. Jarr was on the verge of hysterical curiosity. “What is it you were going to do if you did go out” she asked, “Of course,” she continued, “a man never thinks of his wife and family when he is going to do something awfully reckless or wilful! What's on your mind “It's not on my mind yet," said Mr. Jarr quietly, “but I know I'm going to fall for a new Panama hat.” “Don't worry yourself about that.” remarked Mrs. Jarr. “If anybody gots a new hat In this house it will be I. Give me your money. But then she realized he had al- ready given her the money, and eu she counted it to see if he had taken out his hat money before she got hers. But he hadn't. GOING DOWN Copsright, 1920, by The Py Publishing Oo, Me ee New Fork Brenna World) FAR READER: The reason, probably, you so upset is that you are not doing what you OUGHT TO DO, namely:— THAT WHICH I8 RIGHT. You cannot be unjust to your em- pfoyer and still expect him to raise your salary. You cannot keep on doing the things you KNOW are wrong and expect peace and prosperity, Be reasonable, Be just. When in doubt, do nothing, yet abolish tmpatience, ki No one can tell you better than yourself what is right for you to do. The trouble with you 1s, you do not want to learn your lesson. Experiences come to us to teach us what is right for us to do, Keep on doing what you know to be right and the little petty non- essentials will fall from you Think it over, And ablisen = ALNAVA SMITH, JUNE 29, 192 Paderewski, at 60, Retires; Quits Piano and Politics; — Fortune Spent for Relief __ SAD STATE OF POLISH PATRIOT 4 TUESDAY, With Devoted Wife He Decides to Become Most Private of Private Citizens. ee By Marguerite Dean. Copyright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Bventng World.) Poor Paderewski! From the wonderful, the wealthy, the worshipped artist, through Premiership of his native land, to a position of obscurity, with fortunes, talent and hopes wrecked—that is the strange career of Dursued by the greatest pianist of his generation and one of the few who also have held a political post of the highest distinction. Despatches from England, where Paderewski has Just recetved an @ry degree at Oxford, tell us that America’s one time matinee idol of the chrysanthemum locks and Poland's one time Premier and self~ patriot has given up both the piano and politics and, ill and discour abcut to become the most private of private citizens. Yet only eighteen months ago Ignace Jan Paderewski was the idol Selly rp Shas; ot his fellow countrymen, the most to of Poland. prominently mentioned candidate for ohaat farmer Bn bed. the Presidency of Poland. He finally sores known that he hed spent every. r of ‘ivate fortune accepted the oMfce of Premier and dollar of his private fortum . ously impaired by four Foreign Minister, at the request of Gen. Pilsudski— the same man with haif of day-and-night pH e to tl national cause. whom he now disagrees so drastically a, ig ‘ ‘arsaw he was received on matters of state policy that he has ln, Warsaw. be Bg determined on political retirement. nah eakeoenn! men i. ae, Than Paderewski no one has ever ing was to tour the country tay offered a more complete proof of the effort to unite the divided Polan during wh platitude about the ingratitude of re- Foland, “e lee: tone: publics. His fortune of at least escaped death. Elected Premier, le $1,000,000, his health, his artistie headed the popalition Cabinet the altar Tepresented Poland before ° Lepore tag bicaat a dil ope Conference at Paris, where he mad Before the war the average Am gy ing yn for vital supplies. jean thought of Paderewski, the Na- Cane " a ae = somes chts poleon of the piano, as a man with a pi ontln toe ie of bis tall hairout like a toy Pomeranian’s, @ Doar tavor. Tes = Se man whom emotional and osculatory Brent talons “ab e oe ladies tried to mob at afternoon re- fng'in the autumn of 1019 the citals, a recipient of bushels of ardent Porsants' Party announced o notes from unintroduced admirers, @ to hte, He resigned ronal person who insured his hands for ho retained his seat in the Dib $50,000, a lhicky dog who annually inwisted that there was no. bitter satled y from that dear America jn his heart because of his withdra with a small fortune, In one year h® from the Premiership, but that y received $180,000 for sixty-seven work was done.” J American recitals. And his salary a8 "A month or two earlier he come Polish Premier was equivalent to fessed, in Paris, that he had come, wbout $50 a month! up his art for his country. Fy Paderewski, however, was always @ gind,” he said simply, “to have i good Pole and ardently devoted to the ficed in the cause uf my country Fi cause ot Polish pe gs OE whieh held most dear. My. art TF e Uni ave given up completely, an 4 war Germany he started at once ing had no time to think ot it, I berg? a movement for the Polish legion, ob- forgotten It. I have not played taining the approval of the De- piano for two years and three > partment for this plan, and then or- I do not regret it.” i ganizing the formation, equipment Yet what does the future hold and training of the legion. In the Paderewski—at sixty? One ¢! allied battle line in France, during the last summer of the war, there were 16,000 Poles recruited from the United States—6,000 from New York —and they carried into action both the Stars and Stripes and the | ri en sure. He may have forgotten his his country may have forgotten but the tenderness and devoted i pantonship of beautiful Helena erewsk! will be with him to the end, Maxims of a Modern Maid Copyright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Byening World.) IHIN Gabriel blows his trump the average wife will mur- mur, sleepily, but automati- cally: “Dear, you really must get up. You know you told me to call you at this time.” Every wife's destiny: To be the picker-up of her husband's uncon- sidered trifles, How long before the movies will catch up with the revelations of a recent murder and feature the male vampire, “who never lost sight of any woman he on met Add eternal mysteries: Why bru- nettes wear black hats and why blondes wear any other kind, Of course, in the past, every woman was publicly worried’ and furious when her husband came home late, yet she had a certain private assur- ance in realizing that he probably tarried at the club or the corner place. But éince Prohibition she simply doesn't know WHORE he ts, ‘this is the time of year when the summer widower is planning to be a gay old dog, quite forgetting that his scent for romance is blunted, his teeth broken and his hunting habits for- gotten through disuse. Yes, Marie, most women are born eychophants, but the fawning spaniel of the human mpectes is any whose employer js telling him @ joke so old it's lost ite 3 The chief flaw in the “sweet home wom proportion, A mislaid butter knife, a child's cap out of place, loom on her horizon than the League of Nations or the next when the groceryman forgets to deliver the strawberries turbed than ghe would be over the ann of the TN T af the emadona,