The evening world. Newspaper, June 3, 1922, Page 11

{ THE “NIBBLER.” Second of a Series of Five Articles. By Mrs. Christine Frederick, Household Efficiency Expert; Author “Household Engineering.” Coperiant,, 1022 (New York, Rvening World) “There was a young housewife named Maud, Who to eat at the table Was really not able, But im the back pantry—O Lawd!”’ 'T is very seldom that we closely associate women with mice, yet on examination, a large number of women possess a distinguishing characteristic of rodents, namely— nibbling! For the second species of house- keeper is the “Nibbler’’ House- wife, scattered over @ wide terri- tory and found in all latitudes. She numbers among housekeepers who do their own cook- ‘ng, where the widest opportunity for nibbling is afforded. Does she pre- pare a savory sauce?—then she must always taste a few spoonfuls first Does she beat up a delicious cake then of course she must sample the batter, the filling and the icing. Is she preparing a dainty salad and sandwighes for a tea?—then too she must convince herself that they are exactly right by a generous helping before they are offered to her guests. ‘The nibdliana Americana \s a well fecognized specimen in many house- holds and her outstanding traits are: A finicky and capricious appetite A peouliar preference for eating at edd times of the day instead of at regular meal hours. The enjoyment of frequent “anacke” and “bites” between times. ‘An overfamiliarity with the re- frigerator and the pantry. A marked fondness for pastries and an excess of sweet and starchy foods instead of plainer and more substan: tial dishes. Very often the “Nibbler” House- wife gives as an excuse for her habits th> defense that “she doesn't have time to sit down to a regular meal because she has to cook and serve the family.” Also she claims that “being around cooking and -te odore takes away her appetite,” or that “when she's home all alone there seems no use fixing eomething special just for herself, so she Just takes a cold bite.’ , And as one elderly and tired housekeeper remarked, “ve eaten my meals ‘on the hoof for years’—meaning that she never nat down regularly, but generally stood up and ate in a hurry any- thing that was quick end easy to devour. But the ‘‘Nibbler’’ Housewife 1s doing both herself and her family a serious injustice by continuing this ad habit of nibbling. A very large percentage of housewives are victims of bad and frequent headaches. They are often moody, Irritable and subject to frequent kitchen shell shock. Whether she realizes it or not, the “Nibbler’’ Housewife is disturbing her (igestive system and bringing about many ills from which she may suffer, but which she probably does not ascribe to their true cause—faulty eat- ing habits. . Both old-fashioned doctors and new- fangled psychoanalysts agree that un- pleasant mental reactions have a basis in physical habits. The ‘*Nib- ble’ Housewife who is guilty of con- stant irregular picking at food, of hurried eating, of the choice of unwise foods and who suffers from poor elimination of body waste need not be surprised if she frequently feels ‘logy,"’ if she becomes overweight, loses her pep or often bursts into tears at trivial causes. Careless eating habits may have started a vicious circle leading from irritability ang fatigue into real ‘‘nerves’’ and neuras- thenia. There 1s no reason why the “Nib- bier Housewife" cannot confine her- self to three square meals per day just as does the business woman, the teacher or nurse, Her proximity to the refrigerator and the tantalizing odors of her own cooking may have great temptations, but she ought, be- cause of the tax they levy on her health and general disposition, to make every effort to resist them. More housekeepers than any other cl of women of thi ime age are overweight, upholstered exists in greatest: (nemesis 3—The ‘FRETTER’ 4—The ‘SLACKER’ 5—The ‘SCOURER’ and pray do not rise up and smite slothful. (© housekeepers, me!) The statistic sleuth affirm that stout business women and stout nurses and stout teachers are far fewer in number than stout housewives. Any way— beoause the housewife is a “Nib- bler! She forms the bulk of the class of heavyweights, attempting everything from the morning roll to the daily bend to get rid of her “butter pate’’— she eats too often and too much. There are countless cases of housewives whose nibbling, coupled with sedentary habits, lack of ex- ercise and reluctance to go out- doors, tend to quite definitely lower the vigor of their entire organ- ism. ~The housewife’s muscles need the toning up of walking, running, swimming and lifting that our life for untold centuries before civilization made necessary and pleasurable. How was {t possibie for grandmoth- er to bear twice as many children as Louise, to do all her own housework, to bake more, cook more, sew more, to get up early, to stay up late, never to have a vacation and yet never know what ‘‘nerves’ meant? My guess is that whatever else she did not do, grandmother did eat her three square meals a day of whole oatmeal and other thoroughly cooked cereals, good home-made bread and home- cooked nourishing soups. She did not expect to get sufficient strength for her work by sitting down to a lunch of pastry and coffee or to secure enough energy to do a family wash- ing from tasting a shrimp salad and sipping a ginger-ale. No, however Plain or lacking in vartety the food of the past, It was substantial and not devitalined or denatured or predigest- ed; a family meal was something of ceremonial and grandmother was not ashamed to own up to and ration- ally satisfy her hearty appetite. And surely we cannot be accused of being pro-British if we admit the fact that more English women, fair, forty and of ensuing middle age pre- serve their figures and complexions better than do we ourselves. The se- cret is that they universally and joy- ously exercise, that they are keen on sports and that they eschew the lure of the pastry tray and eat plainer, less fattening foods. It is the man Hausfrau, whose stolid, burglar- proof figure and static mind attest that she {8 a “Nibbler,"* yea, more, a gorger on five daily meals of heavy foods. And it is the Turkish woman, whose beauty {s gauged by the pound, who is the Grande Sublime Regent of the Order of “Nibbler’? Housewives. Selah! Let us hope that in the near future this species will become extinct and that some other and less dangerous variety of housewifiana Americana will replace it! THE FLAPPER. oF YESTERDAY THE FLAPPER FLAPPER AGo A LITTLE LATER. THE FLAPPER Not So Fables Isn't I OW many lies may a lover tell? H How far may a young man go from tio truth When he ts courting a girl? These are the questions a Los Angeles Judge has been asked to de- olde He must say whether the young Native Son in the case Had a right to tell hia Boston sweetheart That he was a prominent club- man, a Harvard graduate, a mem- ber of the Massa- chusetts bar, When—not to put too fine a point on it—he wasn't! (At least, his wife sald she found out he wasn't—after his wife!) Meanwhile, to an tnnocent oom- mentator and fascinated observer of Cupid's little ways It seems as if the chief difference between this alleged llar—beg pardon, lover— jAnd other lovers*-that is to say, Nare— Is in his passion for inaccurate de- tails Rather than for hyperholical eralities! Your average young man in love Doesn't, perhaps, pin himself down to the assertion that he ts a Harvard man— (Really, you know, THAT Ite wouldn't get him so far with lots of girls!) Or that he is a Bay State lawyer— or @ prominent clubman. Your average lover Is just an aver- age lar, she BECAME He says he's a Great Man, and lets it go at that If he's unusually clever, he adds that, with HER at his side, There'll be no stopping him—he n do ANYTHING! What every man needs, If he 1s to GO FAR, Is The Love of a Good Woman! You know the lines—our youn lover revamps ‘em all, twenty years later When he is letting his press agent write his reminiscences for the Blurb Magazine. Does he tell any more lies during W: the courtship period? Answer: He does—if he knows his business He tells her there NEVER was any other girl— Or, when she knows better, he says the other girls never COUNTED. He USED to say she was beautiful as a goddess— r! Nowadays he allows that she puis their eyes out! (it's @ lle, either way.) He says that of course they'll al- care, just this wa: indeed, he'll always love her just as much as he does now! He promises that, after they're married, he won't smoke #0 much. Yes, By Roy L. Copyright, 192: ‘HEN Mr, Jarr came home the other evening, Mrs, Jarr held him at the door and whispered: “Gladys Cackleberry from Philadel- phia is here. She says she has just run on for a visit, but I suppose there's been a big family row at home. I do wish company would not run in on us this way." ‘ “Well, I don't feel like taking that girl out to theatres and cabarets,”’ Mr. Jarr grumbled. “Oh, you needn't worry,’' sald Mrs. “She was hardly in the house e telephoned to Jack Silver, and he's-coming around in his new roadster to take her for a drive, It's the chance she's been looking for.’ She has had the chance before, remarked Mr. Jarr. ‘It is not the first time that girl went driving with Jack Siiver."* “Yes, but her sister Irene was al- ways along, and it did neither one of them any good,” Mrs, Jarr declared ‘This remark was beyond Mr, Jarr’s comprehension, but before he could say 80, the hoarse and prolonged sound of an automobile horn arose in the street below. “There is Jack Silver now,” cried Mrs. Jarr, and she hurried off to the bedroom where Miss Gladys Cackle- berry had been putting the last fih- JEFFERSON DAVIS. N eight of the Southern States of ] the Union, the birthday of Jeffer- sou Davis will be celebrated to-day as a legal holiday, marking the 115th anniversary of the statesman who be- came President of the Confederacy. Special observances will mark ‘ie day in all cities having branches of the United Confederate Veterans or the Sons or Daughters of the Confed- eracy. Special interest attaches to the ob- mervance of the day at Muskogee, Okla., for it was at o!d Fort Gibson, near that bustling city, that Jefferson Davis wooed and won his bride, the lovely Betty ‘Taylor, daughter of Zachary Taylor. Muskogee, now the second city In six In Oklahoma, was then non-existent, and Fort Gibs was a frontier post in the wide strete of wilderness then jus’ being formed {nto Indian Territogp , To-Day in American History TRANSIT OF VENUS, HT first observation of the tran- sit of Venus by American astronomers was made 153 years ago to-day from a temporary observa- tov. fitted up in the State House in Philadelphia, Thir successful ob- servation, which practically marked the beginning of scientific astronomy in the New World, was in charge of the American Philosophical Society, an organization founded by Benjamin FrankiM in 1743 ‘and the parent body of the hundreds of scientific as soclutions im the United States and Canada, The transit of Venus over the sun's disk was first observed by Horrocik in England in 1689, In recent year American astronomers have engares notably of the Uansit of Venus in 1882, when t American phovographic methods weie used with great succeus, ard mptortly McCardell (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Co. ishing touches on a durable com- Plexion for automobile riding for half an hour past. “Lend me your fur piece for my neck,’' said the fair visitor Mrs. Jarr protested that the eve- ning was so warm that a fur ne piece would not be needed, but the visitor was persistent, and all the while the automobile horn kept sound, ing impatiently from below. Away went the young people in tho big car, which soon droned past the outskirts of the city onto the broad highway that led to the open country in the gathering dusk Here Mr. Silver switched on the lights and listened to his companion’s artleas prattle “Oh, there goes my fur plece,"’ ex- claimed Miss Cackleberry with a screain Occupled with the running of the eat, Mi ev had ted Miss Cackleberry had loosened the fur piece in question from her throat and that the wind had blown it down be- hind her back against the seat cush- ion, Then Miss Cackleberry re- marked: ‘Oh, I think it’s behind me, I'm afraid to move.’ ‘Thereupon her vietim reached for the fur piece with his tree hand just as the roadster negotiated a bump in the road, Miss Cackleberry screamed again and braced herself, thus pinioning Mr Silver's good right arm “How dare you! On, how dare you put your arm around me, having me son this lonely road Im the ark!" she cried The frightened bachelor endeavored to remove his arm, but evidently Miss Cackleberry was in a Wild state of ‘or the more he the tighter maidenly excitement, tried to pu his arm. she braced hervelf and held it, and, to avoid an ient, Jack Silver was vompeiled to slow he machine and drive off to the ede of the road and stop, while Miss Cackleberry wept and moaned the more vust then a mowrc'le policeman came down the roa! and seeing the roadster stopped and @ girl erying and evidently struggling to get free, the cop halted and came over and asked n But Miss Cack! ‘ moaned and sobbed ceman re and the # pented more his ‘ ok, this i= mired sigs Cackie » and th groaned and rode ava From a Park Bench Copyright, 1932 (New York Evening World) by Preas Publishing Co, HE sat with bowed head, her mien one of misery. So young, so fair, and yet she had drunk the dregs. And life seemed to hold nothing but a desire to end it all. Disappointed, deceived by one who should have stood fast, But who had run away at the first sir of trouble \ Sunlight, birds, happy children with white- capped nurses, She looked at them as they passed, yet with un- seeing eyes For the soul of her was fast losing its thread on things, And the world meant nothing. Moneyless, friendless, in a hardened aity, All passed her by on their own business bent Up the bridle path a Ibvely creature on a horse came cantering. And the sound of the hoofs Awakened a spark of interest in (he sorrowful one, They were of the same age—she on the bench and the other in the saddle And in the heart of the weary one rebellion rose. How dare) life be so cruel? Was she not young and lovely, too? Why should one have so much and she so little? And pictured in her mind the home, the love, the comfort That must go with that horse and rider. But not lgng she mused For suddenly the beast that carried A crowd gathered Instinetively the sad one made her way and reached the spot Where the lovely creature lay huddled in a heap And gave her aid, while others were frightened. t's precious burden stumbled ‘The bruised one clung to her, And soon she found herself in the palatial pl Hours sped by, but she remained At the behest of her who was maimed @ she had pictured Apu soon she learned much It was a house of cross-purposes and mother in the courts against each other—divorce with no real childhood—alivays with strangers. flower Vathe Only child And worst of all she, pretty Forsaken by him she loved for another “Ah, me," sighed the saddened one “Surely, surely, all is not gold that glitters, “All is not happy that rides merr ‘The same pangs may enter pelave of the peer “Ag well as the hovel of the jaur “And hi asm midst the crowd “In palatial rooms as we no pak bench, Be Bus Went fy. th 7 a new ale n " er b Morn ngs as they @ Ano not as scen fom a park bepek 1 vision « By Sophie Irene Loeb WH) “MARGIE” By Caroline Crawford Copyright, 1922 (New York Evaning World) by Press Publishing Co. THE LITTLE CHURCH AROUND THE CORNER, ARGLE and Frank Spafford planned a very quiet wedding at the Little Church Around the Corner. “We'll have to live very simply until 1 get on my feet,” Spafford told her, “but I know we can inanage. I'll rent a little house in New Jersey some place and you and your mother and I can live very happily until I make @ million,” “Mother has a few hundred a year to live upon so we shall have to do very little for her,” explained Margie, for she appreciated Spafford’s kind- ness and willingness to help support her mother. “Your mother ts a trump, Margie, and I love ler because she is the mother of the sweetest little girl in the world,” he declared, and Margie wrote this down In a little notebook among a number of dear things her Prince Charming had said to her dur- ing their acquaintance, Four weeks after Spafford came out of the hospital their wedding took Place. Maisie Lee and Clarence Wim- ple took the afternoon off to attend the wedding. Mrs, Mindon and the nurse who constantly questioned Spafford in the hope of gaining Mar- gie’s address were the only other pev- ple present “T gure wish Clarence and I were wetting bound,"’ hysterically whis- Dered Maisie as she arranxed Mar- gie's travelling cape and admired her straw and felt hat. “Margie, your Prince Charming stuff was all right Does a Girl Ever Marry Her Summer Beaue WATCH FOR Caroline Crawford's NEXT STORY |On This Page Soon and next to Clarence Wimple I be- Neve you have the best husband on earth." Margie stooped down and kissed Maisie she whispered, ‘'I don’t for- t you tried to be my little Cupid and speed things on, Mejsie dear, “but after all, you see, there ls noth- ing like having faith. I always knew my Prince Charming would come to me some day. When Willis Chan- ning appeared and paid me such ar- dent attention I was a bit dazed. I wondered for a moment what a girl did when two men appeared in her life at the same time, “Then Frank disappeared, was in- jured, and I ldst track of him for sev- eral weeks. But when I found Wil- Me Channing was false and did not appreciate my mother I began to have more faith in my old Ideals about one Prince Charming. I be- lieve there is a man for every girl tn the world, the man ehe really loves, and if she would only wait for him and not go about with other men or try to substitute just any chap for a beau she would meet him.”’ The organ began to play, Spafford appeared and within twenty minutes Margie Mindon became Mrs, Frank Spafford. There were kisses, shaking of hands, a closing of a taxi door and bride and bridegroom were alone bound for Atlantic City “We're off,’ whispered Frank, drawing her to him off for a life trip.”’ “Let's make it a beautiful trip with no regrety,”’ said Margie. "Lets ny speak a cross word to h other, Margie Let's understand every detail, Frank.’ “Let's keep our Margie," “Let's always tell the truth, no mat- ter how much it hurts, Frank,” ‘Let's always remember to keep a sense of humor and not to take life too darn seriously, Margie,’ “Lat's love each other to the bitter end, even if I turn gray and you are as bald as a billiard ball, Frank." Let's live an ideal married life un- ever before in the “Margie, we're each other In own individuality, world y f we ever do quarrel and atart evs Lets kas and make up before we set cried Frank, drawing er and kissing er the way all Prince Charmings d THE END, LOVERS AND LIARS By Marguerite Mooers Marshall ———__-«. Wot (New York Bvening World) by Pr | MORAL:—If It's tne Fair » PAbllahing Co. . Love That Makes the World Go Round, t Lies That Are ‘The Makings * of Love? He says that ue has No Seutets from her—and never will have! * There should be Peefect Confidence between Husband and Wife! When one of his old classmates blows tn with an Invitation to dinner and a show, And he just can’t get out of tt withe out being rude, He always makes a point of explain« ing, over the telephone, how pressure of work at the o Will keep him from calling on her THAT night! And if she infers he's one of those Key Men » Without whom the business and the Boss would simply go blan-a-a— Why, that's just another of love's Httle mendacities! Any more? Sure! He tells her how much he likes her family— Perhaps he really does, once in @& hundred times, but the other ninety, nine times HE LIES! He says that of course he doesn'é mind a big church wedding— When really the thought of it etther ecares him to death or makes him mad! He vows that she shall always do fust exactly as she pleases, He mendactously maintains thet she's made an awful hit with his mother, He says he doesn’t care if she can'f cook, He says she's Simply the Greatest Little Girl EVER— Why go on? We've all heard it—if we belong te one sex— Or SAID it—if we belong to the other! If {t's love that makes the world ¢a ‘sound, Isn't it Nes that are “the makings” of love? Imagine # courtship conducted on basis of strict accuracy: “You are about the ninth girl may be the eleventh; “You are fairly good looking, && least when you're fixed up. “Lam making $80 a week, am not worth a cent more and probably never will get it. “[ loathe your family, and my, fama fly can't stand you. “I love you now, but as you aren't the first I certainly can’t promise you will be the last— “Probably not!" Heaven preserve us from George hington stuff like this! It's enough to take the joy out of any girl's lif But is there, then, no Itmit on the number of lle; lover may tell? Yes—the limit 1s, was and forever shall be ‘The number he can get away with] (And SHE lets him get away wi a lot!) Look Your Cupyrigtt, 1022 (New York Evening eo prens Publlaning Om Dear Mise Dosche Pai 1am troubled with » lot of pint } ples on the back of both ef my arms. Will you please give m@ | your advice as how to get rid | of them, as they, are very notice able when f | shore wear sleeves t oH. ~ pimples are due to the improper circulation of the blood and can be remedied by general exercises,- pay~ ing particular attention to the arm after-bath = rub. Eating laxative fruits and vegetables and dri: plenty of water will also help te clear up the skin. ' Dear Mies Doscher: fe there anything besides eleo- tricity or X-Rays that will pei manently remove superfluous hair? If 0, will you please let me know what | can do or use to destroy the hair on my face and arme? M. R, There is no other known treatment for the permanent removal of the hair, but the frequent use of peroxide will bleach out and make less con. spicuous and also retard to a certalm extent the growth of the hair, Dear Miss Doscher: Would you advise the the so-called hair remove Depilatory powders or hair remove ers are al! right to use if your skin is not very sensitive and you wish to remove the hatr on the arms. But they afford only temporary relief Dear Miss Doscher Kindly tell me what | can do to make my face stouter, as my body is stout and my face thin. Massage does not seem to help. Deep breathing exercises will help to Mil out the face. The reason the massage has not helped you is be- cause you have only touched the sur face. To fil out the face you must se the deep seated muscular facial massage Dear Miss Doscher: Will you kindly tell me if my weight correct? My age ie seventeen, height 5 feet 5 Inches, and my present weight is 1 pounds. ALA. You are tall for your age and aboud yowr ten pounds overweight for height. Se ee a eee Pe —s i