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_daytimes,”’ a Parted by “LONG LOST MEET—ONE 7}, OTHER 74 John Keeley, in New sion Bureau Finds Michael—Now Both * Are Looking for Third Brother, Frank. ‘Sy Fay Stevenson. mn ht, 1928 (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Company. HE story of the brothers. That might be the title of this He sketch of two brothers who were ted at the time of the Civil War had not set cyes upon each other a few weeks ago. Im fact there really were three rs, John, Michael and Frank , who lived with their parents tn ‘eat Nineteenth Street when the Civil far gobbled up two of them, and since n John, who was the youngest of the trio, never heard from them until Bureau of Pensions at Washing- located Michael a short time ago. ‘To-day two very happy old men, “ong lost’ JOun +. KEELY ame micHmel KEELEY John and/Michuel, sit by.the window ‘of a top floor tenement on First Ave- nue of this city and talk about the good times they used to have playing ‘Blind Man's) Buf’ and Rover." Sometimes Michael talks a little about his war experience, but now thut the great World War took place and John’s son took an active part in the late war It seems sort of boastful to tell about ‘Vet’ ys. “We don't sce much of each ether said Michael between puffs of bis pipe at his new home on ithe top floor of his brother's flat at jo. 601 First Avenue. “You see, John only seventy-one and still going to feexk, while I'm seventy-four and geting on the junk pile. Besides I ve a pension, so I don’t need to (Bwork any more in this life. I reckon ve done my bit.”’ ‘The old man, whose hair (what there left of it) is pure white, sat silently puffing away at his pipe and inhaling he weak breeze that floated up to him h the open window. Two little his brother John's grandchil- ren, hovered about his side und jooked at this new found great-uncle ith wonder and admiration in their blue eyes. john always stuck to New York," pontinued Michael. ‘He was only hirteen when the war broke out, and he oried his eyes out when he saw us pider brothers go off to war, I was hixteen and Frank was about nine- en. We looked pretty well too in bur uniforms and everything. 1 served n Company B 6th New York Veteran infantry and fought under Grant in he Battle of the Wilderness. 1 didn’t et @ scratch, not a blemish in the r, and if it weren't for my old age don’t suppose I'd be getting that pension now. “Well, Frank he went out with the econd’ Division, 6th Army Corps and hat was the last we ever heard from m. He may be dead or he may be around the country like I was, AM wondering where his brothers in York are. “I used to write to John here in lew York but my letters always camo to me unopened. They didn’t we that forwarding system they Wwe now and he had moved. Well, @ used to write to me and his letters back to him so, for a long time, both guve it up. Probably he it 1 was killed and I often ht: he had gune to war as a rummer boy. “But he hadn't. John was a little iow and his mother decided to keep ine of her boys at home. When he twenty-three he married and has ought up twelve children, eight all ving in this city now. He lived right round this First Avenue section and as always been a night watchman or janitor. “But after the war I got the wan. lerlust. 1 didn’t want to come back New York so I lived out in Texas, wild and woolly life. I never mar- ed, I didn’t have time, so you can lwt me down as an old bachelor un- ss some sweet Annie Laurie of by- me days turns up. Then, a year or ago my health gave out. Texas nds and sand storms were too much me, 80 1 was placed in a soldier's in California. ‘About this time John up here in “Red | Civil War BROTHERS” Your if Best® yy Doris Doscher- WR ’ EAR MI8S DOSCHER: D 1 am very much interested in your column. | am a young gitl of twenty-one, | have sev- eral pimples on my face, which are not real pimples, they have hair growing on them, which 1 cut off every few days. | have had them a long time and am al- ways getting new ones and sah’t seem to get rid of them, | have a nice, fair complexion but these pimples spoil my looks. Also | you if you know of « medy to stop the growth of hair on the head. My hair grew down to.a little point on my fore- head and | cut it off, but now it Copyright, York, Through Pen- New York began to think about his kiddie brothers who went off to war. ‘Maybe Frank and Michael are still alive,’ he used to say to his wife and children. ‘Maybe they are in want. ‘We aren't rich, but we've got a good home and what I have Is theirs.’ So he sat down and wrote a letter to the Department of the Interior, Bureau of Pensions, Washington, asking about us."* The records of the Bureau of Pen- sions showed that Michael F. Keeley's waye keep on growing. Please last check had been mailed to the tell me what | can do for both, Soldiers’ Home at Sawtelle, California, wor"! 9. ut nowhere was found any record of Frank's name. So John wrote to Michael, and Michael came to New York, and maybe some day they'll find Frank—then it will indeed be a happy reunion. The continual cutting of fine hairs on the forehead has caused the pores of the skin to become larger, giving the appearance of these pimples. The more you cut the hairs the worse they will get. Try applying a weak solu- tion of peroxide and increasing (he strength as the skin becomes accus- tomed to it. The electric needle is the only permanent cure for superflu- ous hair, Doar Miss Doschery Will you ple give me explicit directions for using the formula you gave for curling the hair? Also how often | may use it? Ss. R. Ss. The mixture should be well strained and shaken, Dampen the hair lightly with the mixture before putting on the curler. Do not use too frequently, it might have a tendency to make e hair brittle. ‘Dear Mise Doscher: Am a young girl nineteen years a child | ind sum- m My knees are very rough, the skin being hard and rough. Kindly advise. ETHEL M. Give your knees a thorough serub- \.ng with ground cornmeal and a little soap; rinse and apply glycerine, which has been slightly diluted with spirits of camphor. VACATION By Sophie Irene Loeb Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Company. HE train was crowded with returning tourists, And there were sighs and regrets At the parting with pleasure and return to problems. Soon the motley mass was on the move, Leaving behind field and stream and mountain, Back to the seething centre of men and things. Two women, strangers, sat in a seat and talked. “Ah, me,"' cried she of the gay gown and dan- gling earrings, “How tired 1 ain} I will be so glad to get home. “That last Chinese shawl nearly played me out; “I did so want to match the orchid color of my dress “With one of the new shades of the Orient. “And 1 shopped and shopped and shopped, “But I got it. “And that hand-made dress for sister Ann's Christmas present. “Did you ever see so many souvenirs, and weren't they lovely?" she cried. “I had to get another trunk to bring them all, “What did you find to buy?’ she queried. “I bought nothing,” came the soft answer, “but I found, oh, so much, “There was so much to see that could not be bought with money, ‘So much to enjoy that a king's ransom could not purchase, And what are these things?’’ the other asked curiously. “What are they! Have you not just left there? “How could you fail to hear the song of the sea, “The sigh of the woods, the soothing hum of a “With long shadows on the grass? “And the sparkling dew of the morning? “Have you not listened to the nightingale? ‘And watched my Lady Moon in her most mellow mood As she smiled down over the mountain “And sent stray beams over the peaceful valley? “Have you not heard the brook at twillght “As it softly wended its way o'er moss-covered stones? “Have you missed the fragrance of the pine woods? “Nor felt the soft earth underneath with every step? “Ah me, there will be much to recall in the long winter evenings, “Much to reflect on during the snow and the sleet, “Much to lighten the load in the busy office, crowded throng. “For | have had a vacation “Communing with Naturé, whose storehouse holds “The mementoes, the price of which is the same “To the pauper or the peer. “The souvenirs that satisfy the soul.’ And the other woman was silent For she had not seen or heard these things— She was busy buying. |Sandwiches for the Week-End Outing | Copyright, 1928 (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Company. EAT—A combination of meats made by mashing Neufchatel cheese, may be used,for instance: Two- Using a generous tablespoonful of "5 cream to goften it; add three fineiy thirds eupful of finely chopped chopped olives and three tallespoon- chicken with one-third minced tongue fuls of finely chopped peanuts, or one and ham blended with a little mayon- tablespoonful peanut butter, a few naise is good between slices of white Grops lemon juice and salt and pep- bread, For ham and egg sandwiches per to taste, Spread on brown bread. use one tablespoon minced ham to / immer afternoon, FRUIT—One-half cup finely cut each egg. Chop hard-boiled eggs dates, one-fourth cup chopped nut finely, add the bam and mix with Meats and one tablespoonful of lemon , juice mekes 9 nice filling Raisins ® mayonnaise or cream dressing, al- may be substituted for the dates and SATURDAY, JULY 8, 1922, NOTICE THE BIN DING y— Oe Seek een ne Wore o ne Wor hy bo. See THE BEAUTIFUL ILLUSTRATIONS No THANKS — | ONLY CANE IN By Roy L. The Jarr Fami ly J McCardell Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Oo 6é HIS Ku Klux Klan is a queer lodge to belong to," re- marked Sol, the Smoke Shop man. ‘You give three whisties and a groan in a dark room where you can’t see anybody, and hand over ten dollars, and then you put on a Sheet and ride out with a lot of other Ku Kluxers in automobiles and hung @ colored gentleman, but what fun there is in belonging to such a lodge gets me." “It isn't for fun that you Join the Ku Klux Klan," remarked Mr, Jarr, it's for the excitement.’ “The only excitement would be the excitement that your wife would make when you come back with the sheet dirty,’ volunteered Mr. Sla- vinsky. ‘I know what excitement there is at our house if I smoke a cigarette in bed and make any ashes or boin little holes in the shee “What I belong to lodges for is not to put on a sheet and go out and hang colored gentlemen who ain't done nothing to me," gaid Sol sol- emnly, “I belong to the Independent Order of Red Men and the Owls and the Moose and the Royal Neighbors and the Woodmen of the World, be- cause ther lodges is glad to go to your funeral und believes in brotherly love, They ma you friends and brothers of good fellers, you know, just like I am friends to you.’ Mr Jarr winked to the others, un- noticed by Sol, and replied testily, “Friends? I am not your friend, The only friend I've got iu in my pocket. There jsn't much there, it is true, but I'll’ bet’ it all Uhat there isn’t one in this bunch here but would knock me in the head for it is what money ‘Oh, don’t say that!’ cried the sentimental Bol. “Slavinsky, you like Mr. Jarr, don't you?"’ Mr. Slavinsky had caught Mr Jarr's wink, as had the rest. ‘hd Charr ain't nothing to me," he said shrugging his shoulders with ference. “What do I ¢: for ou ain't Ike th. Rang indif~ lowing one tablespoonful for each either graham or white bread may be are you?’ Sol inquired eagerly of egg. Season with pepper and ealt if used. that gentleman, “You are a good — lodge brother what loves his fellow necessary. FISH—Appstizing fish pusie in men, ain't you?” glass jars may be used, or shred any Mr, Rangl ed coldly at the CHEESE-—Mix cream cheese with left over fish or sardines, anchovies. others, ‘No, I don't think I care any &c, Add chopped pickles ind imix with a well-seasoned = mayoualae. Lemon juice or vinegar will | 1prove oily, fish, finely chopped watercress ‘or chives and spread on white or whole wheat bread, Another cheese ‘sandwich is thing for y sald with a sneer. Sol turned to Bepler, the butcher, who was among Uhose present, and ked piteously, ‘You won't talk that way, Bepler?’ You ure a fellow with a heart in you us big as any beef heart you sell in your butcher's shop, and you know you like me and all these other fellows ere, and would be glad to go to our fuaerals and give money to our wid- ders, and everything.’’ ‘ot me," sald the butcher, indif- ferently. ‘“‘L wouldn't care if you were all dead; I wouldn't go to your funerals in an automobile,”’ “I'm glad you're hearing the truth for once, Sol,"’ said Mr, Jarr, ‘*You cheat your customers every chance you get, which shows you care noth- ing for them, and they are on to you and care nothing for yor “Don't say that!" cried the emo- tional tobacconist, "I got something in here,” and here he thumped his breast, “which {a feelings of kindness for my friends. Sometimes I am sore when business is bad and you fellers co deal at them cash trust cigar stores what gives coupons and don’t pay what you owe me, and I think you are # lot of bums, but in my heart I love you all when you come around* und pay me what you owe me and suy, ‘It's a nice day, Sol, how bad you're looking—like you had Bright's He That's It!** snarled Mr. Jarr. ‘All you care for us ts when we spend our money with you." “Tt ain't 80, It ain't so!’ eried Sol, the tears In his eyes, ‘1 like you all and I want each one of you to take these quarter Havanas and tell one « me that you like me, too.'" So they each took @ quarter Havana and told Sol that as long as be was wenerous they would bear with him DOES A GIRL Ever Marry Her SUMNER BEAU 1 FIND THE ANSWER IN SALLY’S SUMMER sr CAROLINE CRAWFORD 1] acation Love Story You'll Enjoy Reading Begins on This Page NEXT MONDAY Courtsh ip and Marriage By Betty Vincent Copyright, 1028 (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Os. “Dear Miss Vincent: The other day | kissed my niece In the pres- ence of the whole family and now my wife le wild, f harm in an uncle kissing a nine- teen-year-old school girl? “IN DUTCH," It all depends upon the girl and “the wife.’ If the girl ts homely there would be no trouble at all but if she Is a peach, better refrain from such ardent expressions of affection. “Dear Miss Vinoent: | have been keeping company with a young woman for two years and we have come to an understand- ing that we are to marry although we are not formally engaged. She has of late, however, suffered a re decline in health and | fear this would bring misery to us both. | am very fond of the girl and know it would break her rt for me to leave her. The most honorable thing is to go through the ceremony, but in do- ing so am |! doing right by my- self and her? Ple advise. “ANXIOUS.” Health Is the keynote of success and happiness, but just because the young woman is in poor health Is no reason why you should break off your engagement with her. The summer, the time of sunshine and outdoor ‘life, 18 before her. Let her et out in the open as much as pos- sible and by fall she may be as strong as ever. “Dear Mies Vincent: A few days ago a crowd of four couples went to tho seashore. While there my girl friend met three young men whom she knew but slightly. She was in th y all afternoon, except for the short time we spent in eating lunch. Once while with the three youn: men She asked me whether ! woul: Mi 9 wim, but 1 refused politely. My son for doing xo was that if their company to mine she could have it. Naturally her conduct tor dome wi caused coniment from the rest of the crowd | realized | was being made a fool of and when time came for gaing home | absolutely r home. Now, Miss Vinosnt, was | justified? oT, gr By all means, The young woman openly showed that she cared more for the other young men than for you. Famous Women who died on the 31st of May, 1495, was doomed to witness in her own family more appalling ca< lamities than probably are found In the history of any other individual Twenty-six of her closest through whom she hoped at some time CU DUCHESS OF YORK, relatives to inherit the throne of England were killed In battle, polso: or mur- dered outright during ber lifetime She was a Lancastrian by birth. Her father was that rich powerful nobleman, Ralph Neville, Burl of Westmoreland, She was the young est of twenty-one children, becoming the wife of Kiehacd und on Vian~ net, Duke of York, her nu- merous, wealthy and powerful fam iy exerted all thelr influence to place er on the throne of Englund. Arter 1 series of splendid achievernent lleled im history, the whole fam of the Nevilles were awe aM jong before their sister elly nded in sorrow to her grave. Ce hud ELIZABETH CHRISTINA, PRIN- CESS OF BRUNSWICK-WOLFEN- BUETTEL, was the wife of Frederick IL. of Prussia, She was born in 1715 at Brunswick. In 1738 she was mar- ried to the Prussian ruler, but as this marriage WAS a forced one, Frederick lived separate from her all his life. On oxcending the throne in 1140 he gave her proofs of his est hiv deathbed ordered her creased, “for,” he said, “during my whole reign she has never given me the sligh ause for dissatisfac- tion.’ Half of her income of 60,000 crowns she devoted to benevolent pur- poses. She wags @ very accomplished woman, and besides translating sev- eral works from German into French, was hersel€ the author of several French works, JEMIMA WILKINSON was a re- Ne impostor who was born in Cumberland, BR. 1, about 1753, Re- covering suddenly from an apparent n of life, ad been Jaimed sup she announced that raised from the dead natural powers, She Ww proselytes and moved with ghborhoed of Crooked she died in 1819, Fables for The Fair APRON STRINGS ' - KOR MEN By Marguerite Mooers Marshall MORAL: If You Can't BE a Cook—Marry One ! Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) ‘by Preas Publishing Company. T'S come. It's come TRUB! - The dreadful future the Aati-Suf- fragists predicted When women got the vote— | The deciine from « once lofty estate. The blot on the ‘acutcheon, The indelible dis grace— Apron - strings ment At last we have the reverse, or fem- inist, English . Of an old domestic tragedy. Countless thousands of men have flown the matrimonial coop Because she served shoe-leatner steak and india-rubber biscuit, Because she burned the bacon and muddled the coffee, Because she couldn't COOK! , But the other day—probably for the first time in history— sg \ WOMAN left home, “in hunger and tor disgust," Because her HUSBAND couldn't cook, f And insisted on giving her pork sonp for breakfast, lunch and dinner— Three times a day! She got so tired of it, amd of hee’ hus- band, That she wants her marriage nulled. Why didn't she do the cooking? ans j Because she never LEARNED to cook— She is a professional musician, an | “artist. But this is only ONE of several re- cent hints That it's about time for man to “come © into the kitchen.” i According to Prof. Powers of the University of Southern California, Men will do the housework and care for the children ' While women rule the world, in 1977. That's only fifty-five years to wait! And Mrs, Florence Guy Woolston, noted ferhinist, Says in a recent magazine article ‘ ‘That man is being deprived of his right to stay in the home, ‘That he ought to be allowed to follow the call of his domestic tempera- ment, That the next great social movement may be toward “Albertism’”— The happy and peaceful condition tn life occupied by Queen Victoria's Prince Consort, y Who was just a hushand. Apron-atrings for men—the Antis told you it was coming! We will now pause and listen to loud indignant, sarcastic snorts From the males present: “When I marry [| expect my wife to make a home for me!"* “What does a man know about cook - ing?” “Woman's place is over the cook stove! Yes, yes, of course—thus It was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be! And yet—and yet— I should think that, in sheer self- defense, some men would setze the rolling pin and the mixing spoon! (And I know that some men DO!) The food experts, scientific and tronomic, will tell you ‘That, as a cook, the Average Ameri- can Housewife is a MISTAKE! Her bread is heavier than the baker's her doughnuts soak fat, her ples are pale and tough, And when she doesn't know what else to do She fries—and fries—and fries! Whereas men—why, the best cooks in the world are men! ‘They make the great hotels the haven of epicures, They do more wonderful things with @ chafing dish than any woman ever dreamed of, They commit camp cookery that reg- isters 100 per cent. So fae most of them have resisted any display of their undoubted culi- nary gift In the home, Only now and then is there a man in whom natural vanity is stronger than natural laginess, And who therefore “shows the wife a thing or two about food!” (He certainly does—whea started!) Will the sex be contented to keep its great laient buried forever? ‘The time is coming wnen the vanish- ing servant will be the vanished servant, And not all of us can eat at the res- taurant which advertises adroitly: "I¢ your wife can’t cvok, don't divorce her— Fat here and keep her for What's the answer? This: If you can't BE @ cook, marry one! There ought to be @ cook In every home, he gets 1 pet!’ But one's enough—and it’s going to may jess and less in the future WHICH i the One!