The evening world. Newspaper, December 23, 1922, Page 11

Fables for the Fair Other Women’s Husbands Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening TD you ever discuss a woman's husband With bis wife? T have! Ya faet, being a glutton for punish- it twice. But NEVER again! It is conversa- tionally safer To defend the K, K. K. while lunching witha member of the present City Administration, To argue about personal liberty with A. Vol- To esk grandma what she thinks of the younger generation, ‘Than to comment on ANYBODY'S husband, No matter how eagerly she asks for it! Barbara invited me to tea one day, And to hear just how much of a brute Tom was. @he explained carefully that neither Silas Marner nor Simon Legree Had anything on him; Yor hadn't he refused, positively, to buy @ new runabout, ‘although she was sure he could afford it, If he weren't such a tightwad? ‘And wasn't he in the habit of speak- ing rudely to her before breakfast? For this cruelty she could get a Call- fornia divorce any time she'd cross the continent. he sald that she didn't know why ghe ever married him; That he didn’t appreciate her; That he went to sleep in the librar after dinner and SNORED; That he was getting FAT— And didn't I agree with her? Wanting to be sympathetic, I dia. I added that 1 couldn't understand why Tom should be so—— T got no further! Barbara interrupted, Iclly, To say that she really didn’t know what I meant by criticising her Dusband, Who had always spoken MOST kindly of ME! Ghe added that perhaps we had better discuss something else—— But we didn't, for I lett—I was afraid that even my tea would freeze! ‘The noxt time it was Marie Who informed me that her eyes were OPEN at last; ‘That she was no longer living In a FOOL'S PARADISE; That she didn't supposo Harry had ever been true to her eince they were married Hadn't 1 noticed how ho carried on with Minnio at the country club dance, ‘and how Eva and he had absolutely disappeared for an hour at the Van Kooten's dinner? Didn't it seem plain to moe that she could never trust him again? This time I argued-—— 1 Wastes a line of talk in Harry's defense. I didn't get fart Marie remarked, with a {rigidity the very pattern of Barbara's, That it seemed awfully strange | Lash Vem : Best By Doris Doscher. Sepyright, 1922. (New York Bvening World) ehh use Publiehing Company. EAR Miss Doscher: Ie witch hazel effective fer reducing enlarged pores? If not, will you please recommend 1 am also troubled anything | oan use to ove come this? MARION S. Witch hazel !s very soothing to the skin. Perhaps you will find that a few drops of benzoln added to the last rins- ing water would be effective In reduc- ing enlarged pores. Give the calloused skin & thorough scrubbing with ground cornmeal and a4 little castile scap. After you have winsed your ands apply some pure glycerine to which some spirits of camphor have heen added and elip on a palr of loose gloves and allow to remain on all night. "Bean Miss Doscher: | have large puffa under my have consulted a doctor on for my having these. ea you tell me what to do to get rid of them? 8. A, Bince your physician has mado ap examination and has found that there is no organio trouble, which would give rise to the puffs under the eyes, i’ may be that sleeping in a badly ventilated room or sitting up late at night is the cause for these bags under the eyes. You might try bath- the eyes with a solution of one teaspoonful of Epsom salts to a quart of warm Water, Be sure to have the window opened In the room in which you sleep and take a few deep breath. {ng exercises on arising tn the morn- ing. This has a benefictal effect on reducing the puffs under the even, uN o World) Press Publishing Company. should assume to know her hus- band better than she did herself, And should be champloning him to his own wife! Of course I might have special bditiaad of information not open to er: Although she had always thought mo HER friend, not Harry's! At this point I left another cup of tea half-drunk And faded ou’ there didn’t seem to But I've taken a vow: Never again, for assent, dissent or comment, ‘Will I open my mouth, in any wom- an’s presence, on the topic of her husband, No matter what she says about him! There's only one SAFE way to dis- cuss him: Keep silent in four languages—— And let HER rave! “First y Caroline Crawford. SATURDAY, Love” . Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) Press Publishing Company. MORAL: The Only Way to Discuss Them Is You Can Begin Reading This Story To-Day to Keep Silent in Four Languages. = oasnaaen Nan By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. Other Friends ESSIH found the Titian haired young man whose desk was oppo- alte to hers a most indifferent creature, He bowed to her mornings, remarked about the weather and said nothing to her untt] {t was time to go home. ‘Good morning; {t looks like rain,” and “Good evening’ were scarcely enough words to build up a strong friendship, And yet, Jessie Nked this young man ‘better and bet- SYNOPSIS. Jessie Jackson and Peter Manton ns clfidhood aweethenrts tved in adjotn- ing apartment houses, bat did not realize how deep wha thelr love until Jessie's family moved to the suburbs, They remained lovers through bigh schoot days and during their eorty business tife, Others come inte thelr Uves and many Instances arire which might have parted them. But some- times first love w Begin this story to-day and vee If a deep love, begun in childhood days, survive tempta- tons to thivart it. ter” every day, In a typical Coue gunners, fashion. . What could she do to gain his friendship? This is a question which bothers many a pretty girl's head: Should she ask him to call? Should she show her admiration for lim, or should she walt patiently until he made some overture toward her? Ieter came to see her Sunday eve- @ Pair of Skates By sophie rene Loeb Copyright, 1933 (New York Wvening Worlé) Press Publiahing Company. l was the night before Christmas, The familiar old phrase. All was quiet in the home of John Smith A lad, blue-eyed, big and stron; Who wended his way up the naj To his small bedroom, s iTrow stairs Where already two of his brothers lay sleeping. Rigid was his life and full of du' ty between atudy And the business of selling papers. He knew little else, out longed for the leisure and pleasures Of other youths that passed him by. But, alas! the wolf now howled at his door; And truth, he never knew the time ‘When the monster had not bee: nm there, With his sharp teeth and endless demands. But there was one great hope {i That he might muffle his how! Untill that which he Jonged for A pair of skates. Always, always on his way, he in his heart for even @ short period came to pass—a simple thing— watched the glistening skated feet On the smooth, mirror-like frozen water, And prayed every night for his And she who bore him knew hi And promised, “Never mind, on pair of skates. iS great desire, Christmas they, will come, For I shall save and save and save, And you will see.” It was with blithesome heart and splrits gay John Smith wended his way ho On the night before Christmas, For the day of all days was to When his great wish would be He could not sleep. Oh, it seemed ages For the light to come through t And usher in the new day. At the first streaks of dawn He could wait no longer and ha And stole down the stairs To the place where he had hun; Only as a symbol of his hope, And, heaven be praised! There were two lovely, shining, moward come on the morrow, satisfied. he window stily dressed himself ig his stocking graceful, heart-stirring bits of steel. He tried them on—they fitted perfectly, How magnificent! How wonder He could hear his heart beat at rfull he thought. the marvel of them But there on the shimmering sheet of glass He would test their worth, Ho could not resist and quickly donned his coat ‘Then quietly stole out of the door, For it was yet early dawn, Breathless, but full of joy, he arrived at the spot There it was before him, and he master of all he surveyed He put them on quickly and took one #tride and then another They were made of wonderful stuff! And how swiftly they moved and gracefully. They could not be more perfect He made lovely figures like he As he passed them by, 1 had seen others make And his eyes sparkled and red came into his cheeks, And hope and joy were high tn For he was King of his frozen On his shining steeds of ste An hour went by— Soon, soon, the sun arose {n all He must hurry home ere the ot! his heart world its glory—Christmas Day. hers rose And get into bed that they should not know How he had been King of bis On his shining steeds of steel! Quickly, gently, he wended his Hut this time his hope fulfilled And the soul of him satisfied. frozen world way agaiv, Notselessly he undressed and crept in beside his brothers And slept-—oh, how soundly! With a smile he awakened—- Where he thought he had place looked under the bed 4 his precious prize, But they were not there; he must have left them below Quick asa flash he was down ‘Thay were not there! “Mother, mother!” he cried, “w! “Your skates, my son? T could not! T could not! and looked about. here are my skates? How sorely I am grieved ‘The landlord came, I had to give him all, And so there are no sk Something within him snapped. For a moment a hope—she was only playing with him But no, he knew that look— ‘That look of anguish and despair that was often there-— And besides he heard the muffled how! of the wolf « And he cried within lim, “How was it—how camo it—my wonderful skate: A dream—a beautiful dream Vor one short hour he had been Ou his shining steeds of steel! A memory thaf lived and died the door King of his frozen w within him nings and openly boasted of his rapidly growing friendship for the girl in his office, “She's one of the finest little girls in the city,’ he would tel) Jessio while she listened to his out- burst of enthusiasm for a girl sho secretly detested. ‘And would you believe it, that little girl supports a mother and younger sister? he would continue, ‘It's wonderful, Jes- sie, what some girls have to do for their relatives. You ought to be mighty glad you have such an easy life."* Jessie almost wished she had a widowed mother with six children to support #o that she might pose In the eyes of Peter as a heroine. But it was only too true, she had an caay life and her money was all her own. “It's a wonder some big fellow wouldn't take mercy upon a little girl ike that and marry her,’ declared Peter. ‘I would like to see him just lft the burden off her shoulders and support her mother and little sister tor ‘Well, from the way you talk, | think you'll be the man,” sneered Jeusie, “I'm not half good enough for her,’' promptly announced Peter. ‘Why, Jess she's a wonderful girl. “Isn't it nice that wo have both found such agreeable friends,” said Jessie, suddenly deciding she would not tell Peter what an indifferent young man she sat opposite in her office. 2 “Oh, , tell me about that Titlan- haired young man you seem to like so much,"’ replied Peter, as he looked at his watch with a ‘but cut it short’ manner. “Thero isn't so much to tell,” laughed Jessio Nghtly. “Only he's very handsome, very aesthetic and ex- tremely kind. I can see that we are going to be very good friends, the sort of friends who have much in common, in fact almost afinities who can read each other's thoughts and ajl that sort of thing. Would you care if he took me to the theatre, Peter, or came to call upon me?’’ “Oh, not at all,"" he good naturedly admitted. In fact, I was going to tell you that I have taken this little girl and her mother and sister to the theatre twice since I last saw you."* you have taken the whole y laughed Jessic, “Why, certainly,’ he said, resent- ing her flippant attitude. “I'd do anything in the world to give that ttle girl and her folks a pleasant evening.” “Oh, you ridiculous old ‘As Al- ways,'"’ she laughed again. She called Mim ‘As Always’ becauso he once bragged ho signed himself that way to every girl he wrote. “All right, laugh away,” he said as he rose to go. “You'll find T am just @ regular old ‘As Always’ if you know moe long enough." Then the telephone rang and the ‘Titian-hatred chap's voice brought the color to her cheeks. , Tuesday—The Titian-Haired Man, Ri chensite Kinks Copyright, 1923 (New York: Evening World) Press Publishing Company. RESCUING THE CORK. HEN a cork falls inside a bottle grease tho neck of the bottle on the inside with vaseline and hold under cold water till cold as possible. Spear the cork with a long hatpin and draw it up till it blocks the mouth of bottle. Now, hold the bottle so that the cork will not fall back again and heat it gradually by bolding it in hot water or hy pouring hot water on {t and « will pop out 1B. HOLDERS ALWAYS HANDY T borrowed an idea trom tlie ct ren’s mittens which aro hung around thetr necks on tapes. I sewed two (ron holders on @ length of tape and wear them around my necks wheo cooking. Many steps can be saved, and I never have to hunt for a towel when I want to handle a hot dish, L. B. USE HUBBY’S SHAVING BRUSH. A g004 way to dampen clothes use your husband's old shaving This holde (1) to bruah. we siden being @ good eprinkler, prevents afed hands this ad I also find it more convenient when darning socks to use the small dis- carded wineglass instead of the 0- called “osm” wr DECEMBER 323, 1922. EE RETTY < LITTLE CHRISTHAS TREE | Gor. _—— in Trade Mark Reg. U. 8. Pat. Off. THE WE WILL DO UP OUR PRESENTS IN PRETTY re PACKAGES 3— \ aeons Bout GIVING THAT CAR. Fo CHRISTMAS Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) Pross Publishing Company HE custom of the Christmas treo Wits been claimed to have ortgl- nated in almost every Christian nation in Europe. Yet its origin 1s 80 obscure that no one may precisely say when or where the beautiful us- age began. Some bestow the honor on Martin Luther, the great Reformer, for ‘tis said on the night of Dec, when travelling by himself over the snow- covered plains of Bavaria, the sky with its glittering stars made no deep an impression on him that, after ar- riving home, he tried, but In vain, to explain his thoughts to his wife and children. Suddenly an idea occurred to him to explain himself in a symbol expres ing Joy in our Saviour's birth. went out into the forest nearby, cut down a fir tree, dragged It into the house, bedecked {t with candles, lighted them and there appeared the first Christmas tree. But there ts a Scandinavian myth of great antiquity in which ts men- tioned @ fir that sprang up from the ground where two lovers had been slain by violence despite their being innocent of guilt. At certain times, in what Is now the Christmas season, and in particular on the 25th of De- cember, mysterious lights were to be seen burning on its branches wind, no matter how temper could ever blow them out. Again, the French have a charming legend of the fir, the boughs of which were covered with little candles, some wpright, some upside down, and on the top of all waa the vision of a child with a halo around its curly head. The tree represented mankind, the child our Saviour, and the candies good and evil beings. Historleally, the Christmas tree can be traced only as far back as the six- teenth century. A valuable authentic manuscript, written by the femous theologian, Danhauer of Strasburg, describes Christmas and the tree of 1585 very much the same as we have them, that is, as the ive season and as the symbol of follity and peace and good will, During the next three hundred years the tree was to be found only along the Rhine. it at tha commencement of the nineteenth century the pleasant custom began to spread all over Ger- many and Austria Fifty years later it had conquered the whole Christian world. In 1840 the Duchess Helena of Or- leans brought the custom to the Tull- erles; yet it took some years to “VE CHANGED MY MIND MY WIFE oo Your Christmas Tree How You Came to Haye It. WHAT'S THE RUSH 2 a ara York E acelimatize ft in ran o-day 6¢ Lb you as sumethiba der is alone uses botwe 70,00 wie) pleuead’l agiea Sire 10,000 trees every Christan, Phe ‘ hat iee phi French usually plant the tree with it arr imply can't get roots in a tub, so to be able to UoWntown to-day, and there ai sev keep it fresh till Now Yea Day eral things I have forgotten. 1 didn’t when it is plundered re ‘ : exactly forget them, but here comes n England the fist Christmas trees 1. present from e svilliger Were AAC DTIC ‘pal CR: present from Mami williger, James. This was the time when Jet reaching me in time, of course; the Prince Consort marriod I Wave to get her something.” Victoria. Ie introduced the tron int 7 a uy 1 Yh, all right? said A re other festivities, and very quickly was ab aaah 8 the tse of it adopted } t Writ Ration, both hom nd ove s your Aunt Hettle sends me About the shawl, and you know she ame tine the usage Ran to be 1 y the t ex the very sight of me, and #0 States, though te f mm have to send her something, too." grants from Murope tut maintained Anything else?” asked Mr, Jarr. their old Christmas customs, Hum, let me sed"? sald Mrs, Jae, I THE KIDDIE CARTOONIST LY Ly Alarge S-2 small C - you say "Thats a rather queer array.” About the letiers these rzarks rake. Every one and great pains lake Above the S roa ted 72@a TY the C Copy each: reark carefully Now some parts reuesé be blackened itz Lhardly cate suppress 2 OPIN - Reverse =-Sce Sizre t Claus - ii ‘ Ticats SESE Kk z¢ Che S-C stood for Cope. 1922 (M. ¥. Eve World) Prams Pub Co By Maurice Ketten = CHRISTMAS EVE: WE'LL LIGHT THE TREE AND —— HANG OuR PRE ) He FRESERTS ITS TOO BULKY To HANG ON The Jarr Family By Roy L. McCardell. CAN Be B (T World) “Tha Publish n't gotten anything from Mrs, Kittingly yet, but 1 mot her this morning and she was SO very sweet. Would you take that us a good of bad sign? “Why, I don't know,’ suid Mr. Jarr, “but [ should say tt was a good ten?” 1 am not so sure about that,” said Mrs. Jarr musingly. ‘Mrs, Kittingly is such a cat one can't tell whether being so sweet is to offset the fact that she doesn’t intend to send me anything, or does jt mean, ‘I've sent you now you send me something!’ "* “Well, what do you want me to get for her?” asked Mr. Jarr “That's Just what's worrying mi said Mrs. Jarr petulantly. ‘af she's got me something expensive, T've got to get her something expensive, an: if she's got me something cheap, then I only need to get her something cheap “IN see what 1 can find for her d get it,’ ventured Mr. Ja pre ng to depart. “No, you are not!" said Mrs. Jarr sharply “Il know how you are You'll pay some terrible price for rome han teore thing for that womsa “Suppose I get her nothing till you find out what she sends you, as that seems to be your greatest concern? Mr. Jarr. ‘I'll just get the handkerchief box for Mamie linger and the writing paper perfume for Aunt Hettie."’ All ht.’ sald Mra, Jarr. “Tt i can’t get any perfumed writing ‘oer buy a bottle of cheap cologne apd saturate the blotting paper that ways comes with those boxes of funcy writing paper.’ ‘All right, then,” “give me the money replied Mr. Jarr, “The what’ asked Mra, Jarr, tn great surprise “The money,”’ Mr. Jarr “You've taken every cent I have ex * a dollar.’’ Well, isn't a dollar enough for you?’ asked Mrs, Jarr, “Christmas only a few days off!’ “But I won't be able to buy the handkerchief box and the writing paper and the cologne with » dollar,” r Mr. Sarr. nh, well, never mind about it,’ re 1 Mrs. Jarr, “I'll rin downtow: the day after Christmas, when every- thing like that will be on the counters for almost they’ think I fore Christmas