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TODD'S LITTLE TICKET
A little ticket, just a slip of pasteboard, created more human interest at
the National Popular Government League's recent convention in Washing
ton than anything else, excepting possibly a suffragist's heckling of Bryan.
It will interest-you, too; for it meant a lot.
A. M. Todd of Kalamazoo bought it in Switzerland for $27. Todd was
over studying the initiative and referendum. Todd wanted to travel through
out the cantons; to go by rail and and also by boat. He wanted to be spared
the bother of buying a new ticket every time he started for the next place.
So Todd went to the government-owned railroad; to the costliest-per-mile
roadbed in the world costliest, because of two great, tunnels driven
through the granite heart of the Alps and said:
"I want a wholesale price."
And they made him one $27 for 42 days, the ticket good on any Swiss
conveyance and good as many times within that period as Todd wanted to
use it he might have traveled 42 days and 42 nights!
The Swiss railroads are good roads. They give a good service. They
also give a cheap service. And they serve the public first no banker es
tablishment, no underwriting graft; no inside ring buying up scrap-iron
feeders and selling it at a big profit to themselves as officers and directors;
and, naturally, no doubtful securities or trouble to get funds when the road
needs fixing up.
Todd didn't go to New Zealand, else he might have told how the rail
ioads there make healthful suburbs and give low fares, to get the folks out
from beneath the dangers of congested cities; or how they carry school
children free (those who do faithful work and get good marks) ; or how the
purpose of the railroad isn't to make a set of bankers rich, but to make the
whole population as happy as it can.
But just his little Swiss ticket counted some. It set more minds to
ARE YOU GOING TO WEAR A
PURPLE FACE THIS YEAR?
You never saw a Purple Girl,
But you may hope to see one.
And, if you follow Fashion's whirl
Perhaps you're going to BE one!
For in Paris the Purple Girl is the
rage just now, the girl whose face,
even to the tip of her retrousse nose,
is plastered with a deep violet, almost
a royal purple, powder.
The powder Is laid thickly over the
face and throat and the excuse for
this strange freak is that it makes a
better background for the pearls, real
or manufactured, which are worn
everywhere and at all hours this year.
A craze which rivals the purple pow
der mania is that which insists upon
a wig to match each gown. Former
ly, if a woman discovered that a-
gown admired in a show window was
unbecoming to her type or complex
ion, she did not buy it. Now she has
it sent home and adapts herself to its
color scheme by wearing a harmon
Dispatches from Paris say that
you may meet a woman acquaint
ance one day with powdered hair,
black eyebrows and a primrose, skin
and the next fail to recognize her
in the person with the camelia-white
face, the hennaed hair and the ver
milion lips who greets you at an
Duke de 1 allyrand Perigord's .
American wife has saved his seven
pipes and ivory back-scratcher from
his creditors. There's a warning,
girls. Look what you might have to
do if you marry a title.
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