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// the Doctors Operated on Father After Christmas They Wouldn't Find a Penny Left in Him £7 /7 The Girl, the World and the Devil MISS PATTERSON aerdi no In troduction to the renders of thU newspaper aa one of the 'oremoat woman newspaper vrrlt ***"■ of the day. Aa ahe has achieved her sncceaa entirely un aided through 30 yearn of devo tion to her work, one could hardly choose a more efficient peraon to Instruct nnd advtae a girl who la going out Into the world to earn her own living. And incidentally Mlaa Pntteraon virtually tella her own working life story.—EDI TOR. Ry ADA PATTERSON Y ou are 17 and you must find work * to live, it is a commonplace sit uation to every one save you, you and your mother, who, if she is wise and tender, lies awake many a night I agonizing over It. Tou are the fifth girl. One of every five girls In the United States works for her own living, and. In greater or less degree, helps others to live. So you see you are not alone. You are. In fact, quite usual. You must earn your living, and T. who have earned mine for 20 years, write this because I want to help you. Of course, in twice 10 years of earning my rent, my food, my clothing, thai with which to pay my doctors and dentists, and my savings fund for that time when I will be able to earn less than I do today, perhaps less than you will tomorrow, I have learned some truths about the girl who wants to get on and who does. MOST IMPORTANT Are you surprised to learn that most Important is what you think about It? No, not what others think about you or what you are planning to do. what you yourself think about it. What Is the difference between the persons you like and those you dislike? It Is what they think about things. Isn't it? Think that over, for It is true. What we think about any thing is our attitude toward it and al] Important is attitude. Our thoughts are our character, and, believe me. dear little Miss Seventeen, upon char acter rather than brains depends suc cess. Pturdlness. inability to be beaten, hopefulness, belief In the best, these are our character because they are our thoughts. Yes. it is most Im portant what you think about this work finding and living making. Think your own thoughts about It and see that they are right thoughts. What your mother thinks about it. She is terrified and really thinks that the world out beyond your cur tain shades Is a place of carnage, of awful, death dealing battle. It Isn't quite that. Take my word. I have been In It for 20 years. Not what Mrs. Brown who lives around the corner thinks about it. Her's are thoughts of dark suspicion. Out In that world, Mrs. Brown believes every man has cloven hoofs and every woman a hard heart. Don't accept Mrs. Brown's thoughts. Look lug at the world through a crack In the parlor shutters, her vision is narrow. The business world isn't hades, though In acute moments its temperature resembles it. The busi ness world, on the whole, corre sponds fairly with the family and neighborhood and friendship circle. You will find about the same ratio of good and bad traits In the folk you meet. Working for your living Is not a sinister girl trap, nor it is a heavenly state. Like the family and friends, it has its good and bad points. NOT AN IDE*I, PLACE The business world is neither" an Ideal place nor an Impossible one. It : is a place to sell goods, and you have goods to sell. That Is what being a business girl means. The business world Is a market place or a shop window. Stop at the next market place, or pause at the next shop window you pass, and study :t. The man who has something to sell has placed his goods there and ar ranged it in as attractive a way as he can. That is what you must do. You have to sell som e ability or tal ent. Perhaps you sing. Perhaps you "take shorthand." PerhJips you sit on a high stood and add long columns of figures and make them balance. Perhaps you cook or scrub. "Show you best goods," says the merchant. "Do your best work," say L The world wants good work and will pay for it. Don't sentimentalize. Leave your emotions at home. Go clear eyed and calm pulsed to market. You have something to sell. Make your sales. Polish your goods. Sell them. Those are the right thoughts about business life. Minn Pattemonn' next article will be on -How to <irt Work." Shoes and Comfy Slipper* for Men, Women and Children Clove and Merchandise Orders Issued See Regular Ad on Page 3 f 5 The Call's Magazine and Fiction Page In the Web of a Woman's Smile I KNOW a girl with a SMILE. From her crisp metallic hair to the straps of her slippers she is what folks call "comely." But it isn't the crinkle in her hair, nor the white column of her neck, nor any of these fortunate things—small ears and a beautifully turned wrist and a head with real ideas in it and a warm heart—that calls men to her like yellow jackets to a honey jar "She has such blue eyes," offered one chap. But there are miles of girls with blue-bluer eyes! "Her hair is so gold." But the girls with "golder" hair who are prettier than she would make a glittering girdle around the world! Only one chap confesses: "I don't know what it is. but WHATEVER IT IS, and whatever you are—man, woman or little kid—you answer right up to it and bring your heart on a platter!" It's her smile! She is one of those women with a SMILE. All the angels in Paradise get out their songbooks and begin when she THEIR MARRIED LIFE y ORA, Mr. Curtis has Just Ml phoned that his sister and her husband are In town and are coming- here to dinner. Now you can keep those chops for tomorrow, and m phone lor a chicken. How about the vegetables?" "I guess there's enough of that spin ach for four, mam. I'll see," looking in the Icebox. "No, don't cook the spinach. I'll order tomatoes, and you can stuff them. They'll be much nicer than spinach. That soup stock will keep, and I'll get some clams. We'll have clam broth ln the bullion cups." "There ain't milk enough, mam— here's ail that's left." "Yes, I'll order a half pint of cream, you can use some of it in the potatoes. Now, is that all? Have we enough salad V It she had only known this morning that they were coming! Warren's sister had not dined with them slnoe they returned from abroad, and Helen was particularly anxious to have a well prepared and well served dinner. Carrie was not only disconcertingly critical, but she was an excellent housekeeper, who prided herself on her table. So Helen was determined tha tevery detail of this dinner should be flawless. When she had telephoned the order she looked over the silver to be sure that none of it needed cleaning, got out the best tablecloth and napkins and handsomest centerpiece. SHE ARRIVES EARLY Warren had phoned that Carrie, who had come In to do some Christ mas shopping, would be up after the stores closed, about half past six. But that dinner, at 7, the regular time, would be early enough, as they were not going back until the 10:30 train. However, to Helen's dismay, It was not quite 6 when Carrie came. Nora received her, and Helen finished dressing In nervous haste. "I know I'm early," apologetically, "but they've changed the time table and we'll have to catch that 7:50 train. There's nothing after than un til after 11. If you can let us have dinner at half past six that will give us plenty of time." Dinner In half an hour! Helen knew that nothing: was ready and that Nora always grot flustered If she had to hurry. „ , . "I Just phoned Warren about the change; he and Fred will be here in a few minutes. I hope it won't put you out any, but we really must catch that train." "Oh, of course. I'll go right out and tell Nora." The kitchen was hot and full of smoke > and Nora was down on her knees basting- the chicken. Bhe raised her flushed face with an Indig nant protest. "You said dinner at 7, ma'am, and I can't have It no sooner." "Nora, we MUST—They've got to catch that train! I'll help you! Never mind the anchovy relish, we'll let them begin with the soup. I'll cut the bread and fix the celery. Is this the butter for the table?" With her face ajmost as flushed as Nora's, Helen flew about the hot kitchen, and back and forth to the dining room. After all the trouble she had taken to have everything "Just right"—and now nothing would be served properly ln this hurry and confusion. Carrie never dined with them but that something went wrong, she re flected bitterly. WARREN UNREASONABLE She was just swinging through the pantry door with . the celery and olives when she bumped into Warren, whom she had heard come in with Fred a few moments before. "See here," frownlngly, "It's half past six! They'll have to leave here ln 40 minutes to make that 7:50." "We're hurrying all we can." re torted Helen. "I told Carrie I'd have it at half past, and we've got three minutes yet," glancing at the kitchen clock. "Now please, dear, don't stand there and glower. Tou're only in the way and you'll make us both nerv ous." But It was several minutes after half past before Helen, flushed and disconcerted with her exertions in the hot kitchen, gave a last nervous glance at the table and told them to come ln to dinner. It was not until they were seated that she noticed Nora had put down the teaspoons instead of the bouillon spoons, an annoying mistake, as Helen was especially proud of her silver. And to add further to her discomfort, the clam broth, which Nora usualy made bo delicious, was ' scorched. . „ ,c< * yrt * >t - im - lnt ' n " t>on " Ncw * does smile. The sullen little kid can't hold out against it to save his slim little stem of a neck. The woman who is overfond of masculine camaraderie and sniffs at the friendship of her own soft sex, who is tinctured with the bitterness of envy of all fair women, flops right over into the choir that sings her praises after 'bout half a dozen smiles. All childhood wreaths its arms 'round her waist and its heart about her image when she stops and smiles. But MAN —the grouch iest one of them all—glows like a kitten in the sunshine when her eyes crinkle and the red of her mouth curls away from the snow of her teeth; the bashfulest one spreads the gay wings of his fancy tinder the warmth of her laugh like a grateful butterfly under the sun; it's her smile! It's as real as the color on the cheek of a pecah—it's as soft as a sigh—as luring as the last plucked string of a harp—as tender as a California valley in blossom time! Sometimes when I look "May I have a napkin?" asked Carrie. A startled glance around and Helen saw that there was not a napkin on the table! In their hurry both she and Nora had overlooked them. "It's our fault for hurrying you," apologized Fred. "I told Carrie if Iwe couldn't como at the time set— j we should go to a restaurant." "Xonsense," protested Warren cor dially. "A matter of half an hour one way or the other makes no differ ence. Have you runs;?" frowning at Helen. "They've no time to waste." "Yes, dear, I've rung twice," again pressing the bell under the table. But as Nora did not appear, Helen rose with a murmur. ■ "If you'll excuse me, I'd better go help her. Nora usually serves beau tifully, but she does get a little flustered when she's hurried." Carrie's critical silence seemed to Imply that her servants were trained never to get flustered. The chicken and vegetable* were finally served, but Helen had to keep Jumping up. She remembered the last perfectly appointed dinner they had had at Carrie's at which Carrie had not given a word of Instruction to the maid, much less left the table. "Oh, ma'am, I forgot the cran berries," whispered Nora. "Is it too late?" Helen turned to Carrie, "Would you like some cranberries?" "No, thank you." Icily, 'Tin quits through." "Take the plates then, Nora, and bring the salad—quickly as you can." Helen, who could never eat fast, had hardly touched her dinner, and kind hearted Fred protested. "You've not eaten anything. Don't let u» hurry you, keep your plate and have your salad later. It's a shame to upset you all." "What time is it? Had we better wait tor salad?" asked Carrie. Warren glanoed at his watch. "Ten minutes after—oceans of time." But when the library clock atruck the quarter hour, Carrie rose with a decided, "I'd better get on my things. I don't relish the Idea of missing that train and having to wait until 12." "I'm sorry you have to hurry so," murmured Helen, following her Into the dressing room. "Yes, this changing of time tables Is most provoking. But we'll soon be in town now. .We woulda t have stayed so late, but Fred wanted to spend Thanksgiving in the country. May I have one of these hairpins?" Carrie may have hurried through her dinner, but she was most daliber ate about arranging her hair and put ting on her hat and veil. "Ready?" called Fred. "We've not as much time as I thought." As they waited in the hall for the elevator, Carrie said stiffly: "When we get back in town you must come and have dinner with us." "Yes, we will," murmured Helen, quite as stiffly. "Well, that was some rush," grum bled Warren as the elevator door closed after them. "Oh, it was a shame." bewailed Helen. "All that nice dinner —and nobody enjoyed it!" "I'm going to have some coffee nnd cheese now," and Warren sat lown again at the table. "Won't you have a little bite of chicken, ma'am?" asked Nora solicit ously. "You didn't eat a thing." Although Helen protested that she could not eat now, Nora brought her some chicken and the stuffed tomato which she had not touched. "Oh, everything went wrong." Helen was leaning wearily on the table. "Every time Carrie comes something unpleasant has to happen." "All your own fault. The dinner would have been all right if you hadn't got rattled. If that had been Carrie —well, she could serve dinner half an hour early without getting all fussed up." It was true that Carrie never got flustered, and It was this calm supe- That Wonderful Event \V> JF" THERE U a time above all times when a 1 l/>JoXy<A * waman should to In p«rf act physical condition 1 f j /YJ tt Is the time previous to the ostalng el her babe. I «•> -// \1 Dart&f this period many maman, suffer from headache. I Xf \J alosplaamsii. pain* of various description, poor appetite. 1 \wmmX:.mWMmlmVmmUM>tmmimm\ and • heat of other aiitnenti which should he ahailnsted in g Jastioa to the new Ufa about to be ushered into this world. g dr. fierce-s FAVORITE PRESCRIPTION Is a adsnttftc medicine carefully compounded by an experienced and skillful physician, and adapted tb toe needs and requirements'of woman's delicate system. It has bean rtemmmswaen far ever ierty years as a remedy tor thos* pacuUar ailments whisk make their appearance during; "toe expectant" parted. M«ttotoaiamadeeaaier by Hsurn. Thousand* of woman have bean hanentoTkythl* great medicine. Ymwdwgf^aig can send I .^hero*nvilld»^H»S*a3 *Surgkal InsUtataTßunaio 1 | Hfi " ■» n rTr~ , ™ ,, * r ™' l ' l ' ll '' ■■' ' ■ . B It I* your prtotiodg* to mrita fb Dr. Pttrct for advice, and it will be gladly 1 given true of chary. Of count all communications an confidential. 1 straight into the amazing marvel of her soft, soft smile the world grows dim and fades, and before the dearness of her face a web grows —a golden rainbowed web—and it rays out from the smile of her mouth in a thousand gossamer threads. And, caught by the wings and toes, and tummy and nose, are countless little pink LOVES— struggling and thrashing, caught coming for honey—blinded by the great light of her smile—giddy with its beauty! THIS isn't like it. I must "scratch for a living aeons longer to be able to put it on plain white Bristol board. If it WAS like it you'd be tangled up in this web also, my friend. How do you smile? Have you ever thought to look? Maybe you have a great one if you'd let it come oftener. Everybody can't entangle the world with the smiles of their mouth—but they draw closer all human kind — smiles do. —NELL BRINKLEX A Change in the Suburban Time Table Spoils Helen's Carefully Prepared Dinner riority of his sister that Helen so re sented. "Didn't the lady leave this, ma'am?" Nora held up a small package she had found on the hall table. HELEN SYMPATHETIC "Oh, that's TOO bad," exclaimed Helen. "That's something Carrie bought today, and she wants it I'm sure, or she would have it sent." "Mall it to her in the morning. Be sure it's nothing that'll break." They had Just gone into the library when the 'phone rang, and Warren answered It. "Hello. Oh, I say that's rotten luck! Why, you left here in time! Yes, you've got to walk a mile ln those blamed stations after you get there. Tell Carrie it's here and we'll mail it to her tomorrow. Sure, go to the theater! Plenty of vaudeville houses around there. All right—so long." "But how COULD they miss it?" cried Helen when he turned from the phone. "You said they'd have plenty of time." "Seems they didn't," with a shrug. "Had to wait for a car. Suppose they'll go to some show and not hang around there three hours. But he said Carrie was furious and didn't want to go anywhere. I'll wager she's blessing you, all right, for not having dinner earlier." "The Family Cupboard" The continuation of that . sensational serial will be found on the comic cartoon page. BY NELL BRINKLEY Certainly Beautiful They were talking about missing the connection in grasping the other fellow's Idea, and the frequency with which it happens, the other day when Senator Cummins of lowa related an incident of the far west. Some time ago a preacher from the east was traveling through the Rocky mountains, when he chanced to be thrown into the society of a native who thoughtlessly used enough ex pletive eloquence to make things glow like an artistic sunset. "Well, stranger," remarked the na tive with a genial smile, "now that you have looked about a bit, what strikes you the most?" "Your blasphemy, sir," answered the preacher, with a reproving glance at the native. "I can't recall anything to compare with It." are, stranger!** answered the native, his face brightening with a pleased smile. "When It cornea to blasphemy there ain't none purtier than you'll find right here in this sec tion." The one best gift This Set of Columbia Double-Disc Records $4.55 The Sextette from "Lucia" sung by the Columbia Italian Opera Company, and another grand opera number band on the reverse side; a series of four full orchestra and concert band numbers, an operatic overture, a famous classic, a violin solo and a betwitching instrumental trio. Or your own selections to the same value can be supplied. Grafonolas from $25 to $500. Graphophones from $17.50 to $65. On easy terms of payment. IMPORTANT NOTICE /^jgjjtX AH Columbia records will play on Victor talking ma- ItU wtßm \ chines. Likewise all Columbia Grafonolaa will play |l i f Victor records. \ mmW &MW I I'hls Ideal record act mentioned above may be beard at the stores liated below : N s jh| > <b«J/^ Central Phonograph Parlors 388 12th St- Oakland G. A. Elnselen Jr 3285 Mission St., San Francisco ~._.„ ... . . „. ( 2385 Mission St., San Franciaco Mission Phonograph and Piano t0. 1505 , , wth M<a S-B FranciHel , ( 2364 Mission St.. San Fraoeiaco I.ubbe Brotbera -s 1-436 Fillmore St., San Franciaco ( 1911 Saa Pablo Aye., Oakland Tbe Emporium San Franciaco Clark Wise A Co 61 Geary St.. San Francisco Kahn's Oakland Columbia Graphophone Co. 334 Sutter Street, S. F. The Manicure Lady WILLIAM F. KIRK JU "3T finished a new novel which I ain't been out long," said the Manicure Lady. "There ain't nothing to it except that it is kind of raw tn spots, like most of the new stuff that I have read lately. Outside of the raw spots, there ain't nothing to it, and I would Just as soon read the year book of the department of agriculture. The more I see of books like that the more I like to read the old masters, like Charles Thackery and Sir "Walter Dickens and Marie CoreUL Them was the days when good novels was wrote." "It's been a long time since I have read a novel," said the Head Barber. "I don't see what makes you read them." *T read them because I am all the time hoping to find a good one," ex plained the Manicure Lady. "If a girl didn't read nothing to improve her mind, George, all she would know inside of a year would be slang and the latest stage jokes. I seen some of them jokes ln the Sunday paper under the heading, 'What Broadway Is Laughing About,' and after I had read them I was telling mother that the heading should have been 'What Is Broadway Laughing About?* Just a lot of mush, like the novels I was telling about." "My wife showed me a story about Japan in one of the magazines last month," said the Head Barber. "I don't see how the author got by with out a jail sentence. And then they say the world is getting better." "I gat a notion to write a novel myself," said the Manicure Lady. "I trot a plan in my head, too. and the heroine of my novel would be a girl In this manicure game. I wouldn't write no novel unless I knew all about what I was writing, and if there is any angle to this game that I haven't saw, the scene must be laid In some foreign country. "You couldn't write no novel," de clared the Head Barber. "Maybe in your limited Judgment I couldn't write nothing," snapped the Manicure Lady, "but I have Just took the notion into my head that I could write one, and I am going to try. "This Is the plot: A manicure lady like me, only far more beautiful and Just as Innocent, has took a position In a barber shop, and a young gent that owns a big estate in the country comes In to have his nails did and falls in love with her. He treats her Just like a princess, and asks her to marry him, and she marries him and they go to live on his estate. Tim ladles that go In his social circle is all more higher educated than thiß bride, and they give her the freeze every time they get a chance. The girl stands It for a while, and then she can't stand it no more, and runs away all by herself. The young gent sells his estate and spends all the money trying to find her, and Just as he finds her he Is flat broke. But he says 'Never mind, dearest, my money Is gone but my heart beats Just as kind and true as it ever did.' Then she gets another Job as a mani cure girl, and she supports him and her both." "That made it kind of soft for him." ■aid the Head Barber. "That's the only part of the novel that I can't get to suit me," said the Manicure Lady. "I suppose I ought to have him fall heir to a fortune, because a gent sitting around Satur day afternoon waiting for his wife to come home with 15 bucks ain't what you could call a hero." ~But you ain't got her tangled up In no love affair," said the Head Barber. "No, George." declared the Mani cure Lady, "and she ain't going to be, not If I write the novel." "Then how do you expect it to sell?" asked the Head Barber. "1 thought It might soil better than the other late novela," explained the Manicure Lady, "on account of It be ing so different."