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" 'Knowing that my niece Doro
thy he read, 'who has been butter
fingered from birth, will inevitably
break my blue china teapot within a
few weeks at most, I have hidden my
last will therein. If her -husband, Mr.
Enfield, destroys this will without
carrying out its provisions, the bulk
of my property is to go to the Par
rot ass'n of Boston, founded by my
self. But if the said Charles Enfield
is honest enough to comply with the
instructions in my will, the whole of
my remaining property is to go to
Dorothy flung her arms around her
husband's neck. "Dear Aunt Jeru
sha!" she cried.
"FLAPPER" HAS HER MIND ON
By Betty Brown
The "flapper" is giving moments
of solemn thought to her new spring
frock, the frock that is to take the
place of the tailored winter- suit that
is beginning to show signs of usage.
Although she is almost a "grown
up" the "flapper" still affects frocks
of girlish design, and it is this sug
gestion of school girlishness that
gives charm to the "flapper" gown
which Mme. Marguerite of the Fash
ion Art League of America has de
signed for the spring season.
It is made of taffeta, though light
weight serge or gabardine may be
used with good results, and the
shade is just a shade lighter than
navy blue. The deep yoke with its
Wall of Troy scallops is Scotch
The short, round waist is slightly
gathered at the waist line, where pip
ings of plaid voile simulate a belt.
Quaint as the full waist is, the
skirt is so wide that it suggests hoop
skirts, the narrow ruffle set uneven
ly is another reminder of the 1860
envelope flap and the long, narrow
sleeves are advance ideas in sleeves
COUNTRY TOWN SPECIALS
A certain party in the North End
better quit washin' his socks in the
postoffice horse trough.
It is generally thought Bill Hod
kins spent a fortune on his worthless
son. 'Taint so the son did the
Sheriff Willsy oughta be more se
vere with his criminals. He ast a
bum 'tother night if he left him off
this time would he stop the booze.
The bum says sure he would, an' in
the same breath promised t' drink t'
the sheriff's health. ,
Mr. and Mrs. Ned Nagger has been
scrappin' again. It is rumored about ,
that they have agreed t' separate.
That's the first thing the Naggers
has ever agreed on. So "her's to 'em.
Bill Hicks, the village wit, entered
Person's lunchroom the other night
and ordered a twenty-pound steak.
"We ain't got none," says Person. "I
heard the cook pound my steak
twenty times 'tolher night," saya
Bill, 't' make it tender."