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/Iftac^m e *sN **aA • iar "Lariat hail ' Trip Reveals Splendor or Canadian Re-1-' ~y iJ; 1 3,-\NFF AMO r«£ 5AISFF r -V.'VC'S H07£L - . r, ' . V n V*. •' fc. «_. * . . . . • •*' •• i V'<)~*w\ I (*«» The majestic grandeur of the Cana dian Rockies in the vicinity of Banff and Lake Louise can be seen from opcr observation cars on the railway, but during the approaching summer r; -s tr* this region will oe able to u »r tlm-ugh the more remote val lev, - -id by wr.ys ai d see the Rockies vi the "Lariat Trail." a scenic road t . vjugh the mono talus, riding In •j, °u motor busses, for the American l.ypress Company, in conjunction w • b the Canadian Pacific Railway. I - i..st!‘::tcd fdr the benefit of those v.-bo like to ‘ravel, but who prefer to have their sight-seeing arrangements made for them a series of escorted tours leaving Chicago every Saturday night from June 29 to August 24.’in clusive, via the Soo Line and the Canadian Pacific Railway. These escorted tours are of 14 days duration and they take in Lake Louise, the pearl of the Rockies, probably the most perfect bit of scenery in the wotid: Banff, the capital of Rock7 ' Mountains National Park, in a mag nificent Alpine setting at the confiu | ence of the Bow and Spray Rivers. I where the tourist can play golf, fish, } swim m hot sulphur peels, dance, j play tennis, ride horseback and enjoy : himself In countless other ways; j Radium Rot Springs Eungalow Camp. I set In a oeautiful Alpine location, and many other places of Interest ! vhere .he ourlst >an enjoy his favor lte outdoor sport under Idea] condi tions. All the traveling from Band through to Golden, B. C.. a typical mountain village tucked away amidst towering peaks and situated at the confluence of the Columbia and Kick • tng Horse Rivers. Is done by motor coach over the “Lariat Trail." ana spots visited include not only the above-mentioned places but Emeratc Lake, one of the most 'beautiful lakes in this region. Yoho Park, wr.ere Takakkaw Falls, higher than Niagara drop 1.200 feet from a mount.'in ’.op is one of the world's grea test r‘ ? grounds. The Great Piv^r n. u.ua the boundary line between and British Columbia Is also on r'.ie program of worth-while places visited HOOVER’S HOME ECONOMY. 89 YEARS, 89 MILLION. KAHN LOSES TITTA RUFFO. FOCH IS DEAD. Presdent Hoover, believing that economy should begin at home, will put the Presidential yacht Mavflower out oi commission. The President will do his yachting in a rowboat when fishing. The coun try will save $300,000 a year, and 148 sailors that have wasted their time on the Mayflower will be as signed to new naval vessels. The Mayflower has been added tv. the cost of maintaining a Presi dent ever since the days of Theo dore Roosevelt, and President lioover’s determination to discon tinue a thoroughly undemocratic arrangement will be generally ap preciated. The people would not grudge a *ood President any comfort or luxury But a $300,000 yacht tacked ofi to a $75,000 salary seems fan tastic. _ George F. Baker, dean ot Amer cr.n bankers, ruler of the gigantic First Xational of New York, which is one of his minor possessions, has celebrated his eighty-ninth birthday. For every year that he has lived, Mr Baker has given at least a million dollars to education and other good purposes. Everybody wishes him many «r.ure years to get and give. Since the people do not yet know enough to develop their own sources and supply what they need, it is fortunate that they have y.*ch men* as Baker, Rockefeller tnu others to show them how. s>to R Kahn, protector of •ir*. opera, learns that his enemy v. •. t talking moving picture. That i d't surprise him as much as it >-;se'1 the seventy*f.oot dino« ,-ir. wher the -ats ate them. 'letro-Goidwyn-Mayer have tak en ,'-tu R'.fro from. Mr. Kahn’s Metropolitan Opera to sing for the n:ov cs, and it was as simoic “as taking candy from a child" Mi. Ruffo sings ten times before a recording machine and is t>a:d $350000, or $35,000 for each short sinning period. Fv^n the Metropolitan’s diamond 'horseshoe cannot compete with .tin*. Ma Hk'.Vii is dc»i Farewell »o ;« great v~.ntio». a true man. Hi i»as gone a -n v*tcn lu£ wages- -a name that «;h avt 13 history and the Cterafe , ' ;»l his COU» In command of all the allied irmies, he ha H'.OOO.UOO men un Icr his coir.r:, ' d. by far the great est army gathered together smce n»n fi-st began wholesale killing. And ins motto, that every man ihould adopt, was: ‘iHc Or FENS1VE ALWAYS." Allons, "Let us go," was the last word uttered bv Marshall * och. it is the first word of the French na tional hymn that he heard so often, the hymn to which the Revolution ary so.ldiers marched from the south of France into Paris. All', ns eti fonts de la patrie" etc. The last words of great men, pi ously collected, have little value. The great men probably did not know what they were saying. Me hr Ucht "more light,” were the last words of Goethe. , , Frederick the Great's l*st words are supposed to be tete d’armee, "hfead of the army.” He often spoke French in preference to German. Pitt, whose genius kept Napoleon out of England, said as he died, “My country, how I leave thee.” He was worried about the future. What a man does while he lives is more important than what he says when he dies. By Fanrir Sftiiih. One <ven»ua *01*7 t,I;:e V.'* Rabbit family were eating an t .*• ing. Mother Rabbit held jne w of attention as she began "Father, I was over to see x Squirrel the other day and six been having a terrible time w*ih her youngest child, he acted a lie. "So?” exclaimed Brer Rabbit in SU“Yes/’ - went—-on-Mrs. Rabbit. “She put some cup custard out to cool and somebody ate it. Ut course she didn’t want to accuse her little Jimmy, but-she. knew he must have had something to ao wnth it. Even if he didn t take the custard, he knew who did. She telt that he had acted'a lie.” All this time Billie Bunny was shuffling in his seat, „ "Of course I’m not a detective, said Mrs. Rabbit, “bjit I believe someone took your pipe from tinder the table the other day and you had a smoke. Now, whoever did that, has a speck of dirt on the end oi BilHe^ook his napkin and rubbed his nose. . , . . . r. Mother Rabbit looked at him in surprise and said: ‘T thought 1 told; you not to tell your father where his pipe was.” "I felt so sorry tor him that I just couldn’t help putting the pipe v.here he could have a short smoke, whinnied Billie. Then he added. “But, Mother, how did you know Father had a smoke?’’ "Easy enough, my dear, the pipe was warm when I gave it to your' ’father and I remembered you were the only one who knew where the pipe was.” "OH!” sighed Billie. I i First Installment CHAPTER I. What’s the Use? Grandmother Page refused to budge. I turned her over again, but there was no sign of life. I squirted gaso line into her cylinders, but she didn t seem to care for it. As you may have surmised, Grand mother Page is a relation of mine only by adoption and purchase. She origi nally was created and assembled b> tlie Page Motor Company of Detroit, but that was so long ago that her years fully entitle her to the title of “Grandmother.” She has had s hard life, too. For four years she has been going nearly everywhere that I go, and for a long time before that she was the traveling companion of a suburban real-estate man who could sell gold bricks to la *r miners. I suspect that he taught ei some of her deceitful tricks, it must have been from him that stir got her love of the country. She •eve’s in green fields and running srooks and sand-banks and mud-holes. Whenever she finds one she always wants to stay there all day. The far ther it is from the city the better she likes it. I personally am fonder of the city, and v-rien she decides to remain all r:k‘‘< OV some road fourteen or fifteen miles from anywhere I have some times walked home rather than share the sylvan solitudes with her. Under my breath I murmured: “Durn you, Grandmother, and hit the engine a vindictive tap with a monkey wrench'. “Maybe there is no gasoline m the magneto,” suggested Sfaryella, who had watched my struggle from the front seat. 1 made no reply. When some one vgins offering me suggestions after I ho. uied every known trick on a f^j.eu motor I find that the only way i > preserve my ’•eputation as a gentle-, also why I followed her through the dusk that was part twilight’and part gathering rainstorm. “Listen, Maryella,” I called after her. “Be reasonable.” No response. “You can’t walk all the way home. It’s ten miles.’’ “I’d probably have to walk any way,’’ she observed dispassionately, “so I might as well get started before dark.” „ • . That remark about walking home anyway was the crowning insult to me and Grandmother Page. It hurt the m ,re because it was probably true. I turned back angrily. She trudged on. .. wouldn’t go at all.” “Did she?” I murmured politely. “I didn’t know that she was inter* ested.” “Maybe we had better wait, I/', sug gested, “until you get started, and fol low you into town. Then if anything goes wrong we can pick you up along the road." . . “Please don’t,” I urged, with just a shade of feeling showing ir. my voice. “Just as you say, old top. I’d l:kt awfully well to help you if I covtd.” He got back into his car and insu. -d us once more with the subdued but efficient purr of his electric sla.uer. Then waving at me airily’, he turn 1 about and disappeared in a cloud c: Maryella Watching the Struggle from the Front Seat of Grandmother Page Down the road came a purring mo tor. I had hardly expected a car to pass that way. I had purposely chosen a back-country road for my drive with Maiyella that day. This machine was coming from town. I looked at a turn of the road around which it would presently ap pear. Maybe it was a friend of mine. The car rounded the ram. I swore under my breath. It was the racing runabout belong ing to Jim Cooper. No situation that 1 could imagine would please him dust toward the city. I sat by the roadside and told my self that I was probably one of the seven worst “fussers” in the United States and the Dominion of Canada. I had played my game like a fifteen jeweled boob. The first rule for mak ing a girl eat out of your hand is never to let her know when you get mad. The second Is not to be sorry if you do. I had a blow-out in bo*W rules. * . While I sat there it began to drizzle, but I tbougbt tfiO Uttle of myself V. man Is to keep absolutely silent Even^Maryella, whom I have been trying for two years to persuade to become Mrs. Tom Bilbeck, can draw fire from me on such a dynamic occa sion. “We’ve got to get home, Tern, she fretted. "There’s a rehearsal of ‘Pyg malion and Galatea’ to-night, and if we’re away they can't do a thing.” No, reader, we are not actors. I am positive of that. Our stage-work re ceives mention only in the society col umn. We perform for charity before people who have to like us because we represent such worthy causes. When ever the Social Settlement sends up a yell for funds we spend about a thou sand dollars’ worth of time enticing five hundred people to part with fifty cents each to hear us forget our lines. When Belgium needs bread or the Fiji Islanders run out of pants, who comes to the rescue regardless of con sequences? The Sheridan Dramatic Club! And now we were doing “Pyg malion and Galatea’’ for the Old Sol diers’ Home, which needed some new window-shades or an electric piano, I’ve forgotten which. “Besides,” continued Maryella, shiv ering slightly, “it’s getting colder, and I think I felt a drop of rain a minute ago.” "That being the case,” I observed sarcastically, “we’ll start.” “Let’s,” she encouraged. Grandmother Page and I repeated our justly celebrated repertoire of tricks, from adjusting the spark-coil to putting gasoline in our eve while lying prone under the tank. Each sep Jrate adjustment was preceded and oil owed by reducing-exercises with the starttDg-crank. “Jim Cooper has a self-starter on bis car.” Maryella observed sympa thetically while I was trying to catch my oream. “Then whv,” I Inquired in icy ex asperation that 1 regretted Instantly. *Vhy don’t you marry Jim Cooper, if you’re »o crazy about a self-starter?” "Ohl’’ exclaimed Maryella, Inartic ulate whh rage at mv remark. “You have no right to insult me like that 1” “I didn’t mean to insult you, dear.” I forgot Grandmother Page for the moment in my anxiety to square my self for mv tactical blunder. It was the wrong move. My very humility made her think that she really had been offended in some way, so she dabbed at her pretty eyes to see if she could scare up a tear. She could not That made her more ry, know one thing,” she stated, clambering out of the seat Til never ride in your old car again as long as ) Uvel” She started down the road. “I’ll walk home first!” Why are girls ot twenty so ador able—and why are men a few years older- such fools about them? The answer to that question may explain more *nd me less than tint in wUch we were placed. He pulled up alongside of Maryella, who had proceeded about two or three blocks before he arrived. After a short parley she got in beside him. I gnashed my teeth, but thanked Heaven that I would soon be alone to express my opinion on automo biles, nature, human beings and things in general. No such luck. The car was com ing on toward me. It pulled up alongsidt of Grandmother Page. ivfaryelia looked off across the fields on the other side of the road, but the driver got down from his seat and inspected Grandmother Page. ' 'What’s the matter? Won’t the en gine run?” Jim Cooper is the kind of a man who would ask a question like that. His sense of humor is very low, just above that of an anthropoid ape. When bromidioms were being passed around he took one of each. I’ll admit that he is rather a good looking chap. His hair just escapes being too blond and he has a wisp of a mustache such as you see on the men in the clothing advertisements. Nature did all she could for the outside, but let him go without filling in the place which was originally intended for a mind. Whatever people seem to be doing he does with out questioning whethe'r there is any sense in it. He plays golf because so many others seem to enjoy it, not from any love of the game. He is one of Maryella’s admirers for the same reason* Maybe I am prejudiced, but I can’t believe that he really appre ciates her adorableness. Maryella is flattered by his atten tion, not knowing what a small tribute it is. The fact that he asks her opinion on every move he makes, from changing brands of tooth-pow der to buying a summer home, caters to her love of power. “Are you sure you’ve got gasoline in the tank?” Jim Cooper continued his ruthless assault on the remaining shreds of my temper. "The trouble is in the spark,” I volunteered briefly, looking around for a weapon in case he should ask another question. “'Oh I Can I give you a lift home, old man? Of course, there isn’t an extra seat, but you could sit on the gasoline-tank at the rear. I think it will hold you.” He surveyed me doubtfully. A slight snicker from the lady in the car spurred me to a quick refusal. "No, thank you. I’ll have my car going in a few minutes.” "Okl Miss Waite told me it guv to more, to I didn’t. Instead t recollected with delightful pain how eminently desirable Maryella ua- a Slim and slender and cool-looking, she was obviously the handiwork of a beauty-loving god who wanted to show what he coula do. But she had eyes, dark ones, that came from no heavenly work-shop. In them there was a bit of temper, of daring and an invitation to come along that was irresistible. If a man must lose his head over a woman, Maryella’s type offers the ut most justification. If you had any curiosity and a wee bit of nerve, you made up your mind that you would have to find out whether to believe her eyes or the rest of her face. Up to that afternoon I had been do ing pretty well, too. Not having money in bales, I had started against Cooper with a considerable handicap. He worked short hours in his father’s of fice, which would eventually be his; while I plugged away for a salary—a good one, but nothing that would make the mint work overtime to keep up with me. There is no use concealing what my job is. A good many people know already from having seen my name signed at the bottom of a column of alleged humor which I conduct daily for a syndicate of newspapers. Any one who has read my stuff knows that I work hard for my money, especially when I write verse. • Besides my syndicate work I do . the big stories for the Daily Mr which is the principal morning pap f of our city, it is pleasant, because r do not have to be in the office co;.« stantly like a regular reporter. What they need me they send for me. Whors there is a big political convention or * disaster or a sensational murder I usually cover it I had been offered a job as war cop* respondent, but I declined. Just because Irvin S. Cobb got back with all hi* arms and legs attached is no sign that they wouldn't be able to hit the next fat man that went over. When I was thoroughly wet througn so that it didn’t make any difference what I did, I decided that I might as well start for home. It would be more comfortable to die of pneumonia in my own bed. So I got up and sloshed over to the car to get my coat, which I had laid aside when the contest be tween me and Grandmother began. Just by way of a passing expres sion of my feelings I gave the crank a turn. "Bang !*’ The engine started I stood in the rain a full minute longer relieving my mind before I mounted to my seat and steered Grand mother Page back over the sloppy roads to the city. What was the use now? Continued Next Week I KELLY MILLERS’ AUTHENTIC HISTORY OF NEGROIH11010 A GREAT NEW WORLD WAR BISTORT In addition to Its containing a grapfiic account of the War, Include* ; many chapters on subjects of vital ' Interest. Following are a few of the I lubjepts treated: The Fla»h that Set the World Aflame—Why Americans • Entered the War^-The Things that Made Meu Mad—The Sinking sub* j marine—The Eyes of Battle—War’s ! Strange Devlcee—Wonderful Wa* Weapons—The World’s Armies—The World’s Navies—The Nations at War —Modwjp War Methods—Women and the War. A volume of general In formation upon all subjects which have their bearing upon the World | Conflict, - as well as an authentic ao* i count of the Great World Wit. The Book also Includes the follow Ing subjects: The Horrors and Won ders of Modern Warfare, The Bar 1 banty and Merciless Methods Em ployed to Satisfy the Ambitions of | the Kaiser and Hie Imperial Xtovern* . taeut. The Ruthless Submarine War ' fare Waged to Starve England and 1 France Into Submission. The 8tory of the Hardships and Horrors which ■ fbe Belgians and French were Com ! pelled to Suffer, the Billions of i Dollars Required to Ca$ry on ths . Awful Struggle. The Terrlblp Losa ' of Human Life and the Deeolattan of I Countries, The Weird and WondLSr* ! ful Methods of Warfare. Th*j New | and Strange Devices that have cqma jinto being. The great “tanks", the } “blimps”, the submarine, th* gas and , poison bombs, and the majYdU of : science. Things about which you may I never have heard. kMfoteious guns ! that shot for miles. Jramal and Me | dieval weapons that again came Into I play. The plans of the Hohenzollerh* j to create a World Empire, which * drew upon them the wrath of Nar j tlons. The Nations Involved. The ! Armies and Naviee and what they 1 Represented In Men and Equipment* j Thfs Volume tells the werld how j the Negro has won his place and hif ] right to a voice in the affairs of : mankind against prejudioe, ridicule, ! race hatyed, and almost insurnibunb > able obstacles. Many striking test! 1 monlals from * the Secretary of War ! and Army Officers of high rank and reputation are set forth in no uncer tain terms. The following ringing words of Major General Bell, ad dressed to the famous “Buffaloes", the 367th Regiment, ar« typical of the high regard and reepect of Amer lean and European officers for ohr [T^pprw• v "**. -. l A NEW REVISED BOOK WITH In every capacity—fro* right up In the Front Line Trenches and on >he Battlefields—Clear Back to the Work of Keeping the Home Fires Burning: On the Farmer In the Mills and Munition Plants: On the Rail roads and Steamships: In the Ship Yards and Factories. Men and Wo* , men with the Red Cross, the Y. M* C. A., Y W. C. A., the War Gamp Community Serviee, the Liberty Loan Drives, etc., etc’ colored troops Every private in thil regiment and most of the officer* were Negroes. - ST. MARK BAPTIST CHURCH, (Olen Alien, Va.) Rev. B. J. Ruffin, pastor. Res idence, 708 State Street. Berrleesf Sundays, 11:30 A. M. and 8 P. M. Sunday School, 9:30 A. M. All art Welcome. UNION LEVEL BAPTIST CHURCH (Comer State and Gilliam Sts.) R-ev. B. J. Ruffin. Pastor: Tim idsoce, 708 State St. Sunday School S: SO; Morning Serytsea, 11:*»; Night Services. 8:00: Oommaalo* Services eveyr 3rd 8nnday, 3:10 P. M. The public is welcoma. 1ST BAPT. CHURCH 9. RICHMOND (Corner 16th and Decatur Sts.) i Rev. W L. Ransome, D. D., Pas J for; Parsonage 1507 Decatur Street. I Services: Sunday, 11:30 A. M. and ! 8 P. M. Sunday School, 9:30 A. M. J Ail ere welcome. FOURTH BAPTIST CHURCH (28th and P Street*) I _ i Rev. F. W. Williams. D. D., i Pastor. Services: Sunday, 11: If A. M. arid 8:00 P. M. Sunday School • 9:30 A. M. B. Y. P. U., «:4* F. i M. All are invited. j MT. TABOR BAPTIST CHURCH. j (North 22nd Street, Woodvllle) | Rev. W. H. Sktpwith. D. D.’ i Pastor. Services: Sunday, 11:30 A. M. and 8:00 P. M. Sunday School, 9:30 A. M. All are welcome