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Waste Land in V. S. A.
r THE Forest Service calls attention to the increasing areas of unproductive land in the United States. The sawmills denude four or five million acres a year, and improved farm land in the Eastern States is shrinking. BRASS By Charles G. Norris A Thrilling and Gripping Serial of Married Life From the - Pen of a Successful American i Novelist By Charles G. Norris, Author of Nation-Wide Reputation and Writer of Popular Novela. THERE was also the vital discussion of when they - should be married and as this depended entirely up on Philip's obtaining a job and the size of his salary, he set about seeking employment at onoe. He had come from Vaca ville with a letter of Introduction from Dermot Phelan, the kindly Old village lawyer who attended to all Insurance matters for the Baldwins. Philip had gone to him and told him of his plans and hopes. Phelan was a family friend of many years* standing and had taken a special liking to the older Baldwin boy in the days when Philip and his brother attended his small Sunday school class In the little Episcopal church. The old man had. been grimly amused and interested and, as Philip had foreseen, prom ised to help. Phelan placed a great deal of fire insurance through San Francisco agencies and was not without influence. "This may help you, Phil, or It may not be worth the effort it took to write it, but Jim Mulli gan and I were boys together in Bklbbereen, • * • and I've sent him a lot of business." The old man scratched his white unshaven Chin and bit the end from his dry cigar, “Take it and good luck to you.” Philip had known beforehand he would meet with no difficulty in Obtaining work. This may have been due to youthful assur ance or to a real faith in himself. He liked men, was at ease in the*r company, laughed loudly and read ily at their thinnest humor, and had the confidence of knowing they generally liked him in return. It was no great surprise to him, therefore, when he .walked into the offices on lower California Street of the Colonial Insurance and Indemnity Company, of which SUN FOR BABIES PLAY OUT-OF-DOORS ESSENTIAL By Wm. A. McKeever. Noted Lecturer and Authority on Educational and Sociological I Subjects. rF there is a single square yard of sunny ground about your place and you have a baby, turn him out there to play with the sunbeams and with a pail of sand. There is nothing equal in value' for health, comfort and pleasure, to the warm sunny soil. And a dash of sand upon It adds to Its virtues. What Is more, any mother may have the blessing here commend ed for her little one. The cost and the trouble kre negligible. Place the sand in a box. Supply a spoon, spool, a can lid and a tin plate. Vary the Interest occa sionally with a can of water for making "mortar.” Parents who complain about having no place for their little ones to play are likely to reveal their poverty of thought and In genuity. God’s great out of doors Is literally filled with the rich ma terials which serve to build child character and will contribute to the happiness of the boys and girls. Indeed, we parents must learn that the Great Abundance of Heaven Is within the reach of us all. The opportunity to think, to have friends and relatives, to ex tend our sympathy and help to those who need us, to poise and feel the Divine Presence within— these are all ours for the taking. So with our children. To play With the sand and the sunbeams, to sport with the wind and the water, to wonder at the hills and the heavens, to ’fathom the dis tance, the darkness—these are the simple benign situations out of which may come to children those great truths as to the meaning of ©ur common existence. Why, therefore, should we whimper and whine about not hav ing the money with which to pur- Cuticura Soap —The Safety Razor- ■ Shaving Soap OrttesM Boe* ihevw whkoatma*. Everywhere | Mr. James B. Mulligan was gen eral manager, to have his expecta tions realized. "There’s no vacancy now, Mr. Baldwin," said fat Mr. Mulligan, "but we’ll give you a chance to make a place for yourself hero whenever you're ready to begin.” Fired With Enthusiasm. Seventy-five dollars a month was not as much as he had hoped to receive, but Philip, flrpd .with enthusiasm, told himself it was only a start and he wanted noth ing more. It allowed time to fin ish up his work on the ranch and gave him something definite on which to plan. He met an acquaintance of his college days in Mulligan’s office, a smiling, fresh-faced youth, named Wilbur Lansing, who had been a star end on the football team. He had always liked Lansing for his brisk, lively manner, his happy, eager disposition. They had only a chance to shake hands as Philip passed Lansing’s desk, but they made an appointment to meet at the Richelieu, one of the famous flamboyant saloons of the day, at the confluence” of Market and Kearny streets. At 5 o’clock they spent a pleasant half hour to gether, over beer and enchilladas, talking of mutual friends and of football. Lansing had graduated from Berkeley the summer of Philip’s last months at the university. He was still a football tnthusiast, had joined the Reliance Athletic Club and played end on the Reliance team. There was to be a game against the Stanford eleven the following Saturday at Central Park and Philip promised to come and bring Marjorie. He was drawn to this friend of his college days, for he saw they would be thrown together more or less inti mately in the insurance office, and Lansing was anxious to give the help of which Philip stood in need. The week fled too rapidly. Philip appeared at the Jones flat as early in the morning as he was » chase the finery and the other artificial things merely made to sell to those who are not thought ful to provide intelligently for their boys and girls? You cannot buy character for your little one, he must grow it. The price of wisdom here is prac tice on his part; and It is doing those simple things and learning to use those simple devices which He all about us In great abund ance. Sand and sunlight, sticks and stones, brooks and bushes,, lawns and lanes—and you as the leader and the Inspiration of It all; that Is the substance of a happy play •equipment for all the little ones that may conveniently gather about you. WHEN DID IT HAPPEN? 1. When did Lincoln begin his political career? 2. When was Theodore Roose velt shot by an insane man? 3. When was the University of Louvain, In Belgium, founded’ 4. When was the Augustan Age of France? 5. When did the great Italian painter, Raphael, begin his mas terpiece, "The Transfiguration?" (Answers to theee queries will be printed tomorrow.) ANSWERS To Saturday’s Questions. 1— Verdi’s opera, “Rigolettu,” was first produced In 1851. 2 Portugal became a republic In October, 1910. 3 Mt. McKinley was set aside as a national park in 1917. 4 The French ocean liner Ta Bourgogne” foundered after be ing hit by a sailing vessel Julv 4, 1898. 5 President Andrew Jackson was shot by a would-be assassin in Washington, January 29 1835. "My stars.” The complete phrase was "My stars and garters,” and was used by knights to swear to the truth of a statement. The stars and garters were a sign of knighthood. f THE WASHINGTON TIMES * * The National Daily * • MONDAY, JULY 9, 1923. r tl A wrnww ra Jon W <*• permitted. This must not be be fore 11, Mrs. Jones decreed, but the rest of the day until midnight, and sometimes even later, was un interruptedly his and Marjorie’s. They lunched at home or down town and roamed the city child ishly happy. They took the chug ging dummy train to the Cliff House, wandered in Golden Gate Park or went rowing on Straw berry lake. On Saturday they at tended the Reliance - Stanford tfame, and Philip was deeply stirred by the old vigorous battle. He almost forgot the girl beside him in his enthusiastic rooting for Reliance and roared his approval every time Lansing tackled. He saw Percy Hall, his old captain, and left Marjorie to climb over several rows of benches to shake him .warmly by the hand. The girl was cross with him when he rejoined her. She declared he had made her conspicuous, first by his waving and "hollering,” and then in leaving her alone. At once he was full of apologies, begging her to forgive him, berating himself for his stupidity. But Marjorie was not In a forgiving mood and sat sulkily silent, her red lips pout ing with disapproval. During the latter half of the game, neither spoke; and the contest he had been enjoying so intensely was spoiled for Philip. There were still no .words between them as they left the field and walked down Market street to keep an ap pointment with Constance and her mother. Fortunately, Constance, In .whom Philip had found a staunch ally, was waiting *for them alone. One look was suffi cient for her quick perception. Dining Out. "Frozen faces! • • • Ain't you terrible! ♦ • • Have you both swallowed poison? • • • Put your hand where it hurts, Margie!” They both laughed at this, Philip with eager relief. Con stanct offered to turn her back while "they kissed and made up.” When the square figure of Mrs. TEA TABLE DELIGHTS —By Loretto C. Lynch— A Recognized Authority on All Matters Pertaining to House hold Management. WHAT is so refreshing on a summer afternoon as ambrosia-llke tea? Whether it be served piping hot or frigidly cold, one seems to feel the need of a bite to go with it. The hostess who is tired of seeing her masculine guests turn aside the dainty crustless sand wich, might try serving some dainty tea biscuit. Some of the specialty shops are showing a biscuit cutter a trifle less than an inch and a half in diameter. And the very smallness of the biscuit is the thing which at tracts attention. The following recipe will make between two and three dozen dainty biscuit depending, of course, upon the size of the cut ter and the thickness of which the dough Is patted out. Sift the flour. Os this take two level measuring cupfuls. Add one-half level teaspoon of salt and four level teaspoons baking pow der. Mix and sift several times. With the tips of the fingers rub in two level teasponns of but ter until the mixture looks like meal. With a knife cut in about three-fourths cup milk, a little at a time, unless the mass becomes a soft dough, dry enough to be handled. Sift some flour on a board and toss the dough on it. Pat it out into a rectangle about three-quar ters of an inch in thickness. Dip cutter into flour each time before cutting. Place biscuit on a greased pan close together. Brush over the top with yolk of egg mixed with one tablespoon of cold water. Let stand ten minutes. Then bake In a quick oven about ten minutes. Serve with buter or jam. This receipe may be varied by sifting with the flour, baking powder and salt, one-third cup of powdered sugar. A few small dry currents, or chopped nuts may be worked into the mixture, and the mixture moistened suffi ciently to be dropped from a spoon. addition of one beaten the milk used for moistening will give a richer tea cake. TF. L. George and His Wife ACROSS THE BREAKFAST TABLE Infectious Marriage MR. GEORGE: Henry tells me that little Kitty Lee is going to be married. I'm rather surprised that she should have picked the man she’s chosen. So far as I can see there’s nothing to recommend him; he’s twenty years older than she is; he’s not what you’d call a cultivated man, and he certainly has missed any chance of a career. The fact is that Kitty’s not been herself since her two sisters both got engaged inside of three months. Kitty’s Jealous of them, and she justifies me in Bayin s that women will Sgt marry anything that can crawl when they’re infected with B® , ,'I W MRS - GEORGE: You do JPIOaZ enjoy talking nonsense. 1 MR. GEORGE: Do take . your thumb out of your mouth \ x when you speak. -J® ' \ MRS. GEORGE: I shan’t if 1 don’t want to. Why shouldn’t fl 1 Put my thumb in my mouth ' w if you keep your pipe in yours when you’re talking to me? Kitty Lee Is marrying Mr. Davis because she loves him. (Mr. George: Rot!) It isn’t rot, and I don’t believe that Kitty’s jealous. Probably what’s the matter with her is that she’s rather lonely and therefore more likely to be attracted by a man. After all, those three girls have grown up together and it's only natural that Kitty should feel it when she no longer has her sisters to play about with all the time. MR. GEORGE: As usual you put the position on the lowest basis. And you aren’t even consequent; first you tell me that she’s in love and prepare to grow sentimental; then you tell me that Kitty’s marrying because, she is lonely. So he isn’t her affinity! The truth is that marriage by capture is woman’s trade, and that Kitty is marrying just to show she can kill. Copyright. 19M. by Klnr Fettuyw Syndicate. Ina. Jones bore down upon them a few minutes later, equanimity had been restored. They dined at Tor toni’s, a garish, noisy Italian res taurant on O’Farrell street, and went to a variety show at the Or pheum in gay spirits. There were other small differ ences between Philip and the girl. Their occurrence distressed him more than they did her. He saw that she .was accustomed to hav ing her own way, but he did not mind giving in to her. being anxious to please, but sometimes it was perplexing to discover his very amiability an noyed her. She was not satisfied when he gave in. He felt it was something more than her own way she wanted, but he could not follow her further than, that. He suspected he often irritated her, though he knew not how, FOXY GRANDPA’S STORY HE TELLS OF A STRANGE HOME UNDER GROUND ONE sultry summer after noon Bobby, Bunny and I lay down on the grass be neath a spreading tree for a snooze after lunch. "Look, Foxy Grandpa,” said Bobby. “I've got a pillow here all made to order." And he had indeed, for his curly head was pillowed on a lit tle mound. Bobby soon fell asleep, and I was just dozing off when Bunny tugged at my sleeve. I turned over and looked in the direction In which he pointed. There, just beyond Bobby’s pillow, were two little gray balls rolling along, with five smaller balls after them. "What are they, Bunny?” I whispered. “Mr. and Mrs. Mole and the five little moles,” answered Bunny. “Now that I’ve seen them, I’m sure that Bobby’s pillow is a molehill, and when Bobby put his head on it I suppose the poor lit tle family thought the end of the world had come, and are moving out. I’ll run after them and see if I can t ease their minds.” Off Bunny bounded, and in a few minutes returned with ex citement showing in every whis ker. "I’ve got good news for you and Bobby, Foxy Grandpa!” he ex claimed. “You know, you always said that you wondered what, a molehill waa like on the Inside, but you never wanted to disturb one. Well, today’s the day when you 11 see just how Mr. Mole builds hie house.” What do you mean, Bunny?” “When 1 overtook Mr. Mole and apologized for our causing a dis turbance, he was most gentle manly. He admitted that we had startled him, but he also said that they were intending to move that day on account of their fam- ~(\&\ * •J* 7-f ©l32?lni<tn*LuM'AFtM are se> viOjlhc. and was puzzled by her readiness to hurt him. Frequently she stabbed him with a flippant re mark for which he could see no justification. On the last Sunday afternoon of his stay in San Francisco he was in a profound fit of depres sion. He was alone in the Jones’ cramped parlor where Marjorie had left him to go to her room to dress. Mrs. Grotenberg was giving a party; she had invited them all downtown for dinner. Marjorie had quitted him with a careless, pettish word, to him un provoked as unwarranted, and her indifference to the hurt he knew she had deliberately intend ed, cut him deeply. He sat with his head In his big hands in the dim parlor, his heart heavy with his thoughts, when Constance tip toed in upon him and gave him ; lly growing so much larger and that Bobby’s head bumping on the roof of their house had only hastened their departure.” “ ‘Tell me about your house, Mr. Mole,’ I asked,” continued Bunny. “ ‘Would, you like to see my vacant house?” Mr. Mole asked politely. “ 'Yes, indeed,’ Bunny exclaim ed, ‘and I would like to show It to my friends, Foxy Grandpa and Bobby, who are so interested in animals.’ " ‘Now I’ll tell you what to do,’ Mr. Mole explained. ‘You’re a good digger. Dig half of the mound away and then your t friends can see the plan of the interior of my old home.’ ” With that Bunny started to bur row and cleared away half of the molehill and left the other half as clean as you would slice an apple in two. Bobby and I stood wide-eyed, for there we could see distinctly two circular pas sages—one at the bottom of the mound and the other at the top -—and they were connected with five upright passages which took the place of a staircase. The lower circle was connect ed with the outside world by a. long straight passage. Inside, there was a chamber like a globe and the walls were polished by the little furry animals rubbing against them. "But, look here, Bunny,” I said, "how do they get into that little chamber?” "Oh.” he said, "they run Into that little entrance and go up stairs before they go downstairs.” "What a clever idea!” I said. "Moles certainly believe in ‘safety first.’ Any enemy would have a hard time following them, that’s certain.” "This has been a great day,” Bobby declared as we started home. A Narrative of Compelling Interest by the Author of “The Amateur” and “Salt, the Education of Griffith Adams.” one of her playful shoves. A look at his dark face, and at once she was eager sympathy. She coaxed his grievance out of him with a few quick questions, and then pulled his large hand into her lap and held it affec tionately. Motherly Advice. "My dear Philip,” she said in a half whisper that Marjorie might not overhear, "don’t worry about little cut-ups. She’s only a kid and she doesn’t know any better. Mamma and I have al ways spoilt hsr. She wants a piece of the moon and we break our necks to see she gets it. She’s like that. None of us in this world’s perfect, Phil, and when you’re pickin’ out a wife you can’t expect to get a good one already made. Bein’ a wife's the hardest kind of a job; I know it. And it takes learnin’ and a lot of sense. They’ll come along fast enough, and Margie’ll learn. Margie’s got lots of good qualities, Phil, —lots of ’em. Lord, don’t I know! . . . What I haven’t done for that kid! . . . But, Phil, she’s worth all I've ever done, — and a lot more. . . . She don’t know anything about life; she’s only a kid. Wait till you get married and she settles down. She’ll learn; she’ll be a good wife. WILEYS SF H Sealed for You a as Wrigle/s is made of pure chicle SS ♦ sss and other ingredients of highest 25 25 quality obtainable. —■ SZ But no use to have WRIGLEY’S 5S —— leave our modern factories 100% SS —■ in quality and then reach you SS —" in poor condition. == So we put It in —— the wax-wrapped SZS package and \g 25 sealed It Tight , to keep it good- Z 5 for you. Aids digestion— -55 keeps teeth white— -25 heips appetite * Save the Wrappers They are good 7® 11 I ll'liijjp for valuable presents * ■■■■■ MS < - The Flavor Lasts! = TViis Day in Our History rpiIIS is the anniversary of the defeat of General Brad dock ’s army, :; 1775, near Fort Duquesne. He waa killed and the remnants of his force, saved by George Washington, serving with his auxiliaries. And, Phil, she’s crazy about you. You’re the only man she’s ever liked; there ain’t nobody else. She’s told me how much she cares; I know. Be a little patient, Phil, —she’ll - make good; she’s worth working for.” Philip squeezed her hand. He grinned happily; her words lifted a weight from his heart. He warmed to Connie; he was aware of a great sympathy between them; she was a fine girl and had proven herself a good friend to him, and would be a good friend all his life. "Gosh, Connie!" he exclaimed now. "You’re you’re simply great; you . . . understand . . . I’ll—l’ll be good to her; you see if I don’t.” He had an Impulse to draw Constance to him and kiss her, to show his appreciation, but he hes itated and the opportune moment fled. She returned the pressure of his hand, and for a while they sat so In the dusk, his hand in hers. After a time she rose briskly, with sudden resolution. He watched her as she left the room. The back of her hand flashed to her eye with a quick motion as if she brushed a tear away. He sensed something of the yearning this homely, hard working woman had for the younger sister, the years of sacri- flee and self-denial gladly given that Marjorie might have what she, herself, had been denied. He was thinking how much finer and bigger was Constance's love tor Marjorie than his own, when the girl herself rejoined him. He put his arm about her and drew her to him tenderly, and, appar ently unmindful of the fact she had left him with unklndnese, she allowed him to kiss her, accept ing the caress upon the side of the chin, fearful lest his clumsi ness should disarrange the ro guish tilt of her gay little hat. "Sweetheart, how soon do you think you can tome up to Vaca ville?’* he begged. "Ma wants you awfully much, and —and it will be pretty lonesome and rot ten for me without you.” Marjorie considered. "I couldn’t come this week or next,” she said thoughtfully. "But, Marjorie!” Philip’s face indicated his distress. "I’m only going to be up there four to five weeks longer. I have to get down here and start working just as soon ae I can, so we can be married. I want you up at the ranch for a while before I leave there. Everyone wants to meet and to know you. I won’t be there any more, you know, and it’s kind of good-bye for me.” (To Be Continued Tomorrow.)