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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-
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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.
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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-
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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.
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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.)