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This Day in History
March 21, 1917, President Wilson summoned Con
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tion of war with Germany was declared April 4.
HOMELINESS IS INDIFFERENCE -C - By Beatrice Fairfax
Noted Love Authority on
A Serious Question
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX ♦
An Authority on Problems of
Love and Marriage
There’s no such thing as be
ing downright homely these
days unless you prefer being
plain, perhaps as a penance
And being deliberately homely
is now pretty nearly regarded
as the equivalent of being
down at-heel, slovenly, indiffer
ent.
Out of the general collection
.of features, figure, carriage,
voice, hands, feet, and other
endowments or deficiencies
which you may have drawn
from fate’s lottery, there’s at
least one gift capable of being
salvaged, lived up to, empha
sized, like a good carriage, a
fine pair of eyes, a saucy nose,
wavy hair, a good complexion
which you can “dress up to,”
make the most of, use as the
back log of your appearance.
So many world-renowned
beauties have come down to us
in portraits, positively plain, or
only mildly pleasing that we
wonder how these charmers
managed to put across the leg
end of their loveliness. Sparkle,
charm, IT must have been the
answer to that conundrum,
and also the happy faculty of
making people around them
comfortable.
Registered As Beauties
Any of these things, plus the
required intelligence to bring
out good points, by the aid of
well-chosen colors, choice of
right line to the figure, and
making the most of whatever
good points they may have had,
got these ladies registered as
beauties, and in many cases,
makers of world history.
By “taking thought” these
days, anyone may present a
pleasing appearance, even if
she may not add that cubit
to the stature of which the
Bible speaks. Today beauty is
manufactured, while you wait,
parlors for its production are
on every block. And speaking
of what we might call hand
tailored beauty, it seems that
the one industry the depression
hasn’t shaken is the beauty
business.
A trade journal of the “beau
ticians” gives the following fig
ures: American women use an
nually 50,000 tons of cold cream,
4,000 tons of face powder, 2,000
tons of rouge, 9,000 tons of toilet
soap, 26,000 tons of toilet lotions
and 6,000 tons of bath salts. And
in addition to establishing a new
industry Which booms despite
the stock market’s fainting
YOUR RULING
STAR
—By William Shwader—
THE YEAR AHEAD
For Those Whose Birthday Is
March 22
If March 22 is your birthday,
during the coming year you
should benefit through friends,
social contacts, study and per
sonal application. Make good
use of any opportunity to better
yourself and your value to
others. Important dates: Avoid
excesses of all kinds, take no
risks and maintain routine from
April 1 to 5, June 21 to 23,
July 31 to August 4, Septem
ber 23 to 25, December 7 to 11,
22 to 24. Good for general af
fairs from March 30 to April
3, July 1 to 3, 11 to 25, October
28 to November 3, November
22 to 24. Contradictory dates
show two opposing influences.
A child born March 22 should
be perservering, resourceful,
practical and reliable. He will
be ambitious, enterprising and
will seek to hold prominent po
sitions.
March 23
If March 23 is your birthday,
during the coming year you
should benefit through thrift
and perseverance. Gain may
come through those older or in
more responsible positions. Re
frain from too hasty judgment
in important matters. Avoid
carelessness in connection with
papers, documents or legal af
fairs. Important dates: Avoid
excesses of all kinds, take no '
risks and maintain routine from :
March 31 to April 5, July 2to
7, 9 to 11. August 1 to 5, Sep
tember 20 to 22, October 3 to 8,
December 1 to 3. 9 to 13. Good
for general affairs from March
30 to April 7. April 25 to 28,
July 17 to 26, August 2 to 5,
October 31 to November 3, No
vember 7to 11 Contradictory
dates show two opposing influ
ences.
A CHILD born March 23 will
be Independent, impulsive ac
tive. persevering and inclined to
argue and exaggeiate. He
should seek a profession where
he can find an outlet for his I
. energy. He should gain through
his elders, also through dealing
in lands or the products of the
earth.
spells, women are much less
hard to look at today than when
it was considered fast to use
make-up, and hair often looked
as if it had been screwed back
by a monkey-wrench.
The main trouble today with
women, who have these acknowl
edged first aids to beauty at
hand, is for them to remember
it’s a human countenance
they’re decorating, and not try
ing out samples of paint on a
barn door.
Serenity Aids Beauty
And considering beauty, why
is it that one of its greatest as
sets—serenity—is overlooked so
often. Women appear to be do
ing calisthenics with their faces
under the impression they’re
animated. The St. Vitus Dance
face is unrestful to look at after
the first few minutes.
Take that mysterious beauty,
Mona Lisa, over whose potent
spell the world has Speculated
for centuries —her witchery is in
her smile, her placidly folded
hands.
The beauty of unruffled
placidity, its brightness undim
med, arrests us often from be
neath the folded cap of a clois
tered nun, or the harshly unbe
coming headdress of a dea
coness. These women fVho have
passed up the world seem to
have found something that
shines through even homely fea
tures like a beacon on a storm
tossed sea.
(Copyright, 1931, International
Features Service, Inc.)
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By Anne Adams
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WHAT DO YOU
KNOW?
An«w«r« 7*o Today' t Tett
Questions On Editorial Page
1. A mail goose. 2. Eulogy.
3. Elevate. 4. Cowardly. 5. Ex
ercising vicarious authority. 6
General Dougias MacArthur 7.
Cricket on the Hearth. 8. 1897-
1901. 9. Coal tar. 10. Silk man
ufacture. 11. American. 12. Nap.
13. August. 1914. 14. Thatcher.
15. Poland.
(Copyright. 1931, King Features
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THE WASHINGTON TIMES
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“Pour le Sport,” that so-sheek Paree says. And to be “chic” <
for the sport it must be suitable, timely, jos’ might for the par
ticular sport! That is very important. If you do not wish
Madame Fashion to put up her so-beautifully-taken-care-of hands
at you. My word, how could you sleep that night in your pajama
top, or your hand-made nighty, if you had gone golfing in the
wrong sort of costume that day! Could you eat your spinach,
brown bread, and rhubarb—no butter!—with the black cloud on
your mind of having worn last year’s beach shoes with THIS
year’s suit, or a nose-veil hat where a beret should have been.
But thanks to something or other, the bars are down in ONE
sport! The Love Game. Madame Fashion leans back here, and
is herself. She relaxes—and puts on her old felt slippers and
smiles and takes a nap.
Everything is suitable in the game where a bit of heart is the
MAKE-BELIEVE By Faith Baldwin
CHAPTER 32
She made a little, indistinct
murmur, put up one slender
hand as if she interposed it,
blindly, between herself and
her fate. She loved him so
very much. It was as if, in
a sense, she had created him,
bringing him back from the
darkness in which he had
stumbled. He was not only
her lover therefore but her
creation, as if he had been her
child. There was more in her
love for him than the beauti
ful shallows of physical attrac
tion, now warm and sunny,
sparkling and stimulating, now
moving slowly, darkening, over
the hidden rocks. There was
tenderness and high hopes and
ideals and a comradeship that
had grown all these weeks in
which they had been together;
weeks in which they had come
to know one another, hot start
ing as most people do, from a
basis of absolute ignorance, one
of the other, but from a basis
which was composed of their
supposed pre-knowledge of each
other... a background, as it
were, of old loyalties and inti
macies.
•So hard?” he asked again,
as she did not speak.
Well, it would soon be over.
Margaret would have decided
tonight. Had, perhaps, decided
by now. Whatever she decided,
Mary Lou must go, must lose
this Eden. She couldn’t go on,
putting him off, evading... She
couldn’t. She looked about her,
a little wildly. The flowers
sprang from their pots and
jars of colored stone, the hy
acinths she had come to hate,
the tulips, the narcissus. Plants
give out color and fragrance.
The voice of the fountain spoke
to her, sang in her b100d...
She turned suddenly. Better
a half truth, perhaps. Better
... oh, not for him, for soon
he’d know the truth and every
thing would seem lies when he
looked back. Better for her,
however, easing her heart, a
very little. When he knew,
he’d despise her. he’d think
every word she had uttered a
falsehood. So it didn’t matter,
did it, if for the sake of a
small cold comfort, she told
him...that she cared.
Good to Her
“I do care for you, Lorry,”
she said clearly, “and you i-ave
been dear and patient.. .and
so good to me. I care—a lot.
It—oh, the whole thing was so
strange, thinking you dead all
this time, seeing you again an
entirely different person, as I
was an entirely different per
son. I—l couldn’t just go on
where we’d left off. And now
—I don’t know,” she said, des
perately.—“l don’t know. If —
it you’d give me a littl? more
time —a week perhaps —a
month... ? Things aren’t clear
between us, yet,” she told him;
► "we’ve kept away from certain
subjects because it seemed best.
There are things I haven't told
you,” she said, unhappily;
“could you trust me a little
longer?”
He drew a deep breath. It
was the first time that she
had admitted anything at all.
He felt that much lay beyond
her admittance, much that she
had not put into words. There
was something that troubled
her, held her back, he fancied,
something deeper than her
rather inadequate excuses. Per
haps—perhaps there had been
another man, in all those years.
Someone she had thought she
cared for. Strange, that he
had never speculated on that
possibility since she had re
turned to him, although, God
knows, it had agonized him
sufficiently before her return!
His heart ached a little, think
ing. But how natural—in all
those years, young and lovely,
many men must have found
her beloved....
Whatever she had to tell him
would make no difference. He
loved her. If she loved him,
that was all that mattered.
“I don’t want to foice you,”
he said slowly, “and you’ve
already made me very happy.
I’m grateful.. .beyond words.
Take all the time you want...
‘and when you are ready ..I’ll
be waiting. I can’t believe,
though, that you would have
given me this much hope un
less, for my waiting, you were
promising a reward. I haven’t
kissed you,” he said abruptly,
“for a very long time....”
He leaned near and put his
arms about her, gently.
The Love Scene
“Ah, don’t!” she said,pitifully.
“Do you mean that? Say you
mean it, swear to me you mean
it, and I will let you go.”
But she said nothing. There
was nothing else to say. She
was quite still in his embrace. . .
“Just — tonight,” he urged
. . . “There’s Jenny and Larry
—and a dozen other young
sters, happy, in love, holding
each other close. . . .”
Her eyes closed. He kissed
the broad white lids, kissed the
curve of her cheek where it
melted rosily into the smooth,
red satin of her lips, kissed,
finally, with tenderness, with
passion, the quivering little
mouth.
Suddenly she twisted in his
arms and, her hands desperately
on his shoulders, gave him back
his kiss, abandoning herself to
it, surrendering . . . yielding.
Then, with a little sob, she
freed herself almost brusquely
and rose to her feet and walked
back into the great lighted
room.
Lorrimer followed her, his
heart singing. As he reached
her, in the curved doorway, he
touched her arm. . . .
The National Daily
♦ puck—the ball, the fish, the shuttle-cock. What—WHAT so fetch
ing, so winning, so right, as a cloudy lace frock like an inverted
parasol, shaded lights and the game played indoors? You can
golf in shorts, Roman sash, and no hat on your shining hair, left
uncovered to immesh the enemy, and be as chic as a new thirty
dollar bonnet. You can punch the bag in flowered chiffon and
fur. You can go a-fishing in a silk frock and patent kids. You
can go “dumb bell” in a Sunday afternoon gown. You can play
tennis in the parlor, or badminton, as I said before, in lace and
diamonds.
And the whole thing is oh, so proper. So jos’ rrnght. So
suitable! So timely! Drehs for the game of love—in just any
thing you like that looks lovely upon you. They even say that a
fetching little kitchen frock—with the lady making something
like chicken-and-dumpling between sets, is terribly striikng to the
heart of the other player. —NELL BRINKLEY.
“Delight?” he asked . . .and
lower —“darling?”
“Please,” said Mary Lou, in a
curious, cool little voice . . .
“please—forget that, Lorry. It
was — madness. I have your
promise,” she told him, “and
—and I’ll keep my word to
you, when the time comes. . . .”
“But why—why?” he asked,
halting her, there in the door
way.
“Music,” said Mary Lou. “and
madness . . . and being young
. . . and . . . Lorry, don’t make
me—ashamed!”
One of the Wynne boys
stepped up to claim her.
“No fair letting that big
brute monopolize you!” he an
nounced, for all the world to
hear.
She danced away, then, mov
ing gracefully, automatically.
She was not “ashamed.” Not
even sorry. She . . • she had
been mad to suffer his kiss,
still more insane to return it,
as she had returned it, with
all the ardor of her body, heart
and soul. But she was glad!
“I—He’ll hate me anyway,”
she told herself savagely, “and
I wanted something to remem
ber,” she said to herself, “some
thing of my own, something
that was honest. He’ll never
know,” said Mary Lou to her
heart, “how honest and how
much his own I was —just for
a minute.”
In New York
Meanwhile Margaret Lorri
mer and Doctor Mathews sat
through the colorful inanities
of the imported revue, which
dragged itself out until almost
midnight, as is the way of first
nights. It had opened out of
town, had been twice rewritten
and three times cut, before the
New York opening, and would
be due for more cutting after
tonight. The audience was, as
usual, distinguished—distin
guished, that Is by the bored at
tendance of critics and the late
arrival of society people, and
the early arrival of various stage
dignitaries.
There wa§ n good comedian,
and a lending woman who was
pretty and graceful and charm
ing and who scored, obviously,
a real personal triumph. There
were plenty of good-looking
show girls and many specialty
numbers, good, bad and indif
ferent. But it is probable that
neither Mrs. Lorrimer nor Doc
tor Mathews could have given
a coherent description of the
piece or of anyone in it save
of the small, vivacious little
person billed as Diana Hack
ett, and about whom rumors
flew, from lipstlckcd mouth to
lipsticked mouth, in the lobby,
between acts, while tuxedoed
gentlemen listened skeptically
and critics smiled wearily.
“This Hackett woman...
rather good-looking. Isn’t she?
They say her father’s an earl
or something.”
SATURDAY—MARCH 21—1931
"Diana Hackett? Lady Di
ana, I’ve heard. She can't act,
of course...”
“Well, decent of her not to
use the title, anyway!”
“She hasn’t kept it a secret,
though, one notices.”
“Sweet are the uses of pub
licity!”
But she was only a small
part of the evening to the
majority of the audience, and
the entire evening to Margarat
Lorrirr.-r and her
She Made Up Well
Diana—the real Delight—was
attractive behind the footlights.
The tired lines, the hard mold
ing of her face, disappeared in
the flattering glow; make-up
concealed a great deal. She
was, however, no actress. Still,
she sang passably; she wore
clothes—what there were of
them —gracefully, and with au
thentic chic, and she did some
thing she called dancing, well
enough. She had personality,
a gay friendliness toward her
audience. And she worked
hard. She had to work hard,
poor creature, for this was her
big chance, unexpectedly ar
rived at and seized with God
knew what hope and relief, to
stage a real “come back,” to
make something of herself, to
eat three meals a day for an
indefinite time.
After the first act Mrs. Lor
rimer spoke, very low, to
Mathews. She had been tense
as fine strung wire at the first
appearance of the woman she
had come to see, and to judge.
Now she relaxed a little.
“Dan, I don’t know what to
do!”
“You’ll do what is right,
what’s best, Margaret,” he told
her, strongly.
“And that is?” she ques
tioned
He twisted his pcogram in
his hands.
“I can’t presume to advise
you,” he replied, quietly. “You’ll
have to work this out for your
self. Take your time, think it
over. You’ll be sick and sorry
all the rest of your life if you
commit an injustice. But it is
up to you, Margaret. Whatever
you do, I’ll stand by,” he assur
ed her, needlessly.
She smiled at him grate
fully.
“Os course,” she answered, "I
know you will. But—Oh, I
wanted to see her for myself.
And now I have seen her. I
know I can’t judge her by
just this business of sitting in
an audience. Yet intuition is
a strange thing. Dan, I’m per
fectly convinced, sitting here,
that—that he’d never be happy
with her.”
Mathews said, after a pause:
“You can’t think of that
now. You must find out how
much of a claim she has on
him. After all —if she is his
wife —?”
(Continued Monday.)
Times Daily Health Hint
When the eyes become puffy or the ankles
swollen it is possible that the kidneys are not func
tioning properly.
DAILY SHORT STORY
Lamar isn’t his right name
but it will have to do for this
story. He’s living now in a
Western city with his wife and
two children and he has a good
business that earns him a com
sortable living. It wasn’t always
like that.
Lamar learned his business—
his old business — from David
Sinton and what Sinton didn’t
know about separating the fool
ish and the credulous from their
money wasn’t worth knowing.
He taught Lamar, gave him the
effront, the poise and the extra
touch that was needed to push
the unwary into the trap set for
them. Then he disappeared—
just dropped from sight. Lamar
heard later that h" had married
and quit. But by that time he
felt able to go on his own,
though he was but little more
than a boy then.
It was a good many years
later when Lamar planned his
grand coup. He had taken
months in planning it and now
it was ready for the “blow-off.”
He Meets Jenkins
Through the simple expedient
of dropping a pocketbook in a
hotel lobby Lamar had made
the acquaintance of a very
wealthy physician named Jen
kins. He had dropped the pock
etbook so that Jenkins would
see it and pick it up and when
the latter handed it to him La
mar was very profuse in his
thanks.
Lamar haft- been waiting for
days for a chance to force this
meeting with Jenkins, and in
the course of the ensuing con
versation he introduced himself
and then casually opened the
pocketbook.
He fingered the thick sheaf of
bills it contained and then
smiled and said, “There’s a cou
ple of thousand here, but I
wouldn’t mind losing that. It’s
the papers I care about.”
Jenkins naturally expressed
polite inquiry as to the nature
of the papers and Lamar, as the
saying is, “let him have it.”
“I’m a New York broker,” he
said, “and if I’d lost the papers
in this pocketbook I stood a
good chance to lose a lot of
money—as much as a million.
There’s a little deal on back in
New York and I’m really sort of
hiding here until the time is
ripe. I’m keeping in touch with
my representatives by wire.”
Returns the Pocketbook
The two talked for a while
longer, Lamar dwelling on the
opportunities to make money in
the stock market if a man only
knew the “inside,” and then he
told Jenkins he would like to
reward him for returning the
pocketbook.
“I know a man like you
wouldn’t accept money,” he said,
when Jenkins began to protest.
“But I do want to show you
my appreciation. After all, a
dishonest man might have
found my pocketbook. So I’m
going to carry a few shares for
you. If they go up, you win.
If they don’t, there’s no harm
done.”
Lamar had his way, and a
few days later he came to the
office of Jenkins. A girl wear
ing the uniform of a nurse let
him in. Lamar barely had
time to note that she had wide
gray eyes, fringed with black
lashes, when Jenkins appeared.
“Here’s your money,” Lamar
said, offering Jenkins five hun
dred dollars. “Your stock went
up and I sold it for you.”
“But it wasn’t my stock,” pro
tested Jenkins.
They argued about the point
in calm good nature, and fi
nally it was agreed that Lamar
should reinvest the five hun
dred for Jenkins. Lamar made
the suggestion, for it was part
of his plan. As he talked to
Jenkins he was conscious that
the girl, obviously the office
nurse, was listening to them,
and several times he looked at
her.
A Charming Girl
Each time he looked he
found his impression of her
beauty and charm had
strengthened.
He saw her several times
HEALTH ANlf
DIET
—By Logan Clendening—
Posters designed to instruct
ignorant mothers and fathers
are widely distributed in Rus
sia by the department of ma
ternal and infant welfare. I
have just seen a set of them
and consider them interesting
and useful. They are bril
liantly colored and striking in
design, and while they prob
ably would be thought uncon
ventional and even too daringly
frank by prudish minds, they
must do a great deal of good
in a land where most of the
population cannot read, and
where for centuries they have
treated expectant mothers and
mothers who have just been
delivered with brutal lack of
consideration.
An important part of this edu
cational campaign is directed
against the death rate for
eclampsia and other diseases of
the expectant mother.
after that in subsequent visits
to Jenkins’ office. The five
hundred dollars “invested” by
Lamar became four thousand
dollars, and Jenkins was caught
in the net.
Lamar had apparently proved
that he couldn’t lose in the
market, and Jenkins, slyly
prompted by Lamar, finally
suggested that he put up some
of his own money and “make
a killing.”
“That won’t be necessary,”
Lamar told him. “Merely write
out a check and have it cer
tified so that I’ll know you're
good for—say fifty thousand
dollars, in case anything goes
wrong. But it won’t, I assure
you. I’ll put up my check for
the same sum and you keep
both of them. We can operate
on my credit.”
It was arranged that way.
Lamar went to the bank with
Jenkins when the latter had his
check certified, and was intro
duced to the cashier. Then the
two went back to Jenkins’ of
fice, where Lamar put the cer
tified check and his own check
in an envelope and handed
them to Jenkins. “Put them
in your safe,” hfe advised.
The “Switch” Game
Jenkins put the envelope in
his old-fashioned office safe.
But it wasn’t the envelope con
taining the checks. Lamar had
worked the “switch game” on
him, giving him another en
velope and palming the one con
taining the checks. Within an
hour he could cash the certified
one and be safely out of town
with $50,000.
Jenkins went out on a call a
few minutes later, but Lamar
lingered. Even though he had
the money he was loathe to
leave, for it meant leaving the
young nurse with the wide gray
eyes. He couldn’t bear to think
that he would never see her
again.
Finally he picked up his hat
and said good-by. She shook
hands with him and then held
out the other hand. It con
tained an envelope.
The Girl Acts
“I might as well tel] you now
that you’re not taking this,” she
said.
Lamar stared and then felt
the pocket in which he had
placed the envelope containing
the checks. The pocket was
empty.
“I saw you switch them,” said
the girl. “In fact, I was wait
ing for it. And I picked your
pocket when I shook hands with
you. But I must say you were
good at it. I only know one
man who was better.”
“Who?” asked Lamar. Some
how he didn’t mind that she had
the check.
“David Sinton,” she said, “my
He was better than you
were. He used to tell me about
some of the things he did. But
he quit. He quit absolutely when
I was a little girl.”
“I knew him,” said Lamar.
“He was a smart man. He had
to be —to be smart enough to
quit.”
“Why don’t you quit?” she
asked him.
“I would,” he said. “I would
if ”
“Yes?” she said.
He told her and he did quit
—then and there, forever.
(All names of characters in th!«
story are fictitious).
CORRECT
MANNERS
-Mrs. Cornelius Beeckman-
An Agreeable Young Man
Dear Mrs. Beeckman:
Will you please tell me which
is the right procedure? I
notice that when I and my
“boy friend" have been visit
ing my girl friend and when
we get ready to leave, the
young man she goes about
with always goes to the door
with her. When they come to
my home, my friend always
says good-by in the parlor, and
does not accompany me to
the door to see them off. Which
is correct? And if my “boy
friend” is in the wrong, how
can I tell him about it? L.
I like the formality and
friendliness of the young man
who goes to the door as the
visiting couple leave. Os course
it isn’t necessary for him to
do this, but it is “clubby” and
agreeable.
While your friend isn’t in
the wrong, by any means, 1
think that the other couple
would enjoy having him come
to “see them off.” Why not
say, quite casually, “Do come
to the door with us, Bob.”
Attire for the Formal Reception
DEAR MRS. BEECKMAN:
Will you be kind enough to
tell me what is the proper attire
for ladies and gentlemen at a
confirmation reception given at
a hotel from 4to 6p. m.? A. X.
Formal afternoon clothes
should be worn, as at any re
ception held during these day
time hours.