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March 21, 1917, President Wilson summoned Con gress to meet in extra session April 2. The declara 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.) Times Pattern By Anne Adams Pattern 2064 Several inches disappear from your dimensions when you wear a frock designed especially for you. In today’s model we have lines that are diagonal in both bodice and skirt. These with the smart rever, or two if you prefer, are perfect for the woman who is no longer lit • . •* * t* • * * * yj ipX-V'J ft £& 111 II * W 2064 slender. Tiny tucks at should ers and back of neck afford added fulness where most neces sary. The puffed sleeves and fitted cuffs are new and mighty attractive. Flat crepe printed in very small designs will prove most suitable for Pattern 2064. May be obtained only in'sizes 36, 38, 40, 42 and 44. Size 36 requires 414 yards of 39-inch material. Send 15 cents, coin or stamps for each pattern giving name, address, style number and size wanted. Send for Spring and Summer fashion book, price 15 cents. Book with pattern. 25 cents. Address Washington Times Pattern Bureau. 243 West 17th St., New York City. 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 Syndicate. Inc.) THE WASHINGTON TIMES ‘TOR THE SPORT' NeOrinkley ■VW 'relink\ & jJi tWWMife W OMSK! 4 I J “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.