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"Some Women Love Love, and Welcome Him, Though He Come in Swaddling Clothes']
I Beauty Grace field's maxims : of beauty .Beauty may come by the grace '.of heaven —but you must give it ' .a proper welcome. My mother stands as my link with (io<l and heaven. "How to avoid being ugly" is the best beauty secret. Don't use other people as i stepping stones to success —help ; them up instead. It takes sunshine to grow i beauty and happiness and friend- j ship. Grace Field's magnetic beauty. LILIAN LAUFERTY £4<gVjSRHAP£ you think that beauty . * comes by the grace of heaven — . well, even if it comes that way. It only stays when it is made very about not being ugly!" said Grace • .Field with her I'll-be-there-if-you- j ';-Vant-ir.e smile lurking in the depths] of great hazel eyes. •V s eeurse, quite a few of us have '' : °4t hard- time winning the title of but any of us can avoid ■. ■. ,Jseing ugly ,or homely. I have a long ''■;„list of 'don'ts' for the girl who wants to avoid being ugly. And I have one great big positive rule for beauty. It is keep *m sympathetic touch with all the world through your own Joy in your mother's sympathy. My mother —-with her sweet, helpful sympathy— stands as my link with God and I heaven." c The smile —witsful and sweet — trembled out now and lit the face of New York's cleverest soubrette. Sun shine crinkled the mouth corners and lit the wonderful gold brown hair of Miss Field, the fascinating Anna of "Lieber Augustin" at the Casino theater, instead of lovable Grace Field in her own beautiful homy home. HUH DOSTS "My 'don'ts'—which stand for 'How to avoid being ugly' seem to me to be the cardinal beauty secret. Don't worry. Don't dwell on your troubles even If they are big enough to be griefs. Don't get bitter over burdens; that will corrode the sweetness of your nature. It will make your smile acid instead of sweet and make your eyes hard and cold instead of sweet and wistful. Don't use other people as stepping stones to your success. Help them up instead. Don't insist on receiving all the time. It is great fun to if you can give nothing more than a cheerful smile and. a friendly greeting, you'll find that gift will make happiness and friends grow in your personal sun shine. It takes sunshine to grow things, you know —beauty and friend ship and the joy of a generous nature. "1 suppose any one of us would like to be as beautiful as a poet's dream — or the artist's choice of the 'most beautiful wd\nan in America.' But I have noticed one thing—women who are radiantly beautiful are tartly brilliant and brainy. Perhaps they think that Just being lovely pictures The Call's Magazine and Fiction Pages Mental Charm, Animation and a Useful (Election of "Don'ts" from Grace Field is enough—and they don't lay up any thing for the rainy day when beauty IF SHU IS WISE "Pink and white prettiness and golden hair —even wonderful blue eyes do fade in the glare of our strenuous life. A beauty has to take care of every one of her physical j ci:a.rms. And if she is wise she will I add a few mental charms for the 'rainy day' of aging loveliness. "The girl who is frankly not a beauty can cultivate some splendid 'Just as good as what you asked for.' An air of breeding, simple charm of manner, animation, merry sweetness, good humor and a sympathetic atti tude toward life are fine substitutes for beauty. "You look at the woman who Is merely beautiful, but you look at the Venus de Mllos, too, and you don't Invite her out to dinner! For a com panion you choose the girl who is interesting, and sweet mannered. Becoming clothes, physical cleanness, brains and a gracious manner cer tainly give a girl charm. With a sweet nature blossoming out into a sweet smile a girl can fairly hypno tize you into thinking she is beau tiful. "There is a glamor and a fascina tion and a charm about the radiant expression of liking It here on earth. I said I knew something just as good as the fatal beauty of Helen of Troy. The something Just as good won't fade. It Is the ability to give the LASTING EXPRESSION OF BEAUTY. It is the mind to move all the forces of your nature—the heart to be in tune with life and the face molded In sweetness by the clean, happy, eager nature tending the inner shrine." A RADIANT -SMILE The radiant smile of her own sweet nature played in little dancing lights across Miss Field's face of wistful, thoughtful, delicate beauty. A sweet tempered, kindly, generous smile like that is a whole chapter on Beauty! And Miss Field gave me a little conclusion far better than any I ever could write. It was a summing up of her whole philosophy of sun shine: "If you have troubles the must feel that you are strong enough to bear them. There is noth ing to be proud about in having everything come your way with no effort on your part. Troubles are a compliment from the Giver. And a compliment from Heaven ought to be received with a gracious manner, a swi—t smile and a thankful heart:" Little Bobbie s Pa WILLIAM F. KIRK BOBBIK, sed Pa last nlte, the rich est man in this county is cum ming oaver to the hotel to have dinner with us tonite. I met him last nite oaver at the lodge. He rules this littel town with a rod of iron. Pa sed. In the short Summer that we have been staying here I know of a dozen sed Pa. He is a grand old sport, deesldedly not. The only reeson I asked him oaver was so you cud studdy him & try to be as differnt wen you grow up as you can pos- Jest then the rich old man calm. His nairn was Mister Stone & wen I seen him i thought it was a good nairn for him. He was thin &' meen looking & his eyes looked like the eyes in a big fish. He looked as if he wud like to malk everybody suffer. Me & Ma dident like him & he dident like us. I always eat at this hotel wen I am invited here, he sed to us. Thay always wait on me, you bet, beekaus I own the place & sum of these days I will have the landlord & his family out in the street. How nice, sed Ma. How thoughtful You bet, sed Mister Stone. Peepul have got to tote fair with me, or I set down on them good and hard. I suppoas his wife will snivel wen I put them out, sed Mister Stone, but I am used to hearing wimmen snivel & I ain't no tenderskln. I never liked to hear a woman cry, sed Pa. I know thare must have been a lot of wimmen cried wen I married, but I cuddent help that un less I moved to Utah. Pa sed. Pa was trying to keep everything Jolly. I guess he was afrade Ma wud bawl out his rich frend. We are going to stay in your llttel village all of September & October, sed Ma. I think those two months is the luvliest months In the yeer, when all the leeves is gold and crimson & the sky seems so soft & tender. That is the time I git most of my munny, sed Mister Stone. You bet I git after them farmers wen thay sell thare crops. I have to watch them up, too. Some of them will do you if you doant watch them until you git every cent and the interest. Sum of them complain beekaus the crops is poor, but that ain't my fault, sed MJster Stone. Is it my fault if the crops is bad? Do I maik them that way? he a-sked Ma. You can't, but I think if you had yure way you wud, sed Ma. I cud see that Ma was awful sore at Mister Stone. I am going out hunting tomorrow with Len Holloway, sed Pa. Maybe you wud like to cum along. Not me, sed Mister Stone. I don't have no time for such foolishness, & I wuddent trust that Holloway no how. I turned him and his no good fambly out of one of my houses iast winter, he sed, & it would be Jest like him to fill my hide full of bird shot. You bet I know who my enemies are, he said. You must have a vary ree-tentlve memory, sed Ma. Doant you ewer feel kind of ashamed of yureself wen you are alone at nite. Doant you ewer wonder if you wuddent have been happier if you haddent always been so hard with peepul. All I want is my just due, sed Mis ter Stone. Doant worry, sed Ma. After you die you will get it, & get it good, all that is cumming to you. Goodnlte, Mister Stone. Be sure & doant call to see us aggenn, won't you. The Plight of Freckles BEATRICE FAIRFAX AM Za years of age," writes a ! I girl who signs herself by the de- J scriptive name of "Freckles," a ! name that speaks for Itself, "and am deeply in love with a young man six years my junior with whom 1 have J kept company for the last five ! months, ille claims he loves me, but ' when we attend a dance or party he I seems to pay more attention to the younger girls. Do you think he really cares for me?" Older women than Freckles, those i who have known more of love's sweetness and more of Its bitterness, I and to whom Man is no problem, but I something to be read as easily as a ! printed page, will say wisely, "He is j beginning too soon." That the man who loves a woman I some years his senior begins at some I time to think he has wasted the bloom of his youth on an "old woman," is ; inevitable; she may be only a few j years his senior, but the marks of i time are so much more apparent on her face and form than on his that he i feels justified in calling her old at an age he will think is young when he has reached it. Hp: is i xjust So prone is man to this injustice that the wife who is the junior is made to feer with the years that she is too old for her husband. The man j who is true In his thoughts, as well ! as his actions, to the wife who has I grown old in his service, is the excep tion and not the rule. Freckles, who is 2."> and a woman grown, loves a boy of 19, and he says he loves her. He doesn't know what love Is. At his age It is the flattered pleasure a boy feels at having at- i tracted the love of a woman who is older. It is the love of the boy for ' his school teacher told over again, and it Is an injustice to him, as well as to herself, to accept his , stam mered expressions of admiration as ] serious avowals. Women do it, however, every day. Some because they love Love, and i will welcome his messenger though I he come In swaddling clothes. Others I because their charms attract only the | impulsive and impressionable. Others j through motives that are mercenary, for behind the young boy there stands a wealthy father, and others, like ; Freckles, who love, taking no heed of j age, and discover to their cost some ! day that this is a matter of which | the man always takes heed, sooner or later. The boy Freckles loves is already beginning to wander. "When at a j dance or party he pays more atten tion to the younger girls." If he j does this in the first blush of his love, j It is dreary to contemplate what he will do when that love has grown cold. When Freckles, for instance, is 41, and, struggling painfully against wrinkles, a double decked chin and a waist that moves steadily up, her husband will be 35, as young as he ever was. And if the years have brought him prosperity, awakened his intelligence and quickened his brain as they should, he Is very much better looking than he was when a callow youth of 19. NO LIMIT My dear girl, I fear that then, if the tendencies of his youthful love making are a criterion, he will not limit his gallantry to "the younger girls" when he casually meets them | !at a dance or a party. I am sorely | afraid, my dear, that like many men j jhe will forget your love, your devo- I tlon, your constancy, and the untiring | | efforts you Jjave made all these years j to add to his comfort and further his prosperity. He will forget all these In some young girl whose Bmile is directed at the hank account you have helped to accumulate. Your labor, your sacrifice, in those tragic days will become to him more an Irritation than an obligation. Give him up. Freckles! He is too young for you. He is too young for any woman. I want you to know the love of a MAN. I want you to receive a measure as full as you give. A man's heart to match your woman's and not the petulant, willful,..change able love of a boy. ABOUT WOMEN No women are so self-righteous as those who have never been tempted. When a woman wishes to give an other woman a cat scratch she says, "How well you are looking. You must have gained 10 pounds since I saw you last." The wife and mother who is Indis pensable to her family has yet to be born. There are two secrets that every woman can keep—her age and what bait she used in catching her hus band. The most valuable talent that any woman can possess is to be born with the ability to weep without getting her nose red. A woman loves a man for what he is. A man loves a woman for what he imagines her to be. Only fools laugh at the spectacle of a woman coddling and kissing a dog or a canary bird. The wise weep over the poverty of a heart that has noth ing better on which to expend itself. The difference between a child that is an imp and one who has a wonder ful, inquiring mind is the difference between mine and tliinr. Nature has not given every old hen the brains to understand the swan she haa hatched out, About Art AMONG the artists who have painted the portrait of Ella v'heeler Wilcox, It has remained for a young girl of little more than a score of years to make a remarkable success. Miss Frances Cranmer is the artist, and in three sittings of four hours each she produced a portrait which is pronounced by Mrs. Wilcox's near family and friends to be a wonderfully cor rect likeness; and by all critics who have seen the portrait to be an exceptionally fine piece of art work. Miss Cranmer has already dis tinguished herself in portraiture work, and has received medals and praise from high sources. Frances Cranmer was born in Aberdeen, S. D., In 1890, spend ing her early years there. After finishing her high school studies at a private academy in Madison, Wis., she went to Washington, D. C, at the age of 16, where she entered the Corcoran School of Art. under the instruction of E. C. Messer. After spending three years there she studied at the Art Stu dents' league in New York city for a year. From there she went to Boston, entering the portrait class at the Museum School of Art. After a winter's study there she went to Paris, attending classes at tiie Academic de la The Painting of Mrs. Wilcox by Miss Cranmer. Grande Chaumiere, also spend ing some time in Holland} copy ing in the galleries. Since returning, Miss Cran mer's studio has been in Wash ington. D. C, until coming to Minneapolis last fall, when she opened a studio in the Handicraft Guild. Miss Cranmer is a pupil of William M. Chase, Frank Ben son, Robert Henri and the Span ish painter, Casteluccio, and was awarded the gold medal at the Corcoran Gallery of Art at Wash ington, D. C, in 1908. Miss Cranmer Is a young woman of striking beauty, great personal charm and unusual men tal attainments. She feels that he portrait of Mrs. Wilcox has been the most gratifying success of her bril- ! A FICTIONLESS FABLE There was once a woman whom Life hurt. It drained her heart of joy and left it empty and throbbing. She bore it moaning for a time and then she set about filling .the empty shell. She seized upon all the things that lay near at hand and packed them tightly into the throbbing lone liness or her barren heart. There were Cards and Song and Dancing and Wine and Gay Compan ions and Loud Merry Making, and she forced them all—a motley com pany—into the cold emptiness of her desoluation. Oblivion and the for getfulness she sought did not come, but fever and excitement kept her brain whirling far away from the sadness of reality. It chanced one day that True Love passed by, and he stopped at the door of her heart. He knocked, but the ears of her Soul were dulled with minstrelsy and its eyes were blinded by the glare and glitter of revelry, so neither Heart nor Soul could tell the woman that he who stood with out was True Love. At last—and timidly—Love opened the door of the Heart that offered him no welcome, but when he saw how crowded that Heart was with tinsel and paste jewels he sighed, "Alas! there Is no room for me," and went his way. And the woman went on playing that she was happy and content. But Love —hurt and slighted— would not pass that way again for evermore. Colonel —Major Jiggs, that bugler didn't salute me. See that he is pun ished. Major Jiggs (to captain of the com pany)—Bngler Jones, was it? Well, see he is punished. Captain (to bugle major)— Punish Jones. Didn't salute the colonel this morning. Bugle Major (to corporal bugler) — Talk to Jones for not saluting the colonel this morning. Corporal—Jones, my son, you didn't salute old pokerback this morning. If this happens again you'll get a flip under the lug. The Wonderful Career of Frances Cranmer, Who Painted Ella Wheeler Wilcox's Portrait. Miss Frances Cranmer. Mant, in brief, caseer as an ar tist. Miss Cranmer was called to Tuxedo Park Immediately after finishing this work to paint the portrait of Miss Marguerite, the winsome and attractive young daughter of George Grant Mason. Miss Marguerite has taken A New | Telephone Directory -FOR- San Francisco Oakland ' -AND- Bay Counties j Will CLOSE I September 25th j Please Arrange for Any JOhange in Listing or Advertising Matter BEFORE This Date fiS IHE PACIFIC TELEPHONE /2\ AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY %&W many cups and ribbons in her sportsmanship and was painted in riding habitat. The portrait of Mrs. Wilcox was painted in a sunset yellow gown and mantle against a dark green background, and is most effective. When asked for her own opinion of her portrait, Mrs. Wilcox said: "I think it is such a decided work of art that long after my name Is forgotten it will live" in some great gallery as 'A Portrait of an Unknown Lady, by Frances Cranmer.' "Its art value will survive tem porary personality." Miss Cranmer is to give an ex hibition of her work in New York in November. Do You Know- That- There are but three mats of ivory in existence. The largest one meas ures 8 feet by 4 feet. and. although made in the north of India, has a Greek design for a border. It is used only on state occasions, like tho signing of important state docu ments. The cost of this precious mat ■was almost incalculable, for more than 6.400 pounds of pure ivory was used in its construction. Only the finest and most flexible strips of ma terial could be used, and 'he mat is like the finest woven fabric. * * * Not a scrap of paper Is permitted to be carried out of the United States treasury department until It has passed the censorship of the official examiners of the waste paper bas kets. They are two women, who sit side by side, going through the con tents of the department waste bas kets. For years they have been do ing this work, and have saved the government the amounts of their salaries many times over. Some time back one of them found in a waste basket a $10,000 United States coupon bond. * * * Cows in Belgium wear earrings. The law requires that when a cow has attained the age of three months it shall have in its ear a ring to which is attached a numbered metal tag for taxation purposes. * * * More than 10.000 boys under 16 years of age were Injured in mines in Great Britain last year in such a way as to disable them for mora than a week. There are about a million coal mine workers altogether, one worker in every seven being killed or injured last year. * * # A paper chimney, 50 feet high and fireproof, is a curiosity to be seen at Breslau, Germany. * # * Lions and tigers are too weak in lung power to run more than half a mile. * * * Brass farthings were authorized by English law in the year 1613. They were suppressed as worthless about 40 years later. * * # Clippings from masculine heads of hair are used for making strainers through which syrups are clarified. * * * The average height of the heavy rain cloud is 1,680 yards; of the deli cate, fleecy cloud, 9,760 yards. * * # Only 73 In 1,000 letters delivered! in the United Kingdom comes from abroad. * * * Africa is three times larger than Europe. At Sotheby's rooms recently a num ber of autographed manuscripts by Robert Burns were sold. Several of the manuscripts showed a value of $15 a line. The most fatal explosion ever known was at Gravellnes in 1634. Three thousand people were killed.