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The Call's Magazine and Fiction Pages AND CAUGHT UP AT THE COLLAR. the broad kimono sleeves are outlined by a band of skunk fur. as is also the small de medicis col lar which has an ad ditional finishing touch in a lining of yellow swedish satin, a bow effect, made by catching up the dra pery, fastens the wrap at the chest. the Latest edict of fashion is that mati nee frocks must pref- ERABLY BE IN PALE • TONES BECAUSE THE BRILLIANT LIGHTING OF THE PLAYHOUSES MAKES A DEMI-TOILETTE SEEM MORE IN KEEPING WITH THE OCCASION. A PRETTY ONE IN THIS STYLE IS SHOWN ON THE RIGHT. IT IS OF "CHAIR DE LOURNE" CHARMEUSE. THE BODICE, MADE IN KI MONO STYLE AND BLOUS ING IN FRONT, IS \OF CHARMEUSE. THE NECK IS CUT V SHAPE, AND IS TRIMMED WITH CROSSED BANDS OF SKUNK, GIVING THE BECOMING BOLERO EFFECT. IT IS FASTENED IN THE MIDDLE BY A HUGE PASSEMENTERIE ORNAMENT. FULLY DESCRIBED BY OLIVETTE THE DE MEDICIS COLLAR IS OF OCREE LACE, AND IS BONED TO MAKE IT STAND UP, WITH TWO POINTS IN FRONT. THE SLEEVES, CUT ALSO IN V- SHAPE TO CORRESPOND WITH THE NECK, SHOW A FLOUNCE OF THE SAME OCREE LACE THAT HIDES THE ELBOWS, A WIDE DRAPED BELT OF AUBERGRICE SATIN, CROSSED IN THE MIDDLE FRONT, ENCIRCLES THE HIPS, CATCHING UP IN FRONT A DEEP FOLD OF THE SKIRT, GIVING A CHARMING AND HEIGHT ENED EFFECT TO THE WEARER, TWO GATHERED FLOUNCES QF LACE EDGED BY A BAND OF . SKUNK CIVE THE DESIRED TUNIC EFFECT. Front. A fold of charmeuse falls at the back.—Olivette. A DEEP EATER Senator Frawley said in Albany. 01 a corruptlonistf "He went in too deep. He was like the boy. "Motoring one summer day in the country, I saw a boy who was going through a strange performance. He hopped up and down on his left foot, while he held to his right ear A large stone on which he tapped l —tap, tap, tap—with a smaller one. " *My boy,' I said, 'what on earth is the matter?' * " 'Water in me ear.' the boy replied, as he continued his hopping and tap ping. "My own boyhood came back to me. I Temembered doing Just such things myself. . " 'Aha,' I said. 'I remember now. I. too, my boy, have hopped and. tapped like that when I've been swimming and grot water in my ear.' ' " 1 ain't been swimming," said the boy. t " 'But how on earth, then'— I be gan. " 'Been eatin' watermelon,' he in terrupted, calmly." HELPING HIM OUT Conversation hung fire badly. There were several matters which the young man wished to discuss—one in par ticular —but somehow he could not muster the necessary courage, and the silence became really painful. "I was speaking with your father last night," he said at last, somewhat inanely. "Oh, were you?" answered the sweet young thing, lowering her eyes. "Er— ,wb.at" were you—er —talking about?" "About the likelihood of war in Mexico. Tour father said if there was fighting he hoped it would soon be over." The sweet young thing smiled. "Yes." she remarked; "I know he's very much opposed to long engage ments." CSSK BOOK to DOROTHY DIX A DISH much in favor in many households is pickled husband, which may be served at any meal, although the majority of wives seem to relish it as a tidbit late at night, Just before going to sleep. Almost any kind of a husband may be pickled by a wife who is a real industrious trouble hunter and conscientious about doing her full duty about bossing her family and looking carefully after its ways. The best husbands to pickle, however, are the good natured, easy going sort (genus rounder), although there is a small, meek variety (genus henpeckis) that have a very fine flavor also, and are much easier to pickle. To prepare this delicious condiment to married life first select your husband. Pay especial attention to this, for some husbands can't be pickled at all, and when you try to pickle them they run all over the place and make an awful mess. Therefore be very careful on this point, for to the great majority of women the domestic menu would be flat and tasteless except for the unfailing supply of pickled husband they always keep In the"cupboard. Select then, if it be possible, a nice, fat, juicy, thin skinned busband who is fond of gayety and has many friends. Jf he thinks he knows how to play poker, so much the better. Smell his breath, and if it has an odor that resembles an old pipe and a trlass of stale beer you may be sure that you have secured a luscious specimen for pickling. Cf you can not get this kind of a husband, almost any sort of'a busy, hard working husband of the species Americanis Boobis will do, but pains must bp taken to avoid husbands with square'jaws and pale blue eyes, especially if these features are accompanied by red hair, as this species defy the most heartfelt efforts of any wife to pickle them. Having secured your husband, take him home and begin the pickling process by first salting him down in brine, in order to melt down any backbone he may happen to have, and to make him into a perfect mush of acquiescence. It lias been proven by millions of housewives, who have tried it, that nothing so completely takes the stamina and fight out of a man as tears. So begin with the process of disintegration on your husband by weep ing over him. Turn the domestic hydrant on him morning, noon and night. Weep over him because you can't have this, and you can't have that. Weep when the soup is Falty; weep when your J J '* fit; weep wiieti no comes home ten minutes late to dinner; weep when his mother comes to see you; weep when he won't take you to the the ater; burst into perfect floods of tears If he dares to criticize any thing you do or say, or that your mother does or says. Keep the water spout going continuously until the whole atmosphere of your home is so damp and fog-gy and sticky that it will give anybody rheumatism of the heart and sciatica of the disposi tion. Persist in the salt water treatment until you perceive that your husband is getting webfoc-ted, so that he is afraid to make, a move lest he should inadvertently step on some of your pfecious little •feelings, and so pre cipitate another downpour. You can also perceive when he is becoming sufflcently gelitudinous to pickle by sticking the pitchfork into him now and then. If he answers back he needs another .barrel of tears poured over him, but,lf he returns no back talk he Is in fit condition to proceed with the further processes of pick ling. ■ *,wo.. ...m all over wlfh a sharp tdngue. Make the gashes as deep as you can* by saying all the things that will cut him to the quick to hear. Some women hold that the best way_to do this is by taunting a man with his failures, and telling him how much better some other man provides for his family than he does, and bow Mr. Jones' wife has ' a limousine and diamonds, while they have to ride on the streetcar and use safety pins for ornaments. Other women contend that the best way to lash a husband with a tongue is to hold forth upon his weaknesses, and to rip him up the back and slash him. crossways about the time he came home after he had-made a nlgbt with the boys, or the poker game in which he lost $50. or the old friend he lent some money to who never repaid him. . Undoubtedly both of these plane are excellent, but the great ma jority of wives content themselves with more superficial tongue pricks, technically known as nagging, about the ten thousand little things of everyday life, and this is probably the best method of all, because It Is so thorough and does not leave a single particle of the cuticle of the husband that has not beerf searijled. Having .reduced the husband to a pulp by soaking him In brine, and having thoroughly pricked him with a sharp tongue, now souse him In a mixture made as folfows: . « Take" five gallons" of the vinegar of temper, the more acid the better.'.-a quart of the gall of Jealousy, a half pound of the paprika of spite, two ounces of tlie seeds of doubt, and spice it up to taste with suspicion, insinuations and recriminations; throw in enongh «elflshness to cover it all a .dark bilious" green, and stew the -husband in this brew for some 20 or 30 years, at-the end of which time he will be found to be as sour as any wife could wish. . Pickled husband is strictly a family dish, though occasionally It is served up for company. Its chicf # use, however, Is as a nightcap for women. Many wives are so addicted to it that they could not go to sleep unless they had partaken of a large slice .of it Just before they go to bed. If these directions for making pickled husband are not sufficiently explicit, bfides njay obtain further information by observing the methods of almost any married woman of their acquaintance. g&LMk BgbLis's Pa® WILLIAM F. KIRK WIFE.. Pa sed to Ma, I have got a rare ti*eet for you & little Bob bie. • I doant know about these rare treets of yures, sed Ma. I havent forgotten that county fair that you took us to, the time you tried to dr.lnk up all the hard cider in the grounds. This is going to be different, sed Pa. This is going to be a good old .Ger man picnic, the kind that we used to go to when you & I was yung boys & gurls together, Pa sed. Let us go & think of them happy days that is gone beeyond recall, sed Pa. I will go if little Bobbie & you want to go, sed Ma, but I nevver had a vary good time at a German picnic. Thare is always a band & thare is always beer, but as I don't like brass musick or lager I cant see whare the fun will cum In. But I will go. So we all went to the German pic nic. It was at a little plais called Ol denburg & thare was a lot of peepul picknicking. Ah, sed Pa, here is my old frend Fritz Schultz. Cum rite here, Fritz. Wife, sed Pa, allow me to present my old frend Fritz Schultz. How do you do, Mister Schultz? sed Ma. Mister Schultz was awful fat. He must have weighed 300 pounds. I do all rite, lie sed, aber tonight I am sad. This afternoon it rained a little, und the picnic almost spoiled. The wether is luvly now, tho, sed Ma. I am sure we are going to enjoy the evening. Always when it rains then I am sad, sed iMster Schultz. I know it is going to rain tomorrow, alretty, und den I will be Had aggenn. My poor | brother August made himself hanged last September, he sed to Ma & Pa. It was raining just like this afternoon it rained. August vas such a cholly fellow. Even after we found him in der barn we saw a smile on his face. Almost could I cry now to think of August. Think of July insted & laff, sed Ma. Life is too short to feel sad and pass away, Ma sed. Is this yure llttel son? Yes, it is littel August, said Fritz Schultz. I nalmed him after my broth er which is ded, alretty. He can play with yure littel fellow if you vant him to. Pa gaiv me a dime & I took August over to buy him a drink of lemonade. He was a funny looking littel German boy; he wud look rite at me & I doant think he was thinking about anything at all. I bought him sum lemonade, but he dident like it vary good, he sed to me Sooner wud I have beer. Not with me, I sed to him, I am off the stuff. That is what I used to heer Pa say. I tried to talk to AugusCabout the boys that he knew & about his school & about baseball, but he dident eeven know who Matty was. He sed thay had a cow naimed Mattie. He newer eeven herd of Mister McGraw. All lie sed was Maybe it will rain tomor row, alretty, and make me sad. Why do you get sad wen it rains? I sed. I had a unkel, his nairn was the saim as mine, sed August. He made himself hanged. Then I took August back to his Pa & coaxed Pa to take us hoam from tlie picnic. Yes. do, sed Ma, you wud think it was a lot of Glooms out for a time. THE FAMILY CUPBOARD Adapted from Owen Davis' Broadway Success. Dick bids his mother goodby. ifoti Can Begin This Great Story Today by Reading This First Crjarles Nelson, a wealthy New Yorker, on coming home on a certain , afternoon, discovers his son. Ken neth, drunk, and in the scene that, follows, Kenneth accuses his father of maintaining another establishment." Nelson admits the truth of the charge. His wife, a society leader, hears the discussion, and it develops that the estrangement in the family has come through the woman's indifference to her husband. Their daughter. Alice, sides with the father, and Kenneth takes his mother's part. Mrs. Hard ing, a mutual friend, tries to patch the trouble, and contrives that the Nelsons shall meet at the Alpine apartments, where Nelson has gone from his home. In the lobby of this apartment house Mrs. Nelson acci dentally meets Kitty May Claire, the girl who had won her husband's af fection. After his wife leaves. Nelson has a talk with the girl.« He tells her they must "quit." The girl declares she will have revenge. She takes it by having the son, Kenneth, fall In love with her. jj Now Read On (NOVELIZED BY) (From Owen DbtU' play now being presented ] •t the Playhouse by William A. Brady. - Copyrighted, 1813, by International Newi Berrien.) Continued from Yesterday SOME GIRL, Ken was relieved. The farewell was not to be a tragic affair after all. No scene. Men hate scenes. He felt grate ful to Mary. She was some girl, by Jove! "Tea roses are like Mary. I'll wear one in my buttonhole—that is, if Mary will put it in there for me," said Ken, gently. "Of course," said Mary, a little breathlessly. "And all day long we can be thinking we left a bit of your own thoughtfulness with you. Ken." "But I hate to leave you. Ken. Do come," urged his mother. "Shall I. Mary?" "Oh, Ken, if you would!" Ken Nelson's good angel stood at his elbow for a second, and then Fate sent a little cabaret tnne Jigging through bis mind. Some one on the station platform waa serenading a girl on the train. Ken remembered Kitty. He waa to meet her at the Knickerbocker at 1. "Oh, I'd come," he laughed easily. "Clothes and toothbrushes and clean linen can be purchased on the train no doubt! It really wouldn't matter about my lack Of trunk. I'd come — but I have a luncheon date!" But when Ken kissed his mother goodby he had to jog his memory to tlie tune of "You're sober, this time, my boy," for Mary's cheek was soft and warmly glowing pink, while the slim little hand she gave him <n fare well was cool and white. The train fled away to the South lands, and Ken sped to Forty-second street. But a little fragrant memory of Mary Burk lingered in his heart — and in his buttonhole was the tiny tea rose her fingers had fastened there. Over the lunch table and above the rim of a glass of champagne Kitty's eyes gleamed a challenge. "So you take me to luncheon and wear little white rosebuds to shaw Kitty May 'what a divil ye are wfd the ladies.' " Ken looked at the rosebud uneasily. Somehow he wished Kitty wouldn't. "It's pink—at the heart," said he, stupidly thinking aloud. "Prove It." cried Kitty. And Mary's rosebud perished be cause Kitty Claire must see its blush ing pink heart! Surely, and with rooitrioui power, Kitty was tightening her bold on Kenneth. She waa fostering his In fatuation. She was speeding the tri umphant day of power—the day when Charles Nelson's sou should love the woman hi.* father had east aside. It seemed natural enbugh to Ken, when all other ties were cut, to take rooms in the downtown apartment hotel, where Kitty and her chauffeur, Jim Garrity. were established. It was all perfectly proper. At least it all looked perfectly proper to Ken. And it was living! There were long sunshiny days of luncheons and rides and teas and merrymaking with pretty Kitty by his side. There were delirious evenings of wine and song—and woman. Those evenings meant Kitty in his arms! To the whirling music of the caba rets they danced. Fast—with the mad whirl of the dervish, or slow— with languorous suggestion of the Nautch girl, they circled in the dance. About them heavy perfume, rich colors, exotic music and magnetic women. All around gleam and glow coffee or tea is sensed 1551 In: and *' uM Wt^SaHß&jl!- B«BBB|Hi Sealed imfe:""" half-size «Ps(SH||o HI Packages pieces W&fflmwSS&Wm HBBHfi THE AMERICAN SUGAi* |H|i REFINING COMPANY ■ Address: New York City I I~TlTiTnirß>l IMIMIIWIIIIIIIIMIMIMIMiWMMWIII HIIIMIIIiT il' I I A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York, and an atmosphere to lure and stimu late the senses. And as he drowned along at the call of the dance Ken held a slim, vibrant slip of a girl in his arms. It was a merry tune —and Ken neth Nelson would pay the piper. He would pay—for Kitty's car and for her dainty little suite, for the privilege of knowing Mr. Dick le Roy, and for the former cabman's masquerade as his own daughter's chauffeur. But, most of all., he would pay for the bitter fact that Kitty Claire had come into his father's life—and gone out—as Kitty May! But there was a clean, decent strain deep in the boy's nature. At the,end of a month he had not guessed what an older, bolder man would have known at the end of an hour. At the end of a month the boy who had in sulted Mary Burk with a drunken kiss while she was under the protection of his own roof was respectfully bidding Kitty May good night at the door of an apartment just across the hall from his own quarters. Again he was drunk; but with tie manners of a Chesterfield he bade good night to the girl to whom a drunken kiss would have been a lark, not an insult. A DEEP WITCHERY Kitty's Witchery of him was deeper than the mastery of the drink to which he had given himself. But as soon as her influence was removed, weariness and liquor had tiieir sway. Silk hat, dresscoat, paieat leather pumps, pleated shirt, tie. watch, ooins. billfold and cigarette case all formed a melange on the floor ef his crimson walled living room, and three minutes after he Jiad said a torturingly re spectful "good night" to Kitty, Ken neth was fast asleep. Nine hours of heavy, drunken ob livion. Nine hours of loglike slumber. And then a voice fore-fed Kenneth back to consciousness. "Mr. Kenneth.* Mr. Kenneth!" "Hello!" muttered the waking prod igal. He rose on his arm sleepily, protest ingly. like a child who begs for just 10 minutes to get awake. "Hello/ Potter!" he • reproached. "Why did you wake up so soon?" "Good morning, sir," said Potter, who had been deposed from his lofty estate as butler to the Nelson house hold, because there was «io Nelson household—and who was now care taker in chief of Mr. Kenneth, for whom there was no caring. "It is 12 o'clock, Mr. Kenneth." Kenneth rested a trembling hand on an aching head. "I've no objection! Qh, Potter!" * *ry/es, Mr. Kenneth?" • At a time like this even a staid old family butler of irreproachable Eng lish training must have a struggle not to act as a man instead Of merely "man" to his master. "Oh, Potter, what a head I've got!" Potter went out to the living room, secured a pitcher of ice Water which be had brought for this Very usual emergency, captured a frlass and poured a drink for his young master. "There's music for you," miised Ken neth. » • He took a great piece 6f ice from the glass, applied it to "his head, then seized the pitcher itself and fairly drained its contents! "Potter!" said he, returning the empty pitcher regretfully, "you've saved my lVfe!" t "Yes, sir," said Potter calmly. "Give me a cigarette. Too bad about you. Potter. After 10 years of re spectable service to end as a chape ron." "A what sir?" asked Potter in amazement as he lighted the luxurious cigarette in bed for his master. % "A chaperon," said Ken tersely be tween puffs. "I take that to be moth er's purpose in inflicting us on one another, in the hope that your exam ple and the restraint of your unim peachable respectability might keep me from,all evil." Repartee is not for, servants. "Bath is ready, sir,'' said Potter In reply. "Oh, I'm a very sick man, Potter." "You probably have eaten something that disagreed with you, sir." "Don't kid me. Potter! I can spell Remorse without any assistance this morning. Never again! Do you hear me?" . * "Yes, sir," said Potter, unemotion ally. "Do you believe me'" "I should, sir. You have said so quite frequently. Bath is getting cold, sir." Just as Ken transferred from the realms of white linen to those of white tiling there was ,a knock on the outer door, and one Richard L<e Roy appeared with the calm famil iarity of habit. Continued Tomorrow