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RESTS ON PHYSICAL
Keep the Body Fit; Emulate the Farmer Who
Quickly Repairs Barn-Roof Leaks so the
Sweet Hay Within Will Remain So.
By ROYAL S. COPELAND, M.D.
United States Senator from New York,
Former Commissioner of Health, Few York Cit]/.
HY do people get cross?
If you were a preacher what advice would you give your
congregation on this subject? Would you recommend any
thing besides prayer and Bible study?
It is my feeling, sometimes, that all of us
preachers are apt to .forget the place of the
human body in the scheme of salvation. “The
body is the temple of the soul,” w’e are told.
Just what does this mean?
You wouldn’t think much of a farmer who let
his barn roof get leaky. The rain comes through
and rots the hay. This essential feed for the
horses gets musty or sour. It loses its value as
What would you say about a jeweler who left
a big hole in his show window? Through it he
would lose his stock of valuables.
A diseased and broken body will result in
damage to the soul residing in it By God’s
grace the dwarfed and undeveloped spirit of the
man may rise on wings of usefulness and give
DR. COPELAND service in spite of the handicap of a body’s
neglect. But who can doubt that had the temple
of the body been kept in perfect order the soil and spirit dwelling
therein would have come in richer fruition?
This may sound like “high-brow” stuff, but I believe it just the
same. I think preachers shou’d tell their congregations that God dees
HOI Blunts uu wiuui urgioci US IH^
body. In my opinion, the time will
surely come when men and women
will be ashamed to admit that they
are lit Too many sicknesses are the
absolute fault of the victims. Why
should we neglect to preach this
You see I do not seek to avoid
my own responsibility. Let no
preacher get mad at me because I
am talking this way. I. too. am a
preacher. Everybody is, whether
his audience occupies the pews or
reads the papers, sits in the school
seats or listens to the radio. Every
body who preaches to an audience
through any medium is a preacher
and he is not true to his trust un
less he urges right living, right eat
ing. right thinking.
The truth shall set men free and
only by knowing and practicing the
right can we expect to go far in
this world or the world to come.
First of such truths is the necessity
for a whole and perfectly function
ing body. When we have that we
•re not likely to be cross, evil-minded
or given to wickedness.
jAnswers to Health Queries
C. L. S. Q.—My hair seems to be
going in Just one spot on the crown
of the head. Will anything be help
• • •
A.—Build up your health In gen
eral and use a go<id stimulating hair !
tonic. For further particulars send a
self-addressed, stamped envelope ar.d
repeat your question.
T. E. Q.—What do you advise for
painful neck glands? It is moat pain
ful on the sides of the neck, right
back of the ears down to collar bone.
Is there any danger of having T. B.
of the glands?
• * *
A.—I do not believe that you have ;
any cause for worry. Try rubbing
iodex ointment into the neck at
ftight. If this does not help In a
week or two it would be wise to
consult a physician.
Coturlsltt. 191*. Ntwipapw Ssrricc. lac.
Advice to Girls
By Annie Laurie.
r|EAR ANNIE LAURIE:
^ I am a married girl seventeen
years of age. I love my husband
dearly, and I know that he lovea
me. There Isn't a better caretaker
on earth than he Is. We have a
lovely little home, of which I try
to take the best of care.
Here is my problem: There Is a
little one coming to us soon, of
which we are very proud. But
after the baby arrives, my hus
band wants me to go to dances,
shows, parties. But I am afraid it
will break up our home, because
we are both very jealous. What
shall I do? UNDECIDED WIFE.
1TNDECIDED WIFE: "Don't cross
^ your bridges before you come to
them,” my dear. This Is exactly
what you are doing, and very fool
ishly. too. Don't you know that there
is nothing in world that draws a man
and woman closer than a family?
And to speak of jealousy is so ri
diculous that I am Inclined to think
you are fooling. Just wait and find
out how wonderfully everything will
adjust itseif. But I will say thla
in your love for your baby, don’t
ever neglect your husband. So many
girls are inclined to do this and it
makes a great deal of unhappiness.
I am sure, with tact and loving
thoughtfulness for your husband's
wishes, you will be able to come to
some sort of an understanding. And
I'm wishing you all the happiness in
the world, my dear, for you and
your husband and your baby.
Love s Awakening SUwlfati Wommm. j
--By Adele Garrison...
Madge Determines, If She Is to Be a Spy, She Will Be an
IKN'EW that Marion was tocn
sound at heart to have only a
selfish reaction to the news I
had given her of her stepfather’s
sacrifice in her behalf. It was but
a few seconds before her Joy at the
prospect of having her mother to
herself for the rest of her vacation
gave way to quick contrition.
“I'm a selfish, ill-mannered cub.”
she said, "but I'm not going to be
low down enough to drive a sick
man away from home. Please tell
him. Auntie Madge, that he dpesn't
need to go on my account. I’ll l*,
good, and—and—I really don’t mind
She was too honest to omit the
last word, and she was so pretty a
feminine Don Quixote tilting at her
windmill that I again had to hold
down my mirth with an iron hand.
“Tour Uncle Dicky would tell you
not to upset the milk bucket,” I told
her, snatching any excuse for a
smile. "In the first place, Mr.
Underwood Isn't sick any longer, in
the second you are not driving him
away, but he has made up his mind
to go and nothing you can say can
change his decision, and in the third
and most important place, it will be
a good thing for your mother. I’ll
tell you more about this when you
come back. For you will go for this
drive, won’t you. sweetheart?
I changed my mandatory tone to
a coaxing one. for I saw that all
danger of hysterical tears was over,
and I felt that I no longer could keep
my mask of sternness from slipping.
My heart was very tender toward
the child who always has been as
‘ dear to me as one of my own blood
could have been.
She flashed over to me and hugged
“Of course I’m going, you darling.
I*m not quite a pig even if I do
act like one. But—what shall I say
to—to—Mr. Underwood about his
"Say nothing.” I told her in quick!
► alarm. “You are not supposed to
know that he has any other reason
for going than the one of necessary
business which he will give your
mother. I told you only because—"
"There was no other way to make
me behave myself,” she finished
with a rueful little smile. "All right,
I won,'t say a word, and I’ll get
ready right away. Tell him I’ll be
ready in ten minutes. And—and
1 11 be just as good as I possibly caj)
*T know you will, dear.” I said,
kissing her and hurrying out of the
room. Mary stood at my door,
“Oh! there you are!” she said
brightly. “I was Just going to hunt
for you. Could you let me have one
of those blotter sheets for my desk
P’d? I spilled jnk on min# Just now
when I was filling my fountain pen.’’
"Of course.” I said opening a
closet where I keep miscellaneous
supplies. "Here you are."
“Thanks so much. How long be
fore Marion's ready?”
“She said ten minutes."
“Oh! I shan't be that long,” she
promised and went back to her room.
I stood looking after her. a queerly
insistent little query in my mind.
Mary is rather a careless house
keeper as far as her room Is con
cerned. It was unlike her to go to
the trouble of replacing an ink
spoiled blotter when a pleasure trip
was in such imminent prospect.
Suddenly I determined to have a
look at that ink-stained blotter,
doubtless now in Mary's waste
basket. Lillian had said that we
must watch her mall and her ac
tions. If I were going to be a spy,
I told myself bitterly. I would be an
efficient one. and. with this deter
mination in mind, I went downstairs
in order that I might have an op
portunity to sp««-k to Harry Under
wood without either Mary or Marion
I Continued Tomorrow)
Owrrlfbt, 1131, Ftsiun tonka Isa
Catching the Moths By Fanny Darrell
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HAVE you ever watched the tiny moths attracted to the
candle flame, or the light of the lamp and seen them flutter
and fall when the rays scorched their g$uzy wings? Poor
little things! And yet, they go blindly to their fate because they
love the flaming glare of the rays and, heedless of the heat, fly
straight to their doom.
And here Dan Cupid and one of his subjects have met a like
fate, only it’* a bit different to the story of the moths. They
KNOW the dangers of the flame—the lovely flame who just waits
and waits for the moths which Love will send for her to capture.
So in one tiny hand she grabs and holds Daniel, and in the other,
she tightly clasps her Destiny—for she’s sure she’s not going to
let go of either until everything’s settled. They’re not afraid of
this flame! No indeed! They’ve been seeking it, and now—well
that’s another story, but I know it will end “and they lived happily
Don’t Envy the Other Fellow’s Portion
By DR. LOUIS E. BISCH
IT IS very rare to find a person who is satis
fied with his own lot.
Almost without exception, everybody
wants to be something or somebody else.
You hear of business men—and successful
ones too—who want to be professional men. The
latter, in turn are likely to express the desire
to go into business.
For example, physicians want to be artists.
Or when they practise internal medicine they
wish tiiey had gone in for surgery, while the sur
1;eons, also wanting to be somebody else, turn
onging eyes toward other specialties or they
rue the day that first made them ambitious to
enter medical school.
Women complain and are dissatisfied in
If they had only married differently! LOUIS r BISCH
If they only had more children, say some.
Others, with children, may wish they had none at all to tie them down.
And clothes! So often they envy other women’s possessions.
So again, we find the employer thinking he’d be lucky if he
were an employee. And, of course, the employee almost always
mums 11 wuuiu oe wonaenui 10 oe1
But when we feel that way do we
ever stop to consider that probably
we wouldn't be any happier If we
were somebody else than we are
Thinking how nice it must feel
being somebody else, and actually
being that somebody else, are en
In our imagination everything is
rosy and bright.
In contemplating the lot of others
we stress all the advantages and
desirable attributes and seldom, if
ever, take the disagreeable features
Yet every station and occupation
In life—every kind and condition of
mankind—has its drawbacks.
It's because we overemphasize
the drawbacks and under-emphasize
our advantages that we look upon
the procession that passes with long
Be careful, therefore, not to let
life fool you that way.
Make the most of what you are.
Be satisfied sufficiently to try to
develop yourself and your oppor
tunities to the utmost.
Lead your life in such a way that
others will want to be you Instead
of you wanting to be them.
Don't waste time making longing
•yes: . _ .
Don't be regretful!
Don't sigh! t
Don't be jealous!
Wanting to be somebody else has
a lot to do with failure.
This continual longing and wish- j
lng usurps so much mental energy
that attention is diverted from the
immediate task at hand and the In
dividual in question becomes, re
latively speaking. Inefficient.
It’s like a person who Is walking
along the road gazing at everything
else except where he is going and.
because of it. stumbles Into a ditch.
Therefore, watch your own step,
don't worry about others, and make
the most of what you already have.
Ciojrrlfbl. ISIS. N>«>ptp«r Feature San tea. Inc.
The Stars Say—
For Thursday, Sept. 20.
CBy GENEVIEVg KEMBLE. .
DAY of radical and conflicting
occurrences Is forecast from
the contradictory positions of
most powerful planets. Although
great and unusual advantages are
prognosticated from the trine aspect
of Luna to Uranus, the orb of the
sudden and unorthodox, the conjunc
tion of Saturn and the Moon may be
expected to wield a retarding and ob
structing force. There may be post
ponements and obstacles, but with
patience and persistence splendid
benefits may mature.
Those whose birthday It Is may
have a year in which there may lie
some contradictory situations, with
stubborn obstacles to overcome or
postponements, but attended by ex*
cellent opportunities of an entirely
unforeseen nature and which may
involve radical change or travel. It
is advised that caution be exercised
in signing ail writings. A child born
on this day may have many brilliant
talents and at the same time be in
dustrious and practical.
Man is no bubble upon the tea of
hit fortunet, helplett and irre
tponnible upon the tide of eventt.—
Romances of the World’s
Great LoversBy cozette pquglass
Victor Marie Hugo and Mme. Juliette Drouet.
ONE of the most gifted men or
all times, is Victor Hugo. I
say “is" because bis is a name
which will never die. as long as
people can read. His monument is
built of the blocks which we call
books—more precious than all the
rare marbles ever used.
Both as poet and writer of prose
fiction. Victor Hugo excels many
whose names hang high in the par
ticular niche devoted to authors.
At the age of twenty he was al
ready known for his passionate odes,
espousing the royalist cause and
At the age of twenty-one he mar
ried his cousin and childhood sweet
heart, A dele Foucher. Undoubtedly
this was a happy marriage, but the
love of wife was not sufficient for
the fiery and passionate nature of
In 1S45 Hugo was created a peer
of the realm by Louis Phillippe. hut
during the reign of the Prince Louis
Napoleon, he incurred the displeasure
of His Majesty and was banished.
Only through the efforts of his loyal
friends, and a false passport did
Hugo escape to Brussels. A reward 1
was offered for his capture dead or
alive, but Juliette Drouet. whom
Hugo had called “the most beautiful
woman of the nineteenth century,'*
disguised Hugo as a woman and he
went to Guernsey where his family!
Mme. Drouet had been an actress.
and bad played the leading part in
-several o< Hugo’s dramas. Juliette
Drouet followed Hugo into his exile,
and one wonders what must have
been Mme. Hugo's thoughts on
knowing she had a rival who was
the constant companion. Inspiration
and confidanteof her gifted husband.
After the fall of the French Em
pire in 1870 Hugo returned in tri
umph to Parts During his exile his
wife had died and all his children
were married, so he went to live
with the family of his dead son.
Here we find Mme. Drouet also, act
ing as hostess at the salon to which
flocked his admirers and friends.
Hugo's "silver - haired Beatrice"
was the Inspiration of many of his
finest works. Most of his verse
seems to have been Inspired by her
and she was ever the companion of
his every thought
However, in 1883, death claimed
her. and two years later. Hugo fol
A romance, indeed, but one which
must have sorely tried the heart of
his wife. But one wonders whether
he would have reached the sublime
heights which he attained had he not
had the inspiration which he un
doubtedly received from M m e.
Drouet. And yet history tells us
that he loved his wife devotedly!
and that theirs was a true love
One can hardly call Victor Hugo
one of the world’s Great Lovers, buti
great man. and greater writer that1
he was. it would hardly be fair to
slight him when one is telling of the I
romances of the truly great.
\ Fashion Model’s Diary
By GRACE THORNCLIFFE
She Tells About a Fascinating Dinner Dress.
MRS. JONES came into the"
shop the other day with a
sad. troubled look in her eye.
“I want a simple dinner dress." she
said. "Something dark and cool and
Summery—but not a printed chiffon.
I'm tired to death of them."
Which gave Madame what Is
known as pause. To find m dress
that is dark and cool and Summery
and not a print is really doing some
thing in these days of figured sheer
fabrics. But Madame never admits
defeat—not when there is the shadow
of a sale in view.
So. just to stall around until she
could think of something that might I
fit the bill, she had me model dresses
that were dark or were cool or were
Summery—but not all together. Then
suddenly, where there had been
worry behind her eyes, there was
"Grace." she ordered, "please
model that black net for Madame."
And she sighed with the content
ment that already sees the price of a
dress stowed safely away in our cash
I had forgotten that dress, but
Just the moment it was mentioned I
knew that Madame had struck the
nail a wallop right on the center of
its little head—for the black net was
dark and cool and Summery—all at
the same time.
Mrs. Jones thereupon became the
parent of that simply darling dress,
exclaiming that It was Just what she
had wanted and so forth and so and
so. It was really a lovely model—
sheer black dotted net over flesh
satin. Pointed hip swathing achieved
smartly the moulded hip line. and.
over a short satin underslip, quite
scant, the full net skirt cascaded to
lovely length in back. A clever ar
rangement of clre satin ribbon dotted
the hip-back and trailed the ground t
Dinner Dress of Black Dotted Net
i Over Flesh Satin.
_CePHlrtt. 19». Xetipipw F««tur» gerrlnt. In*.
Your Skin Is Like
a Rare Flower
Care for It
By Josephine Huddleston
DO YOU know why protective
measures from sun and
wind are essential to the
attainment of a good complexion?
Why I con
you to use
and lotions in
the care of
your skin? It
is to aid you
in achieving a
plexion and to
good com -
call complex- JOSEPHINE
ttny blood vessels that show through
the skin. If the skin is thick and j
course the complexion, naturally, Is j
dull and lifeless no matter how per
fect the network of tissues, filed
with red blood, below are.
The skin must be fine and thin
if the tissues underlying it are to
show through and give the indivi
dual a clear, sparkling complexion.
It's exactly the same principle as
expecting a lovely petticoat made of
delicate and fine lace to show ;
through a satin or serge frock. That i
is a physical impossibility, but when !
one dons a sheer organdy or chiffon
frock the delicate beauty of the slip
shows through, enhancing the charm '
of the ensemble.
When the skin becomes coarsened
and thick there is very little that
can be done to repair the damage, j
Creams and lotions can be used that
will refine the leathery texture to
some extent, but never can the clear, j
translucent beauty of sweet sixteen
That is why it is essentia! that the
akin be cherished with every means
known to us. It must be guarded
from too long exposure to sun and
wind. It must be guarded from ex- '
cessive dryness and excessive olli
ness. It must be thoroughly cleansed
several times daily so that the in
sidious influence of dust and grime
are not permitted to leave tell
marks. It must be soothed and re
stored by healing lotions. It must
be stimulated into Its full working
power by astringents, the dashing
of cold water on the face, the In
vigorating stimulus of the ice mas
sage. and gentle pattlngs so that cir
culation is virile and so continues
its marvelous work of recreation.
Think of your skin as of a rare
flower that needs love and constant
* care if it is to bloom with the sweet
ness that you hope for.
By Wanda Barton
The Eternal Campaign for
JUST between ourselves we wo
men all want to look and keep
as young as possible. We each
have our own pet theories as to how
It can be done. Sometimes they
work and again they do not. A
famous French physician was asked
what the cause of premature old age
was and his answer was given in
two words, ‘’accumulative fatigue."
This is brought about by many |
causes, burning the candle at both
ends, continuous work without vaca
tion, improper food, neglect of phy
sical conditions. Insufficient sleep,
frayed nerves, and worry.
There are a few general rules that
may help If heeded. In many cases.
In the first place analyze your wor
ries and troubles. After doing so
eliminate as many as possible from
your mind. Worry Is useless. It
never corrects a condition and if the
same energy were used to solve the
problem it might in many minor
cases be done away with. Then see
to the teeth. Be sure they are in
order, have the doctor look you over
if you are worrying over yourself,
let him map out a simple diet, with
plenty of bathing, and water drink
ing. and then look into the rest of
the troubles- Arrange housekeeping
in the simplest and easiest manner,
eliminating all small irritating wor
ries along this line. See the chiropod
ist and get your feet fixed up. have
a manicure, a shampoo, maybe a
facial, then start the campaign for
No matter how busy a homemaker
may be she can always arrange her
work to allow her to take a nap
sometime during the afternoon. An
hour of absolute rest will freshen her
wonderfully. This nap is one of the
greatest points in the campaign. It
brightens the eyes, quiets nerves, re
stores sagging muscles. Many women
take their baths at night, then they
have time to brush their hair well,
which is always restful, and use
their favorite night cream, rubbing
it into the skin thoroughly, then
wiping off the superfluous cream
with a soft cloth. This well groomed
feeling is soothing and induces rest
ful sleep. Sleeping alone and with
plenty of fresh air. though not In a
draught, insures best sleeping condi
tions. Plenty of clean clothing is
another help, light, well fitting and
dainty as may tie.
Plenty of fresh vegetables, cooked
and uncooked, and plenty of fresh
riP® fruits are & Joy. are nourishing,
supply natural sweets and are grate
ful to the taste. Comfortable cloth
ing. shoes with medium or low heels
and stockings that are long enough
not to bind the foot. These simple
home rules will work wonders if fol
lowed out, especially the afternoon
nap. the celebrated forty winks, i
which will counteract the weariness
of house work,
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' By Blanche Silver*-.
Dicky Has a Chat with a
Busy Little Carpenter.
DICKY set his a* down besida
the log be was going to chop
up for wood, and sighed.
“Goodness me, but that was a
great big sigh," bussed a merry
voice and a great big violet tinted
bee sat down on the log beside Dicky.
“Its too lovely a day to aigh,"
“Well. I Just guess you'd sigh too
If your Mama had sent you out in
the woods to cut some wood. Bee*
don't know much about cutting
wood,—but say. are you a Bumble
bee? You’re Just about mm hi* as a
“So I am—Just about as big.* buz
zed the Bee. "but I’m not a Bumble
bee. I’m Mr*. Carpenter Bee, and
you say I don’t know anything about
cutting wood. Why. Dicky, my n la
tlves were chopping wood long be
fore you were born. Didn't you e'er
meet a Carpenter Bee before? Then
you've mi**ed a great sight.’* end
Mrs. Carpenter Bee laughed merrily.
“And you sure have missed a lot. if
you haven’t seen one of our houses.
I have Just about finished my house.
You may take a look at It if you
care to. Then we’ll see whether you
say I don’t know anything about
“But how could you when you
haven’t any axe small enough for
you to use?" mused Dickey. “I don t
see how you could cut Into the
“Well, it’s easy enough," replied
Mrs. Carpenter Bee. “See these big
things near my mouth? These ara
my chisels. I can soon cut through
the hardest of wood with them. And
another thing. I don’t have to be
afraid they'll get rusty either. Come
"But I'm not a Bumblebee.”
peek In here.” and she touched Dicky
with her foot in passing and befom
he knew what was happening, ha
was no larger than Mrs. Carpenter * *
Dicky followed the little carpenter
into her doorway and through a
great long hall to a lovely little
n>om. Here Mrs. Carpenter Bee told
Dicky she had placed an egg.
"And above this floor Is another
one and above that la another one
and above that is another one.”
laughed Mrs. Carpenter Bee, "and I
did every bit of the work myself
with these tools. As fast as I finish
a room. 1 lay an egg in it. leave soma
food there for the youngster when it
hatches out, then close it up. I
guess I must have at least eight
stories by now. and you say I can t
cut wood." Mrs. Carpenter Bee sat
down and laughed merrily. "But of
course that was before you saw t ■»
“Well, I must say. I’m surely glad
you spoke to me Mrs. Carpenter
Bee.” said Dickey. "I was Just going
to cut this log up for firewood. Of
course, now I’ll find another on*.
I wouldn’t think of disturbing your
"I certainly thank you Dicky ”
said Mrs. Carpenter Bee politely "it
takes some time to build a house
l!k^n?lne and I d hate have to
on ,dKU ,oven’ 1 ho**® you can find , j»
another log." ^
Here* one right next to the on*
in it?”°U8e 18 ln‘ Does *nyone live
No, I don't think so ” r^nHni
Mrs. Carpenter Bee * r*I>‘1M
cbZIina1*’^" and Dlcky **«»»
woTld it up- When
kV d he wou!<* stop and
chat with his new friend and before
he knew it the log was all readv
take into the house read> t0
im, nwo«w JhnIct> Ine
Words of the Wise.
Fame, we may understand. » no
.ure test of ment. but only 4 prot)4!
bdity of such: .1 u « .cedent, 4
property of —CaHyle.
The glory of ancestors sheds
a light upon posterity; ** auou.
u7es7o ' e'L'rf n°r bad 'lUflh
mea t0 rr«a‘« in obscurity.
J*£S. '“°h mm*‘ c
to count. -Eincr,on “
Let him that hath done the good
office conceal .1; let him that ha.hrT
ceived it disclose it. —Seneca.
He that is proud of the me
*"? °.f hia *«*»• «*• o mad
his fetter3, r* rattUng of
ainhfl7\i F°r indefd- Clothes
o f our If f 0Mr fcmew brancers
of our lost innocency. —Fuller.
The silence that accept, merit as the
most natural thing tn the world, i. ,h,
highest applause. -Emerson
The swallow is not ensnared
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