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LTo Live—We Must Have a Never-Failing Supply of Lime! I
NO HEALTH WITHOUT
ESSENTIAL MINERAL
**Liine Starvation” a Condition to Be Avoided, Warns
Dr. Copeland, for of All the Chemical Elements^
of the Body This One Is Most Important.
By ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D.
United States Senator from New York.
Former Commissioner of Health, Fexo York City.
MAN cannot thrive without a never-failing supply of lime. So
important is this mineral to oar physical welfare that doctors
are harping more and more on the dangers of “lime starvation.”
Each of us must have fifteen grains of lime every day.
How simple living would be if we could have
the druggist weigh out for us and place in a
capsule, exactly the quantity of each mineral
required by our ever-changing bodies. Then, at
the stroke of twelve, or at some other convenient
time, we could swallow our daily ration, take a
couple of glasses of water and call it a dayl
cut living will never be so simple as this.
Henry Ford talks about the “synthetic cow,” but
, the time will never come when foods as we now
understand them, will be forgotten. We cannot
hope to have synthetic or artificial foods take
the place of the familiar dishes of our dining
tables.
The lime from the quarry or lime-kiln is not
acceptable as a food. While this particular
mineral might be used to supplement the “nat*
no rnoci avh ural” lime we get in our vegetables and milk, it
, DR. COPELAND cannot do for us what the organic lime is cap
able of accomplishing.
One of the marvels of Nature is that reaching-down by the roots
of plants and extracting from the soil the chemicais essential to their
Jfcrhwth. The cattle graze upon the grasses of the field, taking into
|;xnv‘> Doaiei me nunc raj eieir.eme*
which are transferred by the chem
istry of life into organic substances,
capable of sustaining the life of
human beings. Through the flesh
and milk of these animals we get
the lime and other substances which
snake possible our welfare and activi
ties.
Talk about gold and platinum, dia
monds and emerald^, as precious
metals or precious stones! The lime
And phosphorus, iron and Iodine, the
potash and all the rest—these are
indeed the precious substances of
Mother Earthl Without them man
would be poor indeed and destined
to almost Immediate death.
Of all the chemical elements of
the human body, lime is theVnost Im
portant. We must have three times
as much lime as all the other mineral
substances combined. It la said
that the average person has In his
tissues four or five pottnds of lime.
Most of It Is fotind In the bones and
teeth, a considerable part of It In
the backbone If you are really worth
your salt!
The muscles owe their tone to the
Ume given them by ths blood. They
could not work without It. If you
Are soft and flabby, weak and use
less. It may well be that your Urns
supply Is not what It should be.
Your heart’s beating depends up
©n the lime In your system. It is
Absolutely essential to your very
•xistence.
How are we to get an ample
Amount of lime?
Time does not permit a complete
Answer to this question. Another
day I shall go Into this fully. L*t
me say now that the main sources
©f the lime supply are milk and a
milk product like cheese. Green
▼egetables. eggs, the cereals, dried
fceans and peas, lean meat and nuts
like almonds, are rich In lime.
Apples and other fruits carry It.
must make sure to get our
full supply of this precious sub
stance.
] Answers To~Health~~Oneries :
B. I* Q-—What causes snoring?
2.—What causes a person to feel
tired when hs has not worked at
All? _
A.—Snoring Is Invariably ths re
Ault of mouth breathing. It may be
due to adenoids, catarrhal trouble or
polypus. A nose and throat special
ist should bs consulted.
2.—Auto-lntoxlcatlon will produce
this feeling.
CWTTUbt. 1(39. IWtor* S«-rlca U*.
The Stars Say—
By GENEVIEVE KEMBLE.
For Sunday, Feb. 24.
SUNDAY’S horoscope holds testi
monies of benefits and a gen
erally fortuitous state of affairs
for the clergy, philanthropy and
occult, metaphysical or philosophical
speculation. The strong position of
Uranus and Sol fosters developments
of brotherhood, and alliances with
the pubilo or government and pro
motes all research and scientific In
vention a
Those wrtiose birthday It is may
push for an active year In the realm
of public affairs, government affilia
tions or in connection with those en
terprises utilizing nature's finer
forces. All manner of land and air
transportation, invention, explora
tion and investigation w1U be stimu
lated. A child bom on this day may
be skillful and ingenious In science.
Invention, research, should possess
originality of thought and action,
and may also be ambitious and popu
lar. It should be a conspicuous suc
cess.
For what it prayer, but the ex
pansion of yourself into the living
ether. —Kahl'd Gibran.
For Monday, Feb. 23.
A MOOT complex and contra
dictory state of affairs may
be looked for. according to the
conflicting places of Important plan
ets. Although Jupiter Is with Sol
by mutual operation, promoting and
expanding many enterprises of large
value, fortified by Neptune's place,
yet malefic transits of other im
portant planets tend to frustrate, de
lay and devastate. Fraud, robbery,
violence, disappointments and stub
born obstacles may Influence con
structive effort. The convertible
Mercury also hints of misrepresenta
tion and probable litigation.
Those whoae birthday it Is may
expect a year of many conflicting
and baffling situations. While the
general complexion of affairs should
be one of progress, expansion and
advantage yet there are many off
setting obstacles and difficulties.
Fraud, violence, litigation, and frus
tration of many complexions are
presaged. A child born on this day,
although having many excellent
capabilities may reach success
through much hazard and hostility.
l.ittle men ntake timple things
teem complex; big men make
thingt teem timple.—Glen Buck.
I A Fashion Model’s Diary
By GRACE THORNCUFFE
y She Discusses a Smart Retc Coat.
ITTXeiaR PAM—Tour sister andj
j I I her adorable husband sailed;
this morning after a week’s
honeymooning In our town. This!
certainly seems to be wedding-bell *
time. Just after Helene end 1 got
'•▼er the effects of all ths gaieties
• connected with Margy’s wedding,
' ytmr aisiter arrived with a new hus
band.
I think it** awfully thrilling that
they sloped. That's what Tm going
to do some day If I ever decide to
take the fatal step. 1 think It's much
more romantio and exciting than a
formal wedding with all the busy
body relatives and snoops' friends
around.
, I can’t for ths lifs of me under
stand why your family objected to
her marriage. I know you wrote
that they’re quite used to the idea
now and don’t mind at all. But how
could anybody have to ‘ get used to”
John. He's a darling and Helene
and I fell in love with him In Just
the short tlms they were here. And
Nancy was so happy that it was a
pleasure to look at her—she simply
beamed all the time. I know she
cnly knew him for six months, but
what of it? That’s long enough to
know whether or not >ou're in love
i and I’m sure Nancy will never re
gret her choice.
Kancy dropped in the day before
ahe left to get some things for the
trip. She needed a heavy coat far
the boat, end still didn’t want to
Invest in a steamer coat because
she felt she wouldn’t hav® much ure
it when she returns. 5=h» mad*
B'ery wise choice, fcr «he selected
% coat taat she can us® over he: e
Vi
Dark Blue Duvetyn and Gray
Krimmer Fashion This
Stunning Coat.
all next season. And it's a stunning
model. It's dark blue duvetyn with
a huge collar and cuffs of shaded
dark gray krimmer. And It has that
smart new graceful panel hack.
n lev. d her In It—but, of
course, he'd love her In rags!
Queen of the World By Fanny Darrell.
■ . '*"M '■ ..
IN the realm of love there are many mon
archs, scepter-wielding and stern. But
there is only a single queen, and her crown
b motherhood.
Fortified by love, enriched by the gems of
happiness, serenity and peace, the Queen of the
World rules with a smile. She has no need of
armament, for is not love Invincible? She dis
dains material riches, for her coffers are filled
with more satisfying metal—a baby’s smile, a
lover’s homage.
She seeks no other lands to conquer—this
queen. For love is her domain, a baby her
“captive.” And as she envelops the gurgling
prisoner in her caresses she croons a lullaby of
peace; she has no battles to win, no subjects to
subdue. Motherhood is a fearless queen whose
throne is never threatened.
■ ,—- _■_jf is—a———
Noodles as Prepared and The Home Kitchen
Served in Other Lands * By Jeannet,« Youn* Norton
NOODLES, though so closely re
lated to the macaroni pastes,
have an individuality of their
own. When the noodles are pur
chased they are generally In ths flat
ribbon shape, but when they are
made at home they may be cut in
various shapes depending upon what
dishes they are to be used for.
In Chines# cookery the noodles
play a prominent part, and while
many of the cooks make them as
needed there is a factory on the old
Bowery. In New York, where they
are made and boxed for distribution
to Chinese restaurants through the
Middle West and Canada. Exquis
itely clean, the workers wearing
Chinese blue cotton suits, ths fac
tory is quite an Interesting place
to visit. The noodles appear In
chop euey, chow mein and In a num
ber of other dishes, as well as being
fried and served m brown gravy by
themselvea The Japanese use a great
many buckwheat noodles In their
cookery as well as those made of
wheat or rice flour.
French cooks have an Interesting
way of cooking their noodles In spin
ach Jules to color them green; In
tomato paste to color them red, and
they use saffron to color them a
deep yellow. French manufacturers
offer them for sale already cooked.
They are deooratlve when used In a
cream eaucs by themselves or In
various combinations where their
coloring counts.
Chinese Noodle*.
Sift half a pound of flour with a
saltspoonful of salt, the yolks of
► three eggs, and a few drop# of.
alkaline solution. Work with the
bajids to e firm dough, then roll out
on the board. Let dry a few min
utes. then with a sharp knife cut
In thin strips. Shake them loose
with the fingers and set aside to
dry out. When dry they are ready
to cook. When used for noodle soup
drop the noodle* into boiling water
and cook until they float on the sur
face. then throw them Into cold
water and rinse, reheat In fresh boil
ing water, drain and drop Into a
bowl containing a little oil, or melted
butter, pepper, a little salt, or ahoyu
sauce. Now divide the noodles Into
Individual portions In the soup places
and pom over them the hot soup.
This is called ‘'yat kol min” or
noodle eoup. Min means noodle.
Yat kol the particular kind of soup
used with the noodles.
Austrian Noodle*.
Take four ounces of flour and a
half salts poemful of salt, mix to a
stiff paste with the yolks of two eggs.
Knead thoroughly for fifteen min
utes then put the paste aside for
half an hour, then roll out on e
lightly floured board as thin as pos
sible, then divide In two pieces,
place one on top of the other and
cut through into match-llke stripe.
Shake well to eeperate the stripe.
► spread on whits paper to dry, and
when they do not stick together, they
are ready for use. Drop aa many as
are needed on top of the boiling eoup
and poach them for ten minutes be
fore serving.
Pried Noodles.
Place the needed quantity of
noodles In a steampr and steam for
half an hour. Have ready two table
spoonfuls of fresb lard, ready melted
and at boiling point, drop In the
noodles end fry e delicate brown,
drain and place on e hot dish.
Creamed chicken may be poured
over the noodles or any kind of
sauce liked.
Noodles and Oysters In Brown Sauce.
Steam ■ pound of noodles a half
hour. Cook two dosen oysters In
l their own liquid for three minute*
until their beards curl. Make a
brown esuce of a pint of heavy, well
seasoned beef stock, thicken It with
rou* made of browned flour and but
ter. Season well and when smooth
and thick sdd the noodlea When
they are heated through add the
drained oysters and serve In a hot
dish. This make* an excellent
luncheon dish, hearty and nourish
ing.
i Advice to Girls
EAR ANNIE LAURIE:
Not more than a year ago 1
became acquainted with a young
man. a Junior in high school. We
thought a great deal of each other
until a month or ao ago. when his
affection for me grew cold. Later
I met him again and made a date
with him and he lied to me to get
me to go out with another gtrl.
I have tried to forget him. but
cannot.
He always comes back to ms
when other girls are done with
him. Will I let him go when he
comes back or forglvs him again?
A BROKEN-HEARTED GIRL.
A BROKEN-HEARTED GIRL
Stop being a door-mat! For
that’s exactly the role you have been
playing. And besides, you are too
young to be thinking serious
thoughts of love. If the boy is such
a cad as your letter indicates, you
should be glad to be rid cf him. In
stead of pining and moaning over
him. I’m sure you have Jots of other
friends and I'd suggest that you go
with them and let him seek hie own
friends. Have too much pride to let
him feel that whenever he feels like
coming back he can claim your en
tire time. Put your mind to your
studies and prepare yourself for
whatever Itfs may hold for you.
Pi I
h I
If I Were ) If I Were
A Man- A Girl
■— By JILL —— By JACK
1 WOULDN’T insist on • girls
being all pepped up every min
ute of the time. If she stopped
talking for five seconds on end. 1
wouldn't ask her anxously: "What's
the matter? Are
you tired?" If
she forgot to
smile for a min
ute, I wouldn't
inquire plain
tively: “Are you
angry? Have I
done something
to offend you?"
A girl can't be
the personifies
tion of perpetual
motion all the
time. Alter all,
sue s only human, and the human
machine runs down occasionally.
Also, she may be thinking. I'd give
her credit for It, anyway, and not
keep prodding her with foolish ques
tions.
If she decided to sit out a dance,
I wouldn't regard her as unnatural
and lacking in pep. Perhaps ahe
merely craved some conversation. If
ehe sat beside ms In a car and didn't
speak for half a mile, I wouldn't
decide she was bored or sulky. Per
haps ehe was enjoying the scenery.
Silence ran be merely restful—and
a girl la entitled to a rest once In
awhile!
'D THINK of a man's comfort
sometimes Instead of concen
trating on my own. When l
went to the movies with the hoy
friend. 1 wouldn't insist upon sitting
In the last row to save myself the
bother ot removing my hat, unless
I was sure he preferred the last row,
too. After all. a fellow might be
□ear-sighted and what good Is the
last row going to do him?
Or, If the boy friend and 1 decided
to spend a quiet evening at home.
I wouldn't Insist upon regulating the
temperature to suit myself. I'd ask
him If he found the room cold be
fore I turned on the radiator at full
blast, and I'd lnqulrs whether it was
warm before I opened the windows
wide and let In a
If we were go
ing out to din
ner. I’d think of
his stomach as
well as my own
and I wouldn’t
insist upon going
to a Chinees res
taurant If the
very thought of
C h 1 n e a s food
mads him ill.
In all relation
ships thsre
ought to be a
give and take, but when it comes to
boy friends It ssems to ms that the
girls do all the taking.
tmnitbt. HU, Kanctp* IMtu-« tavta*. 1m.
‘THE LAST RIDE’—BUT
IT WAS ALL A DREAM!
The “Woman Who Is Always Well” Reveals Her
Amazing Vision of the “End”—Rut She’s Glad
She's Not Done with Life—Yet!
By WINIFRED BLACK.
THE woman who is always well reached out and took another
roll, then poured herself a second cup of coffee, and leaned
on the table—-isn't it reprehenaible, how we all lean on the
table these days, and anyone who didn’t keep her hands in her lap
every minute when she wasn't using her fork
would have been ahot at sunrise ten short
yean ago.
“Well,” said the woman who is never ill,
“here I am, breakfast as usual, letters, a tele
gram or so, the morning paper, and one or
two friends calling up before the day has
really begun.
“Wouldn’t It have been queer if I had been
out of it all—once and for all.
“No breakfast, no glass of orange Juice,
no telephones, no letters—nothing but flowers
and tears, ana a few nice speeches and a song
or two, just to make everybody feel a little
worse.
“Last night I woke up in the night and my
heart was playing the saxophone, or it felt
that way anyhow, and suddenly I seemed way
off from everything, nobody mattered any
more—what difference did it make what the new color for Spring
was going to be, and a lot I cared about who would entertain the
bridge club the next time.
"Going, going so fast, all the bright, glittering tinsel thing we
call kvuik—supping —uic
old frienas, the new friends, the
old ties, the old memories, the
new hopes that sing so gavly in
the heart—forgotten all the
pretty speeches, gone the
cadences of a voice so dearly
loved—good-bye to gaiety, good
bye to laughter, good-bye to the
singing of the heart under the
moon—no more breaking of the
waves on the white sand, no
more singing of the wind in the
trees.
“Well—there will be one to
mourn me, the old dog would
howl and frighten all the neigh
bors—children, home, fnends
slipping away, slipping away,
everything that was so Impor
tant yesterday—less than no
Importance now.
“What a lot of mistakes, what
a double handful of follies, how
many deep regrets—who would
come to the funeral, I wonder?
“Well, I hope someone would
have sense enough to tele
graph my husband and tell him
to meet me on my way across
the continent as he has done so
many, many times before. Only
this time I could not smile
when he spoke to me. No, I
could no longer be a torment
and a grief and a puzzle—even
to him.
“But somehow on that last
ride, e\*en though we are es
tranged, even though I have al
►
most forgotten how he looks,
somehow I hoped, lyiny there in
the night, alone and afraid, that
he would heed the summons and
come across the world to me
and say good-bye and put a rose
in my hands—and now here 1
am perfectly well, and if hus
band should walk in at the door,
I wouldn’t know what on earth
to do with him—and was it
migonette or lilacs I wanted for
my last wreath—what a joke it
all is, anyhow-”
And the woman who is always
well laughed and took a sip of
coffee.
“Let’s see,” she said, "half
East nine, why it’s early yet,
alf across the world where my
heart is, they won’t be getting
up—well, anyhow—she lifted
her coffee cup end made a little
gesture of salutation.
“Here’s to life—and lore and
laughter—
“I’m glad I’m not done with
them all, quite yet.”
Amusing, wasn’t it? But
somehow—I thought of the man
she once loved so dearly long,
long ago, and wondered if, when
he is suddenly ill and thinks
he’s going to die, will he remem
ber her and hope that she will
come to drop a rose upon his
grave.
Cop rrl I tit. list. Rovtptpw r»tan Barrie*, to*
Love’s Awakening Steadfast Woman. |
-By Adele Garrison
Noel Gets a Lesson in Wooing from Madge, But Still Feels that
Mary is Lost to Him Forever.
ARY?" Noel Vsrttssn’si
lyl vole* was little more!
than a choked whisper
as he put the question, and with a
lively dread of what shock the next
tew minutes might bring him. I
smothered my reluctance to tell him
of the betrothal 1 had sanctioned
but a few hours before.
If Georges and Mary should come
Into the room. 1 did not believe the
young and arrogant prince could
resist the temptation to announce
the engagement to Noel. His gloat
ing would not be boastful but real,
and I told myself fiercely that I
would not permit the sensitive boy
facing me to undergo that ordeal
without being prepared for it.
"Yes. Noel." 1 said softly, but
rapidly, “that is Mary's voles and
Prince Georges is with her. Listen
to me!" I made the words emphatic.
"There is something you must know
before they come in. but you must
not take it seriously. Mary found
out yesterday—never mind bow—
that Princess Olina had asked you to
marry her. and that you had con
sented. In a fit of pique—1 am sure
it was nothing else—she promised
to marry Prince Georges, and they
are going to announce it at a little
dinner soon. Don't look Ilk# that!"
The color left his face and his
eyes stared wildly at mi "Pull
yourself together, boy!” I said.
"They may corns In hers any sec
ond."
Unwilling Listeners.
I had been conscious as I spoke
of a voice outside the window—that
of Prince Georges — questioning
Mary’s reason for not wishing to
enter the restaurant. And even as
Noel—obeying my behest—gathered
strength from somewhere to draw a
mask of composure over his agitated
face. Mary's voles sounded again,
this time coaxlngly.
“Georges, dear. I know I'm an
awful pest, but really can’t we go
somewhere else? I—I—don’t like—
this place. I—I—can’t stand It to—
dine here."
"As you wish, of course, dearest."
Ths young prince's voles was that
of a tender, adoring lover, though
I was surs 1 caught a note of an
noyance in 1L And then their foot
steps retreated down the veranda,
and In another minute we heard a
car drive away.
It was not until then that Noel
found voice, and the mournful ca
dence of his tons, the suffering in
' his eyes caught at my throat de
spite my annoyance at his helpless
hopelessness concerning Mary.
► "Did you hear her?" he asked
miserably "She said she — "
Proof of Love.
" 'Didn't like the place and couldn't
stand It here.'" I repeated glibly as
he stopped. "Yes. I heard her. and
if you want proof of her caring for
you Instead of Prince Georges, you
couldn’t have a better one."
Hla ayes, big, bewildered, searched
mine.
“I—I don't see," he stammered.
"You and she have been here to
gether. haven't you?" I persisted
ruthlessly, feeling a bit like a vivl
sectlonlst "And the memory of that
visit la—a somewhat—tender one?"
Ths red which dyed his face and
neck was my answer, and I hurrifd
on.
"Than dcn't you see why she
can't ‘stand If to dine here?" I per
sisted. “Memories are swaying her.
too. and she cannot bear to dine with
another admirer in the same place."
His eyes lightened for a moment,
then shadowed again.
"But that doesn't alter the fact
that she s engaged to him." he said.
“And it depends upon yourself ab
solutely whether she goes on being
engaged to him." I retorted.
He straightened himself, startled.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Some Sound Advice.
"Simply this." I told him. “Mary
Just now la chagrined by your en
gagement, and now that she has
found out Georges’ Identity—she did
not know it when she accepted him
—she Is a bit dazzled by the notion
of a possible throne—you know what
gossamer ar.d moonshine a roman
tic girl's notions are. But she Is so
high-spirited and he so masterful
that the glamour won’t last many
weeks—you see I speak confidently.
The one thing for you to do is to
assert yourself when that time
comes and sweep her off her feet."
He stiffened involuntarily.
"I never have cared for the posi
tion of second violin." be said a bit
frigidly.
“My dear boy!" I said Impatiently.
“In Mary's orchestra you are not
only the first violin but the ’cello,
the trombone and the drum, only
she doesn’t quite realize It yet Are
you going to risk losing her and
your happiness because of a bit of
foolish pride?"
"No. oh! no." he answered. "Tell
me what you wish me to do.”
"For the present nothing save
play the devoted lover to Princess
Olina," I answered.
"But—” he stammered. "I don't
understand. I thought you said 1
must not marry her?"
(Continued Monday)
CopxrlfU. 1913. fauin Swrlc*. Isa
GOOD-NIGHT I
STORIES
■ > ■ - By Max Trell —
The Shadow - Children Meet §j
Mr. Spelling Bee and Hava
a Buzzing Time.
AS IT was a cloudy day. Mlj,
FI or. Han id, Yam and Knar! j
—the little shadow-children—
left the real-children and went ofl
by themselves.
"Let's sit tn the chimney *nd
count the smoke." said Yam.
"Silly." retorted Mlj. -*you cant
count smoke. Let's find a spool at j
thread and unwind It."
"And then make knots tn It," 'l>4
added Flor.
"No.” put tn tianld. "not knots;
that wouldn’t be nice."
Just then they heard a loud "buz*
buzz" behind them. "It’s a bee."
cried Knarf. The shadows all hui*
ried over, for unlike real-children,
they were not afraid of being etung.
"Are vou a bumble bee?" asked
Yam.
"Hm-m." said the bee, in a hurt
tone. "I’m a spelling bee. If vou
please.”
"Oh." they exclaimed.’’ what caa |
you speUT'
"I can spell anything."
"That’e easy." remarked Knarf.
"Anybody can spell anything Can’t
you spell hard words like . . .**
He paused tn doubt, not knowing
any hard words to speak of. i
“Let's hold a spelling match.*’ sugw
(rested Hiuiid. It seemed like a fine
idea. “The bee will be master." she
said, “and give us the worda”
I _I
"I'm • Spelling Bee."
"I’ll be delighted," replied the bti
as the children stood In line befool
him. “Spell bee." 1
"B-e-e. bee." said Hanld promptly.
"Wrong." broke Is Knarf. ^Ifi
b-e. be." !
"I think you're both right." aatf
the bee. puzzled. "Spell see."
“S-e-e, see.” answered Tam.
"S-e-a, sea," said Knarf. The bee
looked more puncled still. "Spell
won.” said he. turning to Flor.
"W-o-n, won," Flor replied.
"That's not the tight one." cried
Knarf. "It's o-n-e» one."
"Spell there." eald the bee. dle»
regarding Knarfe remark. i
"T-h-e-r-e. there," said Hanld.
"T-h-e-l-r. their." eald Tam.
“T-h-e-y- apostrophe r-e. they're.**
eald Knarf.
"Spell sent." the bee went on. try.
lng not to mind all these Intermix
tlone, which puzzled him more and ■■■
more.
"Do you mean sent?" asked MJj.
"—or scent?" asked Flor. "—cent?"
asked Knarf.
"I think you'd better spell wear •
the bee answered. "It will be easier."
"W-e-a-r. wear." said Hanld.
"W-a-r-e. ware.” said Tam.
"W-h-e-r-e. where." eald Mlj and
Flor. |
“Is that right?" exclaimed the bee.
"Which la right?" Inquired Knarf,
"r-l-g-h-t. or w-r-l-t-e or w-r-i-g-h-t?’*
"I don't know." It said. "N-o!"
exclaimed the shad'wr-chlldren la
surprise. It was so mixed up by this *"
time, however that it few off Irltto
out another word and disappeared
Inside a flower.
"At least it knows a flower." said
MtJ.
"Is nothing at all tike flour,**
edded Flor.
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Words of the Wise
Reading (s to the mind, what
exercise is to the body. As by
one, health Is preservea,
strengthened and Invigorated;
by the other, virtue (which Is
the health of the mind) is kept
alive, cherished, and confirmed.
—Addison.
Be is not worthy of the honey
comb
That shuns the hives because
the bees have stings.
—Shakespeare.
The lost of gold succeed* the rage
of conquest;
The lust of gold, unfeeling and to
monoiet* I
The last corruption of degenerate man |
—Johnson.
Was there anything real aver ?
gained without a sacrifice of
some kind? —Helps.
They never taste who always
drink. —Prior. i
Every evil in the hud is easily jj
crushed; as it grows older it become*
stronger. —Gcoro.
The spirited horse, which will
of itself strive to beat In the
race, will run more swiftly if
encouraged. —Orii
It is the end that crotons ns,
not the fight. —Herrick.