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What Is Your Sight Worth to You? Asks. Dr. Copeland
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[BUSE OF THE EYES A
OMMONHUMAN FA ULT
get Your Prejudice Against Glasses, If You
Need Them, Advise Medical Authority, for
Poor Vision Lessens Your Efficiency.
By ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D.
United States Senator from New York.
Former Commissioner of Health, New York Cltv.
Is a long time since I have spoken about the eyes. How miserable
>ne can be if the eyes get sore or the sight is impaired from any
:ause. Today 1 shall say something about these precious organs.
9 of my colleagues in the Senate is blind. I often look upon
him with admiration. He seems so cheerful and
is so devoted to his work that it is difficult to
believe he is absolutely without sight. But he
follows the debates and takes part in them just
as if he could see. With it all he is happy.
Sometimes I close my eyes to find how it
would seem not to see. I am thankful I am not
blind and I know you are, too.
Fortunately, blindness is an uncommon ail
ment. Very few members of society are thus
afflicted.
But neglect and abuse of the eyes are just
about as common as any of the human faults.
It is surprising how prone we are to forget things
which are really important. When you con
sider how necessary eyesight Is and how depen
dent we are on it, it would seem to be a natural
tiling to look after the eyes. But we don’t.
COPELAND Eyes are subject to two chief disturbances,
is first place, these organs are exposed to wind and weather, to
and dirt, to infections conveyed by unclean hands. In conse
ce, it is not uncommon to suffer the pain of a foreign body in
ye or an inflammation of some sort.
I unere is a passageway leaning
from the inner oorner of the eye to
the nose. An acute or chronic
catarrhal condition of the nose rnay
•xtend up this canal, the tear duct,
to the eye. Then there Is Inflam
mation.
Besides these inflammatory condi
tions, eyestrain may cause conges
tion and discomfort In tha eyes. Al
most always this can be overcome
by getting properly fitted glasses.
There is a popular prejudice
against glasses, or “specs,” as lots
•f folks call them. “I Just won’t
wear glasses.” is a common expres
sion.
Why not? They are a nuisance,
cf course. Since I have to wear
them most of the time, I can testify
to this. But they are such a com
fort, too. To have all that hazy
uncertainty about type, the numbers
In the telephone book, and the
' beauties of nature—to have that
blurring disappear by the wearing
! ©f well-fitted lenses. Is a Joy, Indeed.
You must not be foolish about
glasses. If they are really needed,
you are doing your eyes serious
harm by neglecting to wear them.
By all nieajis be sensible about It.
After the age of 40 there Is a
^ gradual failure In the distinctness of
n^g^vision/ It may be possible to
s>>Jgnkl distant objects, but things
are not clear. This is known
ka^presbyopia,” or aging vision.
Headaches, neuralgia, inability to
thinnk olearly—these are a few of
, the symptoms noted by the victim
himarUV These uncomfortable feel
ings disappear when the lenses are
Worn.
i Watrti your eves snd eyesight. It
pays to give early attention to any
apmptoms which Indicate trouble
With tb© seeing organs.
i jPAnswer lo Health Queries
MISS E. H. Q.—Will fallen arches
cause tha balls of the feet to ache?
2.—Do you advise treatment for
JUadruff?
A.—Sometimes. It would be wise
to consult an orthopedist.
2.—Yes.
I • • *
ANXIOUS. Q.—Since the birth of
my child, I have had two brown
conspicuous marks on my upper Up.
VThat would cause this condition and
tow can the marks be eradicated?
v A.—They are very likely liver
spots caused by faulty elimination.
Watch your diet, drink copiously of
water between meals and keep the
system clear.
Oupyrixul. law. N»w»p»p« Putur* Sorrlc*. too.
The Stars Say—
By GENEVIEVE KEMBLE.
For Sunday, March 10.
SUNDAY’S horoscope accents the
things of church and State,
philanthropy and metaphysical
leanings and activities. Otherwise
affairs may be those of the Sabbath,
excepting for a sinister figure hint
ing of danger to person and prop
erty. Precaution and self-control
are admonished.
Those whose birthday it Is may
have a fairly active year, with some
change, but there is a figure calling
for a safeguard for person and prop
erty as well as for a supervised dis
position. A child born on this day
may be talented, ambitious, fond of
change and should be fairly success
ful financially. But there Is a men
ace of personal danger and hazards
to property.
The Saints will aid if men will
call.—Coleridge.
For Monday, March 11.
MONDAY’S astrological fore
cast favors those In the em
ployment of others. It is an
auspicious time for approaching su
periors and those in authority for
advancement, favors and increase of
salary. It is also a good time for
renewing contracts. Beware email
j losses and extravagances.
Those whose birthday it Is may
look for a year of advancement, pro
motion or recognition from superiors
or those in places of authority. It
is a time to push for these and to
renew contracts. A child born on
this day may be well endowed with
talents and characteristics for suc
cess, either In employment, in busi
ness or in literary vocations. It
should attain good position and be
popular wth those In authority.
Responsibility walks hand in
hand with capacity and power.
—J. G. Holland.
I A Fashion Model’s Diary
I Bv GRACE THORNCLIFFE
t She Talks About an Evening If rap.
Dear pam: 1
You certainly are the great
est procrastinator In the
world! It takes you ages to answer
a letter. Before you answer, Helene
and I always go through all sorts of
1 wild Imaginings as to what can be
wrong with you. We picture you
eick In bed with the flu, or as hav
ing eloped with the boy friend, or
oaring for your very ill mother— ,
yes, I know we ought to be used to:
you by now, but we keep forgetting.
Anyway, we're delighted to know
that everything’s all right.
i We’ve been busy as the dickens at
ft the shop. The new season has
A started with a bang and there's a
■ continual rush from morning until
I night. I’ve been standing on my I
W feet so much, that I’ve been think
■ ing of going in for flat-heeled shoes,
ft And to make it more hectio, we 1
ft now have the spirit of competition In
I the shop, such as we have never
ft had before. Madame has offered a
yrize at the end of the season to
the girl who is responsible for mak- j
lng/he greatest number of sales.
Sbs^KjNn’t announced what It will j
be yeltt but you can be sure it will j
be something vej-y worth while.
[ Madame certainly Is generous, if
nothing else. Of course, Helene and
I have never slacked on the job be
fore. We like it too much and we
like Madame too much. Bat this
added inducement is just adding zest
to everything we do. We work extra
bard with the women who generally
come in just to look, and we've been
so persuasive that we’ve managed to
sell almost every body who comes in.
I'm a little bit ahead of Helene
now—but she'll probably catch up
with me by tomorrow She expects
one of her pets who always buys
oodles. I got ahead by making a
very large sej£ Jirst before closing
tonight—and fo a new customer at
that. A roman from out-of-town
Who had been recommended to the
Sky Blue Chiffon Velvet Combine
with Sable to Fashion Tills Wrap.
shop cam© in and bought everything
in sight, ending up with ordering a
very sumptuous end costly evening
wrap. Helene and I had often tried
to sell It but without success. It'g
sky blue chiffon velvet, with a dar
ling circularly tucked yoke, and a
graceful gathered panel at the back.
The border and collar are of sable.
Do write and wish me luck, Para!
Lights of Home Truda Dahl
v K IXti, i>r«i)»K-r t iMcxt gam*, lot. Grtaf&ritaiaTSH* r»«rv«d. '
WHAT a wonderful sight! To walk down
the street and see in the distance the
lights of your very own homel Each
gleaming window seems to call a welcome, but
the best of all is when you’re actually there and
look up and see—the dearest faces in the world!
The One who has given her heart to your keep
in", and the baby face which has come to you
both to gladden end crown your love.
These are the true lights of home. The lights
which make for peace and joy and happiness.
The iights that will guide you and be your lode
star all through life. There’s nothing brighter
in all the world than these two faces. So here’s
to the Lights of Home! May they never fade!
Cooking and Serving Rice The Home-Kitchen
the Chinese Way By Alice Lynn Barry.
HAVE you eaten rice In a-1
Chinese restaurant? Then
you’re probably convinced
that they know the art of cooking
it perfectly. Their bowls of rice are
always the same—each grain sep
arate. whole, tender but dry, soft
but not pasty. How do they do it?
(Veil, they’ve had a lot of ex
perience, because rice has been their
principal item of diet for some
thousands of years. Most people like
rice, it is an excellent variation on
potatoes, but the passion for dieting
in this country has put rice some
what in disfavor. The fat and the
slender both regard it suspiciously—
"to a starchy,” which is not an en
tirely accurate crtiiclsm. If you
lilce rice it won't fatten you unduly
if you observe two hints—also sug
gested by the diet habits of the
Chinese, who after all, ought to be
experts by now on the subject of
rice.
For one thing, in China they do
not eat the polished white rice
which, up to a few years ago, was
the only kind we knew here. They
use the natural brown rice, which
has not suffered peeling and polish
ing, and this you can now buy at
almost any grocer's. Brown rice
Advice to Girls
. By Annie Laurie
Dear annie lauriec
I am a girl In my teens and
like a fellow, four years my senior,
very much and am sure he likes
me as well as I do him.
He is in the hospital now and
wrftes to me about once a week.
He has asked me to write to him
whenever I can. Is it proper for
me to write to him every day or so
if I have time when I don’t receive
a letter from him any more often?
So far I have only answered his
letters.
He says he enjoys my letters
very much and that they give him
new hopes. BROWN EYES.
BROWN EYES: My dear child, you
should certainly write to your
friend as frequently as you can. For
when one is ill and In a hospital
surrounded by strangers, a letter
means so much. By all means write
to him, whether he answers it or
not, for you may be the means of
aiding in his speedy recovery. I
hope so.
Dear annie laurid-.
I have been going with a
fellow eight years my senior for
some time. Now my problem is:
He will soon have a birthday and
I would like to give him a present.
What would you suggest?
TIGEIR.
nniGER: If you are engaged, then
you have a wide selection of
gifts, for Jewelry and expensive gifts
are proper. However, if no engage
ment exists, then something imper
sonal—a book, or some trifle that
would please him.
■contains all the nourishing elements*
of the natural plant, and when you
eat it you consume more roughage,
and also you absorb relatively less
starch.
Secondly, our Chinese friends eat
a tremendous amount of green
vegetables which counteract the ef
fects of starch. They eat much more
greens than we do. Examine the
next plate of chop suey or chow
mein you eat, and you will find It is
mostly greens — c e le r y, onions,
sprouts, tomatoes. No potatoes.
Precious little meat
Brown rice and green vegetables
are two nourishing dishes, an ex
cellent combination, whether you
need more vitamins or less fat.
Chinese Boiled Rioe.
1 eup of rice 8 cups of water
1 teaspoonful of salt.
Put the water In a largo saucepan.
While it comes to a boil, wash the
rice In cold water and pour through
a strainer. As soon as the water
comes to a boil in the saucepan, add
the rice, a little at a time so that
It does not stop the boiling. Stir with
a fork If any grains stick to the
bottom. Never stir boiling rice with
a s?>nr>n 1 >o not r*ovor th» «ntice
► pan, but let boll over a hot Rama
for 20 to 30 minutes. Test for soft
ness from time to time, and when
you can crush a grain to a pulp be
tween your fingers, the rice is done.
Add the salt, ajpd stir with a fork.
Then pour Into a strainer or
colander, hold under the faucet, and
let cold water run through, stirring
well with a fork. This washes off
the excess starch, leaving each grain
free of any pasty substance. When
all the water has run off, pile the
rice In a hot serving dish and place
In the oven to he>at through. The
rice will be hot, dry, tender, each
grain whole and separate.
Buttered Rice.
When putting the cooked rice Into
the oven to heat before serving, pour
over the top four tablespoonfula of
melted butter, and stir the rice
gently with a fork so that all the
grains are covered. This is specially
good as an accompaniment to
chicken or to fish.
If you like the flavor of curry,
add one teaspoonful of curry powder
to the melted butter before mixing
with the rice, then stir all together
and leave in the oven to pet verv
hoi
If I Were 1 If I Were
A Man- j A Girl
— ^ JUJ' — By JACK ——J
I WOULDN’T be Jealous of other,
girls—or at least I wouldn’t
show It, If I were.
The best way for a girl to kill her
chances with the boy friend la for
her to start showing symptoms of
Jealousy. I wouldn't keep a suspici
ous eye fixed upon him all the time
and misconstrue every Innocent re
mark be made.
If he said, “Ruth Jones certainly
Is one swell dancer,” I wouldn't get
nasty right away and retort, “Oh.
eo you like her better than you do
me! If that’s the way It Is-" and
dwindle off Into Injured silence. I'd
agree enthusiastically and add my
praise to his.
Or, If he said, “Margaret Brown
looked great tonight, didn't she?” I'd
be right on hand with a "I think she
always looks
stun n i n g.” In
stead of an In
jured, “Well, If
she’s the type
you prefer, why
don’t you go
around with her
Instead of with
me?”
Men are wary
of jealous girls.
You bet! And
not only that. A
girl who shows
a man she’s
Jealous puts a weapon right into his
hands. Figure that out.
I WOULDN’T blow my own horn.
I wouldn’t go around bragging
about being a self-made man and
owing nobody under the eun a
■Ingle, solitary
thing. I wouldn’t
try to Impress
the Girl Friend
with my sterling
worth end mar
velous executive
powers by tell
ing her long and
harrowing tales
of how I started
out with nothing
and through my
own unaided ef
forts built up a
tremendous suc
cess.
I wouldn’t regale her with long
winded recitals of the big business
deal I’d Just put through, with heavy
stress on my own cleverness and
the way the other fellow had had
to knuckle under. Sooner or later
real ability. If any. Is bound to make
itself felt, and the girl who has to
have It pointed out to her probably
won’t believe It anyway.
People hate to be reminded of
others’ virtues all the time. Instead
of advertising my own accomplish-,
ments, I’d let others disoover them.
The man who’s forever patting
| himself on thg back seldom finds
1 anyone «ls« to do it for him.
Copyright, 1929, Newiptptx F»atur* Bsrrlc*, loo.
WELL, SPEAKING OF
DREAM OPERATIONS!
Winifred Black Tells of One Which was so Real that
the Funeral Stage Had Been Reached—Then
Awakening and—the Disappointment!
By WINIFRED BLACK
HE other night—it rained.
How it did rain, and the wind had the time of its life
whooping down the chimney and shaking the windows and
pounding on the door like some giant out on a spree.
And it was glorious to lie awake and listen
to it—but all at once what wTas that pain—a
shooting, grinding pain; there, I’d been ex
pecting it for years—appendicitis.
I’d try to wait till morning, but, oh—
what was the use? I might as well bring up
the rest of the house and get an ambulance
and start to the hospital and be done with it.
No, I’d wait just a few minutes longer—
what a terrible thing—I knew I’d never come
home alive, and the surgeons and the smell of
the anesthetic—and the nurse. I wouldn’t be
a person to her; I’d just be a “case.”
And when I died, who’d care—at the hos
pital.
Where should I have my funeral—at home?
—or in the old church I have known so many
years? Quiet, of course; just a few old
friends; let’s see who’d be there- WINIFRED BLACK
Mary, Kate, Josephine, Marjorie and Jimmie, Billy, Tom, Jef
frey, Sidney, George and Sally—oh, just a few of those I like the
best.
None of those I don’t like—no, I do hope Madge and Clara
WU1 stay away. ineyu JUSI <
look at the flowers and read the
cards to find out who sent
them, and they’d talk about me
all the way home, and what
they’d say—I hope Jane won’t
come, either; Jane’s lots of fun
at a party and no end of good
company at a picnic or a long
drive—but at a funeral!—no,
not Jane; she’d want to laugh, I
know, and that would never do.
Georgie is too nervous; I
hope she won't come; she’d cry
Seen on 5th Ave.
By Florence Ross
With tailored suits a feature of
Spring modes the blouse, of the
tuck-in or over-the-hip variety, is
assuming new importance. Oae
favored model is of beige flat crepe
and affects an apron-like peplum
which falls Just below the hips in
front. The sash crosses at the back
and fastens under the peplum In
front. Intricate and charming!
• • •
A knitted wool bathing suit that
attracted the attention of chopper*
the other day shaded from pale blue
to navy, the different shades form
ing a pattern of angles. The trunk*
were navy blue, and the suit was
worn with a matching cape which
slips over the head and hangs
straight to the knees.
• • •
There is evidence of lengthened
skirt lines and raised waistlines In
the showing of Martial et Axmand’s
Sprng models. This house also fea
tures the back dipping effect even
in tailored suits.
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and make everybody wonder
what on earth she was so sad
about, after all.
And isn’t It terrible to think
that the De Forests didn’t come,
and they didn’t send flowers
either—I was already dead and
almost buried by this time—
and after all I’ve done for the
De Forests, too.
I wish I’d made my will again.
There’s that big Chinese jar
that everyone makes such a fuss
over. I ought to have left that
to Helen; she really loves it;
and who will get my furs. Not
much to get, but still
How happy I was the first
day I wore them; they were so
soft, warm and nice, and now
somebody that I simply hate
will be wearing them, just as
sure as I don’t get time to make
my will again.
Who will live In this house
when I am gone? Well, whoever
it is I hope they’ll be happy.
Will they ever think of me, I
wonder? Of course they won’t.
I shan’t haunt them. I hope
I’ll have something better to do
than that.
Well, it’s been a long journey,
sad days and happy days—I sort
of hate to have it all end—where
is the pain? It hasn’t come
back again—why, I’ve been
asleep for hours—there isn’t
going to be any hospital or any
operation or any funeral after
all.
I’m sort of disappointed—
aren’t you?
Copyright. 1929. N«wtp»ps» Fe»tur» S«rrlc», Inc. j
Love’s Awakening Steadfast Woman, j
—---—By Adele Garrison—-—
A Midnight Marauder Terrorises Mary and Brings Mother
Graham Into the Tangle.
ALMOST before Mary’s first"
scream of fear had merged
Into a aecond, Harry Under
wood was taking the stairs two at
a time, while Lillian and I followed
him as swiftly as we oould.
In the hall upstair* we met Mary,
a shaking, terror-stricken little fig
ure In pajamas who threw herself
Into my arms saying dazedly: ’’At
my window—trying to eet In. Ohl
rCft >r>
“Get her Into bed.” Mr. Under*
wood commanded as he dashed
'hrough the door which the girl had
* open. Katherine’s door opened
he spoke, and the little nurse
'**«• nn to n« Hr>«i fook Mary from
Whispered.
,Y?U.U ^uay for awhile.” She
looked past me at my mother-in
laws advancing figure, formidable
in a high-necked and long-aleeved
nightgown of the vintage Of the
eeventiet
I nodded and turned to my mpuiw
in-law cu. she came towards ua Kath
erine was supporting Mary toward
my room, and she did not halt os
Mother Graham called "Mary.’’ But
the next second Mary's grandmother
with incredible swiftness for her age
had reached the two and gripped
Mary’s shoulder.
“What does this mean?” she de
manded. then as her eyes caught the
girl's bandaged head, she cried out
quaveringly. “Ohl what is it? what
is it?”
Her knees were buckling under
her, and I got my arms around her
Just In time to prevent her from
crumpling to the floor. But as I
looked at her lips I saw that she
was in no danger of swooning, and
I spoke quickly, sharply as I held
her erect.
A Little Whopper.
"Mary is all right, mother; in no
danger at alL Katherine will tell
you the same thing. There was a
slight accident while she was driving
witn Mr. Jackson. He swerved his
car to avoid hitting a man and It
crashed into a tree. But he was
drivingly slowly and carefully, so
there was no serious aocldent. Young
Mr. Jackson will have to stay at the
hospital for a day or two, but Kath
erine says the cut on Mary’s head
will heal very quickly, and all that
she needs Is a good night’s rest."
“She evidently hasn't had that
prescription filled,” the old woman
returned grimly. "What was she
screaming about Just now? Shs
wasn't automobile tiding upstairs
here."
She had released her grip upon j
Mary’s arm, and Katherine Imper
turbably was resuming her progress
toward my room. I spoke in a
lowered, and I hoped significant
tone as she finished her caustic com
ment.
"I think it must have been night
mare, mother. Of course her ex
perience tonight was terrifying, and
she probably woke up dreaming."
But Mary's ears were sharper than
1 had known. From my bedroom
door her voice rose shrilly.
"I wasn’t dreaming, Auntie Madge.
1 was wide awake. I’d gone to sleep
after Katherine fixed up my head,
but 1 woke up again about ten min
utes ago. I know, for I looked at
my wrist watch, and then I lay
there trying to go to sleep again.
And I eaw—”
Letting the Cat Out.
From the doax of MarT'« <r«-n bed.
room T-Jiiir-’ ~~'
^rrmtoTi1 ■
your adylce. Katherine, we’ll want
to question Mary In a few minutes.’’
"She’ll be ready," Katherine prom
ised, and I put my hand under rpy j
mother-in-law's arm and led her to- I
ward Mary's room. With her usual
acumen, Lillian had seized upon the
only thing which would keep Mother
Graham tractable and good-humored
—permitting her to share in the
study of some problem Involving
melodrama.
Harry Underwood was standing by
the open window. He had turned
on every light in the room, and as
we entered he extended his hand a
bit theatrically toward the screen
which had not yet been removed
for the Winter.
“Look at that!” he said, and I
saw that underneath the melodram
atic manner assumed for my mother
in-law’s benefit, there was real ex
citement and uneasiness.
We came closer to the window
and saw that the screen had been
«tit with a knife and was dangling
bp one end.
“Mary wasn’t dreaming," he said.
"Somebody was trying to get into
the room. Lucky thing she was
awake or—"
"Harry!” his wife said warningly,
with an almost Imperceptible move
ment of her eyebrows toward Mary’s
grandmother.
"Or all our diamonds would be
gone,” he finished with a triumphant
look at his wife.
(Continued Monday.)
OopyrfxM, 1929, Newspapw 1'tttuit S«rrl;t, too.
GOOD-NIGH1 ~
STORIES
— By Max Trcfll —■
Rain Rescues the Shadow
Children from the Cloud.
IF you were lost on a cloud, what
would you do? That’e Just what
Mlj, Flor, Hanld. Yam and
Knarf—'the five little shadow-chil
dren with the turn-about names—
were wondering. For they were lost
on a cloud, a small fluffy cloud
such as you see floating idly in the
sunshine almost any day in the
week. Far below them they could
make out their house which they
wished they could reach. You would
imagine that they would jump ,,
being shadows and having no wei«,nt
to speak of. It was little Hanld who
Objected.
“Suppose wo should tall into a
chimney,” she said.
“In that case we d get burnt up,**
said Flor.
"-burnt lip to a cinder.” added
MiJ, who being Flor’s twin always
agreed with him.
“Oh, my,” said Tam yawning, “I
wish I could go to sleep. It’s get
ting later than anything."
The shadow-children felt disconso
late. At first it had been great fur*
springing up and down on the cloud,
for it was a3 soft as cotton. Now,
however, it was getting on to dusk
and there didn't seem to bo any way
of leaving it. To make matters
worse, a wind had sprung up arid
was driving the cloud farther and
farther away from home. All at
once Knarf, who was responsible for
bringing his comrades to the cloud
in the first place, uttered an excise
mation. “I have It!*’ he cried
“You have what?” demand?! the
others. “I have an idea.” he re
4rWe Came Down With the Rain.4*
piled, "an Idea how to get home.*
Without another word he gathered
up an armful of the fluff the cloud
was made of, and shaped it into
rudder. Then ha fastened the rud*
der onto the end of the cloud. “Not*!
we can steer It home,” he explained*
"I hop© wa get home before it's too
late to go to Bleep,” sighed Yam,
But they paid no attention to her.
Mij, Flor and Hanid were helping
Knarf to hold the rudder. "Someon©
ought to sit in front and watch
where we’re going.” suggested
Hanid. looking at Mij. Mij look* d at
Flor. Flor looked at Knarf. Knarf
looked at Yam. who. not having anyt
one else to look at, concluded sleeps
Ily: “Well—I suppose I’ll have tt
go.” No sooner did she eit herscil
in the front than she grew drowsier
and drowsier.
“Are we going straight?" asked
Knarf.
“Oh, yes." replied Yam with her
eyes half-shut. Sh© didn't notice
that the wind was now blowing
harder than before and that the sky
had suddenly become filled with
gigantic black clouds. The cloud
they were on had turned black, too,
and they went ecuddlng before the
wind. “Are you sure we’re going
straight?” asked Knarf again Tarn
roused herself Just enough to cBll*
swer: “Oh, yes, quite straight."
Scarcely had th© words left her
mouth when with a clap as loud a*
thunder and a flash as bright as
lightning (for It was thunder and
lightning, you see) they crashed into
one of the tremendous black clouds.
The next instant they all tumbled
down—down onto the roof of their
house, down th© rain spout and head*
over-heels into the rain-barrel
“How did we get here!” cried *
Yam. whom the unexpected bath had
fully awakened. The others crawled
out of the barrel, dripping wet.
“Why, it’s really quit6 plain—ft
began Flor.
”1Y<J carti^ e^wn >*' rain"
joncludf- i M”
Words of the Wise
We would rather speak ill of
.ourselves than not speak of
of ourselves at all
La Rochefoucauld.
Capital is condensed labor. It
is nothing until labor takes hold
of it. The living laborer sets
free the condensed labor and
makes it assume some form of
utility or beauty. —Swing.
We exaggerate misfortune
and happiness alike. We are
never either so wretched or so
happy as we say we are.
—Balzac.
True friendships laws are by
this rule expressed,
Welcome the coming, speed the
parting guest. —Pope.
H© i* not to be called a true love: el
wisdom who loves il for the sake of
gain. —Dante. j
The only hope of preserving
what is best lies in the practice
of on immense charity, a wide
tolerance, a sincere respect for
opinions that are not ours.
i—Hamerton.