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The Family Tree
Is Everything
At Least Grandma Thinks So
—-Bv Winifred Black
She Was IT orried Lest Crand-Daughter's Knotcledge of
Her Ancestors Be N'eglected—So She Adopted
Melodramatic Tactics.
SHE stole the child the other day—like someone in an old
fashioned melodrama.
She thought the child was not being properly educated, and
besides she loved her and wanted to see her.
“WINIFRED BLACK.
So she put on a heavy veil—I wonder
• where she got it, you never sec veils any more,
. do you?—and she went to the school, asked for
the child, and carried her away in a big tour
ing car. And the child’s stepmother was
worried to death, and the child’s father was
frantic.
No, it wasn't the child’s mother who stole
the child, it was the grandmother.
The child’s mother was dead, or divorced
or something, and Grandma thought son-in
law had no business to marry again without
Grandma’s consent and give grand-daughter a
step-mother.
What really worried grandma about the
stepmother, was this:
She was a good woman, she was kind to
the child, she acted as if she really loved the
little girl.
sne even emoroidered little frocks for her. with her own
hands, and Saturday when there was no school the step
mother took the little girl to town, and they had luncheon
xogumer in quiei restaurant
and the little girl ordered choco
late eclairs, and ice cream and
everything she liked best, and
then they went to a picture to
gether, and laughed and cried
and had a lovely time, and
vent home and told Daddy
all about it.
And the little girl was rosy
and well dressed and happy—
but dear me she didn't know a
thing about her grandfather or
of grandfather’s stepsister, who
was a not distant relative
to Robert E. Lee or Jefferson
Davis or General Albert John
son or somebody else very im
portant way back yonder when
they talked about the "South’s
Fairest Daughter.”
And of course this was very
terrible—not to know that vour
grandfather had a step-sister
who was some sort of a distant
relation to somebody who was
very important and very di3 -
tinguished when hoop skirts and
cravats and side curls and side
whiskers were all the rage.
So Grandma just stole the
child and took her away with her
and told her all about her grand
father. and his stepsister, and
how many slaves they had. and
how, during the war. old Uncle
Jasper dug a hole behind the
smoke house, way down on the
old plantation and buried the
family silver.
The little girl didn't seem to
care very much about the silver,
but she was a good deal inter
ested in old Uncle Jasper and
the smoke house.
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She thought it would be lots
of fun to go down there and dig
and see if she couldn’t find a
spoon or so hidden in the black
earth all these years.
But somehow she didn’t seem
to be at all interested in the
Grandfather or his stepsister
or anything.
G/andma was bitterly disap
pointed about that.
Why Grand-daughter didn’t
even know what a Yankee was,
and she didn’t seem to care.
So Grandma brought the little
girl home again, kissed her good
bye and went back to a dream
ing little city somewhere down
South. And now the whole
affair is like something she has
seen in a motion picture—to the
little girl.
Poor Grandma, I’m sorry for
her.
It is a terrible thing to wake
up suddenly and find one's self
hopelessly “out of step’’ with
someone who really ought to be
a perfect harmony’all the time.
When the magnolias are in
bloofb and all the mocking bird3
in the world are singing at th®
top of their voices—I suppose
Grandma will sit in the
“gallery,” and hum:
"The years roll slowly by,
Lorena.”
And be sort of wistfully happy
—remembering.
The little girl—oh she hasn’t
anything to remember—yet
Coprrtfht. 1330. Netr,piper Futon Sonin. Iw.
Shake Off Weight
By JOSEPHINE HUDDLESTON
Veanty Authority Discovers a 44Dottle-Exerciser"* That Will
Help Reduce Those Pesky Pads Above the Hips.
IF you folks laugh at me before you’ve tried this exercise the joke
will be on you! 1 know it sounds rather ridiculous, but then many
things do until they have been tried.
You know those pesky little pads of fat that collect just above
J05t PHiNE HUDDLESTON
the hips and a little to the back: And those of
you who have them know how hard they are to
get rid of. There are some exercises that help
and if continued for a long period of time really
prove effectual But in the main such exercises
haven’t been as successful as quickly as we would
like.
Well, I think I’ve got something now that
will turn the trick. I’ve been testing it for sev
eral weeks and it seems wonderful.
I’m going to cal! it the milk-bottle exercise,
fully realizing that the very name is enough to
cause many of you to lose interest—but that’s
what it is and that’s what we are going to call it!
But I want to tell how’ I discovered it. I was
washing milk bottles and one of them was ex
ceptionally hard to clean, for it had not been
filled with cold water as soon as it was emptied.
The bottle was full of warm suds and a dish
tloth and 1 wa3 shaking tt vigorously, curing me snaamg process
*iv mind got on something else and I came back to earth a few
minutes later with arms exhausted and the muscles in my hips crying
*or mercy. The bottle was clean, however, and after rinsing it out I
began on another one ana. paying at-,
tention this time, 1 discovered that
tny brisk shaking of the bottie was
moving the muscles Just above my
MM
{ kept It up a little longer, this
time concentrating on beauty culture
and found if I shook the bottle real
hard it worked on the muscles Just
under where those pads of fat are
most apt to form because all ordi
nary exercise doesn't reach that spot
with the forceful movement which is
necessary for reduction.
"| Disrovering all Exercise. 7
I kept at it, tracing the activity
of the muscles as I shook the bottle
and found that there «as more ac
tion on the right side than on the
left. I switched the bottle so that
thl large end would be in the left
hand instead of in the right and
when I went on with the shaking
more action was on the left side than
on the right.
As I said before it sounds like a
etllv idea to turn a milk bottle filled
with water into an exerciser and I'm
afraid the idea can’t be patented: But
It can be used by any of you who
want to break down fatty tissue Just
■bovo the hips. And it can be used
most effectixely as later experimen
tation proved.
You-want to remember to change
the bottle every few minutes, how
ever. so that both sides are exercised
equally. You could use a dumb bell
if you have one but if you use this
substitute keep it in the same posi
tion that you would if you were
using a bottle.
Advice to Girls
By NANCY LEE
Dear nancy lee:
Please give me advice on
these questions:
1. When a girl is engaged to a
boy is it right for her to kiss him?
2. When a boy is driving in a
car and waves his hand at a girl
is it nice for a girl to wav* her
hand back?
3. Should a girl speak to the
boy first when meeting him?
BROKEN-HEARTED.
DROKEN HEARTED: 1.—That Is
the pleasant privilege of those
engaged to be married. 2.—Why
not? Just a friendly gesture. 3 —
Yes. the lady Indicates whether she
wishes to converse.
The Love Trap
By Fanny Darrell
--A
Three-Minute
Journeys
By TEMPLE MANNING
An Oriental Monte Carlo.
Throughout the world there
are many places which are fa
mous for their legalized gam
bling. There are Monte Carlo. Deau
ville. the Casino at Havana and the
one at Montevideo. Uruguay. Many
more places, too. where the local.,
government grants to a syndicate
the privilege of running gaming ta
bles. One such place is Macao, the
Portuguese settlement on the coast
of China. We’ll visit It today.
Macao once had the makings of
• n Important trading point for the
Orient, but laxity in taking advan
tage of its opportunities has slowly
relegated it to a position of mediocre
(or less) importance. Nevertheless,
it is a colorful place.
The city is located on a spit of
land which Juts out into the estuary
of the Canton River. Both ends of
the peninsula are hilly and the city
nestles in the depression between the
two elevations. Most of the houses
are painted blue, green or red. and
with their flat-topped roofs they
form a picturesque sight.
Along the eastern side of the pen
insula runs the Pray Grande, or
Grand Quay. This is the chief prome
nade of the city. and. lining it. are
some of the town's better shops.
Gambling seems to have penetrated
into the blood of all of the people of
Macao. Fan-tan is the most popular
A Gambling House in Macao.
game and one sees It being played
on the streets with beans, even, as
the stakes. But, of course, the larger
games are those run in the gambling
houses which havo to pay a taa to
the government.
There are twelve gambling houses
run by the Fan-Tan Syndicate. Most
of them operate on a 24-hour day.
As one walks along the street at
night, bright lanterns advertise the
houses. The lanterns will have the
words "Gambling House" clearly let
tered on their glowing sides. Macao
suffers no false modesty!
Another pet gamble in Macao is
the lottery—or rather the lotteries.
There are three drawings daily and
the tickets are priced so low that al
most to a man. Macao plays the lot
tery every day.
Macao has another side, however.
If one wishes to ignore the gambling
and the vice of the city, one can en
joy its attractiveness. The rocky
hills at either side of the city—many
of the hills topped by a church or
monastery — serve as an admirable
frame for the color and pageantry of
the city. Then there are the forts
which once served as protection for
. the city.
| Macao has the two sides, both in
teresting. You can choose between
' them, or possibly you will be able to
get some enjoyment out of observing
I both of them.
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SPRINGTIME—the time of happy laughter, of gaiety that ex- «
presses the pulsating joy and rnvthm of life. Springtime, the
time for merry games that bring happiness and delight to
the sun-lit hours that pass so swiftly by. And, of course, there is
one game that is the most thrilling and wonderful game in the
world when it is played in Springtime—and that is the game of
love. Often it is that the love game begins just as a merry' jest,
a flirtation, or sometimes a series of flirtations with every' nice
man who comes along. Soulful glances, swiftly exchanged, secret
meetings, all the joyous moments of the love game—with Cupid
as the invisible spectator.
There are so many girls who play the game of love in an
airy, happy-go-lucky kind of wav. It’s just an amusement for
them, and a broken heart—provided it does not belong to them—
means just as little as a crushed rose or a dead leaf. But Cupid,
the silent spectator, is not idle, he is just laying his plans and
watching Beauty with an amused tolerance. For he has seen the
game of love turn into a battle for a heart and sometimes the most
indifferent players find that their make-believe has become deadly
aerious.
Love’s Reawakening
By Adele Garrison
Madge, On a Shopping Tour, Is Amazed to See Charles
Owen in Company IT ith—of All Persons—
Lillian^s Daughter Marion!
I DID not permit the problem of*
Robert Savarln’s legacy to ac
company me on my Christmas
shopping trip for my mother-in-law.
With a firm mental gesture 1 shut
it in the taxicab as the driver closed
the door after bringing me to the big
shop to which I had directed him.
There was nothing I could possibly
do, I knew, until I heard from Mrs.
Cosgrove, and I had my work cut
out for me In this afternoon and the
next day—all the time I could spare
for Christmas shopping. I not only
had to purchase all the Items on
Mother Graham's list, camouflaging
the price of each item with a judi
cious addition from my purse and
Dicky's, but I had my last-minute
gifts of my own to purchase, chiefly
for the basement playroom which the
Ticers were constructing as a Christ
mas surprise to Junior and his
cousins.
There was a certain dinner decora
tion. aiso, on which I had set my
heart because I knew it would appeal
especially to Junior and Roderick.
But small reindeer, of candy, or com
position. or metal, were necessary to
the scheme, and with the exception
of two nondescript, rather battered
ones which had seen repeated serv
ice on our Christmas trees. I had
been unable, so far. to find any. But
I meant to exhaust the possibilities
of the big shops and such small
specialty ones as I could discover be
fore I acknowledged defeat.
I tossed up a mental penny before
selecting my first counter. Should
I buy Mother Graham's things first,
or should I attend to my own er
rands? But I did not wait for the
fall of the coin. Too well I knew
that no matter what else I accom
plished or failed to do, I must not
return to the farm with any com
mission of my mother-in-law's un
finished. The only concession I could
make to my own errands was to keep
my eyes open at each counter to see
If perchance I might see something
which I could check off my own last
minute list.
Shopping for Mother Graham.
The store was crowded, but I found
a comparatively free backwater near
a stairway, and taking out Mother
Graham's list, ran over it to see that
I had it memorized. Then I went in
search of a floor man. When I fi
nally was successful In finding one.
I marshaled for immediate use the lo
cations of the sections which con
tained the articles I had to select for
my captious mother-in-law.
Then with my invariable wish to
get the most disagreeable task out
of the way first. I made my way to
the apron counter, to select the gift
which Mother Graham had put down
for Katie.
“Two servicable aprons of good
material, no nonsense.” my mother
in-law had written, and I breathed
my annual little moan of protes*.
For never, In all the years that I
‘have done her Christmas shopping,
has she changed from this biennial
routine. One year she gives Katie
three pair of servicable lisle hose,
the next year two aprons. It mat
ters no whit to her that Katie turns
up her nose at anything but silk
stockings, and either locks the stock
ings in her trunk or surreptitiously
gives them away to some country
woman less fond of American styles.
Nor does she appear to notice the
fact that Katie never wears the se
vere looking aprons which always
have been my mother-in-law's un
yielding choice despite my protests.
In her day. gingham aprons and cot
ton or lisle stockings were appro
priate gifts for housemaids, and she
refuses to consider anything else.
! Kitchen Aprons Again. I
“Kitchen aprons, please." I there
fore said despondently to one of the
saleswomen behind the counter, and
then blinked at the riot of color
which she flashed before me. I make
all of my own aprons, and the previ
ous vear had been stocking year for
Kat.e. so I had made no purchases
In this department for two years
There had been attractive aprons
then. but. with Mother Graham’s ad
monition before me, I had 'turned
away from them to the plainer ones.
But today I saw nothing which sub
scribed at all to her strictures.
“Have you anything plainer?" I
asked, miserably conscious of the re
strained but distinctly contemptuous
astonishment of the saleswoman.
“Nothing plainer than these." she
answered in a tone which consigned
the garment she was holding to the
lowest depths of utilitarianism. “The
real fancy ones are over on the third
counter from here."
An unholy Joy welled up in my
consciousness. I could truthfully
say to Mother Graham that I had
bought the plainest, most serviceable
aprons In the shop.
“Give me these two.” I directed,
and the saleswoman laid aside two
gayly colorfv.l aprons which I knew
would delight Katie as much as they
would irritate my mother-in-law.
But I was not yet satisfied. Always
I have hated “useful" Christmas
presents. To me It is a day for giv
ing and receiving pretty things
whether cheap or expensive, but
which are outside of the ordinary
routine of living- For Instance. I
would rather have a single rose, than
the money for a new hat.
It was this thought which sent me
to a neighboring counter where was
displayed some of the fascinating
imitation Jewels. But I had not
reached it when I heard voices be
hind me which halted me as if they
had been rifle bullets.
"Look. Uncle Charlie!" two girlish
voices said in unison, and I wheeled
to see Lillian's young , daughter.
Marion, with her “roomie," Carolyn
Brixton. looking enthusiastically up
at Charles Owens.’
(Continued Tomorrow.)
Onpyrlftn. 1939. Nrwipapcr Fwtur* S«r*u#, !ne
OcTTrfffct. 19S*. Nrc*«t»9*f Futur* IBe.
Home-Making
Helps
By ELEANOR ROSS
More Clothes Preservers.
IF he’s fussy about the spruce ap
pearance of his ties, then a
simple new invention may keep
him happy. That Is if he boasts no
more than 49 ties.
This new contraption Is a bit of
steel that takes up no more than a
twelve-inch strip of wall space for
fastening. There are seven rows,
each containing seven seperate
notches, and a tie goes by Itself Into
each one. They hang separately in
rows, and as the whole framework
can be swung back and forth, all ties
are visible simultaneously. No fin
gering half a dozen or more to reach
the particular one wanted. Nor do
the ties get tangled up and crush
each other. They hang separately,
kept apart by the small bit of steel
framework.
Another saver of shelf room Is the
swingring wire hatrack for her milli
nery. It's a round wire framework
In which a hat rests, and it is swung
by a wire arm from the edge of a
shelf. If ahelf room is limited, these
swinging hatracks are a great help
in providing a framework that keeps
the hat in good shape, without crush
ing. and without crowding.
However, if there is enough space
on the shelf another kind of hat
holder has some superior points in
the way of preserving the hat In
good shape, jit consist* of a crino
line hat form made into two parts
fitting into each other, so that they
can be moved back and forth, and
adjusted to the right size. A hat fits
very snugly over this fabric frame,
and keeps It permanently In Its
original smart lines. Several of these
on a shelf require ample space so
that they do not crowd each other—
but they do prevent bumps, creases,
or other undesirable changes of line
In the hat.
A Household Hint
To render a fabric fireproof dip in
the following solution:
Dissolve H lb- ammonium phos
phate and H lb. ammonium chloride
in three pints of hot water. The
solution is ready for use when cold
and will keep for a considerable time.
The Stars Say—
For Friday, Mav 9.
J
By GENEVIEVE KEMBLE.
ALTHOUGH this Is presaged as
an active day It may not be
considered a favorable one for
the smooth-running or the progress
of the affairs in hand. There is men
ace of friction, quarrels, litigation,
enmity or probably personal acci
dents or disaster, unless unusual
calm and circumspection be exer
cised. Impetuosity, rashness and
sudden activities or changes might
prove hazardous. In any event there
may be setback and disappointment,
although personal matters are under
happy rule and business, well
directed. may bring future benefits.
Those whose birthday it is are on
the threshold of a very lively and
exciting year, but one calling for
calmness and wise management If
good results are to be attained. There
is danger through tumult, impetu
osity, strife, litigation and accident,
and also there may be obstacles and
postponements. Personal affairs
should prove happy and compensa
tory. A child bom on this day
should have many fine social and
cultural qualities, but should be well
disciplined and educated in eelf-con
trol and responsibility for its actions.
Sickness Is
a Social
Problem
Most of the Crouches and Dis
agreeable Happenings of
This Life Can tie Traced
to III Health.
By R. S. COPELAND, M. D.
U. S. Senator from New York.
Former Commissioner of Health,
Sew York Ctty.
GOOD NATURE is founded on
good health. That snappy,
disagreeable attitude you
hax-e on Monday, isn’t you. It is
the effect of the disturbed stomach
resulting
from overeat
ing on Sun
day.
I heard a
retort once
from a man
who had been
bitterly at
tacked by a
fellow legisla
tor. In quick
time this man
said, '*1 wish
I had indiges
tion so that 1
might frame a
fitting reply."
There can
• at.*
1
OA. COPELAND
oe nu uuuut, i mu suit, uiav nivtiw
of the unkind, bitter and disagree
able things said in this world are
flavored and spiced by the poisons
of temporary ill health. Hunger,
fatigue, had air. physical discomfort
from any cause,—all these are among
the factors that regulate thinking.
Disease is not a personal matter.
If It were, there would be less rea
son to blame the negligent person.
His habit* of overeating, late hour*,
unnecessary exposure, and even
carousing, might be looked upon
with contempt, hut since they affect
ed nobody else that would be the end
of It.
But physical discomfort and 111
health are not strictly personal mat
ters. Their effect upon the mind, pro
ducing bitterness and unklndnesa, is
something that does harm to every
body who cornea in contact with the
sufferer.
The mother or wife, ail the mem
bers of the family. Indeed, are given
extra work by illness in the house
hold. The sacrifices made are proper
ones If Illness comes in the ordinary
way. but when such sacrifices must
be made because of selfishness, it is
another thing.
When we com* to consider the
causes for 111 health, we will be more
impatient about It. It is not for us
to * go our own way.” as if nobody
else were to pay for our misdeeds.
The lowered resistance which
comes from wrong living paves the
way for infection. Many a case of
tuberculosis, pneumonia and influ
enza can be traced to neglect. Think
of the troops of trouble that follow
such an infection.
I am speaking this way today for
one reason only. I want to impress
upon every reader the importance of
health as a factor in the public and
family welfare. Sickness can never
be personal. Its gloom falls on every
body in the victim's circle of social
contacts.
If you are Indifferent to your own
welfare. yo>i cannot be indifferent
to those about you. For their sake,
if not for your own. you will be care
ful of your health.
OopjTltht. 1330. Ftatur* S»rri.-». Inc.
A Blouse of Plaid Taffeta Lends
Distinction to a Simple Suit
of Gray Flannel.
PICTURED today la one of the
most effective tailored costumes j
of the aeason. This ensemble
will appeal especially to the girl who,
while she likes tailored clothes, feels
that to be becoming to her they
should have some slight touch of
femininity.
A simple euit of gray flannel Is
worn with a strikingly attractive and
flattering blouse of plaid taffeta.
The tie ends of the blouse are fin-!
.Ished in a huge bow which is worn
[over the coat. And to make the
’effect perfect a turban of taffeta
completes the costume.
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GOOD-NIGHT 1
STORIES |
—. By Max. Treti .
“Before a giant
Can grow big
He has to eat
A roasted pig.**
—Shadow Sayings.
FOR a moment MU. Flor. Hanid,
Vam and Knarf—the five littl*
shadow children — didn't know
what to do. I’m quite sure if you
were in their place you shouldn't
have known either. *
They had reached the top of the
magic beanstalk which they found
growing in the Fairy Tale Book
garden, and just as they took the
first step off the stalk into what
seemed to be a strange country high
up above the clouds, they were
alarmed to hear a loud voice crying:
"Fee-fi-fo-fum.
I smell the blood of an Englishman!**
The next instant a boy came rush*
ing towards them in the utmost ex
citenrent and the frightened shadows
didn t know whether to dart down
the stalk again, or wait to hear what
the boy had to say.
“Nothing can happen to us.**
said Knarf *11 at once.
"Why not?” the others wanted to
know as they prepared to dart down
the stalk.
"Because he smells the blood of
an Englishman, and we aren't ,
English.” A
This seemed to be right so thev* V
waited till the boy cam* up. which 1
he did k moment later.
"Help me. help me.”' he cried. "He
wants to eat me!"
• Who does?'* they demanded.
•The giant who lives here. My
name is Jack. The beanstalk be
longs to me. I climbed up to see
who lived here and all of a sudden
as I was hiding in the palace which
you see Just behind the trees the
giant came home. He knew I was
there and he tried to catch me. ’I li
make pot-roast of you!* he shouted
but I ran away from him and now
he's looking all over for me. He'll
be here in a second.”
Sure enough, the giant could be
heard beating about among the trees
Just behind them and coining nearei
and nearer with each step.
"Why don t you escape down the
stalk again before it's too late?”
Hanid urged.
The boy named Jack shook his
head. "Oh. I ran t do that It lan t
“Help Me," the Boy Cried.
in the story. I'm Jack the Giant
killer and I can't go home until I've
destroyed this wicked giant. Won't
you please help me?"
“■We re not much used to destroy
ing giants.” Yam said.
"They're a little too big for us."
added Flor, who wns no bigger than
the big-toe of a giant.
"You don’t have to be big." Jack
pointed out. “You have to bo
clever—”
At this Knarf threw out his chest.
"Of course I'll help you," he said
boldly. “Where is the giant? Well
show him who's clever. Come on.
shadows, follow me." And he started
off towards the giant, whose legs
could be clearly seen, looking lika
tree-trunks.
“Here you—Mr. Giant—you’ve got
to be destroyed, do you understand?"
he called up loudly, making a cup
of his hands. “And be quick about
it. too. We've no time to waate."
Hearing this the giant suddenly
bent down and picked up the bold
Master Knarf between hia thumb
and forefinger. yj
“H'm you'll make a nice sauce for
my appl^-dumpling." he said licking
his chops, and without another word
he *et off in the direction of the
palace.
“Come back, come back!" cried the
others in dismay. All in vain. Still
holding the squirming Knarf. the
giant disappeared into the palace
while the others, shouting loudly,
followed after.
(Tomorrow: The Dinner Party.)
CtopyUfM, 113*. N«jr»»w F«tu-« Strut*. Ine.
Words of the Wise
They say that man is mighty,
He governs land and sea,
He wields a mighty sceptre
O’er lesser powers that be;
But a mightier power and
stronger
Man from his throne hath
hurled,
And the hand that rocks the
cradle
Is the hand that rules the
world —Wallace.
Doin') easily rehat others find
difficult is talent; doing what is
impossible for talent is genius.
—Amiel.
Your knowing is nothing un
less some other person knows
that you know it. —Persius.
TT> lire, but a world has
passed away
With the years that perished fo
make ns men. —Howells.
It is a great comfort to be
free from guilt. —Cicero.
ffJmpttcftjr of character Is no
hindrance to subtlety of intel
lect. —M or ley.

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