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: * ~^,:lz°.,?:;'v:^z:i.7-;>r'^i: tAtmrllAt .•JTSJ|%%U^ VI -I^IIV VUVMIIII% IlllV^ offick-tto.?^ commkrck aT . lime. Pub, Co. Rrrry Urmia* Kifryl nmudmj. Jk^-f , ' _^^_______^ Open-air schools for Tacoma - why not? They have tried them in Chicago, where the weather gets cold, and they have made a wonderful record. They had several in Seattle last year, and the reports are that they are a great improvement over the old closed school room. Why not start the movement in Tacoma? - [Baby Hands ' | BABY HANDS! IN all the world there is noth ing half so strong, in all the world there is nothing half so pure. It seems at times as if God creates babies that weary men and women might not aban don faith in Him. What tongue can tell, what pen can describe what a baby means'? Everything that is holy, that is beautiful, that is good, clusters around a baby. It's tiny hands fasten around our hearts with a mighty grip that naught but death can loosen, and men and women are nearest God when they kneel at a bab} r's feet. A halo ever rests over mother and infant, as if they had caught something of the radiance of an other world as they lingered at the eternal gates. Every baby is a completed miracle, and is so priceless that kingdoms are worthless in the balance. For that morsel of humanity a woman has paid a terrible price and a man has pledged his honor and his life. It was for them the millions who have gone before strove; it is for them that we must strive if we are men. Recalling Hiram THEY'VE STARTED THE recall on Governor Hiram Johnson in California. Taking the republican elephant's tail and trunk in either hand, Hiram has tied 'em in a hard knot that promises to hold; and besides, he's turned the governing business over to his understudy and is going off bull moosing down east. They may get the necessary 45,000 petitioners against Hiram, but Californians are a humane, sym pathetic people, and large numbers of them look on Hiram's treatment of the old Taft gang as simple cruefty to animals on a par with vivisection, vaccina tion, etc. Certain it is that it is going to be a powerfully hard job to recall Hiram for doing politics in any place he selects or any way he pleases, short of a corrupt way. I The Standard Smear AND NOW THEY'RE trying to smear Teddy Roosevelt's honor with the Standard Oil grease. Wonderful, isn't it? No matter how high a man may climb, be he judge, congressman, senator or even president, the tentacles of the octopus reach for him. All honors, all positions, all responsibilities are alike to that foul cabal of corruptionists. Teddy may be entirely guittless, but John D. Archbold swears he donated $100,000 trying to reach him. Not even the presidency of this republic waS too high a thing to be bought and contaminated if possible. And they don't hoot at old John Rocke feller when he gets down on his knees in church and prays that the world may become better. Observations TAFT is out of it, for nobody is paying enough attention to him to even abuse him. MILLIONS of bicycle riders called for good roads for 20 years and did not get 'em, but thousands of auto owners now are demanding them and getting them, yet some people say muscle, not money, rules the world. IP A. V. Faweett fails to be elected lieutenant governor he will be in demand at Los Angeles, where they are trying to get an anti-treat ordinance through. ALL the candidates insist they are poor men and that a poor man stands no show under the direct primary which makes elections expensive, so where are we going to get any officers? I ?.-T.i.W-.fc ■■^-!H:-;. ..' A ■ .i.-i ■-.-.. : ■■.-.■ Peaches—4 5 © 5 Oe. Orange*—s2.7s© 3.50. i % £: California Grap* Fruit—l3.Bo ©4.75. .v.., - P Potatoes—$15 ! ton.'-:.-«■: :' :■;■':j E Lettuce—sl.lo i»J a! crat*; \ 20 9 BEe a das. heads. v . "> • ■„' ■ Turnips $1 a sack. """ Heef —11% 012 He Pork—lS ©16% c. Baets—sl sack. Onions—7ae a sack. -,•'; p lemons—s6.so 6.75.'^-:o..''*^ Watermelons —$1. Cau t a lou pea—S Oc © $ 1 .SO. B taekben-ies—7 5c ©$ 1. The Markets • - - -■ ~r--^-r---v- ■'- ■-,-. -•:.■■:•; I Carrot*—ll a sack. Cabbage— H4©lfce. Spinach—9oc a box.; V "'j Chickens—ll® 20c a lab. - ' Oyster*—s7.6o i per sack. ? Clams—sl.9o sack. •;■ T ; ■ Crabs—sl,so 9 IT* do«. /"•?'-' V^ i^V^t", BaMor. :.;■:,: *;rU?4 ■ Washington * Creamery —81 f> 32c. - • - 'rt&tf&med ■ ' ■••. t^im Washington S Ranch—2B 0 30c. UUOlJi^AlrB i'RIOES. ■■?« WtA. . Hay. |i3©l9 ton; oata. $32 0 3:: wheat. :*28.50 30; ; ghoru $29.50 ton; j l>r«u, $23.50 toa. WUk Umulmfflaxm OTHER PLACES HAVE TO STAND IT; WHY SHULDNTOUR CEMETERIES? A PROTEST "Yes," said the determined-looking woman; "I might manage to hand you a bite to. eat if you'll saw and chop a good pile of stove wood, and bring in a few buckets of water, and chop the weeds out of the garden, and fix up the fence." "Lady," replied Meandering Mike, "I'm only a hungry wayfarer. I ain't yer husband." —Washington Star. STI 1,1, I.OVKH THE "CAVK MAN," BUT— A Chicago professor ventures the assertion that woman still loves the "cave man." Yes, but she wants hls"-cave to have a Re ualssance front and a near-palm garden entrance ball, with an ele vator. KOOHKVKIiT SOliU "Roosevelt under the hammer?" Oh, no! It was the ship, not the Colonel. AN FX( EPTION "Ink Is cheap." "I don't know about that. I left a penful on the back of a note once that cost me $2,500." —Toronto World. A HAPPY GUY Scene, bedroom. Time, 10:30 p. m. Hubby enters softly; wife speaks: "Henry, did you bring up Willies croup remedy?'" "Yes, love." "And the colic cure?" "Yes, pet." "And the peppermint?" "Yes, birdie." "And the vapor lamp?" "Yes, yes." "And the cup of boric acid to sterilize his spoon with?" "Here 'tis." "And the hot water bag, and his pacifier and bottle of mlfk?" "All here." "Are jsou sure the dear little angel is wrapped warm enough?" "Oh, I guesso." "Well, then, bring me a glass of water, put out the cat, lock the door and open the windows at the top, and come on to bed. I'm just fagged out." —lumberman's Gazette. THE TRUTH Scott —Jones says that he cleared between five and six hundred on that stork deal of his. I wonder If It is so? Mott —Oh, yes; he made between $5 and $600. The exact amount, I believe, was $8.75." —Boston Transcript. PRAYED FOB Parishioner (to locum tenena, who, a few Sundays previous, was asked to pray for Lucy Gray)—Yer needn't pray for Lucy Gray no more, parson." Locum Tenens—Ah! and Is the poor soul dead, then? Parishioner—Oh, no, sir; nothing like that; she won by over two lengths—it were a fine race.—Sketch. DOES SOUND THAT WAY "Bobby, what was the preacher's text?" "Something about it being easier for a camel to go through the lowa needle than for a rich man'to go to heaven."—Chicago Tribune. THE PICKPOCKET AND THE, CLEVER COP my THE TAGOMA TIMES. Why Not Open Air Schools? "HE AGE OF ADVERTISING This city is now proposing to erect over half a million dollars' worth, of new school buildings. Wouldn't it be a good plan to consider the open-air school plan in the drawings for these buildings? Of course the open-air school is as yet an innovation. It will probably encounter some opposition. - The results may not even be as great as the enthusiasts advocating it now claim. But the records already shown where the plan has been tried are sufficient to cause school boards to consider the matter seriously. The open-air school will bear investigation by the Tacoma school board. HOW TO BE BEAUTIFUL BY BURTON BRALEY. (Ag explained by the Beauty Doctors.} Each morning, when you first, awake. Massage your face and head. Roll over fifty times and take A dozen eggs in bed; And after that, before you dress. Run swiftly round the room About two hundred times, no less— (This keeps one's youthful bloom.) Use seven kinds of vaseline And eighteen sorts of paste To keep the epidermis clean And help reduce the waist. Drink orange Juice and lemonade From dawn to late at night. The while a masseuse and a maid Are all the while in sight. Relax at least, ten hours a day, And exercise for ten. Sleep eight hours—that much anyway—■ Then exercise again. Don't read —It wrinkles up the eyes; Don't eat—lt makes you fat; Don't laugh—all beauty hints adviae Decidedly on that. There are a dozen other tasks That one must always do. Like wearing rubber beauty masks And rubber corsets, too. No single minute can you spare For friends or love, maybe; But oh, consider, lady fair. How beautiful you'll bet By the Junior Office Boy n. j., aug 31. —1 seen a very sad play the nther nite. 1 dont guess It will have a i'ery long run, because people alnt so blame fond of going to the thea ter to be made miserable the play seems to hare been wrote to show how big a dura fool a feller can make of hlsself over a skirt espeshly an old feller and a yui»g skirt, witch la how It Is in The Times Daily Short Story THE MAN ON THE PEDESTAL By Stuart B. Stone From Mentone and Monte Car lo, from Stirling castle and the Prater aud Blarney stone, from all the great and quaint show places of the old world way, I re turned across the sea to the place of my nativity, to see Corinne Barth. Miss Barth was reputed beautiful as any Olympian god dess, and once upon a time her father had cornered eggs or wheat or butter-beans and amasued a de cent fortune. My friends had cabled me home, declaring it the golden chance of a lifetime. Some reckless persons bad sung my praises in the lady's ears. It was the boldest attempt at match making; but from what I had heard I was very glad to leave the Riviera for the golden chance. As for Miss Barth—well, I should see her on the morrow. In the meanwhile I must be amused. My atelli's Museum of Wonders In eye encountered the sign: "Bon- Wax." After a bit I found myself wish ing to be back in the Casino grounds of his higness of Monaco —or at the dainty feet of Miss Barth, heiress. Then I saw the empty pedestal. Some worthy ancient had grown dingy in service. They had re moved him to be cleaned. His blue and yellow robe lay in a heap in the corner. Moved by a mad whim I threw the garish toga about my shoulders, removed my hat and stepped in the absent wax man's place. No one had seen. I frowned like Vulcan hen pecked and waited. The first to observe was a tot of 7. "See the old nggy man, mommer!" he shrieked. I cannot say that I was greatly this here play the show U called the master of the house, and it is about a gent named fred hoffman, witch is a wealthy man with a nlc« wife and 2 growed up children all living happily and peaceful ly near buffalo, n. y. but right in ackt 1 comes trub bel, a serpent enters their home belcave me, she is some ser pent she Is a yung lady by the name of bettina, witch mrs. hoffman hires for a compsnyon she aint half so mutch a com panyon for mrs. hoffman as she Is for the old man and his son mrs. hoffman gets wise to the way the kid is stuck on her, and she fires bettina when bettina packs her trunk and boes, pa hoffman goes along, «fter telling his wife she Is a hack number and will hare to take a divorse for hers next we see pa hoffman and bettina after they are married and living in n. j. she is spending his money fast er than be can make It, she has got a temper like a slclone, her man lives with them, and there is anuther guy making lore to her - swell for the old man, hey well, finally he get* wise to what an awful boob he has been, and ho takes anuther whirl through the divorse mill then his helth gives out, and he pritty near dies In the last ackt his lawyer THEY GATHERED AROUND AND SCRUTINIZED ME enjoying myself. I relaxed my countenance and endeavored to Bmile. I had no sooner twisted my face into this pleasant repose than a bevy of charming young women, with a group of small children and a dragon of a chap erone, hove into sight. They gath ered around and scrutinized me consulting the catalogs. "What a large, hideous nose!" observed a girl. "It is probably one of the harpies." "Nonsense!" said the prettiest. "Napoleon Had a big nose. I think the figure is very commanding." As the others looked at her I squared up my figure tremendous ly. I was sorry that I could not fold my arms like the Little Cor poral. She was decidedly the EVERY BOY HIS OWN EDISON HOW TO MAKE Alt HIjKCTRIC MAGNET. *f •;., NY BOY OVER 10. years—and some extra bright /Vim Vmi'-kH&fS boys who are y° un «er —can make his own electrical mSW w|£sa|§l apparatus at home. Ml S§ Tho materials necessary for making the ap •mfwi \Stfiis ara*»* described In this aeries can be bought for T/fi^ phl^» a small amount. The biggest expenditure at the tfps% XMSH , Btart wlu be about 25 cents for a dry battery. JJJS'^IS^JB/cl Magnets are the foundation of practically all '.'-"Hmfmfr\ electrical, apparatus, and great inventors are con 'tfMsfe)WfflM stantly using them to devise new things. $i*M#*M f'& . First get a board about an inch thick and cut Spj^fSf A|§a " so that " is about Ixii inches. Drive a nail $&%*¥ fs|sf about 4 Inches long Into the board 1 Inch. Then WMi*sW tmM go to your nardwar<> dealer and get sor 10-cents* fililo j|P*i worth of No. 24 insulated copper wire. If he does •■•";i;J§k\iiKA not have *l» ask for the name of a dealer who does. ■^5&& J&nf*'- Wind four or five layers of this wire around *WFSW/m&iM the v nail as shown in th diagram. Fasten the ■ll^ris^iil endb down with tacks or screw eyes. Now attach Wirjfs?smm two snort wires to the little brass screws on your mi/*s£•*T&~\ battery. Touh these wires to th« screw eyes, mEms&lisik a!"l the connectl°ns are well made the nail will •Wi^P^S< plck "P Piecea of iron scissors, pen knives, tacks, Wfs3^otio®M screws, etc. lAKy%ii^lliy A" electro-magnets are made In exactly the ~-1 same way. A machine bolt may be used Instead of « . ■ ■ ■■ a nail- A bolt M, inch thick and 2% Inches long costs a couple of cents. In order to wind on 6 or 8 layers of wire you will have to make washers about one Inch in diameter out of -'ELECTRO ■-MAGNET. -THOU HAIL WASHED '/fpfjltlli S . jA f'/_ - : Bii.xXi.mcH machine, bout f;(Jj^^x'T • Ql^ " ,} ; tLZCTRO-^KjkGtTt^T:. prok dolt- ' " cardboard. Fit these over each end of the bolt and then wind as you did on the nail. This bolt will pick up heavier things Notice that when you disconnect the battery the bolt loses ita power to lift. Tne big steel mills use magnets made exactly like these to pick up scrap Iron from dump piles and transfer it to freight cars. takes him to his old home by this time the old man Hint mutch to look at, but he has got more sense than he ever had be fore, and his fumily takes him back this would be a good play for Hilly old ginks to see, if It wasent for the fact that the only way a silly old gink ever learns anything is the way this one does In the show johnny (Paid Advertisement) ':«' WALTER J. THOMPSON » Nynn/M Farm, Gravelly Lake < Hint!i!;((<■ for • COUNTY < <iMMlssli>m it ; ■ - -..'."-- ■- :.' ■■:•: '■ '■;•*;:■-'.■ ■ tr-TWrd'.utatrlctS'^Jfc'^v^ij^^ls * Progressive Primaries. Sept.'T.TiiSJgaj^^^^,":"j2 il Saturday, August 31,1912. prettiest girl I have ever seen. "Note the gross, carnal fea tures," said the old dragon. "I( they were not bo hideous I should say it was Ha.i-.hus.' "Hideous nothing!" spoke up my champion. "They are indeed godlike. But more like Mars or Apollus." How my heart warmed to her! How I felt a sharp, excruciating pain. One of the urchins terrible had stolen behind and was amus ing himself by thrusting a pin Into my leg. I stood the pain sto ically, but probably I winced. The old dragon-chaperone drew closer and stared. I think she was sus pi "Great nebulous wraiths of Caesar!" I shouted, and achieved a new high vaulting record oft that pedestal. The Imp behind had driven the pin in to the head, "Oh, the wretch!*" cried the old dame. "Put this imposter out!" The guards hurried up and laid rough hands on me. I had ex tracted the pin and felt better. "Stand back!" I cried, in my most godlike tones. "I was given per mission to stand there and gather material for a story. I am Ar thur Langdon Hemphill"—■— "Arthur Hemphill!" cried my divine champion, with a heavenlj blush. "I am Miss Barth—oh how foolishly I praised you!" "You are a goddess," I mur mured, bowing low. "But I have cut a ridiculous figure." "No, no—l adore original men,' whispered Miss Barth, dimpling deliriously. Then, under hei breath, as I leaned nearer, "God' like, commanding men—like Na poleon, or Mars, or Apollus. Anc I shall be at home this evening— Mr. Hemphill." He Won't Limp Now No more limping for Tom Moore of Corhran, Ga "I had a bad soro on my Instep that noth ing seemed to help till 1 used Hucklln's Arnica Salve," ho writes "but this wonderful healer soon - cured me." Heals old, running sores, ulcers, bolls, burns, cuta, bruises, ecssma or piles. Try it Only 25 oenU at Kyner Malstrom Drug Co., 938 Pacific ay.