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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?
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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
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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 ;
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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.

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