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_h©me racsE Newark Cffoetutio j^tur s©®hety events
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SOCIETY from this city was well
represented yesterday afternoon
it the benefit bridge party, given by
^ Mrs. John Jay Knox, of Hartshorne
ane, Seabright. The proceeds will be
o'^iven to the International Red Cross
society.
The patronesses included Mrs. Ed
win D. Adams, Mrs. Howard S. Bor
ien, Mrs. Ira Barrows, Mrs. Charles
K., itaylls, Mrs. George T. Cook, Mrs.
Robert McCarter, Mrs. Thomas N.
"""McCarter, Mrs. George Churchill,
Mrs. William M, Cromwell, Mrs. Har
,l' !en I,. Crawford, Mrs. P. A. S Frank
;iin, Mrs, E. Drexel Godfrey, Mrs.
Harold F. Hadden, Mrs. Horace
Harding, Mrs. Robert Hartshorne,
" Mrs. J. Amory Haskell, Mrs. Charles
D. Halsey, Mrs. Joseph Hoagland,
"“Mrs. William B. Lloyd, Mrs. Alfred
...Porter, Mrs. Bernon Prentice, Mrs.
1 'harles Rlker, Mrs, Samuel Rlker,
Mrs. Reeve Schley, Mrs. Grosvenor
Wyeth and Mrs. McLane Van Ingen.
Thomas Kelly, of Komorn street,
has returned to his home, after an ex
Mended vacation spent at Keansburg.
I'i,'.Miss Ruth Satehwell, of Clinton
place, is at Atlantic City, where she
^'"tflll remain until the latter part of
-“‘the month.
rt a Miss Isabella Bennett, of 29!! Bel
;j aiont avenue, lias returned to her
.r.'ome from Lake Kenosia, Danbury,
' ‘Cohn., where she was the guest of
Mrs. M. W. Parsons.
R. Elmer Collins, of 122 Bigelow
street, is spending his vacation at
iJJPoint Pleasant.
Crawford Lockwood, of 119 South
Eleventh street, has returned to his
'"home, after an extended vacation
apent In Branchville,
#* i> ——
. Mr. iUid Mrs. Richard Johnson and
daughter. M ss Margaret Johnson, of
- 118 Prospec' street, are visiting rela
" lives at Flomlngton.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles M. Lockwood,
of 119 South Eleventh street, have re
turned to their home, after a short
vacation spent at the home fit Mrs.
iff. Lozier, Pe.kwest, Warren county,
and at the home of Mrs. Lt. Greene,
JJaston, Pa.
‘*rn Mrs. George Schorr, of 516 Mulberry
a street, is entertaining her cousin, Mlse
rr Bmnui Katz, of Bridgeport, Conn.
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Mrs. Raymond E. Lockwood, of 1(16
-.wffouUl Tenth street, is spending the
’•remainder of the season- at Lake Ho
nVpatcong.
The marriage of M‘«s Florence Mar
guerite Kehrl, daughter of Mrs. Henry
„ L. Kehrl, of 207 North Seventh street.
*' and Jav Herbert Held, son of Mr. and
j.'iJWrs. Walter W. Reid, of 106 Clinton
avenue, will take place Saturday. The
rVudate has been changed, owing to an
'Illness in the family of tho bride-elect.
The marriage whs scheduled to take
place on October 17. The ceremony,
—Which will he performed at the home
—mf the bride's parents, will be wlt
1—Tiessed by Immediate members of the
two families. Rev. Dorr F. ldefen
dorf, pastor of the Roseville Methodist
Episcopal Church, will officiate.
iTax Commissioner John L. Carroll
left a few days ago for California to
4l»li his soil, Norman F. Carroll, who
li engaged in the advertising business
fh San Francisco.
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Miss Florence J. Althen, daughter
of Mr. and Mrs. George J. ABh-n of
710 Deliraw avenue, and Arthur T.
Vanderbilt, son of Mr. and Mrs. Lewis
Vanderbilt, of 14 Ninth street, will be
married Saturday afternoon at 15:30 at
the home of the bride's parents. Rev.
William H. Thompson, rtictor of St.
Mark’s Epieo-opal Church, will per
form the ceremony.
Mrs. Joseph Silvey, of 195 Outside
street, has returned from Manton, R,
T„ where «ho has been spending the
greater part of the summer.
An executive meeting of the House
wives’ League will be held Monday
morning at the flome of the president,
Mrs. John Contrell, of 42 Walnut
street. Arrangements will be made
for the regular meetings of the league
to be held during the coming season.
Jerry McMahon, of Oakland ter
race, has returned to his home after
an extended trip to Boston.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles F. Hart and
family, of Fourth street, are spending
the remainder of the month in the
Pocono Mountains.
Miss Pearl A. Quimby, of South
Tenth street, is spending the month
gt Bethlehem, Conn.
Miss Ethel Quigg, of Hallock street,
Is at Greenwood Lake, where she will
remain until next week.
Mrs. William C. Wright, of Sum
mer avenue, spent the week-end at
Belmar.
The Woman Farmer
Tho New York State College of
Agriculture made a study at all the
farms owned by women In four towns
in Tompkins county to analyze the
conditions. It is impossible to make
accurate reports on all phases of the
industry because of the fact that
many of tlve women farmers inter
viewed rent their farms, and do not
operate them.
The women ownejj 9.077 acres, an
average of 104 acres each. The total
property amounted to $396,152, 'he
largest farm owned by one woman
being 409 acres. The average invest
ment of those women who operate
their own farms was $4,922: those
who rent, and therefore own leso
stork and machinery, averaged $4,225:
the largest individual Investment was
$16,076.
Thirty-two of the.se women gave
complete records of a year's busi
ness, says the Mother’s Magazine.
The average farm income was $428.
This amount with garden and other
fot d products, house and most of the
fuel, is at least a comfortable living
income in the country.
The 409-acre farm, valued complete
at $16,075, produced a net Income
of $1,774. Another of 136 acres gave
an Income of $1,108 after paying all
expenses. One of 24(7 acres netted
the neat income of $2,155. A dairy j
farm of 50 acres paid Us owner $603.
and so It goes. Among women, just
as among men, skill and good judg
ment make big returns.
The woman farmer Is here, and she
Is here to stay. Her calling Is ancient
and honorable. It offers Independ
ence, health and happiness. Does
anyone doubt that she will make the
utmost of such splendid opportuni
ties?
POSSIBILITIES OF PAINLESS CHILDBIRTH “Twilight j
ATTRACT ATTENTION OF MEDICAL WORLD Sleep”
What Is known as the twilight
sleep, or the unconscious-conscious
ness, is attracting a good deal of at
tention in tiic medical work and also
In the world at large, and in articles
which have appeared in several mag
azines descriptions have been given
of the women’s clinic at Freiburg,
Germany, where it is said painless
childbirth has been achieved, in the
September Woman's Home Com
panion William Armstrong, in an
article entitled "The Twilight Mleep,"
gives a complete report of a visit to
the woman's,clinic at Freiburg. The
editor of the Companion suggests i
that readers suspend judgment as to
the value of the new method until
fuller Investigation can be made. The
"Twilight Sleep" Is not yet available
In America, and will not be for a con
siderable period, even if it eventually
proves to be practicable. Ainerir.Hu
obstetricians are Hie best In the world,
and If the new method is sound it will
find Its way Into this country.
The following extract from Mr.
Armstrong’s article explains briefly
wjiat is known of tho Freiburg
mol Hod:
"For centuries man has sought to
annihilate the pain of women In child
birth.
"At Inst, after these centuries of
effort, it Is announced that' the bless
ing of painless childbirth has dawned
upon the world; confinement taking
place in 'unconsc'ous consciousness ’
This has been brought about through
the study and experiment of a group
of men at the, Frauenkiinik, or wom-l
ell’s plthte, connected With, the Uni
versity of Freiburg at Baden, Ger
many. The title given It la itammer
schlaf, or 'Twilight Bleep;’ the two
drugs used in producing It are scopo
lumin and narcophen; the man who
Is responsllVo for Its successful ap
plication Is Dr. Bernhardt Kronig, of
I lie. University of Freiburg, head of
the women's clinic.
"The history of the twilight sleep
treatment is no new one, as may be
gathered from the statement made at
(he clinic that since Its beginnings In
11104 under the direction of Dr. Kro
nig. statistics show between 4.000 and
5,000 cases of painless childbirth re
corded, although the women's clinic
hospital Is a small one, accommodat
ing comparatively few patients.
Women have come to It from every
“intrter of the globe lmpel'ed by the
wish to hear their babies pa'nlessly.
Not only have these same statistics
recorded a larger percentage of suc
cessful deliveries In the ease of both
mother and ch'ld than that secured
In hospitals where the ordinary treat
ment is fo'lowed, but It inis been
demonstrated that babies born in the
twilight sleep show a lower percent
age In morta'ity In earlior years, and.,
from records kept as far tui possible
In Inter years, make a splendid show
ing in health and sturdiness."
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Worth Knowing
Two parts each of sifted coal ashes
and sand and one of wheat flour,
mixed with water, make an excellent
mortar for patching where the plas
tering Is broken. It becomes as hard
as stone and can be put on by hand
with very little trouble and expense.
Down to Posterity,
The Professor's Wife—The profes
sor Is In the laboratory conducting
some chemical experiments. The pro
fessor expects to ko down to posterity.
From the laboratory—Br-r-r-rl
Bang!
The Visitor—I hope the professor
hasn't (rone—Exchange.
A LITTLE DAILY ATTENTION WILL MAKE A All Matter
COMMONPLACE HAND LOOK BEAUTIFUL of Care
Beautiful hands are a possession
tlo woman can afford to despise, and
yet how few we see nowadays, <!o
to an afternoon tea and notice the
hostess or the young women who as
sist her by pouring the fragrant bev
erage which cheers, but not inebri
ates. Are their hands soft and white?
Perhaps so. More likely, however,
the nails are beautifully manicured,
while the skin Is reddened by care
less washing or exposure to the cold,
or chapped and drawn because the
owner of this particular pair of hands
will use too hot water.
It takes more than mere manicur
ing to keep the hands in good con
dition. The skin must be treated as
well. This may sound a trifle com
plicated, hut it is really very easy.
Before going to bed at night rub tlio
outside of the hands thoroughly with i
cold cream. If they are in very bad
condition use a little strained honey
instead, as this is very Boothing to
the skin. If it is put on while the
hands are still wet, after washing
them, It can be dried in as the skin is
dried, and the stickiness will not
trouble you, says an exchange.
The hands of many women look
dingy, and it seems almost impossl- j
ble to get them clean, even with fre
quent serubblngs. If you are
troubled with this aliliction use a
simple preparation composed of
glycerin, one part; rosewater, three
parts, and one-half dram of acetic
acid. This will very quickly make the
skin look clean again and will also
remove any stains that may be on
the hands.
A famous Southern belle, who in
her day was the toast of two coun
ties, was fnmed for the beauty of
her hands. An old friend once asked
how she kept them so dazzlinglv
white and was told that the secret
lay In an old-fashioned remedy—the
powder bath. This may sound elab
orate, but it Is really extremely sim
ple and does not take five minutes.
Take a little cold cream. A bit about
the size of a ten-cent piece will lo.
Divide It into two portions ntul put
one into the palm of each hand. Now
rub over the skin with the same mo
tion as in washing your hands. Some
women use home-irade mutton tallow
for this purpose Instead of expensive
cold cream. After the cold weam run
the hands must be washed in warm
water and mild soap. Don’t use hot
water, as this will certainly dry the
The best way to clean a hairbrush
without softening Its bristles Is to
dissolve a large lump of ammonia In
lukewarm water and wash the bris
tles, rinsing quickly.
If these Instructions are followed
the result will be satisfactory.
Eased Her Mind.
Mrs. Simpson-Jones wanted to be
come a suffragette, but her husband
objected.
— “But,” see pleaded. “If you only
"Knew what a lot one learns at their
meetings—all about referendums and
recalls and”— . .....
“I’ve said no, and that ends It!
-snapped Mr. Simpson-Jones. “If you
women want to find things out why
-'don't you follow the advice of St.
‘Paul and ask your husbands? Tou
women are such fools.”
This was too much for Mrs. Slmp
—»on-Jones’s long humbled spirit,
i “That's just the trouble," she re
turned. "Women have been 'asking
Lhelr husbands’ for the last 2,000
_years, and they’re still fools."—New
York Tribune.
“No, WUUe, dear,” said Mama, “no
more cakes tonight. Don’t you know
•you cannot sleep on a full stomach'.’”
|r» “Well, replied WUUe. “I can sleep
’ "on my back.”—Exchange.
skin and cause It to chap. Dry thor
oughly with a soft towel, rubbing
down both sides of each Anger, ns
well as the back and I he front. Ba
sure to rnb down the hands toward
the wrist. Rubbing up. the hand
makes It red. Put some toilet pow
der Into a small bowl and rub the
Angers and the backs of the hands
through and through this powder as
though they were being washed.
Wipe off the powder with a dry towel
and remove any that has lodged be
neath the nails and you will And your
hands ns white as a lily.
EXCHANCE
_BY MARGERY DOON_
i have copied ninny recipes fron^
your columns, nnd have found them
very good, Indeed," writes L. S. R.,
"so T am going to send you two of
mine. Will send some more short
ly."
Dill Pickles (very good)
Roll one gallon of water with one
cup salt, put pickles in layers In
stone Jar, about a gallon Jar three
fourths filled; add two small red
peppers and a large sprig of dill,
add the salt water luke. warm, tl«
up lightly to be air tight. Can be
used In two weeks. L. S. R.
Chili Sauce
Twenty-foi^ ripe tomatoes, eight
white onions, twelve green peppers,
three tablespoons salt, six table
spoons sugar, three of cinnamon,
two of ginger, four teacup's vinegar
Peal tomatoes, then chop onions
and tomatoes In medium size pieces
Boll all together three hours.
Thank you, L. 8. R. Send us some
more recipes, by all means. Am
glad you And my page worth while,
How One Reader Made Peach
Dear Miss Doon:
Saw In your column last night
that some one asked how to
make peach Jelly Jell. 1
i
have Just made some. I
took the parings of peaches that
J canned nnd cut a few apples with
the skins on and cooked thorn to
gether and strained them; then took
equal parts of sugar and juice (but
boiled my Juice 20 minutes before
putting tho sugar in). I heated that
in the oven as hot as possible with
our burning. I put that In the boil
ing juice and let boll 5 or 10 min
utes, tried a little in a saucer and
Set on Ice to see if It was the right
thickness. My Jelly Is very light In
color* and very nice.
MRS. E. J. R.
J Fifty Years Hence, 1964
Grandpa Jonsmith (showing his
boyhood treasures to his grandson)—
This. Willie, is the silver medal I won
when I was ten years old for swatting
more files In fifteen minutes than any
other boy in my Sunday school class.
This membership certificate was pre
sented to me by the Who's Swat
Club. Tho mayor of the city deco
rated me with this gold medal for
being the champion fly swatter in the
eity. Here Is a jackknife that I
bought with money I earned by swat
ting and selling seven quarts and one
pint of flies at five cents a pint
Grandson Willie—Grandpa, what la
a fly?—September Woman’s Home
Companion. \
BV AI*KLI.M£ CAKRICK WELLS
(Copyright. Newark Daily Advertiser Publishing Company.)
(Continued from Yesterday.)
"What shall I do?”
Father Dear threw up his hands
with a comical expression of dis
may as he looked at mother Dear
and then down, at Dorothy and
Davie. Dorothy was holding a fat
little brown puppy, which she and
Davie had purchased for the big,
big Bum of 25 cents, and now they
were coaxing father Dear to let
them keep it.
“He's such a nice little puppy,
and when he grows .up lie'll be ever
so good-natured ’cause he’s got such
soft brown eyes,” declared Dorothy,
holding Nipper up for father Dear’s
inspection. "Ho likes you too,
daddy. See, he’s trying to lick your
hand.”
"H’m," said father Dear, “who
named him?”
“Johnnie did. He's the boy that,
owned him. They’ve got a whole
lot of dogs, all puppies but the
mother dog and she’s big. Johnnie
called him Nipper -cause he’s al
ways nipping things and wanting
to play.”
"Don’t you like It?” asked Doro
thy anxiously.
“H'm,” said father Dear again,
"and what are we going to do with
two dogs?"
“Oh, he won’t be a bit of trouble!
We’ll watch him ail the time, and
teach him tricks and thjngs, andf
Norah said she'd see that he got
enough to eat,” cried Dorothy
eagerly, “so you see everything’s
arranged."
Mother Dear, who was sitting in
the big rdcker on the porch, began
to laugh. ■ -
Wou might ns wen give in, sijo
declared. "they eeem to have taken
the matter into their own hands."
"Det mo look at him," said father
Dear, reaching for the puppy, and
Dfirothy handed Nipper oVi% with
a delighted smile, because she knew
that father Dear had given in.
Father took the roly-poly little fol
low and thumped him all over.
Then he drew back Nipper’s lip and
looked at his teeth.
“H'm,” said father Dear a third
time, "seems to be % fair sort of a
dog. though I'd hate to know his
pedigree."
"What's that?" Davio looked
anxious until father Dear told him
that a pedigree w#as a record of au
animal's line of ancestors.
"I know what ancestors are,” said
Dorothy, tugging at one of her curls,
"they're your grandmothers and
grandfathers, but mostly your
great-grandmothers and fathers.”
Father Dear shouted.
"You’re quite right,” he declared,
"though you do put It In rather a
funny way."
“Well, what I want to know Is.
do you like Nipper?”' Davie planted
his feet far apart and eyed his
father with determination.
"You do, you do, don't you,
father?” Dorothy tucked one hand
in father Dear’s and with the other
began to stroke the head of Nip
per, who wriggled in delight.
Father Dear smiled. “I give in,"
he cried, "and I do hope you'll bring
him up, in orderly fashion.
"And don’t let him pick on Lad
die/’ he added as he started up the
front steps.
Dorothy and Davie giggled.
"Laddie’s a big, big dog," said
Davie, “he could eat Nipper up If
he didn't like him. Come on, Dor
othy. let’s take Nipper down to the
stable and show him to Henry.
Henry likes dogs.” And Davie
picked Nipper up from the walk
where, father Dear had placed him.
“Let him walk. He’ll never learn
if we carry him all the time,” said
Dorothy. So Davie pul the puppy
down again and started to walk
away. Nipper followed, his fat little
body swaying uncertainly on his
stumpy legs.
"Yap, yap, yap,” cried Nipper,
trying to wag his absurd little tail.
"Pon't he look, funny? I tmn$—
why, Laddie, did you think I didn't
love you any more ’cause we had a
new puppy? Well, X do, so there!”
And Dorothy threw her arms
around the neck of T.addle, who
had stuck his nose In her hand, and
gave him a hearty hug, whereupon
Laddle wagged his tall In vast de
light and tried his best to lick her
face.
"Gel away, I,addle! lTgh! You
mustn’t do that.” Dorothy drew
back with a shiver. She gave Lad
die a little push, and he began to
caper around, barking In delight.
Nipper caught his enthusiasm and
“yap-yapped” with all his puppy
•might.
"Are you coming?" Davie stood at
the corner of the house, frowning.
“He's my pup, too, you know, Dor
othy,” he added, as Dorothy con
tinued to romp, "Here, Nipper, Nip
per, Nip-per-rr!”
Nipper cocked his head on one
side and listened. He was not quite
used to his name. Then Davie shook
a paper at him and he started pell
mell, only to tumble on his side,
while the children laughed.
“Get up and try again, puppy
dog," said Dorothy, poking him
with her foot.
(To be Continued.)
I ■ 1
Daily Menu j
BY MAROBRY DOOR
THURSDAY—BREAKFAST
Oranges
Cream of wheat Cream
Poached eggs Toast
Coffee
LUNCHEON
Baked beans Brown bread
Lettuce with cream cheese
Ginger rakp Tea
DINNER
Consomme
Breaded veal cutlet
Mashed potatoes
Creamed asparagus
Buttered onions Olives
Cucumber salad
Preserved plums Cream
Coffee
The contents of a,boy’s pockets are
a pretty good indication of the boy’s
character, and any mother who stud
ies them carefully will find food for
thought in plenty.
The boy who loves nature will fill
his pockets with pebbles, shells, bark
of trees, bugs, worms, in short, with
anything that he desires to study. ;
One boy of my acquaintance #went to |
school with a; couple of snakes in his 1
pocket, but to his great: sorrow the
reptiles shared the fate of Mary's
lamb. *
The boy with a mechanical turn of
mind will be pretty apt to treasure in
his pockets a good sharp knife, a six
inch rule, a pencil, and some bits of
wood, wire, and twine, says The
Mother’s Magazine. He will also be
apt to have a half-dozen queer con
trivances, the result of his inventive ,
genius.
The idle, thoughtless boy will put !
anything and everything into his
pockets, without regard for "rhyme
or reason.” Arttcles. wholly worth
less, will predominate.
The degenerate, and the boy who
has fallen into bad company, will
treasure cigar stubs, cigarettes and
matches, broken pipes, tobacco, bad
pictures, and bad literature. Oh,
mother, if you suspect your boy of
evil, search his pockrts, for they will
reveal the truth.
The teachers in our great public
schools realize clearly that to know !
a boy one must first know his pockets.
They have made some astound ng
discoveries, some pathetic ones, and
some that yere tragic, Indeed.
Sure He Did i
,1’he Short One—“Ethel bet me a box
of chocolates that I couldn’t carry
h«r upstairs.”
The Tall one—“What did you do?"
Tlie Short One—“Took her up.”—
Exchange.
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I HEARTH & HOME
_BY MARGERY DOON__
To Clean a Clothes Wringer
Dear Margery Doon:
Piease tell me how to clearN the
rubber rollers of a clothes-wringer
and oblige, J. L.
The rubber rollers of a clothes
wringer may be cleaned with a cloth
which has been dipped in kerosene.
Marie M.
MAKIE M.—I think so. Inquire at
the Dental Clinic.
Games for an Outdoor Party
Dear Miss Doon:
Will you kindly publish a few
games suitable to be played at a
lawn party, and also a, few to be
played in the house that do not re
quire pencil and paper. The games
aro to be played by boys and girls
about eighteen years old.
\Also, will you kindly give me a
recipe for preserving quinces? and
oblige, PAUL S.
Decorate the house with wild
flowers. There are plenty In the
fields. Lanterns on the porch will
make an attraction. Set a small
table on the porch also with a large
bowl filled with lemonade for your
guests to enjoy. If you have no
porch of course the table should be
placed in the hall. Make each room
a separate color as, for Instance,
have red in the dining room, gold
en rod In the parlor and a largo
jardinier of wild carrot in the hall.
For a picturesque outdoor game
fashion from tissue paper largo
flowers, each of which contains at
the centre some trifling gift. Some
of the gifts are for men and take
the form of wee match boxes, sil
ver pencils or scarfpins. Others In
the form of tiny, sachets, filmy
handkerchiefs and candy boxes aro
Intended for the girls. The femin
ine trifles are tucked away in yel
low flowers, thbse~for the men in
red ones. The blossoms are then
tied to bushes, vines or the lower
limbs of trees In all parts of the
garden. When the search Is an
nounced each couple undertakes it
together. The yellow flowers be
long to the woman of any pair
finding them, the red ones to tho
man.
The guessing game of "It” 'will
iimuse any party, but you must
first find out adroitly that there Is
at least one person in the companv
who has never been initiated into
its mysteries. This one Is chosen to
leave the room, but before he goes
ho must be to’d that those In the
room will select an object which he
Is to guess on his return. He may
ask as many questions as he wishes,^
when the time comes, one question
at a time, of each person consecu
tively, but his questions must be so
worded that they may be answered
by "yes," "no" or “I do not know.”
When all this has been explained
the guesser leaves the room. The
leader then arranges the party in a
circle, sitting, alternating a boy und
a girl. If possible, and explain that
each person must think of the one
sitting on his left as the object
chosen, and answer all questions as
If they applied to that person, You
may imagine that the conflicting
answers arising from such an ar
rangement will confuse the ques
tioner, and much fun will bo de
rived by those in the secret. For
instance, the questioner may a»k of
No. 1, who is a girl, "Has It life?”
No. 1 answer "Yes.” He then nsks
No. 2 who Is a boy, "Is It pretty?"
and No. 2. vert naturally, answers
“Yes," for he Is speaking of the
girl at his left. Then No. .3, who Is
a girl. “Is It a girl?” and No. 3, who
Is thinking of the boy on the left,
answers “No.” All this throws the
questioner off the track—It has life.
It Is pretty, but it is not a girl. So
be naturally asks No. -4. who Is a
hoy, "Is it a boy?" and No. 4 an
swers "No." The questions wil!
now be varied, to find something
with life that is pretty, is neither
girl nor boy, and the result will be
very amusing; or the questioner
may ask such questions as "Is its
hair long?” "Does it wear puffed
sleeves?” and so on, and all the con
flicting answers will tend to pro
long the game to any desired extent.
The Two Glasses
I wish to thank two persons for
the words of "The Two aiasses,”
which were requested some time
ago. Your version differs a little
from that of L. A., Miss D. E. M.
Are you positive that it is correct?
THE TWO GLASSES.
There sat two glasses filled to the
brim.
On a rich man’s table, rim to rim;
One was ruddy and red as blood.
And one was as clear as the crystal
flood.
Said the glass of wine to his paler
brother:
“Let us tell tales of the past to each
other;
I can tell of banquet and revel and
mirth,
Where I was king, for I ruled in
night,
And the proudest and grandest
souls on earth.
And the shrieks of the lost were
sweet to me.
Fame, strength, wealth, genius be
fore me fall,
And my might and power are over
all. \
Ho! Ho! pale brother,” laughed the
wine,
"Can you boast of deeds as great
as mine?”
Said the glass of water; “I cannot
boast
Of a king dethroned or a murdered
host;
But I can tell of hearts that were
sad
By my crystal drops made light
and glad.
And of thirsts T have quenched and
brows I have laved.
Of hands I have cooled and souls I
have saved.
I have leaped through the valley
and dashed down the mountain.
Slept In the sunshine and dripped
* from the fountain;
I have burst my cloud-fetters and
dropped from the sky,
And everywhere gladdened the land
scape and eye.
I have eased the hot forehead of
fever and pain;
I have made the parched meadows
grow fertile with grain.
I can tell of the powerful wheel o’
the mill;
That ground out the flour and
turned at my will.
I can tell of maJhood, debased by
you.
That I have uplifted and crowned
anew-.
I chees, I help. I strengthen and aid,
I gladden the heart of man and
maid;
r set the charmed wine-captive free.
And all are better for knowing me,"
These are the tales they told each
other,
The glass of wine and his paler i
brother.
As they sat together, filled to the
brim
On the rich man's table, rim to rim.
| Junior (ftoening Btuf
• VOL. I., NO. 211. WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER 9. 1914.
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The Six-Day Race
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The second day, and four more days
to go yet! Already the long line of
particlpaters had been drawn into a
thin, straggling list of tired and
: sleepy wheelmen. Their bodies ached
! from a hundred and one separate sore
| spots, each individual rib and bone
yearning for a little rest. At every
round of the mile ring another rider
would Jet his tired head rest upon
his shoulders and ride on. blind to
his path, his bemuddled brain re
fusing to aot, until suddenly awak
ened to a sense of activity by the
realization of the distance between
his companions and himself. Then It
would be grind, grind, grind for the
rest of his term, to make up for the
place he had lost. And O! wasn’t
the sight of his partner, ready for his
part of the work, welcome to the
tired rider after n day of such grind
ing! He would fling himself upon the
soft cushions, twisting all over in an
endeavor to satisfy each tired spot.
You may wonder why it is at
such intense suffering, men still con
tinue to enter into such activities.
Why it is that here is always that
long line of hopeless competitors at
the beginning of each race? It is,
first of all, on account of the more or
less glory received in the work. There
are some, of course, who enter Just
for the prize, not caring whether
they get it by fair means or foul. But
in an event like this there Is always
likely to be one of this kind, and so
he may be overlooked.
(To be continued.)
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“A Ghost Story" j
. .
(Continued From Yesterday.)
Just about midnight he reached the
designated spot, and bending down
drove the nail into the earth. Ills
task accomplished he wanted to rise,
hut to his horror he found himself
held down as if by an invisible hand.
To his excited brains it seemed that
he saw something white standing over
him. clutching at his throat. He
tried to scream, but no sound ^vould
come. It seemed to him as If the
earth had suddenly opened and al
lowed all her ghosts to go free to tor
ture him for d'sbelieving in them.
He seemed to feel their co d hands
on his throat, his face, everywhere.
Once more he tried to scream, but he
was overcome with terror and feil
back exhausted.
The next morning a man was found
lying in the cemetery his dead face
distorted with fear, while a hug.
nail was'driven through his coat, pie
ning him to the earth
HENRIETTA GL1CKMAN.
23 Clayton street.
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