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Single copies, 25 cents. ADVERTISING DIRECTOR NEw YorK: 366 Madison Avenue London as second-class matter May 6, 1911, at the Post WIVES, HUSBANDS AND VOTES now to wage the last hard fight for her “‘rights.’’ The victory has been won step by step against heavy odds. Not only that, but the contest has been against men, and so long and so bitterly has it been carried on that a kind of sex antagonism has sprung up at many points, which raises the question with all thinking people: “‘What will the women do with their newly acquired powers and privileges? Will they continue to wage war upon the men, develop- ing a real competition between the sexes all along the line from politics to business in a gigantic struggle for sex supremacy, or will they be wise enough to declare an armistice and set about the real labor of developing a working codperation between men and women for the further development of society ?”’ THE LaptEs’ HoME JOURNAL is deeply interested in this question, for by as much as woman’s rights means a struggle for supremacy and a continued sex consciousness ripening into animosity, to that extent will it destroy the family; and whatever such a struggle might do for individuals, it requires no argument to show that the end can be only disastrous for society as a whole. To say the least, any permanent contest between men and women carries with it the seeds of its own destruction. For biological reasons if for no other, such a struggle is fatal to all progress. But quite aside from all that, the relations between men and women must be upon the whole friendly and codperative, if the family is to exist and if society is to reach its highest development. p nowt suffrage is just at hand, and with its coming, woman has HE family relation is much more than biological. It is deeply and mainly psychological. It is the social unit upon which society must rest for its happiness and its progress. It is about the only human relationship in which service is not and cannot be paid for, as we pay for food or clothing. It is about the only place which is not dominated by the spirit of competition, and it is the only place where the homely virtues are or can be cultivated in congenial soil. Any- thing, therefore, which does not strengthen this relationship is fore- doomed either to fail or to disrupt society. So much may be said in the large; and the principle is as true of the workings of women’s organizations as it is of the attitude of women in general. They must be either codperative or antagonistic, and sex antagonism spells only disaster to all concerned. What is true in general is equally true of the individual woman. She may do much with her ballot, but she can do infinitely more through her daily influence in the family over not only the children she has borne but over the husband who labors for the support and welfare of those for whom he has assumed responsibility. And these two need each other, this man and this woman. The one goes out into the world, meeting the hardships and disappointments as well as the honors and the emoluments; the other ‘“‘stays with the stuff,’ takes care of the little ones and brings them along paths of safety and up to man’s estate by a kind of sympathetic service that cannot be bought and that only a mother can render. In the progress of years, in the discharge of mutual responsibilities, in the comparison of experiences, in thte solution of puzzling problems, these two people talk over many matters, and in this interchange of ideas and ideals lies the greatest known influence for human welfare. In outside matters particularly woman’s mind is not confused by the mass of petty but puzzling details that often befog the judgment of the best of men. And that is why good husbands and wives talk over so many things together. In this way they combine their powers, and often come, in time, even to resemble each other in many ways, not only in ideas and convictions, but in the general cast of counte- nance so noticeable in many old couples. Who can doubt that solutions and judgments arrived at by this route ahd by such people are about the safest conclusions of which the human mind is capable? It is this that has made the family life successful. It is this that has laid the foundations for and built the substance of most that has made for individual success. And it is this that is needed in politics, which, after all, is only the machinery for conducting the affairs of that larger family which we call the community or the state. Society in general needs what only the family relation can do for it, because any house that is divided against itself will fall. Voting is not primarily an individual right; it is more a duty than a privilege. Voting is not, indeed, an individual matter, because the individual does not thereby secure his rights. Voting is an expression of individual judgment and opinion about public matters. It is a collective effort to secure the opinion of that larger family which we call society, and if that opin- ion can be framed as the ideal family orders its affairs, then so much the better for the final results of an election. There is a type of woman who can render great public service as conditions are beginning to shape themselves. She is not only mature but her children are grown up and gone off to care for themselves. Her husband is engrossed in business, but she with her ripe experience is in a position to give to society the service that she formerly gave to her children. And society needs this mothering as badly as ever the children needed it in whooping cough or measles. The public is ailing with all sorts of infantile diseases, and this kind of woman is the best of nurses for its restoration and cure. In general, the only men who will or can give much attention to public affairs are those whose profession lies in the public service; hence the corruption and struggle between the two sets of officeholders who beset all public positions. It is not so with this well-to-do woman of forty-five or fifty. She is experienced in the ways of normal living. She has raised a family. Her income does not depend upon official preferment or success at the polls. She, of all people, can both vote independently and exert her influence for the good of society, for she has no other object in view. And this service is beyond computation in yalue. The chief difficulty in representative government is not mainly in educating the public in knowing how to vote, but in getting upon the ballot and in shape for voting the real issues of life. Just now we have abundant evidence that many of our professional politicians do not intend that certain great questions shall come to vote at all. The forcing of these real issues to the front and to the open is the peculiar privilege of the family woman who, wanting no office, has no personal interest at stake. NFLUENCE the world over is more potent than authority, and if women surrender the advantage they possess in the family relation for what they can gain in imitation of men or in competition with men, then they will gamble away their great opportunity. The time of agitation is over. The time for service has come, and that great serv- ice will be rendered chiefly in woman’s way—that is, in the way of mother and of wife. It will be rendered almost imperceptibly, day by day, in grinding into the lives of children and of husbands the human qualities that inhere most distinctively in womankind. Then, after she has made her place and done her duty as mother, there remains to many women that wider if not deeper service in which woman shall lead in bringing to the public conscience and action those affairs of the neighborhood and of the state that have been largely overlooked heretofore, such family affairs as child welfare, public parks and playgrounds, public health and better housing conditions. THE HoME JOouRNAL would not say that there is no place in all this for the unmarried woman. Far from it. There is many a woman with all the instincts of wife and mother who, for one reason or another, has not had the actual experience. There is also much personal service needed in many public affairs, even outside of officeholding, a personal service demanding the entire lives and labors of that portion of society which can be spoken of only with the deepest reverence, the self- sacrificing woman. This does not mean that women should not hold office—there is no public reason why they should not do so—but it means in general that the mass of real women will be too much occupied with their personal responsibilities, and it means also that woman’s distinctive public as well as private service, whether rendered through the ballot or other- wise, will be rendered not man-fashion but rather in ways that are distinctively the ways of woman. So do woman’s rights become her privileges, even her duties, and there is opportunity in abundance for all types of women except the man-hater. There is no room for her in this great work, for it is not sex consciousness or competition or antagonism that is to work the result of the new estate of woman, but rather the extension into all the affairs of society of that harmonious coéperation between good men and high-minded women that has always characterized the successful family.

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WOMEN in the PRESIDENTIAL CAMPAIGN By Elizabeth Jordan DECORATIONS BY FREDERICK F. SIEMSEN N THE second of November more than seven- ‘teen million women will have the right to go to the polls and cast their votes for the election ofa President of the United States. They will be the women of fifteen full suffrage states—Wyoming, Utah, Idaho, Colorado, Washing- f P Kansas, California, Oregon, Montana, Nevada, Arizona, jl York, Michigan, South Dakota and Oklahoma; of thir- teen states which have given women Presidential suffrage— Ohio, Wisconsin, Tennessee, Missouri, Minnesota, Maine, Kentucky, Indiana, Rhode Island, Nebraska, North Dakota, jowa and Illinois; and of two states which allow primary suffrage— Texas and Arkansas. These thirty states have ‘ven women the vote by state enactment. There are two ways of giving women the suffrage—by state enactment, already followed by the states mentioned above, and through an amendment to the Federal Constitu- tion, which has been passed but which must be ratified by three-quarters of all the states in the Union before it becomes a law—that is, by thirty-six of our forty-eight states. If the Nineteenth Amendment to the Federal Constitu- tion, already ratified by thirty-five states, is ratified by a thirty-sixth state before election day, not only the women of those thirty states but all the women of the country will have the vote. To bring about this final suffrage victory the women of all parties are passionately working. A plank expressing kindly interest in the effort has been inserted in the Republican national platform, while the Democratic platform has committed itself to a definite promise of help. ‘At the time this article is written the result of the dramatic struggle for the thirty-sixth state— that issue of such su- preme importance to women—is still in doubt. What percentage of the millions of new voters will really vote the most reckless prophet hesitates to predict. Listening to the words that fall from the lips of our politicians, we hear such familiar phrases as these: ‘‘No one knows what the women will do.’’ “The women won’t turn out to vote. They don’t like the barber shops.” “‘ The women are going to give us a big vote and a big surprise this year. Watch them!” N OTHER words, the women are keeping the politi- cians guessing, partly because they rather enjoy watching the recoil of the mascu- line intellect when it comes up against the problem of the femi- nine vote, but prin- cipally, it must be admitted, because women are sharing the slight mental confusion into which the leading political parties have plunged the men of the coun- try by their choice ol candidates. The women wanted as President General Leonard Wood or Herbert Hoover or Ambassador Davisor some other man whose constructive work for the world theyhad watchedand approved. They were not especially inter- ested in Senator Harding or Governor Cox. With the ex- ception of the Ohio ~ women, who could study these candi- dates, they know very little about either gentleman, HEY are some- what hewildered, as well they may be, ’y the reiterated Democratic convic- tion that a Republi- can administration will wreck the coun- try and by the Re- Publicans’ gloomy ‘ssumption that the Jemocrats have al- teady wrecked it al- most beyond repair. tis true that some of the women will hot vote. It is true that some of them object to the barber “Ops which are the pet polling places of our nation. It is true that many women are still self-conscious in their new attitude toward the Government, self-distrustful and afraid of ridicule. But if it should happen that even a fairly large percentage of women fail to vote, we can check the chortles of the men by men- tioning one striking fact: It is said that only one-third of our eligible voters take the trouble to vote anyway! 7 FEW years before suffrage was granted to New York women I was spending a week-end in a country house whose guests included a woman-suffrage leader and four men of national reputation. It was just after a New York City election which had aroused great excitement and much apprehension. What was referred to as the Blank menace had been dis- posed of—Mr. Blank being a candidate whose election, our fellow guests solemnly asserted, would have been a black disgrace to our city. After congratulating one another upon his defeat, the four distinguished men turned lightly to the subject of woman suffrage. “It’s no use giving women the vote,’’ said one of them. “They don’t really want it, and they would not use it any- way. What’s the sense of forcing such a responsibility upon them when they wouldn’t take it seriously?” He addressed the question to the suffrage leader and in doing so put himself at her mercy, which was un- fortunate for him. She had suddenly remembered that the weather had been perfect on election day and that all four men were enthusiastic golfers. ‘‘ Did you vote on election day?’’ she sweetly asked the orator. He stared at her, then caught the drift of the question and flushed. ‘“‘Why—why, no,” he stammered. ‘“‘As—as it happened, I was out of town.” She turned to the second man. “ Did you vote?”’ ““N-no,’’ he admitted. ‘‘I—I was out of town too.” She put the question to the third and the fourth man. They also had been “out of town.” “And every one of you,” she cruelly pointed out, “was playing golf, weren’t you? I thought so! Now, that cam- paign was critical. You have just been talking yourselves into a fever over what would have happened if Blank had been elected. Yet not one of you gave up an hour on the links to stay in town and help to defeat him. Women couldn’t do much worse than that, could they?’’ she summed up. The men glumly confessed that women couldn't. They were thoughtful for several minutes, and each of them seemed greatly annoyed with the other three for not having remained in town to vote. Each, it now appeared, had depended on the others to do so. The little episode brings me to another explanation of the average woman voter’s present state of mind. Since receiv- ing the right to vote she has had a shock. She has parted with one of her dearest illusions. In short, she has lost her . faith in the average man as an absolute authority on political affairs. T CAME about in this way—and the reader will please re- member that I am still speaking of the average woman and not of the suffragists or other leaders. The average woman ac- cepted the gift of the ballot with no crush- ing sense of respon- sibility. It simply meant to her that on electionday,aftershe had washed the breakfast dishes and sent the children off to school, she and her John Henry were go- ing to vote and that in the meantime John Henry would tell her all about the candi- dates and the issues of the campaign. John Henry rose valiantly to this ex- pectation. He told her that William Jones was a Repub- lican and a man no self-respecting voter would dream of sup- porting; and that James Smith was a Democrat and a good party man and his— John Henry’s—can- didate; and that the sooner Amelia voted for Smith the quicker she could drop the burden of public af- fairs. ROM that mo- ment there devel- oped surprises for both Amelia and John Henry. John Henry discovered that Amelia wanted to knowallsortsofthings with which he himself had been too busy to occupy his mind—for example, Smith’s at- titude toward edu- cation, toward child welfare, toward high prices, food produc- tion and distribution, and the like. In brief, and in a groping fashion, Amelia was more interested in principles and _poli- cies than in politics. Amelia discovered on her side that John Henry, the average man, did not know how Smith stood on these questions and apparently did not greatly care. He was voting for Smith be- cause Smith was a Democrat and John Henry was a Demo- crat or because both were Republicans and good party men. Ina large and general 6 ee a a I NE NS — sd

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way he occasionally spoke of issues; but he was more or less vague as to what the issues were. He had faith in his party and in his candidate. The rest was up to Smith. It was then, when she got over the shock of discovering John Henry’s fallibility, that Amelia’s mind really began to work. John Henry’s casual, accustomed masculine attitude toward his duty at the polls impressed her unfavorably. Also she had heard a great deal about the ignorant vote and the danger that she might add to it. She did not know much, as yet, but she at least realized that there was much to learn. She discovered that throughout the country, as state after state gave its women the ballot, those women were going into training to fit themselves for their new responsibility. She learned that there was a National League of Women Voters, with branches in every suffrage state and big city; that on all sides it was conducting lectures and correspond- ence courses in citizenship which countless women were attending; that the interests of women were similar through- out the nation and that women could best further these common interests by working for them together. ROM this time life was full of surprises for Amelia. Looking at the matter in her simple feminine way, she as- sumed that men would approve her desire to prepare herself for her duty as a voter. She thrilled over the action of the National League of Women Voters which, immediately fol- lowing its birth during the farewell annual suffrage conven- tion in Chicago last February, buckled down to its job of instructing women and held morning, afternoon and eve- ning sessions devoted to that cause. Amelia was so engrossed in similar sessions in her home city or in reading about them, and taking correspondence courses if she could not attend them, that for a time she failed to hear a message which was megaphoned over the country. At first she caught only a loud and mournful noise. Then she became aware that this noise was emanating from the headquarters of political parties and that it represented excitement and alarm .among the leaders of the various organizations. Interested now, she listened long enough to catch the words: “Here, you women, what in heaven’s name are you trying to do? Form a Woman’s Party and work against the men? You can’t accomplish anything that way! Stop all this nonpartisanship tomfoolery and get into line.” One well-known party manager went further than this. He called up a potential woman leader and over the tele- phone wire breathed this inspiring message into her ear: ‘If you women want to get anything you got to know how to go about it. Ain’t that so? Well, can the Woman-Party stuff an’ join us. We'll learn you the game!” As a matter of fact, very few sensible women wanted a Woman’s Party or ever contemplated one. From the start the women leaders realized, of course, that the only way to bring about any legislation they desired was to join an official party and work from the inside. This indeed was the first policy announced by the National League of Women Voters in its slogan: ‘‘Every woman an enrolled voter!” ‘Don’t stand outside and throw bricks,’’ the nonpartisan official organ of the league added in effect. ‘If you don’t like anything, get inside and work against it. Don’t sur- render your conscience and judgment. Don’t be blindly led. Carry into your party your valuable qualities as a woman— your feminine virtues, your thrift, your demand for honesty and for a full return for your dollar. Don’t confine your interest in politics to voting on election day. Be a watchful, interested part of the Government every day in the year. Realize that public affairs and private affairs are inextricably bound together. Work for them thus in your organization.”’ | IS not too much to say that the first constructive work done for the average woman voter was accomplished by this League of Women Voters, born of the brain of Carrie Chapman Catt and formed, almost overnight, of the national and local suffrage organizations in every state, as soon as woman suffrage was granted to that state. The league’s state and city branches, its classes, its citizenship mail courses, which were sent forth by the thousands, gave to countless women their first real interest in politics. Club women were also in the vanguard of the new educational movement. Led by the General Federation of Women’s Clubs, they made citizenship a vital part of their work. It was a reactionary city, or an insignificant one, whose women failed to develop some special civic interest. But it was strangely difficult to make the politicians see the force of the women’s argument for educational prepara- tion. The men continued openly afraid of a general Woman's Party, and they were, of course, correct in their assumption that such an organization would weaken the leading parties without accomplishing much for itself. With pathetic persistence they continued to sound their alarms. Even the serpent of the sex-war prophecy raised its ugly head and hissed, only to be ignored and to slither away into the dry grass of oblivion. LOWLY in some instances, rapidly in others, the women associated themselves with various party organizations, local and general. More surprises awaited them. The aver- age man had obviously desired woman to vote, for it was he who made it possible for her to do so. The bosses had never really desired it, although many of them had sung sweetly in answer to appeals. The new voters, entering the organizations full of the enthusiasm aroused by their recent training and growing knowledge of work to be done, found themselves greeted with resignation rather than with rapture. They were welcomed, of course, for they had been urged to come, but the committees to which they were appointed were usually unimportant bodies; and it is sadly mentioned by many victims that sometimes they were not even notified when committee meetings were to be held. In short, they were frequently regarded as offshoots of ladies’ aid societies and they were obviously expected to listen, to mark and to obey their leaders. This policy, of course, was not often applied to the women leaders. Farseeing men were quick to realize the value in their campaigns of women’s increasing experience in organi- zation and of the wide acquaintance and influence through- out the country of those women who had held high offices in suffrage and club ranks. Also, the war showed men that women are indefatigable workers. As rapidly as possible political leaders drew the women leaders into their organiza- tions, with results that were illuminating to both sides. QPACE permits only a few instances of what some of these ww women accomplished. Among the most inspiring is the record of the Republican Women’s National Executive Committee. This body, under its distinguished president, Mary Garrett Hay, of New York, within twenty-one months organized the Republican women in thirty-eight states and spent only fifty-two thousand dollars on the achievement. During the same interval Mrs. George Bass, of Chicago, built up an equally intensive organization of Democratic women with the assistance of Mrs. Antoinette Funk, one of - brilliant group that won suffrage for the women of inois. Through Mrs. Arthur L. Livermore’s connection with the National Suffrage Board and as an officer during New York’s four-year campaign for suffrage she secured an experience as organizer and speaker which has made her invaluable to the Republicans. Their choice of her as chair- on . the New York Executive Committee was strictly ogical. The candidates also saw the value of such women workers. An enormous amount of preliminary work for Wood and Hoover was done by the women, while Mrs. Halsey Wilson, former recording secretary of the National Suffrage Board, was campaign manager for Palmer. All these women, and many others whose work is equally worthy of record, took up their new tasks with the boundless enthusiasm born of a fixed belief—that the two leading parties would help them to win ratification of the Nineteenth Amendment by the necessary thirty-sixth state and that therefore the fight for suffrage was practically won. It may be added here that if their new allies fail the women and if a thirty-sixth state does not ratify the amendment before election day, something in the nature of a sad surprise may be handed to the political parties! The hearts of the women are set on that thirty-sixth state. Nothing less will content them. In the event of failure their hearts, like Mr. Bryan’s, will be “in the grave.”’ But unlike Mr. Bryan, the women will not be content to stand at the graves and mourn their hearts! To return to the first merging of the women into the politi- cal organizations, it must be admitted that there was not always perfect harmony. The stern discipline and high- handed methods of some of the party managers, while they were accepted by the beginners, did not appeal to women who themselves had ruled organizations. latter surprised the bosses by failing to obey orders “( of these rebellions occurred in connection with a much 2 cussed Democratic women’s dinner. The MOving spirj # the affair, Mrs. X., is a brilliant, tactful and experien af executive, but she emphatically declines to be a role stamp for anyone. She and her committee arranged = dinner with great care and selected an able list of oneal P A day or two before the dinner was given she was calle pr Chany telephone by the all-powerful head of a great = chine. “T’ve been lookin’ over your list of speakers,” this gent} man began. ‘‘I see you haven't included Miss Y.,”’ he ¢ 4 tinued, naming a special protégé of his. = “No,” Mrs, X. serenely corroborated, “we have included her.”’ ™ “Why not?” ““Why—we can’t include everyone, you know.” “‘Well’’—this very curtly—‘‘I want you to include Missy.” Occasionally the “T AM sorry.”” The voice of Mrs. X. expressed more sorrow than she had ever really felt about anything. “Byt it’ quite impossible. The list of speakers is complete.”’ , “Are you refusing to include Miss Y.?”’ “T am regretfully explaining that it is impossible.” “All right. Now, here’s my last word. I want Miss y to speak at that dinner. If she doesn’t speak the dinner is of Do you understand?’”’ : “T hear you,” Mrs. X. blithely admitted. Miss Y. did not speak at the dinner. Moreover, the dinner was not “‘off.”’ It went on, and it was a great success, Also Mrs. X. continues her usual political activities, to the sur. prise of awe-struck souls in the machine, who had ex. pected to see her rolled over or snowed under by the mysterious processes of the boss. That gentleman js considering a new angle of an old problem. What happens to an irresistible political force when it comes in contact with an immovable feminine body? Another well-known woman, by the way, had previously amused her friends by an equally effective but different protest against vested authority—in this case her hys. band’s. That gentleman, while he was willing that women should vote, sternly forbade his wife to take part in a public demonstration she had promised to adorn. She meekly accepted the command. Then she put on a sash with the name of her candidate printed on it in letters a foot high and spent the afternoon strolling up and down the corridors of a big New York hotel. I am neither recommending nor admiring this particular revolt. I merely record it. HAT fine and seasoned campaigner, Harriet May Mills, gave the leaders a jolt at the Democratic National Convention. New York had put Miss Mills on the com- mittee on rules. When a ruling was necessary as to whether the unit rule should apply to New York, thus enabling Mr, Murphy, of Tammany Hall, to deliver the entire vote of the state delegates in a block to a candidate he should select (despite the fact that New York has a direct primary, which gave many New York delegates their instructions), Mr. Murphy apparently felt that a man could perhaps handle better than Miss Mills the intricacies of the situation. A certain ex-congressman calmly undertook to take Miss Mills’ place on the committee. Greatly to his surprise, he did not get it. He retired dazedly, but was subsequently allowed to make for the unit rule a touching plea, which was not sustained. Not all the rebels, however, were so successful. Many thousands of women have been hurt and disappointed by the failure of political parties to consider their requests. One of these is Mrs. O. H. P. Belmont, who has even gone to the extreme of urging her followers to refrain from voting asa protest against man’s failure to give woman equal rights in the national councils of the parties. Mrs. Belmont’s solution of the problem reminds me of an incident which recently occurred in California during a session of a university-extension course. The speaker of the day was a young soldier with a startling list of grievances. According to him the country had gone to the dogs. He cited numerous instances to prove this, from his own ex- perience and the experiences of his friends. He ended gloomily: ‘‘The whole situation is utterly hopeless, and |, for one, have admitted the fact. I have turned my back upon it all.” CONTINUED ON PAGE 138

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ILI M and brought his hand down heavily on the bell. At the same time he seized a bundle ; flopped th The offi doors tha great offi Cane sett; announcs Then, | ristling Millatt > “You ; returned “Gosh ! to his ma € whispx I Watch out He Stift let. (Maginar\ R-ru] “File ’ this System for?” with devotion and energy. he chirped. NUMBER JME JOURINAL THE FAMILY MAGAZINE OF AMERICA REGISTERED IN THE Uwnitep States Patent Orrice rit OCTOBER 1920 He Went Into a Sort of Dream, and the Woman, Lost in Her Thoughts, Sat as Silent as the Tree Beside Him IN SEPTEMBER I \TT pushed back his swivel chair | papers from a pigeonhole and m back and forth. ¢ boy strolled lazily up to the swing ‘ivided his waiting room from the ind grinned at his mate on the ‘Francis P.’s pawing the air all right,’’ he zenially; ‘this is one of those days!” lling down his tie, he strode busily into the office, “You ring, Mr. ¢ positively clairvoyant, William,” his employer ily; “tell Mr. Bagley I should like to see him.” William paused on his way out and beckoned warningly. ‘‘ Watch out for the efficiency stuff,”’ ed; “this is goin’ to be a bad one! Filing system. Bagley!” ned a grimy finger and pointed at his mate’s it’s those on your feet?” he demanded, flopping papers in his hand nervously. bers, sir,”’ stammered the delighted boy. n! File ‘em! What do you imagine I installed Both boys chuckled. ' OSS 1s man next B al right, y “now pretty edgy this morning, I understand,” the agley suggested; ‘‘take it easy, I would. He's ou know, F. P.!”’ ,” said Bagley. By Josephine Daskam Bacon ILLUSTRATIONS BY ARTHUR D. FULLER Millatt slapped the papers against the desk: “‘ Do you or do you not believe in the filing system?”’ ‘Why, certainly I do, Mr. Millatt.” “Huh; I’m glad to hear it. Any objection to using it occasionally in F. P. Millatt’s Sons?” “Why, certainly not, Mr. Millatt; I trust I haven’t ig " OW, Bagley, you know very well you haven’t given us the codperation we had a right to expect from you, If you're in the middle of an important correspondence, I sa nothing; keep it on your desk. But at least file copies for us. “Very well, Mr. Millatt.’’ ‘‘And another thing—where do you suppose any human being is going to file the kind of letters you write?” “The kind, Mr. Millatt?”’ “‘T pay six thousand dollars for six weeks of an expert’s time; I put in the best head filing clerk r Bagley sniffed. “There’s no good being obstinate about it, Bagley; Mrs. Trephagen is a very able woman—a ver-y a-ble wom-an. She has a great deal of patience; but when you send letters out from this firm like this ——’”’ Millatt crossed his legs, studied the ceiling, shifted his mobile features to a startling, slack- jawed vagueness and began to improvise: ““* Dear Jones: In regard to the matter we discussed —er—some time since, I am inclined to agree with you to a great extent. About the other matter, however, it will be, more likely, for later : “‘How’s Mrs. Trephagen to file bosh like that ?”’ “I don’t hardly believe it was as bad as that, was it, Mr. Millatt?’’ Bagley was laughing, clearly. Millatt had by this time relieved himself greatly and un- crossed his legs. ‘Well, perhaps not, exactly. But that’s the idea. Absolutely. Now, for heaven’s sake, Bagley, try to remember it’s the twentieth century, won’t you? How's the boy?” “Much better, thank you, Mr. Millatt; he'll be out soon. And I'll see that our copies get filed.” In the hall the released Bagley met the pertest and most badly spoiled of stenographers. “T hear Frankie’s on the rampage this morning?” she shot at him, inserting a pencil among the sleek bronze waves of her studied coiffure. — easy, sister,’’ he warned her, and escaped across the hall. “Mr. Edward told me to get your final decision on the Christmas cards, Mr. Millatt,’’ she recited glibly. ‘‘ Heaven knows I am not to be held responsible for this message!” her eyebrows proclaimed. ‘I am as detached as Buddha.” “The Christmas cards!” grep ae ~ ere ae ir nT eee oe

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Women in Evening Dress With Jewels in Their Hair EI- bowed the Farmers’ Wives and the Pertly Dressed Girls From the Village “Yes, sir. Is the firm to send any this winter? Because if so they must be ordered before October first.” “Christmas cards!" Millatt dropped the words from his lips as an affronted housekeeper drops some disgusting pollution from her kitchen shelves. ‘‘‘ Yuletide greetings from the Saunders Sewer Pipe and Sanitary Tiling Com- pany!’” he announced bitterly. ‘Sweet idea, isn’t it?” The stenographer bit her lip and glanced hastily around the office. Millatt warmed to his task and drew a hasty inspiration from the ceiling. ‘Church spire!” he began. ‘Snow on the roof! Star of Bethlehem upper left-hand corner! ‘May this New. Year be a blessed one, from the Bolivar Overhead Belting Company!’ Great idea, isn’t it?” te stenographer giggled irrepressibly. ‘‘Excuse me, Mr. Millatt, but I can’t help it; you are so funny!” she murmured. Francis grinned a little himself; the strain loosened. ‘Just tell Mr. Edward they'll get the cards out over my dead body as usual,” he said pleasantly; “that’s all, Essie.” He swung round and confronted his secretary. ““‘What’s the matter anyhow, Miss Phelps?” he inquired discontentedly. ‘‘What's got into ’em all?” Miss Phelps smiled masterfully. She was indeed a master- ful woman and held in her firm, long-fingered hands the key to Millatt’s business, the key to his soul, the key, even, to his digestion, though he knew nothing of this. “Why don’t you run away for a few days, Mr. Millatt?” “Oh, come! You mean that I ——” “*You're a little tired,” she said. “I'd run away if I were you.” Now, automatic obedience to Miss Phelps’ lightest suggestion was, though he did not know it, one of the ruling principles of Millatt’s life. It is, therefore, not in the least surprising that he should have found himself the next morn- ing stuffing handkerchiefs and golf stockings into a kit bag, whistling as blithely as if he alone had planned the expedition. Walter Underthroop, the opin- ionated and highly gifted man who took care of the compact little establishment, lurked about criti- cally, wincingas Millattrolled flan- nel shirts and folded collars. ‘If I might attend to it, Mr. Millatt,” he murmured from time to time. “Oh, bosh, Walter, you’d keep on putting in silk pajamas. This is different.” “‘Tt’s not that, sir, but 6 “There! It’s all done anyhow. Now, Miss Phelps has my little book, Walter, and she’s written to everybody about dinners or any- thing. And if anybody calls up about a dance, it’s all off—say they’ll get the note.” “Yes, sir.” “If Mr. Edward calls up about a memoran- dum on that last ship- ment of assorted bag- gage tags that were con- demned, tell him to wait till I get back; I’m handling that.” “Very good, Mr. Mil- latt.” “Tf Mr. Hunter wants to know about that Thursday eve- ning dancing class of his, you can say all right, as long as I’m not tied down to it. I'll come when I can; that’s all. It’s all very well, you know, but after all I’m not a débutante. Be nice about it, Walter, but, after all—well, you know!”’ “T’ll attend to it, Mr. Millatt.”’ “Well, good-by, Walter; don’t overdo while I’m gone. I'll be back—by and by.” ““Good-by, sir. No, don’t you let Mr. Frank fool you, boy!”’ This was directed to a youth bearing the weekly laundry package, who mimicked, as he walked, Millatt’s airy wave of the hand. ‘He has his little ways, but he’s managin’ head of F. P. Millatt’s Sons all right, and I wish I had all that’s in his head inside o’ mine!”’ — didn’t look like the managing head of anything as he strolled into the mild autumn out-of-doors. His face, indeed, would puzzle you if you had met him two days before in his office. “Who is that man? Haven’t I seen him somewhere?” you would ask. And then, after a glance at the faded knickers, the dim slouch hat, the wistful smile in the gray-green eyes, you would stroke your head and mutter: ‘No; probably not the man. Curious resemblance, though!” “Hello, Mr. Millatt! Couldn’t you get a room at the club? Lookin’ for Marty? He’s gone up with the other caddies; why didn’t you tell him soon’s you got here? Where’s your bag?” Francis shook his head. ‘‘ Nothing doing, Mart. ] wire the club at all. I don’t want anything to do wit kind of a golf club, not even a putter.” “Q-ho! Trap shootin’, maybe?” “No; I just sort of came, Mart, this time.” “Oh-h-h! Y’know, Mr. Millatt, f’r that Matter law’s off _ + the “Mart, I wouldn’t shoot a—a bull moose if he walk right up out of Pingree’s Woods this moment and looked ed straight in the eye.” ” “No, Mr. Millatt? Honest?” “Honest injun, Mart. I’d say, ‘Well, well, look at th moose, will you!’ and walk along. The way any sensible person ought to,”’ he added, a sudden quick note of agitatig jumping into his voice. ‘Will you tell me why anybody should shoot a moose, unless he needs him for Supper? Honestly, now!”’ Mart grinned uncertainly. ‘Well, all right: byt what are y’ goin’ to do, Mr. Millatt?”’ “Tm going for a tramp through Pingree’s \Voods and maybe I'll go on over the mountain. Maybe I'll come back and take a snooze. I’ve got a bite with me and a hook —_» “You're goin’ to read a book, Mr. Millatt?”’ didn't h any | Pest p tebe stamped angrily on a small, prot ruding root and hurt his foot. ‘‘Good heaven,” he cried snappishly “why shouldn't I? Can’t a man want to get out of th smell of gasoline and hear something beside the telephone once in awhile without putting up this bluff oj swiping a white ball into a scummy pond?” ‘Sure, Mr. Millatt; sure he can,” said Mart pacifically “You go right along, Mr. Millatt. Did m’wife give you some lunch, you said?” “Yes, she did,”’ Francis answered sulkily, “and she akg advised me to aim for Venida Junction and I'd be able tp catch up with the beagles, maybe. They've ot a pack there, it seems. Great idea, my trying to beat a gang of spotted dogs sliding down a gully at my age, isn’t it?” Mart scratched his head. ‘J don’t doubt you know best, Mr. Millatt,” he said; ‘‘it’s a free country anyhow.” “‘Humph!”’ Francis replied, and strode off to the woods Even Miss Phelps, that resourceful and unshakabk woman, would have been, I think, moved to surprise and concern at this lazy, vacillating creature, whose aimles excursions along the bank of a brown stream led him lig. zagging nowhere in particular. He had a limp marom volume in his sagging pocket, and after awhile, whistling softly, he sat down on some convenient pine needles and drew it out. “‘Gosh,”’ he said, “this is great! This is really great!” He flipped the covers open and read aloud in a singularly pleasing voice: “There is something irreverent in the speculation, but perhapsthe want of power has more to do with the wise resolutions of age than we are always willing to admit. It would be an instructive exper- ment to make an old man young again-and leave him all his savoir, I scarcely think he would put his money in the savings bank after all; I doubtif he would be such an admirable son as we are led to expect; and as for his conduct in love, I firmly believe he would out- Herod Herod and put the whole of his new compeers to the blush.” Francis laughed softly. “The darned old scout,’ he muttered: “‘he knew a thing or two!” A curious gurgling sound, so much like a human voice chuckling as to startle him considerably, sent the book slipping from his hand. He looked about nervously; not a rustle, not a snap, not a movement. A squirrel undoubtedly. He read again: “Youth is the time to go flashing from one end of the world to the other both in mind and body; to try the manners d different nations; to hear the chimes at midnight; to see sunrise in town and country; to be converted at a revival; to circumnavigate the metaphysics; wnt halting verses; run a mile to see a Mite, and wait all day long in the theater to applaud ‘Hernani.’ Thére is some meat- ing in the old theory about wild oats; and a man who has not had his green sicknes and got done with it for good is as littl to be depended on as an unvaccinated infant.” “Pity people can’t write like that nowadays,” he mused; ‘but they don’t somehow.” Again that chuckling chuckle Was it water working its way ove stones? Francis knew the uncanny human sounds of water. But the brook just here was quite, or nearly, silent. Now-where the deuce Wa that noise? It had come from abovt, it seemed H§ LOOKED up, and caught his breath sudcenly até huddled mass of something twenty feet above = crouching man, it must be. The pine boughs were thick Instinctively his hand moved to his hip. “Don’t shoot, colonel; I’ll come down.” Again the chuckling laugh. But the voice was a womal> Francis felt rather silly. Wild thoughts o! — refugees, criminals sped through his mind. ‘Not > my account,” he called up lamely, and flushed angrily # the frank laugh that. floated down. ; da “‘Oh, decidedly on your account!” said the voice, 2" ' very-well-shaped leg in a dim-colored golf stocking , about scramblingly for a foothold. She wore rubber-s : laced boots and riding breeches with a tiny apology oe skirt that made no pretense of reaching her knee. Prese® 7 a wood-colored jacket came into view; later, as she clamber around the trunk, a crimson necktie. A tam-o’-shantef, brown as her hair, flopped over her face. od 3 “Look out there—steady!’’ he warned as she sway moment, feeling for a far foothold. 4” “That's all right,” she answered. “I’ve got a good 7 4 In a moment she was at the lowest branch, swung '° second and dropped firm on her feet in front of him. “IT couldn't help laughing,” she said, her brown ey® twinkling; “‘did I frighten you? I’msorry.” oct “Oh, I’ve recovered,” said Francis, much aml “ “though timid by nature, my pride keeps me up. Doy often—er—are you a 'e oS still “l'y tree to body ¢ “ey s entirel “Ok ou co y “Nc startec eviden “ We clearin “Co FT pl Alo blue a cozy, | “a He the r “Here two sa fancy I calls t! She annou luring. bined 1 lucky « in sho: not be eyes 0 warme “a Yc spur 0 And Tha then he ask “He easily. Venid and m you kr somew know. “ I “Ol shack. much. i | s

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ttered; much g as to nt the d. He rustle, ent. A ng from both in ners of wn and rival; to 3; write > a. fire; -cinated ke that it they huckle. y over acanny rily at and 4 “]'m a little bit lost,”’ she admitted, “and I climbed the ee to See if I could see anything. Then when I heard some- body coming I just stayed up. : e . “J see. These woods are a little tricky. And I’m not tirely sure that for a woman alone eh when I heard a man reading Stevenson out loud , couldn't expect me to be alarmed,” she said, and smiled. yi No, | suppose not,” he answered. “But all the men you might meet in Pingree’s Woods don’t read Stevenson, perh a0, | suppose they don’t,” she agreed. She was just the right age for a girl, he decided; too old to be you"; but much too young to be old—twenty-eight, rhaps; 0" @ year or so older if she had been less flushed a less boyishly dressed. She was of a firm round figure, neither plump nor slender, but strong and graceful. And she was clcarly not in the least embarrassed, a perfect mis- tress of any situation. " “Can you tell me the time?” she asked. ‘‘I seem to have left my watch behind. + ven “It’s lunchtime, if you ask me,” he said. ‘Have you urs: ‘ ars gged her wood-brown shoulders lightly. “Unfortunately I seem to have left that behind too,” she replied. ~ But I didn’t think I was more than two or three miles in. Am : “Not morethan that, I should say, from Mart Slaker’s; you are much farther from Venida Junction. Won’t you lunch with me? \[rs. Slaker is usually almost too bountiful.” “I'd be very glad to, if you’resure you have enough,” she said cordially. “Bully!” he cried, pleased and a little excited. “Let’s look for a little sun, shall we?”’ She fell behind in a businesslike silence and Francis started off in the lead; she was a good woods partner, idently. We'll noke along a little, I think, and aim for a clearing,” he said. “Good idea,” she answered briefly. FTER about five minutes he called out trium- phantly: “Ah! I thought so.” A lovely little oval lay off to the right, open to the blue above, sun warmed and walled on one side by a cozy, lichened bowlder. “Here we are,” he said, and they sat back against the rock while Francis unpacked the luncheon. “Here’s two beef sandwiches,’’ he began, ‘‘and two— two sardine ones and two eggs (I think they’re rather fancy inside) and—what is the queer name Mrs. Slaker calls these brown cakes; something pious now?” She unwrapped them. ‘“‘Those are ‘hermits,’”’ announced. “That's it; I knew they were something religious.” “But hermits aren’t necessarily religious, are they?” she inquired gravely. ‘Aren't you thinking of monks?” ‘“‘Why—perhaps,’’ he admitted, “but they sound sort of pious to me, somehow. Anyhow, they live all alone, don’t they?’ “Oh, certainly,’ she assured him, “‘hermits live all alone. That’s—that’s why they are hermits.” “Like you, up in the tree.” “Like me, up in the tree,’’ she repeated, and looked at him with a laugh in her brown eyes. They laughed together and fell upon the sandwiches. Francis was no fool and he knew rather more, perhaps, than the average American man about wonten. Those frank, clever, jolly brown eyes were perfectly safe eyes tolook into. They were handsome eyes—oh, yes! But they were not sly nor provocative nor consciously al- luring. Probably only American eyes could‘have com- bined their capacities with their assurances. ;They were lucky eyes for a man like Francis to meet in the woods, in short, and he knew it. He realized that they would not be looking so confidently and contentedly. into the eyes of any stranger they happened to meet, and this warmed his heart. “You don’t know Mart Slaker?” he asked on the spur of the thought. And she answered simply: ‘No, I don’t.” That was enough; those avenues were to be closed, then. He was quick at suggestions, was Francis, and he asked no more questions. “He knows every inch of these woods,” he went on easily. ‘‘ There’s a shack somewhere between here and Venida where he keeps some tinned stuff and bacon and matches and bedding in case people miscalculate, you know, and get caught out too late. The trails begin —, around here and go up the mountain, you snow, Do they? Are they blazed?” ‘Oh, yes. And signs every now and then to Mart’s —_., lt's as well to know it if you’re in the woods much, “T should think so.”’ she “THERE'S nothing like sandwiches, is there?”’ he asked comfortably, munching; ‘how would peo- ple ever vet along without ’em?” I adore them,” she answered as solemnly as any schoolgir!. “I like them almost better than anything. There ought to be a statue somewhere to the Earl of Sandwi , but of course there isn’t.” “What? Do you mean that anybody really g Why, of course. He invented them. Didn’t you know? ile didn’t want to be disturbed at lunchtime, 80 he told them to put some meat between bread, and vas. reaven’s sake! Just likethat. And here I am, ‘an, and never knew it; that just shows!” , well, they say Cato learned Greek at eighty,” ii, and laughed at him. - looked very boyish and pleased. He had kept his nderfully, certainly. ‘“‘But don’t you mean he asked. Ourse not; Plato was : ek she said decidedly.” _>— Wil ( I suppose he was.”’ You know very well he Was, she said; “the idea!” Oh, I forgot—here’s this,” aancis cried and pulled a large hee flask out of the pocket of isold shooting coat. ‘Claret and water—I hope you like it? don’t drink out of brooks, myself: though of course lots of people do.’ “T like it very much,” she answered, and drank gratefully. ‘IT was at school abroad when I was a little shaver,” he explained, ‘‘and we used to be taken for walking trips in Switzerland, you know, and of course over there they'd no more drink water than poison. We always had wine or cold tea or milk or something and I got the habit of never drink- ing out of brooks or old wells or anything like that. Do you—will you—oh, I’ve nothing but my pipe.” “That’s one thing I have got.” And she drew out a handsome gold case and a beautiful cigarette holder of jet and grass-green jade. ‘And this,” she added, holding out to him a bar of chocolate. One of those delighted boyish smiles that were his great charm lighted up his face, ‘‘ Why, this is just, like Europe,” he cried ha pily; “cigarettes and chocolate Suchard! May I have oat : ’ Gre laughed. “It is nice, isn’t it?’’ she said, so compre- hendingly that the years and the disappointments of them slipped off from Francis’ shoulders and he dropped into the happy moment as a swimmer Slips into blue water. “It’s—it’s wonderful!’’ he said simply. The cigarette smoke mounted in silence. The pine needles —_— warm below, the sun-baked bowlder warm behind them. “T’m pretending we’re in Brieg,”’ said-he dreamily. ‘TI walked there once, a ten-day walking tour down the Rhone Valley. Were you ever there?”’ “Adieu, Madame Rosa- lind,” He Said ; “‘ Many Thanks. I Have Had More Than I Deserved, Ever So Much More’’ try again. But you get caught in t and harder—you know?” “Oh, yes; a little white church on a hill, isn’t it?’’ “That's it. .It was great! Motoring’s nothing to it.” “‘T’ve always thought so,’’ she answered. “Things seemed so simple and lovely over there. I sup- because it was then and not now?” he questioned. “Partly; I suppose so,’’ she said seriously; ‘‘ but not. alto- gether. Because I was over there a few years ago and it still seemed that way.” “That’s good,” he said eon wig ng ch ep can always ings and it gets harder ‘Yes; I know,” she said. He went into a sort of dream, and the woman, lost in her thoughts, sat as silent as the tree beside him. Hé had not felt so much at ease with anyone for years and years. ; Before he knew it he drowsed. Of late he had not been sleeping quite enough. e woke with a little start, alone. Dazed and half in his dream, he stared incomprehendingly at the empty place beside him; was it all a dream then? Could anything so definite, so real, have happened only in sleep? No, there was the depression in the pine needles where she had sat and there; slipped under his coat, had rolled the little leather case ‘of a woman’s cigarette holder. She had come and rested— and°gone. He looked at his watch; it was half past three. Smiling a little, he slipped the tiny case in his pocket and CONTINUED ON PAGE 181 4 hehe ta Seen REE AP ee wpen Se eK a ARTS a

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BLUE BATTALIN-— TRANSFORMER By Marion Elizabeth Watson: Ilustrations by Frank Spradling came thinly into the closed room. Through the north window the mountain still showed shadowed patches of snow, but the brook was high with melted ice, the stark outlines of trees were being softened, and—how mellow the sun felt after the bitter winter! Spring had come again to Connecticut. Beyond the geese and the pond the Carey boy was plow- ing. Old Daddy Carey, who “‘couldn’t live through the winter ’’—his ninetieth—hobbled spryly after him. Phron- sie, watching from her place at the breakfast table, reflected that she herself felt three hundred years old going on four. Irritated by the rasping cries of the poultry, Mrs. Rice asked snappishly: “Well, what plans have you made?”’ Phronsie transferred her gaze to her cousin’s face. “Really, Alice, I haven’t any. I'll probably sell the farm. If I were old, I could enter the Old Ladies’ Home.” Alice, ignoring this remark, leaned stout arms on the table, fixed her relative with a cold eye and delivered herself ‘Lex squawking of guinea hens, the gabbling of geese of her ultimatum: ‘It stands to reason that I can’t stay on here forever. It’s over a week now since your father’s fu- neral. There isn’t two ways about it; the thing for you to do is to pack up an’ come back with me.’’ She cleared her throat and announced unpleasantly: ‘We may as well face the plain facts: you don’t own a thing but this place, you haven’t a soul but Floyd an’ me, there don’t seem to be any work you're fit for. Floyd an’ I was talkin’ it over an’, says Floyd, ‘We can give her a home; she can help ’round the place, but she’s proud,’ he says; ‘Phronsie’s proud. She’d never take charity. So, in return for a home, she can make over her farm an’ furniture to us.’”’ HRONSIE smiled grimly. ‘Floyd might regret his bar- gain,” she observed, “on finding the best furniture gone.” “Gone!” exclaimed the older woman. ‘Have ~ “No, I haven’t sold it.” Mrs. Rice shoved her plate from her. ‘‘ Well?” she de- manded suspiciously. Mrs. Pierson’s Enthusiasm Was Boundless. “I Knew You Were of the Chameleon Type,’’ She Cried Phronsie poured herself a second cup of coffee. “Did you hear me get up last night?” she asiced, ““No,”’ declared the other jras. cibly. “‘Couldn’t hear nothing, Th’ idea of a thunderstorm in April!" “It woke me up about cleven,” Phronsie continued. ‘It thindered every second, but I could hear an. other noise, a heavier sou Then there was that terrific crash.” “What was struck—the furni- ture?”’ “It was the pine tree near the well,” the girl resumed, “but | thought it must be one of the build- ings. I went to the hall window and looked out.” “Yes, yes!”’ exclaimed Mrs. Rice, ‘‘And there, in the flashes of light, I could see an automobile truck— a sort of-moving van—in the barn- yard.”’ Phronsie raised a silencing hand. “The loft door was open. There were four or five men. They— they were loading on the furniture.” “What!” cried Alice Rice shrilly, leaning forward. ‘What are you saying? Men came last night and stole the furniture?”’ ““Yes,”’ Phronsie affirmed; “I’ve been out this morning, Every- thing’s gone—even the poor, old, broken melodeon.” OR an instant Mrs. Rice was dumb, staring blankly at her young relative, who showed up young, fair, and apparently calm against the dark, hideous sideboard behind her. ‘‘ Phronsie,” she stut- tered finally, ‘‘d-do y-you mean to say that the furniture’s gone, that they’ve t-taken Great-grandfather Northway’s things?’’ Her face froze with horror at the other’s con- firmatory nod. ‘What'd you do?” she demanded. ‘Why didn’t you call me? Why didn’t y——” “My mind went round like a top, Alice. I thought of calling you, of running out and telling them to stop, of racing over to Carey’s and getting them to come over. The last was the only sensible thing. I was halfway downstairs when the truck started off.”’ “Well, we can’t sit here,” de- clared Mrs. Rice, rising energett- cally. “The roads are soft, it'll be easy tracking an automobile. We'll have to notify the constable. Whos constable now?” “John Rogers,’”’ said Phronsie, “but he wouldn’t do anything for us; he’s an antimelodeon. He w— “Oh, I know Rogers; but I guess he’ll do what Floyd tells him. Wait till Floyd hears of this! He always thought a lot of that furniture; he knows some who're crazy to buy it. She moved briskly toward the door. ‘I want to look things over; then call up Rogers an’ the State police. Phronsie did not rise. She sat with bent head, outlining t! blue cranes on the breakfast clorn. “! need time to think,” she sai! in 2 low tone. “I don’t want anything done about this yet.”’ “Now see here, Phronsie, I’m going to see thi thing through.”’ Mrs. Rice returned and leaned thick hands 0” the table. ‘The furniture’ll be easy to find; the: aint any other like it in the world, a collector told me. We'll g° out and look things over, then we can go up an’ pa k our things an’ be ready to ride down to Wilsonville wih the mail man.” “But, Alice ” began Phronsie protestingly. Mrs. Rice, however, was on the kitchen porch and d not heed her. Sighing, the girl followed. In the hay loft Mrs. Rice contemplated with sh rcked eyes the clean spots where the furniture had stood. She clucked mournfully and repeated her declarations about the constable and the State police. ' Backing down the ladder she added a detective to tie list. Once in the yard, she espied tracks leading around the barn and hastened forward. P: Phronsie pulled her back. “Here are their tracks,” she said, ‘‘these rose-strewn ones.” ’ Her co Large, nc imprints seem SO O Mrs. I lowed th and stooc toward t turned te her room come dov Juncheon dulity to making “T shoul chance t everyboc ily an’ w socials, not answ asked wi does the “Ther the girl door. Throu caught 4 delivery box. Ph toward faced ca He hand besmear side him cram it “Plea Phronsi¢ Mrs. house. suitcase path, “ Stoicz man gré daughte stickily package exclama in the s car leap hat wit Phronsi stopped lost to chestnu Half ened ar it, whis| before about | and sliy Ah, i as ever Phronsi light co Viated spelled motor f laymen The Only in t was humor¢ had for if the t lurnity Evid with di and fen were cl; as man of Cabir her Joy Oak, sy perfect Great-; not so quickly and pc Came t Pleasar Straigh

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“«P?’m—im Going to Turn My Back,’ She Quavered. «Please Go Away With it While I’m Not Looking”’ Her cousi! stared at the ground. Large, non skid tires had left deep imprints 1n the wet soil. Roses seem so out of place on truck tires. ~ Mrs. Rice said nothing. She fol- lowed the tracks to the roadway and stood there a long time looking toward the north. Finally she re- turned to the house. She went to her room immediately and did not come downstairs until Phronsie had juncheon on the table. HE was dressed in her best suit and wore a hat and a very mo- rose expression, ‘‘Are you coming to Tariff with me?” she asked. “No,” said Phronsie. Mrs. Rice stared at her. It took only a flick of time for her incre- dulity to turn to anger. “You're making a mistake,’”’ she flared out. “T should think you’d jump at a chance to leave this place where everybody’s always hated the fam- ily an’ where you can’t go to their socials, or nothing.”” Phronsie did notanswer. Mrs. Rice sniffed, then asked with forced calmness: ‘‘ When does the mail carrier get along?”’ “There he comes now,’ exclaimed the girl and hurried to the side door. Through the window her relative caught a glimpse of the rural-free- delivery car drawing up to the mail box. Phronsie ran across the yard toward the machine. The ugly- faced carrier brought it to a stop. He handed a letter to his molasses- besmeared daughter, who rode be- side him. She in turn prepared to cram it into the neat mail box. “Please wait a moment!”’ cried Phronsie, reaching them. Mrs. Rice emerged from the house. Burdened with a bulging suitcase, she hastened down the path, “Wait! Wait!” she panted. Stoically the rural-free-delivery man grasped the entire back of his daughter's dress and deposited her stickily among the parcel-post packages. Mrs, Rice, with many exclamations, stowed herself away in the space allotted to her. The car leaped forward. Clutching her hat with one hand she waved at Phronsie with the other. The car stopped Carey’s and then was lost to sight behind the clump of chestnut: Half smiling, Phronsie turned back. Her steps quick- ened and, disregarding the open house door, she ran past it, whiske:! around the corner of the barn and stood at last before a low shed. One end of it was inclosed. Looking about he: ‘autiously, she opened one of the doors a little and slipped into the shed. Ah, it was still there, as blue, as frightening, as beautiful as ever! A three-passenger speedster! Breathing hard, i ronsic surveyed her find. It was an elusive blue, a twi- ight color, T he long, low-hung body, the high hood, abbre- Viated wind shield, craftsman finish to lights and hubs—all | a ‘ection. It was designed to excite the minds of OF Hvis and to arouse strange longings in the hearts of ‘ymen. And Phronsie, frankly, was a layman. Onl «th car she knew intimately was the R. F. D. car. ; im gion ified advertisements had she seen cars like this. sam \ onderful and a trifle alarming. She regarded it had f sg A She could not have been more at a loss if she ov l0urcl a sleek, caged tiger in her shed. She wondered te th‘cves considered it an acceptable exchange for her ul Evid 1 With dust and fend, were cle; aS many tly they had arrived early, for the car was filmed and showed only occasional rain spots on hood s. Phronsie tried to visualize its appearance, if it ied and polished. Polishing was her specialty. For of cabin ears as she could remember she had kept the works ia ie, > -making forefathers in glistening condition. U nder Gok oe ate apple wood, cypress, yew, cherry and Riga owe camore and lancewood had been brought to shining orga i. The car tempted her experienced fingers. Even not en indfather Northway’s traceried-door bookcase had quicky ch surface nor so many dificult corners. She ead y ccna her cloths, wax and thin oils. She cleaned pool me ied, rubbing on and on until the sun no longer pleasa; hg the cracks in the shed and the air was un- strai hi y chilly. At last it became quite dark. She 'gitened her back and stretched her cramped fingers. In the dusk the car sent back a sapphirelike gleam. Never had anything responded so well to her efforts. It no longer seemed an awesome thing, but friendly anda little human. Bay: sitting-room door, still open, was a black rectangle in the side of the house. Phronsie, facing her first night alone, hesitated before it. Her stupidity angered her. Why had she not foreseen this and entered by daylight? She did not pause long, however, but stepped across the threshold into the dark and echoing emptiness of the house. With the outside door closed, the base-burner began to send out a cheerful warmth and glowed ruddily through many squares of mica. Much of the gloam fled before the winking bright- ness and gay shades of the lamps. The canary awoke to chirp a little reprovingly. Pete, the yellow cat, came stretching from somewhere and preceded her into the kitchen for his evening meal. Her timidity was lost before the consciousness of her own hunger. Soon she had the teakettle singing and steak broiling and sizzling over the coals. From the chilly pantry she brought potatoes to fry and a can of her own asparagus. Phronsie ate in the kitchen—deriving a certain contentment from the room’s homely furnishings. After washing the dishes she went into the sitting room. There were three hours before she could reasonably go to bed. Following her evening’s custom, she went to the secre- tary, a beautifully plain piece of mahogany furniture with its unbroken lines accentuated by a cardinal lacquer inlay. The secretary and its contents were the only remaining memorials of her great-grandfather’s work. Since the furthermost years of her childhood she had found here keys to a dream world. Phronsie took out the carved box of cabinet woods. The little cubes of Zeen oak and Coromandel always carried her to Himalaya-crowned India; each labeled piece had its enchanting picture. To-night, however, there was no magic in them; they were blocks of wood which she could correctly name, nothing more. She opened the fascinating book of old materials—fus- tian, camblet, tobine, lutestring, sarcenet; but they brought no visions of the wandering Lucchese weavers nor of Jacquard at his loom. Surprised now, she shoved the book into its place and found her unfailing source of con- tentment, her great-grandfather’s list of beautiful words and word combinations. “DOSEMARY, amber, jade,” she read, ‘‘heliotrope, hawthorn, boar tusk, Cordova, laburnum, talisman, tarn——’”’ the hollow tick of the kitchen clock mockingly beat its way through her reading. Phronsie raised her head, listening. In the glass door her dark, frightened eyes and white face confronted her. Rising, she clung to the secretary and stood at bay before an advancing, hostile loneliness. The untenanted second floor of the house gained importance and sent a sinister silence pressing downward against the stairway door. Panic dried her throat. She was transfixed in a still- ness so complete that it seemed to have sound, a faint, maddening ringing. The canary stirred in his shrouded cage, a coal dropped in the base-burner; immediately Phronsie’s face became warm with humilia- tion. She remembered her mother’s briskness and high spirit, her father’s fine-principled stolidity. The Northways had always been sturdy and healthy minded, with neither CONTINUED ON PAGE 146 - - RENE 5 RP RAR TR ae Parts a = PALIT IL cs ie 2 ore

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your true lover of antiquities—and of antipathies— silence the clamor which has* resounded for many decades round that innocent bowlder known~as Plymouth Rock. Nor would any lover of truth or tradition diminish by orie grace-note the song of triumph raised by Provincetown roundabout a smooth stretch of sand which, to Province- town eyes, still bears the footprints of the first Forefather to step ashore in the New World. It is a good thing, this friendly rivalry, because, since each town ‘is on the alert to discover claims why it is en- titled to just as much honor as the next place when the tercentenary of the Forefathers is being commemorated, it follows naturally that each town digs up new and refresh- ing incidents connected with the pilgrimage. History is thus the richer. : Yet if the Pilgrim Fathers, who were by preference men of peace, had realized what controversy their sojourn at Provincetown, Massachusetts, was destined to rouse when contrasted with their settlement at Plymouth, Massachu- setts, they might never have landed at either delightful ‘_ “a Ne for all the stones along the Atlantic Coast would

Squanto, the Friendly Indian, Showed the Pilgrim Children How to “Tread Eels” From the Mud of This Stream place. As it was, they landed at both; and both are now reciprocating by landing on each other. “Landing” on Plymouth Rock and its pretty tradition has been a favorite pastime of the iconoclasts for many a year. By a comfortable perversity of human nature, the harder they land on the tradition the more firmly it becomes embedded in popular affection. . By the same process, the harder the scoffers in Plymouth land on the spot at the far end of Provincetown beach where Standish first trod Amer- ican soil, the more sturdily do the people of Province- town champion the Provincetown claim. And the more jubilantly do they call the irrefutable proofs of it to public attention. So by the very vigor of the rivalry between these two inimitable towns the Pilgrim Fathers are the more lively figures in American an- nals, the more patiently studied, the more keenly re- membered. Miles Standish might be only a vague and legendary creature to-day had he gone direct to the Plymouth waterfront instead of pausing for a bit of exploration round the Provincetown tip ms Cape Cod. Without that bit of exploration, moreover, Ply- mouth might now be only a memory of failure. For when Standish made his first trip ashore he found “divers fair Indian baskets filled with corne.” This corn, used as seed later in Plymouth, was so vital to the new colony that Bradford himself says, ‘‘else they might have starved.’”’ Except for Province- town, Plymouth might not be. Strong links of history, of romance and of beauty bind these two seashore towns together, strain against the kinks in friendly or acrimonious contest though they will. Both share the breath-taking loveliness of the Cape Cod landscape, yet each has an individual charm. The Two Rival Pilgrim Towns Lgteged ey which real Cape Codders will tell you is not on the cape, but only at the beginning of it, is a steep hill with a far sweep of bay at its feet and beyond its crest a spacious breadth of farmland hil- lock and meadow, of wide pond and rushing brook. Upon the hilltop is the burial ground, green trees and ancient stones, where the Pilgrims found their final

On a height nearby rises the superb Forefathers’ Monument. Across the bay the shaft of the Standish monument crowns Captain’s Hill. In the streets below, widened now and then to suit the ideas of the twentieth century, but often twining and colonial to

LIME ICTIRNIAI HOME JOURNAL “THEY LANDED HERE FIRST!” SAYS PROVINCETOWN By Jessie Henderson ah SeS Co. OF RAT. LIF TLE your heart’s content, are the rows of up-to-date shops and the clatter of up-to-date trolleys, and the still somewhat leisurely rush of up-to-date business. It is a clean town, with the appearance of having been swept and dusted every morning; a town full of white old houses with neat green blinds; a self-respecting town, its twelve thousand and more inhabitants occupied thriftily with large manufactories of cordage, woolens, stoves, rugs, rubber goods, nails, machinery. Mindful, you see, of the past—and of the future. Just across the tumbling bay—not so far but that on clear days you can see its outline—lies the Pilgrim rival, Provincetown. Unassuming and haphazard little spot, hollyhocks a-drowse in sunny back yards, a town crier. clanging his bell in the lanes, and sunburned fishermen spinning yarns on creaky wharves, Provincetown is thick- strewn with historic jewels. Humorous and keen and kindly, its forty-three hundred souls are largely concerned now as for generations past with the mackerel and cod fisheries; and the town itself, all clean air and crystal seas, has been so deftly tucked away on the uttermost nubbin of land that the casual tourist thinks of it as a perfect summer place whose per- fect calm has never been disturbed. Yet stirring things have happened here, — bound up with the begin- nings of the republic of the democracy for which the world so lately fought its bloodiest war. Ina place no more pre- tentious than this ‘deepe harbour,” reached by accident of “‘feirce storms and roring breakers,’’ when the May- flower captain refused to proceed farther south toward ‘Hudsons bay,” the Pil- grims signed the Compact which is the - foundation of democratic government. “ Upon the Mayflower while she lay at Provincetown occurred the first death in New England of a Pilgrim; the first birth in New England of a white child; the first Pilgrim Sabbath in New England; the first New England wash-day. . And here— Provincetown de- sires to inform the world*-occurred the first landing of the Pilgrims on the coast of America. ~ Not under the sapphire of a summer sky, the ocean ~@ curling quietly along yellow sands and the birds filling “thé.moors and little pine groves with song, but on a boisterous November day, over a roaring, gray-green sea beneath sullen clouds, the leaking Mayflower wallowed into harbor. - Instead of Virginia “or other rich countrie, hott and blessed with perpetuall spring,”’ the hundred pair of wistful eyés rested on a bitter, wintry stretch of dunes, the high- rolling dunes that are Provincetown’s great charm. The famous east wind whistled drearily through the rigging and, “sumer being done, all things stand upon them with a weatherbeaten face; and ye whole ountrie, full of woods and thickets, represented a wild an grace heiw.” But gratefully, nevertheless, after severity-three days Sa of battling with autumn gales, the Mayflower company

haven at their journey’s end. TT. The First Woman to ESTES Step on Plymouth Rock When the Mayflower-Came is Buried in This Tomb arrived ‘‘At Cape-Cod ye 11. of November.” This entry in Bradford’s History constitutes, with the ancient maps identifying the spot, the first claim of Provincetown on the glory surrounding the Forefathers. ‘If anyone should ask, off-hand, where the Pilgrims first landed’”’—it was pointed out recently to Congress—‘‘nine people out of ten would answer ‘at Plymouth Rock.’’’ One reason why the light of Provincetown has been hid under the Plymouth bushel so _ is that the Bradford History was lost for a century, and by the time it turned up unexpectedly in London the Plymouth Rock idea had obtained a firm hold. Even school- books and histories gave Plymouth the credit for the first landing, and some authorities still fall into that error. He Nearly Blew Up the Mayflower & A MATTER of recorded fact, recorded by William Bradford, who, having been among those present, ought to know, the Mayflower not only first dropped anchor in “that deepe bay of Cape-cod,”’ but remained at anchor there, just inside what is now Long Point Light, from November eleventh (old style) to December twentieth. It remained long enough to be in danger of destruction; for young Francis Billington, ‘that unwhipt rascal,’’ decided by way of celebrating the arrival to shoot off his father’s fowling piece. He did this little thing with gratifying results, scaring the womenfolk, enraging the men and, by reason of the proximity of some powder kegs, very nearly blowing up the Mayflower. Seen at this distance, the bit of boyish mischief is a pleasant human touch. Four days after the Mayflower anchored, Miles Standish and sixteen men went ashore, November 15 (old style), 1620. This was the first and true Landing of the Pilgrims, as a bronze and granite tablet will tell you, if you go to the far end of the Provincetown waterfront where the first Pilgrim shoe ground the pebbles. The spot is approximate, of course, but from the accounts in Bradford’s History and in Mourt's Relation it seems probable that the landing was made at about this point. There are a few scattered summer cottages at the end of the beach now, but otherwise the place is surprisingly un- changed. The long ridge into which the dunes irregularly arrange them- selves is little different; the flat reach of shallow, mentioned by

if bi fk ae an eo Leyden Street, Plymouth, the First Street in New England to Which the Pilgrims Gave the Name of Their City of Refuge

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y in laps the ask, nted ould it of | so ury, the ool- first iam ight r in ere, iber ined ung way ling ring the the hief dish 620. aS a . far rim Irse, irt's e at d of un- hich em- flat by 7 William Harlow House, ~/ymouth, Mass. Built in 1677. The Timber From the Old Fort on Burial Hill Was Used in its Con- struction ‘ _-——_——— Bradford, stretches to- ward a harbor so deep and capacious that it can shelter three thou- sand vessels; the strip of sand is still empty and providentially “unimproved”; and the hill beyond the shore rises as scraggly and replete with allure- ment as when Standish climbed it. One great difference, however,marksthehill. On its top there was built in 1907—at a cost of ninety-three thou- sand dollars—a beauti- ful monument of the campanile type, a trib- ute to the Mayflower passengers. Asa form of permanent memorial inthis tercentenary year it is planned to provide adequate ap- proaches to the crest of the hill, for, as the tower stands now, it is half inaccessible. When Congress appropriated four hundred thousand dollars for the tercen- tenary and gave only one hundred thousand dollars of this to Provincetown (the other three hundred thousand going to Plymouth), there was disappointment as deep and dark as an autumn fog on the end of Cape Cod. With its share, however, with an ad- ditional fifty thousand dollars from the state legislature, and with various private subscriptions, the town intends to build a road to the hilltop as well as to erect the numerous tablets needed to mark historic sites along its water front and among its dunes. Ancestors of the Boston Baked Beans TI THE request of a local committee, George Elmer Browne, the New York artist, who is a leader in the Provincetown summer colony, has submitted a sketch for the memorial road to the monument. This project is the big piece of celebration which the town has planned, al- though meetings and receptions and other forms of observ- ance are also on the program. The Browne idea includes the purchase of a bit of the water front directly in line with the tower, turning the stretch into a park and building at its end a public pier and landing place. Thus an unobstructed view of the mo 1ument, which is a mark for miles to ships at sea, could be cbtained from the bay and would be a visitor’s first impression from the seaward side. A street already leads from this section to the foot of Town !!i'! on which the monument stands. At the head of this street and at the foot of the hill the town expects to False a !ronze statue to the Pilgrim Mothers, ‘‘those brave women ‘ho came and helped as dutiful wives to lay the foundation of a strong and popular government.” .Froni the base of the statue it is intended to build a broad flight o steps to the base of the monument, the stairway broker. }»y resting stages from which a magnificent view of town and harbor can be seen. And perhaps sometime there — be a handsome building near the monument on the ~~ . place where the already considerable collection of ilgrim relics may be housed, with a convention hall for big agi igs and an art gallery for the yearly exhibition held by the larzest summer colony of artists in America. a 10 artist colony and no cozy Provincetown with in- cate h byways and low gable ends greeted Standish and Stien. It was not until 1680 that a settlement sprang up among the dunes, though tradition says Thorwald, the Ice- andic viking, made port here in 1004; a tradition strength- ened by the Pilgrim discovery of a strange grave containing a skeleton with long yellow hair. For many summers the ilgrims themselves came to the bay for the fishing and they May have had huts or shelters along the shore; but all historic buildings, through some unhappy chance, have. been destroyed or so remodeled that their identity is gone. Not even an Indian hut broke the monotonous wilderness of sand and wind-shaken shrub when the first landing ccurred. “Here,” said Bradford in his history, recalling that memorable No- vember, “‘I cannot but si @ stand half amazed at this poore peoples presente con- dition. .. . . They had now no friends ‘to wellcome them, nor inns to entertaine or refresh their weather- beaten bodys, no houses nor much less : townes to repaire too”’ Ol and “these savage bar- barians, when they mette with them... . were readier to fill their sids full of arrows than otherwise.”’ Dreadful tales of Indian atrocities had reached the ears of the Pilgrims long before they left Holland. It was not, therefore, without lively appre- ciation of the danger The Grave of Miles Standish in Duxbury that Standish and his sixteen men stepped ashore and started a series of explorations which, scanned in the light of the security which enwraps Cape Cod to-day, read like pages from an old adventure; which, indeed, they are. Along the shore toward Truro the adventurers went first, trying in vain to get within hailing distance of ‘‘5 or 6 persons with a dogg”’ who fled at their approach. Near Truro they found Indian graves and the Indian corn “which seemed to them a very goodly sight (haveing never seen any shuch before) ”’; and later ‘more of their corne, and of their beans of various collours’””—ancestors of the Boston baked beans which must be tasted to be believed. Part of these supplies the Pilgrims took, resolving to pay the Indians for them—and they did. It was on the edge of Truro, too, that they came upon a bubbling spring and got their first drink—of water—in the new land, which, they noted, tasted ‘as good to them in their agony of thirst ‘‘as beer did aforetime.”’ On a pleasant day thereabouts, when the east wind blew less cold- and the ground’ was still without snow, the first Pilgrim woman landed in the New World. You have seen the painting of Mary Chilton, trim and serene, stepping neatly on Plymouth Rock? The first Pilgrim woman landed on our shores, perhaps trim, but certainly not serene. For she landed with two months’ family wash underone arm and a washboiler under the other. Prosaic? Only to those who don’t think cleanliness is next to godliness. It’sa brave woman who will wash clothes The Winslow House in Marshfield, Near Plymouth, Built About 1700 on a Massachusetts beach at the tail end of autumn, with here and there an Indian waiting to shoot an arrow into the soap dish. Upon a December morning Miles Standish proved the willingness of the ‘‘feirce salvages’’ to “fill his sids full of arrows.” The night before, he and his men had made another of their numerous trips to land and at dusk they had seen ‘‘some 10. or 12. Indians very busy about some- thing.”” The thing proved next day to be “a great fish like a grampus . » and ye shallop (or small boat) found 2. more of these fishes dead on ye sands, a thing usuall after erect yt place, by reason of ye great flats of sands that ye of. In the dawn the Indians—doubtless full of grampus— swooped down on the encampment at the water’s edge. This was the first Indian attack on any Pilgrims, as Prov- incetown is not slow to point out. Bradford notes with sportsmanlike appreciation that among the enemy was “a ‘lustie man, and no less valiante’’ who stood behind a tree ‘‘within halfe a musket shot, and let his arrows flie.”” The Pilgrims shot at him three times, till the last ball ‘‘made ye bark or splinters of ye tree fly about his ears, after which i. os an extraordinary shrike, and away they wente all of them.” Dreary, in spite of the blazing up of such adventure, was the sojourn of the Mayflower in that harbor; dreary and full of mourning. Four of the little company died here: James Chilton(fatherof Mary Chilton), Jasper More, Edward Thomp- son and Dorothy Brad- ford. It is likely that here occurred the first burials ashore, al- though this is mere sur- mise. But the body of Dorothy Bradford, girl wife of Governor Wil- liam Bradford, seems never to have been re- covered. Dorothy Bradford YSTERY sur- rounds the death of this young girl, who was only twenty. There have been hintsthat she drowned herself. The tradition persists that Bradford during the ears in Holland fell in Ove with a girl who jilted him; that a few weeks afterward, in a fit of pique, he married Dorothy, daughter of Deacon May; that they did not get on well to- gether, and that this unhappiness, together with grieving for her little son who had been left temporarily in Hol- land and brooding over her husband’s earlier romance, of which in some way she had -learned, made Dorothy Bradford despondent. Other more kindly accounts declare that she slipped in stepping from the Mayflower to the shallop, although why she could not have been rescued is not clear. : Still another account says that she was seized with faint- ness and fell into the water without being seen. A strange circumstance is that Bradford in his history makes no men- tion of the tragedy. Two facts alone are certain: Dorothy Bradford was drowned, and in the absence of her husband, who had gone ashore with Standish. And however she came to her death, the loss of this girl after the Mayflower had made its long and perilous voyage and reached safe harbor is an incident filled even after three hundred years with keenest pathos. One of the newest tablets put up at Provincetown bears thissinscription: ‘‘In memory of Dorothy Bradford, James Chilton, Jasper More and Edward Thompson, the four Mayflower passengers who died while the Mayflower was at anchor in Provincetown Harbor, December, 1620; erected by the Research Club, 1920.” CONTINUED ON PAGE 145 o- 4 ~~ 2 a OS, yd My, f Pete NCEA ee NR APE te a = Saree i i

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A RED-HAIRED GIRL CAN ALWAYS GET A MAN: By Fannie Kilbourne ILLUSTRATIONS BY HENRY RALEIGH

In the Glare of the Sunshine I Saw Olivia Dempsey as I Had Seen Myself in That Depressing Mirror in Your Office over the doctor’s shoulder and seen her own face in the mirror. It is an amazing fact that a woman will be infinitely more depressed about losing her looks than she will be about losing her health or her friends or her money. Alice Ames’ dresser at home stood in a semi-shaded flat- tering light and for several months she had, apprehensively though but half consciously, avoided seeing her reflection in any other place. Now the light streamed in through the wide, uncurtained windows and caught her almost full front. It was a glaring, merciless light, like a blunt relative who speaks the truth and is proud of it. It told her frankly that her skin was sallow and her eyes were dun; it tore away ruthlessly any possible illusion that the hollows around her eyes were merely interesting shadows; it showed them up for exactly what they were—deep, dark, discolored circles; it touched, too, upon the tired, dejected lines that drooped from her nose to the corners of her lips. The light was worse than merciless, it was a shade malicious. It made the few fine lines which were beginning to ray from the corners of her eyes into a heavy network and deepened the two little wrinkles above her nose into great furrows. It shone spite- fully above the collar of her severe serge suit and made the thinness at the base of her throat look lean and hollowed. Because it was sunless although so bright, it deadened her one redeeming feature and made even her copper hair seem a dull, flat-colored ledge beneath her plain tailored hat. It told her that she looked every day of forty. This was unfair. She did not—quite. "Tes girl suddenly wanted to cry. She had glanced S A MATTER of fact, Alice Ames attached less impor- tance to her looks than do nine women out of ten, but the strain of Eve can be diluted even farther than that and still be there. She could not keep her eyes away from the damning reflection; they strayed back to it again and again with a gloomy fascination. ““And what did you do last summer?” Doctor Brent asked, “after teaching all winter?”’ “I took a summer course at Columbia, psychology and theory of teaching.” She laughed mirthlessly. “It hasn’t done me much good, I guess. I can’t even keep discipline any more.” “What did you do summer before last?” he asked. “| taught summer school part of the time. The last three weeks I rested up to go back to school.” “H’'m.” The nerve specialist studied her for some mo- ments in silence. ‘How old are you?” “Twenty-eight.” She glanced furtively at the reflection above his shoulder. “I know I look older.” The doctor did not deny the statement. “Play the social game?” he asked. “Oh, no!” Her conscience was clear. “I really don’t tax myself at all—except what I have to to keep up my work. Oh, I do everything I know of, take exercise, am careful what I eat and—and it doesn’t do any good—nothing does—I must be just cut out to be a failure. I’ve done everything I know to make me a good teacher and I can’t even keep order in the schoolroom. One boy, Tommy Watts, sits there in the front seat and grins at me till it seems to me I can’t stand it! Even he knows that I’m a failure. And I can’t grin back nor make him stop because I know it’s true. Then every day, after school, just exactly at four o’clock, my head begins to ache and it aches until dinnertime. I’ve lost my sense of humor—at least I think I used to have one—and my appetite—I can’t sleep and I’ve worried until - ” she glanced at the tightly closed door and lowered her voice, “until sometimes I’m afraid I’m losing my mind.” Her voice quavered and broke. ‘“‘What do you work so hard for? Summers and:so on. Need the money?” The girl nodded.

1. ALL alone in the world,” she said. ‘‘ My mother was left a widow without a penny when I was five and I saw what she went through. I know what it would be to face old age, poor. I’m looking ahead.” The doctor smiled. P “You might marry, you know,” he suggested, ‘‘and cast your burden upon the Lord.” “No,” said Alice frankly. wants me.” The doctor glanced at her with a sudden flash of interest. He knew women as a nerve specialist can know them and he had found this kind of honesty rare among the sex. It evidently decided his next speech. “Would you take,” he asked, “‘an absolutely unorthodox prescription?” “Of course,’’ said Alice. The doctor shook his head. “No, you wotldn’t,” he said. the one who was going insane.”’ Alice leaned forward in her chair. “Doctor Brent,” she said eagerly, “if I can afford it I'll do just exactly what you tell me to. I can’t stand this any longer—the headaches and—and everything.” “How much are you expecting my charges to be?’” he asked. ‘‘To get you back to where you ought to be?” “Why—why!” Alice was abashed. “I haven't an idea, but of course I’d ——’”’ “About how much were you braced against?’ he per- sisted. ‘You knew, didn’t you, that I was devilishly high priced? Were you prepared to pay as much as, say, four or five hundred dollars, altogether?” “Yes, I had been afraid it might be as much as that.” “ All right.””. The doctor’s voice had lost its doubtfulness. “Five hundred would be about my natural price. Now, I’m “There isn’t anybody who “You'd simply think I was going to make you a sporting proposition. I have a theory I want to test out. I want you to take my advice and follow it out just as well as you can and keep me in touch with de velopments. If this method doesn’t work, I'll do anything I can for you along every other line. But if you will give my theory an honest test, we'll call the account square, either way. No bill. Are you game?” ““Why—why, yes, I'll do it.” “Done.”’ They shook hands. ““Now, Miss Ames,” said the specialist, “I want you tog out and find yourself a sweetheart.” . Alice had thought she was prepared for anything, but ! the big desk had risen and pointed an accusing finger at her, she could not have been more dumfounded. She blushed a miserable brick red, she could feel its heat creeping from the roots of her hair down her throat and over her this shoulders. “Oh, I couldn’t!”’ she gasped. The doctor grinned. “Of course, you could,” he said. ‘A red-haired girl cat always get a man if she wants one.” “T meant I couldn’t—couldn’t " She faced the doctor bravely. “ You think that I ought to marry?” “T didn’t say anything about marrying. I said find your self a sweetheart, a beau—whatever they call the fellow wi calls on you Sunday nights and takes you to the theater am sends you flowers and candy and eventually proposes to you: You can marry him or not afterward, that’s up to you. Dit I want you to find him.”

r HIS is what I mean,” he went on, turning serious “You've studied psychology. You've develoyed you mind and thought about developing your mind. Your rel tions with other people have been largely with children, wit the idea of developing their minds. Miss Ames, life isn t@ mental any more than it’s all physical or emotional spiritual. It’s a mixture. Now you've been educ ted th you're half crazy; you’ve worked along one line unt! you® one-sided. What I want to do is to jolt you back to normal: “Feminists can prate all the theories they like —evé’ honest woman knows that mate-hunting is the most fund mental pursuit of woman. And it is the one interest | kno" that might easily become strong enough to absorb you, © rouse you to a whole side of life that your last fev ye* haven't touched.” He turned to face his patient. “Go at it any way you like,” he said. “You doubtles know more about the ways than I do. I’d suggest that y% take part of the money you were expecting to pay me spend your vacation at some modest summer resort. Y0! meet some new people that way and you'd have the adc advantage of living outdoors. I'd try one of the lakes fa! near town where there’s good golf and fishing—there ™

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theory follow ith de- ything ive my either u to go but if at her, Jushed x from thin irl can d_ the | your w who er and 0 youl , But rious: d yout r rela: l, with n'tal nal of ed till you're ormal. -every ‘nda know ou, 1 years ibtles at you e You! a . fairly re aft are to be men there. Don’t tell anybody that you’re a . cher—forget it. I'll make you out a schedule that ought to fatten you up some—you wouldn't be at all bad looking ith a few more pounds and some color. Get acquainted ooh the girls, especially the young, good-looking ones. And al they start flirting, don't sit back. Get into the game; haat them to the best man there if you can. Go into the me for all there is in it, Pretend you're living back in the days when a girl had to get a husband, first and foremost. If you can't manage it,” the doctor smiled, “at that, you're luckier than the Victorian ladies because ou've got your job to go back to. You stand to win either a, But don’t think of that during the summer. Go after your man with every bit of strength or skill or what- ever it is that it takes. It’s the attitude that will count, that will niake you forget about the four-o’clock headaches and Tommy Watts.” ; , Ten minutes later, the doctor opened his office door for his ient. - ‘ “Drop mea letter once or twice a week,” he said. ‘Don’t think any more than you can help about your symptoms— just write me a chatty account of what you're doing and how erything is going.” or will,’ she promised. ‘“‘Good-by, Doctor Brent.” “Good-by, Miss Ames, good-by—and good hunting!” And thai is why Alice Ames was writing these letters from ; hore of Storm Lake. the south sho SHorE House, June 7. tor Brent: I’ve been here nearly a week now. It’s very quiet so far. With the exception of two elderly ladies | am the only guest. I’ve been following orders, spending nine hours a day in bed, walking at least three miles a day; yesterday | made five. Truly yours, ALICE AMES. June 12. Dear Doctor Brent: Still following instructions. Have added the hot milk. I sleep a little better but the headaches come on regularly. Would it do any harm to read a little about Japanese art? It is really interesting and the days are so long. I’m still walking and learning to row according to orders. Miss Price says some young people are coming this week. Perhaps my victim may be among them. _ Sincerely, ALICE AMES. June 16. Dear Doctor Brent: Two sisters came to-day. One is older than I am. The other, Olivia Dempsey is her name, is younger, twenty-two or so, I imagine. I think I’d like her sister better but I'll try to get acquainted with Olivia, per orders to select the young and g looking. Sincerely, ALICE AMEs. P, S.—I have gained three pounds. June 23. Dear Doctor Brent: Important news. Three men have ar- rived. One for the week-end, two on vacations. Since the town has put in golf links the boarding houses are very popular. The two who are staying are J. C. Denewell and Barker Wright. I know because I looked at the register. Mr. Denewell is plain and serious looking. Mr. Wright is very handsome. I caught Olivia looking at the register too. Why do you suppose she is interested? Has she’nervous headaches and is she trying to forget a Tommy Watts? Or is it just the feminine cussedness cropping out in her? As usual, Dear D: Avice AMEs. June 25. Dear Doctor Brent: 1 wonder if you would be willing to call off our bargain and let me pay you like any other patient? This arrangement isn’t fair to you. I can’t do what you want me to, you see. It isn’t that I want to be a poor sport. I'll tell you what happened last night and you can see that it is only right for me to step aside and let somebody else test out your theory for you. i _ This evening after dinner, Miss Dempsey and I were sit- ting on the porch when Miss Price brought the two new men over and introduced them. They stood talking a few min- utes. Mr. Denewell was very pleasant and courteous, but Mr. Wright was bored and showed it. They were going canoeing and were just about to leave when Olivia came along. She had on a shell pink sweater over her white dress and looked rosy and pretty enough to eat. She stopped to speak to her sister and was introduced, of course. You should have seen the way those two I Wouldn’t Let Him Hold Me at All; Said I Wanted to Learn All by Myself men bucked up. They forgot all about canoe- ing, just sat on the porch railing and ban- tered with Olivia. Mr. Denewell dropped his seriousness and was very gay and witty; Mr. Wright didn’t have so much to say but he folded his arms and watched her in a narrow-eyed, ap- proving manner that was the most flattering look I have ever seen. After a while he thought . about the canoe. “The lake is lovely to-night,” he told Olivia, “and we're safe and sane pad- dlers. Won't you take a chance with us?” Olivia smiled — she has a very attractive dimple at the corner of her mouth and said, yes, indeed, she would. Then Mr. Wright turned to Miss Demp- sey and me. “Wouldn’t you two ladies like to go too?” he asked politely. “To go too!”” You know how definitely and unescapably that classifies an invitation. If we insisted we would be taken along like so many extra ddles. And “‘ you two ladies!” Miss Dempsey is very nice but she is every day of forty and looks it. Heclassed us right together. Miss Dempsey went, but I didn’t. I said I had a letter which must be written. They said they were sorry, but they were really glad. No, I don’t think they were glad, either. I didn’t cut that much of a figure with them, either way. alr Bo It is.a Girl’s Right for One Evening, Like Cinderella, to Feel Herself a Beauty and a Belle dropped it all forever or, rather, that it’s dropped me. It wor- ried me, the way I’ve been looking lately, but I didn’t dream it was as bad as this, that I looked as old as Miss Dempsey. My head aches to-night, not a ‘real ache but a grumble I was just a part of the porch furniture, like the hammock. that makes all life look bleak and drab. Yours truly, I’m sorry to be spoiling your experiment like this. To ALICE AMES be honest, I’m sorry on my own account too. I used to have ye beaus, the boys used to like me when I was in high school June 27. a ' Dear Doctor Brent: Ifthat last wasn’t a gloomy letter! I’m awfully sorry that I wrote it—not that every word I said wasn’t perfectly true or that it isn’t just as true now. But somehow truth is like a cube, it looks entirely different when viewed from different angles. Something has bobbed up in me. I think it must be the scrappy old ancestor who gave me my red hair. I ‘may be headed for the shelf, socially speaking. but I will not be put there without a struggle. I'll tell you what woke me up to the fighting possibilities. This morning I went to Miss eons be room to take back a book she’d lent me. She was out, but Olivia was there, dry- ing her hair and she wanted me to come in and keep her com- pany. I went, I saw! She had her hair streaked back from her forehead, drying in the sunshine. shea And in the glare of the sunshine I saw Olivia Dempsey as I had seen myself in that depressing mir- ror in your office— really, any nerve specialist ought to know enough to move that mirror. It shows up sights that are not right for nervous women to see—I nearly col- me > at the sight of Olivia. She looked just exactly as old as I did in your looking glass. And she is pale and her fore- head is bumpy and her nose turns up and she has pale eyebrows and light eyes and justa little wispof straight hair andas many tiny wrinkles around her eyes as I have. Well, I stayed and watched the meta- morphose. First, she waved her hair and it doubled or trebled during the process. Then she combed it. And the pains she took! I’ve had to dress in fifteen minutes for so many years that my hand mirror has become nothing but a dresser orna- ment. Olivia used hers! She studied the back view and the side view, she even looked down at the top of her head. She pulled and she puffed and she coaxed. And when the last invisible hairpin was in and her hair was done, her forehead wasn’t the least bit bumpy and her nose didn’t turn up any more! I watched her during the rest of the dressing process, simply fascinated. She cold-creamed and she darkened her and my year at university. Then I went away to training school where there were nine hundred women to a man. Then mother was sick and that kept me busy. My first job was terribly hard and being all alone in the world set me to worrying about getting some money ahead and—well, I just let all the beau side of life drop. 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There Was a Multiple Baying, and the Pack'Settled Down to Swift Pursuit

THE SIX SOCIAL RANKS HEN they asked the shrewd social climber if he cared to get into the best society, he made answer: “Not the ‘best.’ The ‘highest’ is good enough for me.” And, with dogs as with humans, the highest society is not the best. Yet there are as many canine as human social ranks. And they are far more sharply defined. If you have never both- ered to define them for yourself, their classifying may interest you. As, in a small-town bluebook, one looks feverishly to see what cabalistic letter or symbol follows one’s own name, so you may be glad to know in what canine rank your especial pet dog belongs. Let us begin with the highest, instead of with the best. The highest, of course, is the priceless and pampered lap dog, the “ Plutocrat Pup,” the morsel of caninity that goes, from birth to premature grave, swathed in silk and sleeping on eiderdown and with costly dainties to eat and a special attendant to look after his silly needs and a fond mistress to spoil him and to foot his egregious bills. He has been already dealt with in an earlier article. So let us hoist his pudgy and cosseted and overfed little body to its pedestal in the first rank and leave him there while we move on to the second. The second-rank pedestal can belong to none except the rofessional Show Dog. His lot, in a way, is as sad as the lutocratic Pup’s, but he is infinitely more interesting. You have seen him innumerable times and in innumerable forms, if ever you went to a big dog show. You have seen him, tied in his bench stall on a bed of yellow straw or pacing posily in the ring, under the poker-faced inspection of the judge. If that is all you know of the Show Dog, you know as little of him as of the history and make-up of the Oriental ring you see in a jeweler’s window.

By Albert Payson Terhune Author of “Lad: a Dog,” “Bruce,” Etc. ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRANK STICK The Show Dog is housed and fed and exercised and worked over with as much scientific care as any champion pugilist or rofessional beauty or Derby winner. On his grooming, on his diet, on his especial forms Of exercise, on the keen care taken of him—on these things hangs hiscareer. Onthem, too, hangs most of his owner’s prestige andincome. His life, apart from the needful exercise and the endless practice in the fine art of ‘‘showing,’’ is of workless and monotonous ease. When he is out of coat or during the lull in major dog shows, he spends his days in kennel and kennel run; his enieadid body cultivated to the full, but his brain and soul and his genius for palship developed no more carefully than that of a prize hog or a blue-ribbon bull. During the show season his time is passed in an express- car crate, traveling to one exhibition after another of the bi circuit, and on show bench and in ring. Days on train aa bench for the sake of brief minutes in the ring! A proud collie owner once said to me, of his foremost dog: “Champion Blank-Blank has not been out of his crate, except to go on the bench, in seven weeks!”’ 1X months later I read that ‘Champion Blank-Blank” had dropped dead on his way into the ring. Heart fail- ure, the veterinarian said. Can you wonder? Here was a magnificent collie in the early prime of life and strength. Instead of the wild outdoor gallops over hill and dale that are a collie’s birth- right, he lived for weeks at a time in a jouncing crate and was taken thence to the equally crampe show bench. His moments in the ring and in the sawdust “exercise room” at the shows gave him his only chance to move about. Many another high-quality dog has died at shows or in his crate. The S. P. C. A. is a grand institution. But —— To each separate breed of Show Dog his own spec ialized training and grooming. And, oftener than outsiders real- ize, that training and grooming spells stark torment. For instance: Do you imagine that a bull terrier’s ears stand up naturally, like flagroot leaves? Well, they don’t. The bu terrier, normally, has a lop ear. And his ear is clamp d into a machine and is cut into-the shape decreed for shows. Not merely trimmed, but cut, sliced, carved. So is a Great Dane's. So are the ears of divers other breeds. Tr Airedale terrier is popular (if waningly so) in site of his vile temper and of the persistent old superstitic that he brings bad luck to his owner. And the one natural !:cauty of an Airedale is the soft, silvery coat that is part of his mixed heritage. Do you ever see this coat at a show’ You do not. What has become of it? He-did ‘not leave it home voluntarily for the day. It was yanked out of his quivering flesh, hair by hair, by professional “ pluckers,’’ until nothing remained except the harsh black undercoat, as short and 48 ugly as a Hottentot’s scalp wool. ™ The show standard demands that a collie’s ears sill of the “tulip” variety; that their soft tips shall droop at be approved angle. Lop ears are an insuperable flaw. I = ears are well-nigh as faulty. The ear must be high, anc _ droop at the tip only. Sometimes it does this naturally. Often it does not.

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At a W estminster show, a few years back, I chanced to see a collie in preparation for the ring. His handlers were taking from his ears a set of odd-shaped things that looked like metal curlers, Into the ring he was led. His ears had the required bend at their tips. Next day I saw him on the bench. His ears were pricked like a wolf’s. I touched him very lightly on one of these recently doctored ears, and the poor dog shrieked aloud inagony. The torture of imparting to his rick ears a temporary droop had left those ears in hideous pain, a pain that had endured for at least twenty-four hours. These are only one or two examples, out of scores, that could |: cited to illustrate the oricals a professional show doy, may sometimes un- dergo bc fore he is fit for the ring. And apart from all that is ‘ne greatest ordeal— namely, \he three-or-four-day show. !or anywhere from seventy-two to ninety-six hours te luckless “purp”’ must r>main for the most part tiei to a small bench, with thousands of strangers pointing or chirping at him or trying to pet him or to stir him up, while all around him several hundred other dogs are howling or barking in as many different keys. Do you wonder that his nerves go raw and his heart goes bad? Add to this the ever-present peril from distemper and other germ-carried maladies. From one big four-day show alone, not many years ago, several hundred dogs came home to die of distemper. A one-day show, under right conditions, entails no great strain or danger on a normal dog. But three-or-four-day shows have killed more dogs than has vivisection. So, you see, the close-guarded career of a Show Dog is not all roses and safety. Sometimes the true dog instinct rebels at such an abnor- mal life. Let me take an instant to tell you of one such case. It is authentic. A collie was bred and raised in one of Ameri¢a’s foremost kennels. From birth he never did a lick of work and never knew a breath of the wild. For he was of championship timber, and the ways were greased for him from the start. He was a in a sanitary kennel. His meals were prepared for him with rigid care. He never so much as caught a mouse or had an unchaperoned gallop. To me he seemed! rabbitlike and stupid in his bored apathy. AVIBR he won his championship he was sold to another tofessional breeder. Almost as soon as he reached his new home the collie ran away. And for ten months no word was heard of him. He had reverted to the wild. He had fled toth#forest, and there he had made for himself a true wild- bedstibir. Thence he raided farms for chickens and for other small livestock. Now, when a dog chases a chicken, he and hisiprey can usually be heard for the best part of a mile. Butitihis collie killed fowls as a fox kills them—noiselessly and leaving no trail. Thus he lived for ten months. At the end of that time farmers began to lock up their hens and lambs, where the unknown killer could not find them. So hunger drove the dog to attack a redoubtable and war-loving billygoat, much irth- cing | the him ther rate. ized real- For d up bull into Not reat re of that uty his You ome ring hing d as t an rick nust To the Family Dog Belongs the Undis- puted Title of “‘Best in All Dogdom”’ larger than himself. During the battle some people chanced by. Leaving the dying goat, the dog fled through the deep snow toward his lair. He was tracked. After a hot fight he was lassoed ‘and dragged home'to his owner. Whereat, with a long sigh of resignation, he settled back at once into his former Show Dog routine. For nearly a year he had lived as his wolf ancestors had lived. With no experience—and less than, no ex- perience—he had taught himself the life of the wild. And, like the doffing of a glove, he changed back again into a mild and help- less and apathetic show specimen. The Show Dog comes close to beating the Plutocratic Pup in cash values too. Richard Croker, according to published announce- ments at the time, paid ten thousand dollars for his imported bulldog, ‘‘ Rodney Stone,”’ a mighty show-ring champion of twenty- odd years back. 5, Bees was credited with overbidding J. P. Morgan and buying the supreme collie champion, ‘‘Squire of Tytton,” for six thousand five hundred dollars. : 6 ip third-rank pedestal is capped—and well capped—by the Hunting Dog. If you wish to be strictly technical, by the way, speak of him not as the “Hunting” but as the “Sporting” Dog. I am referring to the dog— pointer, setter, foxhound, beagle, or what not—that is bred and trained and kept for the chase alone, the highly spe- cialized dog whose innate talent is turned to account. The Hunting Dog is the canine world’s blend of tempera- mental artist and super-skilled mechanic. He is a wonder. He is a wonder because nature has granted him gifts which are withheld from any other creature. His scenting power is nothing less than miraculous. So is his instinct for tracking down his fellow animals and betraying them to hisally, man, Man, in turn, has taken these natural gifts and developed them and trained them and molded them, until the well- taught Hunting Dog is the most perfect specimen of animal or of machinery known to earth. This same Hunting Dog’s lot is fifty times happier and more normal than is his Show Dog brother’s. He makes his living by doing the thing he loves best to do. And, short of heaven itself, is there any other occupation so gloriously enviable as that? Man has used an iron hand and oftener a leathern whip to perfect the Hunting Dog and to teach him his trade. But the fact remains that the dog is doing what best he loves to do, what instinct and ancestry and training urge him to do. He is working for his living. But he is doing it ecstatically. And it is giving him fun and square meals and a good home and reasonably kind treatment. Oh, but he’s a lucky dog! Yet, more than once, that same ancestral instinct, to track down his fellow creatures at man’s behest, has taken a twisted turn. I recall one such entirely true instance, in a country-club region not far from Manhattan. A hunt club had been formed. A pack of trained English foxhounds had been imported. ‘“‘Pink’’ coats had been ordered at exorbi- tant rates, and the club’s sportsmanly devotees had learned cross-country riding. All was ready for the club’s first fox hunt—at least all was ready, except for one trifling detail, the fox. There were few foxes, if any, in that part of the state. And the Nimrods were determined to have one. The prac- tice cross-country work, with the hounds on the trail of a ‘ On His Skill and Speed and Pluck and Loyalty and Scenting Powers Depends the Safety of the Flock or the Herd pacific aniseed bag, was beginning to pall. The pink- coated members began to clamor for a real live fox to ride after. It was up to the M. F. H. and the other authorities of the club. A fee must be forthcoming, unless their proud organization was to go to smash. Just then the hunting ended for the year—perhaps be- cause it was ending in England, perhaps because there may be a close season on aniseed bags. And the M. F. H., the next week, bought from an up-state farmer a young fox that had been caught unhurt in a trap. The fox was sent to the hunt stables, there to be kept prisoner until that glad day, months thence, when he should be turned loose for the foxhound pack to trail and for the pink-coats to follow to the death. The members began to Pa knowingly of a “draw,” a ‘‘check” and a “view- alloo.’’ They looked forward to the opening of the hunt season as a child counts off the days before Christmas. At last—a long last—the season opened. The pink-coats assembled and were photographed on the hunt-club lawn, all mounted, and with the “‘whips”’ herding the pack in the foreground. Then the fox was turned loose from his home in the stables and was given a fifteen-minute start. Twenty watches were scanned breathlessly while those fifteen endless minutes dragged on. ; After an eternity the M. F. H. gave the signal. The straining and fidgeting hounds were “cast off.’’ The hunt was on! Almost at once they caught the fox’s trail. There was a multiple baying, and the pack settled down to swift pursuit. After them streamed the galloping field of ecstatic riders. Presently, the view-halloo burst forth. There, on a knoll, a quarter mile away, was the fox. He had tired of his scam- per and was standing still, looking interestedly back at the onrushing hound pack. The hounds, in full cry, bore down upon him. One or two of the women shut their eyes. The M. F. H. yelled to the chief whip to know why in blazes the fool fox didn’t keep on running. Then, all at once, the hounds were on their prey. At least, they were all around him. Two or three of the younger dogs proceeded to engage Foxy in a merry romp, while the rest of the murderous pack looked on, tails awag, and with friendly eyes. The fox romped happily with the dogs for a few moments. Then, seeing the line of shouting riders thundering toward him, he yawned, left his jovial play- mates and trotted boredly off toward the near-by waite, The hounds sat watching him go, with an air of real regret. The fox was their chum. For six months he had been housed with them, at first in a coop adjoining their kennels and later taking his daily exercise with them in the half-acre “‘run.’”’ The rustic, who had charge of the pack and of the fox, had been quite proud of his success in making all his pets grow so fond of one another ! Bu when humans have the sense to guide, instead of pervert, the hunting-dog instincts, the result is the most flawless bit of ultra-perfection known to the animal world. If racing be the sport of kings (it probably got that nick- name in the days when kings were the only persons who could afford to lose a fortune at the track one day and come back for another tumble on thé next) then an autumn morn- ing, behind a first-class Hunting Dog, may be christened a sport for the gods. Few mere kings deserve such happiness. Granting that the Plutocratic Pup monopolizes the “highest” stratum of canine society, most outdoor men would be inclined to grant the term “best” to the Hunting Dog. 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XXXII — (Continued) LINOR lay in the bed, listening. She had ||| recognized her father’s voice, and her first impulse was one of almost intolerable re- lief. They had found her. They had come to take her away. For she k1ew now that she was a prisoner; even without the broken leg she would have been « prisoner. The girl downstairs was one of them, and her jailer. She fed her, and gave her grudg- ingly the attention she required. Just when Doyle had begun to suspect her she did not know, but on the night after her injury he had taken pains to verify his suspicions. He had found first her little store of money, and that had angered him. In the end he had broken open a locked trinket box and found a notebook in which for months she had kept her careful records. Here and there, scattered among house accounts, were the names of the Council, and other names, spoken before her and care- fully remembered. He‘had read them out to her as he came to them, suffering as she was, and she had expected death then. But he had only sent Jennie away and brought in this Russian girl, a mad-eyed fanatic named Olga. From that time on he visited her once daily. In his anger and triumph over her he devised the most cunning of all punishments; .he told her of the movement’s progress, of its ingeniously contrived devilments in store, of its inevitable success; what buildings and homes were to be bombed, the Cardew house first among them; what leading citizens were to be held as hostages, with all that that implied; and again the Cardews headed the list. When Doctor Smalley came, Doyle or the Russian were always present, solicitous and attentive. She got out of her bed one day, and, dragging her splinted leg, got to her desk, in the hope of writing a note and finding some opportunity of giving it to the doctor, only to discover that they had taken away her pen, pencils and paper. She had been found there by Olga, but the girl had made no comment. She had helped her back into bed without a word; but from that time on she spent most of her day on the upper floor. Not until Doyle came in would she go downstairs to prepare his food. | ape 0a lay in her bed and listened to her father coming up the stairs. She knew, before he reached the top, that Doyle would never let her be taken away. He would kill her first. She hada sickening sense of tragedy coming up the stair- case, tragedy which took the form of her father’s familiar step. Had she known of the chauffeur’s presence, she might perhaps have chanced it. But she saw only her father, alone in that house with Doyle and the smoldering Russian. The key turned in the lock. Anthony Cardew stood in the doorway, looking at her. With her long hair in braids she seemed young, almost girlish. She looked like the little girl who had gone to danc- ing school in short, white frocks and long, black silk stockings sO many years ago. “I’ve just learned about it, Elinor,’ he said. He moved to the bed and stood beside it, looking down, but he did not touch her. ‘Are you able to be taken away from here?” She knew that Doyle was outside, listening, and she hardened her heart for the part she had to play. “Taken away? Where?” she asked. **I’ll Get Your Willy Cameron Too,”’ He Said, His Face Distorted With Anger. HOME A POOR WISE MAN: By Mary Roberts Rinehart ILLUSTRATIONS BY ¢ ARTHUR I. KELLER “You don’t want to stay here, do you?” he demanded bluntly. “This is my home, father.” “Good heaven, home! Do you mean to tell me that, with all you must know about this man, you still want to stay with him?” “T have no other home.” “T am offering you one.” Old Anthony was bewildered and angry. Elinor put out a hand to touch him, but he drew back. “After he has thrown you downstairs and injured you.” “How did you hear that?” a “The servant you had here came to me to-night, Elinor. She said that that blackguard outside there had struck you, and you fell down the stairs. If you tell me that’s the truth I'll break every bone in his body.”’ HEER terror for him made her breathless. ‘ But it isn’t true,’”’ she said wildly. ‘‘You mustn’t think that. I fell. I slipped and fell.” “Then,” said Anthony, speaking slowly, “you are not a prisoner here?”’ “A prisoner? can’t walk.,’’ “That door was’ locked.” She was fighting valiantly for him. ‘I can’t walk, father. I don’t require a locked door to keep me in.” : He was too confused and puzzled to notice the evasion. “Do you mean to say that you won’t let me have you taken home? You are still going to stay with this man? You know what he is, don’t you?”’ “I know what you think he is’’; she tried to smile. He turned and walked to the door; but he stopped there, his hand on the knob and his face twitching. ‘Once more, Elinor,” he said; ‘‘I ask you if you will let me take you back with me. This is the last time. I have come after a good many years of bad feeling, to make my peace with you and to offer you a home. Will you come?” “No.” -Her courage almost failed her; the word was little more than a whisper. Her father opened the door and went out. She heard him going down the stairs, heard other footsteps that followed im, and listened in an agony of fear. But nothing hap- pened. The outside door closed, and after a moment she opened her eyes. Doyle was standing by the bed. ‘So,’ he said, ‘you in- tend to give me the pleasure of your society for some time, do you?” She said nothing. “You liar!” he said softly. ‘Do you think I don’t understand why you want to remain here? You are cleverer than I thought you were, but you are not as clever as I am. You’d have done better to have let him take you away.” “You would have killed him first.’ . “Perhaps I would. But it is a pleasant thought to play with, and I shall miss it when the thing is un fatt accompli. I see - has left you without ice water. Shall I bring you some?”’ I’d be a prisoner anywhere, father. I ** You’ve Done a Bad Thing For Your Friends To-Day, Lily” _He was still smiling faintly when he brought up the pitcher some time later and placed it on the stand beside the bed. XXXII ie THE Boyd house things went on much as before, byt with a new heaviness. Ellen knew why the little house was so cheerless and somber. It had been Willy Cameron who had brought to it its gayer moments, Willy determined} cheerful, slamming doors and whistling; Willy racing - the stairs with something hot for Mrs. Boyd's tray; Wil] at the table, making them forget the frugality of th. in with campaign anecdotes. Rather forced, some of ‘t, but eminently good for all of them. And then suddenly it ceased. He made an effort, bt there was no spontaneity in him. He came in quietly never whistled, and ate very little. Edith, watching him with jealous, loving eyes, ga © voice at last to the thought that was in her mind. “TI wi.’ you'd go away,” she said, ‘‘and let us fight this thing out ou: selves Dan would have to get something to do, then, for onc hing.” “But I don’t want to go away, Edith.” - “Then you're a fool,” she observed bitterly. “Yc: can't nee any, and there’s no use hanging mother arow:d your neck. P “She won’t be around anyone’s neck very long Edith ear. “After that, will you go hy?” “Not if you still want me.” “Want you!” Dan was out, and Ellen had gone up for the invalic’s tray, They were alone together, standing in the kitchen duorway, Suddenly Edith ran her hand through his arm, besid«: her, “If I had been a different sort of girl, Willy, do you think—could -you ever have cared for me?”’ “T never thought about you that way,” he said simply. “| do care for you. You know that.” She dropped her hand. “You are in love with Lily Cardew. That’s why. I’ve known it all along, Willy. | used to think you’d get over it, never seeing her and «ll that, But you don’t, do you?”’ She looked up at him. ‘ The real thing lasts, I suppose. It will with me. I wish to heaven it wouldn’t.”’. | He was most uncomfortable, but he drew her hand ‘within his arm again and held it there. mq “Don’t get to thinking that you care anything bout me,” he said. ‘‘There’s not as much love in the werd as there ought to be, and we all need to hold hands, hut— don’t fancy anything like that.” ta “T wanted to tell you. If I hadn’t known abotit fer | wouldn’t have told you, but—you said it when yov'said there’s not as much love as there ought to be. I’m gofit but I guess my caring for you hasn’t hurt me any. It’s tli@énly reason I’m alive to-day.” Bt Jes She freed her hand, and stood staring out over thé ittle autumn garden. There was such brooding trouble iifiher face that he watched her anxiously. rd “I think mother suspects,” she said. ‘‘She watches ttieall the time, and she asked to see Dan to-night. Only he didn't come home.” “You must deny it, Edith,” he said, almost fiercely. “She must not know, ever. 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yut— her | ‘said d but “énly Itttle Hi her Heal lidn't "She >’ her, But, going upstairs as usual before he went out, he realized that Edith was right, and that matters had reached a crisis. The sick woman had eaten nothing, and her eyes were sunken and anxious. Most significant of all, the little album > _ beside her, nor the usual litter of newspapers on the bed. “I wish you weren’t going out, Willy,”’ she said queru- lously. “I want to talk to you about something.” “Can't we discuss it in the morning?”’ “T won’t sleep till I get it off my mind, Willy.” _But he could not face that situation then. He needed time, for one thing. He spoke at three different meetings that night, for the election was close at hand. Pink Denslow took him about in his car, and stood waiting for him at the back of the crowd. In the intervals, between hall and hall, Pink found Willy Cameron very silent and very grave, but he could not know that the young man beside him was trying to solve a difficult question. Which was: Did two wrongs ever make a right? At the end of the last meeting Willy Cameron decided to walk home. “I have some things to think over, Pink,’ he said. “Thanks for the car. It'saves a lot of time.” _Pink sat at the wheel, carefully scrutinizing him. It struck him that Cameron looked fagged and unhappy. Pink knew nothing of Lily’s marriage. To his uninquiring mind all was as it should be with her;. she was at home again, although strangely quiet and very sweet, and her small world was at peace with her. ‘I saw Lily Cardew this afternoon, Willy.” = e all right?’’ asked Willy Cameron in a carefully casual tone, “I don't know.” Pink’s honest voice was worried. ‘‘She looks all right, and the family’s eating out of her hand. But she’s ch inged somehow. She asked for you.” Thaiks. Well, good night, old man.” Willy Cameron was facing the decision of his life that night as he walked home. ap ves gone, out of his reach and out of his life. Some day she would be free again, and then in time she would marry--some one like Pink, her own sort—and find happi- ness, it he knew that he would always love her, to the end of his days and even beyond, in that heaven in which he so s iply believed. He would have died for her as easily as he wvuld have lived for her, but he could do neither. _ That was one side of him. The other, having put her away varm corner of his heart which was hers always, was busy with the practical problem of the Boyds. He saw only one way out, and that way he had been seeing with increas- ing clearness for several days. Edith’s candor that night, and Mrs, Boyd’s suspicions, clearly pointed to it. There was a way by which to save Edith and her child, and to save the dying woman the agony of full knowledge. aweith was sitting on the doorstep, alone. He sat down on the step below her, rather silent, still busy with his problem. Although the night was warm, the girl shivered. ‘“‘She’s hot asleep. She’s waiting for me to go up, Willy. She means to call me in and ask me.” ; .. hen I’d better say what I have to say quickly. Edith, will you marry me?”’ She drew off and looked at him. I'd better explain what I mean,” he said, speaking with some difficulty. ‘I mean—go through the ceremony with fat. | don’t mean actual marriage. That wouldn’t be air to either of us, because you know that I care for some One else.” But do you mean a real marriage?” A Of course. Your child has the right to a name, dear. nd, if you don’t mind telling a lie to save our souls and for “Tt Peace of mind, we can say that it took place some me ago,” She gazed at him dazedly. Then some- thing like suspicion came into her face. “Is it because of what I told you to-night?” “T had thought of it before. That helped.” It seemed so surprisingly simple, put into words, and the light on the girl’s face was his answer. A few words, so easily spoken, and two lives were saved. No, three—for Edith’s child must be considered. Edith fell to soft weeping. She was unutterably happy and relieved. Before her she saw all the things that she had thought were gone—honor, a place in the world again, the right to look into her mother’s eyes; she saw marriage and happy golden days. He did not love her, but he would be hers, and perhaps in His own good time the Manager of all destinies would make him love her. She would try so hard to deserve that. Mrs. Boyd was asleep when at last Edith went up the stair- case, and Ellen, lying sleepless on her cot in the hot attic room, heard her softly humming to herself as she undressed, and marveled. XXXIV HEN Lily had been at home for some time, and Louis Akers had made no attempt to see her or to announce the marriage, the vigilance of the household began to relax. Howard Cardew had already consulted, the family lawyer about an annulment, and that ‘gentleman had sent a letter to Akers, which had received no reply. Then, one afternoon, Grayson, whose instructions had been absolute as to admitting Akers to the house, opened the , door to Mrs. Denslow, who was calling,:and found behind that lady Louis Akers himself. He made an effort to close the door behind the lady, but Akers was too quick for him, and a scene at the moment was impossible. He ushered Mrs. Denslow into the drawing-room, and coming out, closed the doors. ‘‘ My instructions, sir, are-to say to you that the ladies are not at home.” But Akers held out his hat and gloves with so ugly a look that Grayson took them. ‘I have come to see my wife,” Akers said. ‘Tell her that, and that if she doesn’t see me here I’ll go upstairs and find her.” When Grayson still hesitated he made a move toward the staircase, and the elderly servant, astounded at the speech and the movement, put down the hat and faced him. “I do not recognize any one in the household by that name, sir.”’ “You don’t, don’t you? Very well. Tell Miss Cardew I am here, and that either she will come down or I'll go up. I'll wait in the library.” He watched Grayson start up the stairs and then went into the library. He was very carefully dressed and momentarily ’ exultant over the success of his ruse; but he was uneasy, too, and wary, and inclined to regard the house as a possible trap. He had made a gambler’s venture, risking everything on the cards he held, and without much confidence in them. Mademoiselle was with Lily in her boudoir when Grayson came up. He knocked and went in and closed the door be- hind him. Anger and anxiety were in his worn old face. Lily got up quickly. ‘‘ What is it, Grayson?” “I’m sorry, Miss Lily. He was in the yestibule behind Mrs. Denslow, and I could not keep him out. I think he had waited for some one to call, knowing I couldn’t make a scene.” Mademoiselle turned to Lily. ‘‘You must not see him,” she said in rapid French. ‘Remain here, and I shall tele- phone for your father. Lock your door. He may come up. He will do anything, that man.” “T am going down,” Lily said quietly. ‘‘I owe him that. You need not be frightened. And don’t tell mother; it will only worry her and do no good,” “Once More, Eli- nor,” He Said; **I Ask You if You Will Let Me Take You Back With Me. This is the Last Time’’ Her heart was beating fast as she went down the stairs. From the drawing-room came the voices of Grace and Mrs. Denslow, chatting amiably. The footman was carry- ing in tea, the old silver service gleaming. L Over all the lower floor was an air of peace and comfort, the passionless atmosphere of daily life running in old and easy grooves. When Lily entered the library she closed the door behind her. She had, on turning, a swift picture of Grayson, taking up his stand inside the entrance door, and it gave her a sense of comfort. Then she faced the man standing by the center table. He made no move toward her, did not even speak at once. It left on her the burden of the opening, of setting the key of what was to come. She was steady enough now. “Perhaps it is as well that you came, Louis,’”’ she said. “I suppose we must talk it over sometime.” ““Yes,”’ he agreed, his eyes on her. ‘‘We must. I have married a wife, and—I want her, Lily.” “You know that is impossible.” “‘Because of something that happened before I knew you? I never made any pretensions about my life before then. But I did promise to go straight if you’d have me, and I have. I’ve lived up to my bargain. What about you?” “Tt was not a part of my bargain to marry you while you I have thought and thought, Louis. There is only one thing to be done. You will have to divorce me and marry her.” ‘Marry her!"”’ he exclaimed and played his best card. “‘She won’t marry me. Ask Cameron, who chose to make himself so infernally. busy about my affairs. He’s in love with her. Ask him.” Fr. SPITE of herself Lily winced. Out of the wreckage of the last few weeks one thing had seemed to remain, something to hold to, solid and dependable and fine, and that had been Willy Cameron. It was because he had cared for her that he had saved her from herself. But, if this were true +] am not going back to you, Louis. I think you know that. No amount of talking about things can change that.” “Why don’t you face life and try to understand it?’ he demanded brutally. ‘‘Men are like that. Women are like that—sometimes. You-can’t measure human passions with a tapeline.”” He softened his voice. “I'll be true to you, Lily, if you'll come back.” “No,” she said, ‘‘you would mean to be, but you would not. You have no foundation to build on.” “ Meaning that I am not a gentleman.” “Not that. I know you, that’s all. I understand so much that I didn’t before. What you call love is only—something different. When that was gone there would be the same thing again. You would be sorry, but I would be lost.” Her coolness disconcerted him. Two small triangular bits of color showed in his face. He had been prepared for tears, even for a refusal to return, but this clear-eyed appraisal of himself, and the accuracy of it, confused him. He took ref- uge in the only method he knew; he threw himself on her pity; he made violent, passionate love to her, but her only . expression was one of distaste. When at last he caught her to him she perforce submitted, a frozen thing that told him, more than any words, how completely he had lost her. He threw her away from him then, baffled and angry. “Don’t you think you’d better go?’’ Lily said wearily. “T don’t like to hurt you. I am to blame for a great deal. But there is no use going on, isthere? I'll give you your free- dom as soon as I can. You will want that, of course.” “My freedom! Do you think I am going to let you go like that? I'll fight you and your family in every court in the country before I give you up. You can’t bring Edith EASE

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Boyd up against me, either. If she does that I'll bring up other witnesses, other men, and she knows it.”’ Lily was very pale, but still calm. She made a movement toward the bell, but he caught her hand before she could ring it. ri get your Willy Cameron too,” he said, his face dis- torted with anger. “‘ You've donea bad thing for your friends and your family to-day, Lily. I'll go the limit on getting back at them. I’ve got the power and I'll use it.”’ He flung out into the hall and toward the door. There he encountered Grayson, who reminded him of ‘his hat and gloves or he would have gone without them. Grayson, going into the library a moment later, found Lily standing there, staring ahead and trembling violently. He brought her a cup of tea and stood by, his old face work- ing, while she drank it. XXXV ° HE strike had apparently settled down to the ordinary run of strikes. ‘No further acts of violence took place. Here and there mills that had gone down fired their furnaces again and went back to work, many with depleted shifts to be sure. But the strikers had lost and knew it. Howard Cardew, facing the situation with his customary honesty, saw in the gradual return of the men to work only the urgency of providing for their families, and realized that it was not peace that was coming,:but an armed neutrality. The Cardew Mills were still down, but by winter he was con- fident they would be open again. To what purpose? To more wrangling and bickering, more strikes? He was willing to give the men a percentage of the profits they made. He did not want great wealth, only an honest return for his in- vested capital. But he wanted to manage his own business. It was his risk. The coal miners were going out. The Cardews owned coal mines. The miners wanted to work a minimum day for a maxi- mum wage, but the country must have coal. Shorter hours meant more men for the mines, and they would have to be im- ported. But labor resented the importation of foreign workers. Again, what was the answer? Still, he was grateful for peace. One good thing had come out of the bomb outrages. They had had a salutary effect on the honest labor element. They had no sympathy with such methods and said so. But a certain element, both native and foreign born, secretly gloated and waited. Then, in September, lured by a false security, the governor ordered the demobilization of the state troops, save for two companies. The men at the Baxter and Friendship plants, owned by the Cardews, had voted - to remain out, but their leaders appeared- to have them well in hand and no trouble was anticipated. The agents of the Depart- ment of Justice, how- ever, were still suspicious. The | foreigners had plenty | of money. Given as . they were to hoarding | their savings in their | IS ( V4 Nay Y | K i. 4 PRN Lae ak “4 a ht, aay) (fe \« SA homes,the local banks ‘ were unable to say if E PIPES to himself alone, The child of Pan, where the woods are mellowing now; For his echo, the thrush, is flown; And the clouds of the sunset burn on the maple bough. HOME JOURNAL made rapidly by telephone and messenger. Owing to him, too, there was a new central office, with some one on duty day and night. Rather ironically, the new quarters were the dismantled rooms of the Myers Housecleaning Company. O*X THE day after his proposal to Edith, Willy Cameron received an unexpected holiday. Mrs. Davis, the invalid wife of the owner of the Eagle Pharmacy, died, and the store was closed. Willy had seen Edith for only a few moments that morning, but it was understood then that the marriage would take place either that day or the next. He had been physically so weary the night before that he had. slept, but the morning found him with a heaviness of spirit that he could not throw off. The exaltation of the night before was gone, and all that remained was a dogged sense of duty to be done. Although he smiled at Edith, his face remained with her all through the morning. ‘“I’ll make it up to him,’ she ‘thought humbly. ‘I'll make it up to him somehow.” Then, with Ellen out doing her morning marketing, she heard the feeble thump of a cane overhead which was her mother’s signal. She was determined not to see her mother again until she could say that she was married, but the thumping continued and was followed by the crash of a broken glass. ’ “She’s trying to get up,’’ Edith thought, panicky. “If she gets up it will kill her.” | She stood at the foot of the stairs, scarcely breathing, and listened, -There was a dreadful silence above. She stole up, finally, to where she could see her mother. She was still in her bed, but she was lying with open eyes, unmoving. ““Mother,”’ she called, and ran in. ‘‘ Mother.” Mrs. Boyd glanced at her. ‘I thought that glass would bring you,” she said curtly but with difficulty. “‘I want you to stand over there and let me look at you.” Edith dropped on her knees beside the bed and caught her mother’s hand. ‘Don’t! Don’t talk like that, mother,” she begged. ‘“‘I know what you mean. It’s all, right, mother. Honestly it is. I—I’m married, mother.” — “You wouldn’t lie to me, Edith?” “No. I’m telling you. I’ve been married a long time. You—don’t you worry, mother. It’s all right.” a THE BURNING BOUGHS By Alfred Noyes away. “I am the lamp in the tomb; . Hi The little gold acorn alive in the drifts of decay; iI The heart in the crumbling bloom; | The hope that abides when the petals are winnowed The roses of life, at a breath, There was a sudden light in the sick woman’s eyes eager light that flared up and died away again. ‘“‘Who to?” she asked. “If it’s some corner loafer, Edie Edith had gained new courage and new facility. Anythin was right that grove the tortured look from her mother’s eyes. “ You can ask him when he comes home this evening,” “Edie! Not Willy?” ‘ “You've guessed it,” said Edith and, burying her face jn the bed clothing, said a little prayer to be forgiven for the lie and for all that she had done. There are lics and lies. Now and then the Great Recorder must put one on the credit side of the balance, one that has saved intolerable suffering or has made well and happy a sick soul. Mrs. Boyd lay back and closed her eyes. “I haven't been so tickled since the day you were born,” she said. She put out a thin hand and laid it on the girl’s bowed head. When Edith moved, a little later, her mother was asleep with a new look of peace on her face. ¢ WAS necessary before Ellen saw her mother to tell her what she had done. She shrank from doing it. It was one thing for Willy to have done it, to have told her the plan: but Edith was secretly afraid of Ellen. : And Ellen’s reception of the news justified her fears. ‘And you'd take him that way!” she said scornfully. ‘ Yoy’q hide behind him, besides spoiling his life for him! It sounds like him to offer, and it’s like you to accept.” “It’s to save mother,” said Edith humbly. “It’s to save yourself. You can’t fool me. And if you think I’m going to sit by and let him do it, you can think again,”’ “It's as good as done,” Edith flashed. “I’ve told mother,” “That you're going to be, or that you are?”’ “That we are married.” “All right,’’ Ellen said triumphantly. ‘She’s quiet and peaceful now, isn’t she? You don’t have to get marric | now, do you? You take my advice, and let it go at that.” It was then that Edith realized what she had done. He would still marry her, of cougse, but behind all his anxiety to save her had Beon the real actuating motive of his desire to relieve her mother’s mind; That was done now. Then, could shejlet him sacrifice himself for her? She could, She could and she would. She set her small mouth firmly and confronted the future; with- out him she saw herself, lacking strength to support her, going down and down. The very ’ instinct. of self- reservation cried out in her to hold to him. \ X JHEN Willy Cameron left the pharmacy that day it was almost noon. Hewent tothe | house of mourning first and found Mr. Davis in a chair ina closed room, a tired | little man in a new | black necktie around a not overclean col- iM) lar, his occupation of years gone, confront- ing a new and terrible leisure that he did not know how to use. they were drawing on their reserves or being financed from the outside. HORTLY before the mayoralty election trouble broke out in the western end of the state, and in the north, in the steel towns. There were ugly riotings, bombs were sent through the mails, the old tactics of night shootings and destruction of property began. In the threatening chaos Baxter and Friend- ship, and the city near by, stood out by con- trast for their very orderliness. The state constabulary re- mained in diminished numbers, a still mag- nificent body of men, but far too few for any real emergency, and the Federal agents, suspicious but puzzled, were removed to more turbulent fields. The men constitut- ing the Vigilance Committee began to feel a sense of futility, almost of absurdity. They had armed and enrolled themselves— against what? The growth of the organi- zation slowed down, but it already num- bered thousands of members. Only its leaders retained their faith in its ultimate necessity, and they owed perhaps more than they realized to Willy Cameron’s own conviction. It was owing to him that the city was divided into a series of zones, so that notification of an emergency could be See, stained with a golden tan, Like a smooth-skinned, sun-kissed pear, The boy-god shines thro’ the shadows. O little god Pan, What song are you piping there? The wild grape purples the glen, But the lovers that followed the lilt of his pipes are fled. Are they lost in the cities of men? Does he call through the soft blue tendrils now to the dead? Does he summon the Oread throng? Or, leashed and lashed with the vine, Do the panthers of Bacchus approach to the pulse of his song; And the white feet, splashed with wine? “I sing of immortal joy,” The warbling pipes of the young god cried like a bird, “The laughter of girl and boy, And all the kisses and whispers that once I heard; For the oak may darken and turn To a smoldering crimson pyre; And the golden birch in her own bright tresses may burn; But I sing of the world’s desire. “Though the wild grape shrivel and fall Under boughs that are flaring like funeral torches here, My joy shall outlive them all, As the bare bright seed that endures till the youth of the year. As I sang when the world began, I shall sing when the world grows old; For I am the fruit and the berry, the little god Pan, The green leaf under the gold. Break; and your memories wane; But I am the magic insurgent! Through darkness and death I shall lead you to April again.” The sumach burns in the brake. The hills are a furnace of color and mellowing light Where junipers flame and flake, And the blueberry dreams like a faint blue smoke on the height. The pine cones fall below On the sweet, red-needled earth; But wilder and sweeter the pipes of the child- god blow In a song of the world’s rebirth: “When the Phoenix fires her nest I sing as the rose-red feathers consume and change, And the rainbow plumes of her breast Kindle with beauty and shine transfigured and strange; And the world and your heart’s desire And the spice of a thousand springs Awake with the bird reborn from the heart of the fire, And mount on her radiant wings!” It is all October now; But he sings of a mellower harvest than any of ours. He laughs at the burning bough And pipes till the perishing leaves grow brighter an flowers. While the pomp of the world goes by, As age upon age it has gone, Though the sun-swarms perish like leaves on the boughs of the sky, The youth of the world sings on. “You know how it is, Willy,’’ he said, blinking his reddened eyelids. “ You kind of wish sometimes that you had somebody to help you bear your burden, and then it’s taken away, but you're kind of bent over and used to it. And you'd give your neck and all to have it back.” Willy Cameron pondered that on his way up the street. There was one great longing in him— to see Lily again. In a few hours now he would have taken a wife’ and, whatever travesty of marriage resulted, he would have to keep away from Lily. He meant to play square with Edith. He wondered if it would hurt Lily to see him, remin her of things she must be trying to forget. He decided in the end that it would hurt her, so he did not go. But he walked—on his way to see Pink Denslow at the tem- porary bank in re sponse to a message from him—through 4 corner of the paf near the house and took a sort of iorma and heartbreaking farewell of her. Time had been when life had seemed ona long, long trai!, wil Lily at the end of it somewhere, like water to the thirsty traveler or home to the wat derer. But now, life seemed to him a broa highway, infinitely CONTINUED ON PAGE 166

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By Louise Kennedy Mabie ILLUSTRATIONS BY CLARK FAY nounced Mrs. Broderick across the breakfast table, “that I cannot make out whether the stepniece who lives with them is ‘demobilized’ or ‘demented.’”’ Mrs. Broderick stirred her coffee slowly, eyes upon the letter in her firm left hand. “Union Tractors,” murmured Mr. Broderick, deep in his newspaper. “*Djull to look at,’”’ continued Mrs. Broderick, reading from the letter, ‘‘‘and at a dance as dumb as a fish.’”’ “‘Th’ other day in ‘The Silent Bride,’”’ contributed Rupert hopefully as he accepted warfiies, ‘‘the blonde was dumb from her cradle until they rolled her off the cliff into his arms and then she said, ‘My husband, the power of speech has de- scended with me! You are stung on your ‘‘silent bride.” I can talk.’” ““*Tyull,’ ‘dumb’—oh, George, the third word after all is ‘democratic,’’’ continued Mrs. Broderick. ‘‘‘Socially a failure, hates the men of Anne’s set, makes no effort and loses the most expensive things!’ She lost a fur cape Jim Markham gave her at Christmas. She lost a wrist watch. She lost a new hat the other day and came home bareheaded in the rain ‘with the inadequate explanation that it had blown away.’ George, are you listening? Anne’s letter is almost shrill.”’ ‘“‘As a stepaunt,” said Mr. Broderick, also accepting waffles, ‘‘Anne Markham’s batting average might land her on the scrub team from Hickville, and then again it might not.” “George, how can you, with Rupert’s English report already a disgrace,’”’ said Mrs. Broderick absently. ‘‘ Anne mentions our Ivy. ‘When I think of the marriage your pretty, silly little Ivy so easily made—five millions and doesn’t even smoke—I dare to think of asking you to take on Annette for the time we are to be in Japan. But even you would fail, my dear’’’—here Mrs. Broderick paused effec- tively and glanced across at her husband—‘“‘‘even you, my dear Daisy, would find Annette impossible. Your usual methods would shatter themselves upon her shyness, her blunderings, her unresponse, for in Annette the necessary spark is lacking.’”’ “‘Poor homeless kid,’’ said Mr. Broderick, accepting sirup. “Th’ other day in‘ The Brain Storm,’”’ volunteered Rupert, hopefully waiting for waffles, ‘‘the guy with the bad eye took the poor homeless kid to his shack just outa the true kind- ness of his heart, an’ in her hair ribbon, sewed up, he found the di’monds.” Ae MARKHAM'S writing is so characteristic,” an- OLDING the letter neatly away into its envelope, Mrs. Broderick sat for a moment of silence. Glancing across at her husband, she met his eyes. “For months,” at length said Mrs. Broderick thought- fully, ‘‘I have avoided Ivy’s empty room.”’ A pause, during which Mr. Broderick waited. ‘‘ Miss Floyd spoke only yes- terday of missing Ivy’s ragtime,’’ continued Mrs. Brod- erick. Another pause, which Mr. Broderick knew enough not to break. ‘“‘George,’’ said his wife, rising suddenly, coming around the table, dropping a firm hand upon his shoulder, “it won’t be Ivy back from Honolulu, but what shall I say in the telegram?” Quick decision, backed by judgment, had made Mr. Broderick. ‘Pack all hair ribbons,’ said he, “‘and take first train.” It was Miss Floyd, Mrs. Broderick’s secretary, who sent the telegram. Miss Floyd, besides being thin and pale, wore eyeglasses at her work and walked with a slight limp; but none of these handicaps prevented her from being a woman of intelligence. Together, she and Mrs. Broderick had accomplished many things—the Bluebird Ball for France, the Milk Fund Charity Féte, the decision to follow colonial instead of Italian for the new women’s clubhouse. This last fact had split the club into halves to its very core; but Mrs. Broderick, as chairman of the building com- mittee— Mrs. Broderick, large and Titian, in a serge frock all line and hand embroidery and a hat all dash restrained by discretion, took the matter to the club in person, held the platform for two hectic hours, met arguments, answered questions, kept her temper as well as everyone's else, at the critical moment spoke feelingly of the Mayflower, of the high courage and ideals which gave us Plymouth Rock and added that, before the balloting, an exhibition of the newest chintzes sent on from New York would be held in the blue dressing room. The chintzes settled it, and Mrs. Broderick drove home in the gray limousine, sitting not only upon her gray upholsteries but on the world. Perhaps it was the exhilaration of the moment which carried her through the first meeting with Annette, for Annette was waiting for Mrs. Broderick in Miss Floyd’s workroom. ISS FLOYD, armed with the information that Annette “lacked the necessary spark” and would be “‘ wearing a black-straw sailor,’’ had found the girl after some difficulty in the baggage room of the O. and G. station. ““My dear child,” said Miss Floyd as she limped toward the black-straw sailor, ‘I have been searching for you all over the place. I am Mrs. Broderick’s secretary.” Annette whirled sharply. Her blue eyes, as she raised them to Miss Floyd’s, were cloudy with concern. The nondescript little face under the black-straw sailor had gone quite pale. “I brought the older wardrobe trunk, the one with the broken lock,”’ said Annette all in a breathless rush. “‘T checked it very carefully myself and sent it on ahead. Here is my receipt. I have not lost it. But the man tells me the trunk is not here.” “Give it time,” suggested Miss Floyd, eyes on the girl’s distress. ‘It has probably gone junketing on to Chicago. Almost everything does.” Miss Floyd's first impression of Annette was not to be effaced until long afterward, for the distress did not lighten, the blue eyes remained clouded, the nondescript little mouth did not smile. “But will you please make it quite clear to Mrs. Broderick,” persisted Annette, ‘that I have not lost the trunk on—on purpose? I—I am so very anxious,” she added haltingly, “not to start wrong.” It was Miss Floyd’s gift to penetrate surfaces, her habit to be plain-spoken. ‘My dear child,’ she said kindly, “ Mrs. Broderick would not care if you took your trunk out into the back yard and burned it, provided you disposed of the ashes neatly afterward. Mrs. Broderick is a stickler for one thing only: you must be on time.” Annette brightened. ‘I am always on time,’’ she said breathlessly; “but I do lose things,” she added, clouding again. Miss Floyd dropped a hand on her arm. Miss Floyd was a college graduate, but occasionally she forgot it. “You — worry. So does Mrs. Broderick,” confided Miss oyd. Arrived at the secretary’s workroom, which, since Ivy's marriage, had come to be more than ever the meeting place ’ of the household, Miss Floyd took in Annette very carefully after the black-straw sailor had been removed. Ostensibly Miss Floyd was working at her desk. Ostensibly Annette was perched on the window seat, looking gut at the sleeping blue garden. But Miss Floyd was actually seeing the pano- rama of a girl’s life and Annette was actually dreading Mrs. Broderick. When the gray limousine turned in at the driveway Annette stood up, her hands clasped tightly together. “Tf I fail here I will not go with them to Japan,”’ said Annette. “T will not go and meet all the stuffy people and eat all the stuffy dinners. I will run away and get a job first.” Miss Floyd polished her eyeglasses in the little hush which followed. And then Mrs. Broderick came in. It was unfortunate that there should have been a footstool beside the window seat and that Annette should have stum- bled across it as she hurried forward. It was a pity that the nondescript little face should have been so drained of color. Miss Floyd, watching the mecting, had her quiet mis- givings, for Annette at the moment was quite dull to look at and almost entirely dumb. Miss Floyd, making tea busily, listening to Mrs. Broderick’s smooth voice and well-chosen, clipped sentences, divined that Mrs. Broderick was dismayed even before Annette, jumping up to antici- pate Mrs. Broderick’s wish for biscuits, dropped her teacup, which broke, stood fora moment in inarticulate misery and then bolted blindly from the room. For a long moment Mrs. Broderick looked at Miss Floyd and Miss Floyd looked back at Mrs. Broderick. ‘Quite hopeless,’”’ said Mrs. Broderick at length. ‘‘We shall have to send her back. Naturally clumsy.” ' “Not at all,”’ said Miss Floyd surprisingly. ‘‘Sheer panic added to too much sensitive feeling.” = “ much sensitive feeling,’”’ echoed Mrs. Broderick in astonishment, “when ‘the necessary spark’ is lacking? “The spark is so far from being lacking,” said Miss Floyd, “that a moment or so before you came in it—it blazed.” For an instant Mrs. Broderick took this in, for she had every confidence in her secretary’s judgment. ‘Certainly dull to look at,” said she presently. ; “Simply a matter of clothes and hairdressing,” said Miss Floyd. “Picture even Ivy in that plaid silk shirt waist ! And I noticed,” she added quietly, ‘‘as she sat in the window seat watching for you that one of her shoes was quite broken through in the sole.” ° Mrs. Broderick sat up straight. ‘“Broken-soled shoes! she said incredulously. ‘‘Why, Anne Markham is rich is “Not both shoes,” amended Miss Floyd dryly. ‘* Just one. The other looked as if it might last nicely for a time. And her trunk has gone astray,” she continued evenly. “It was the older wardrobe trunk, the one with the broken lock. ‘““My dear Miss Floyd,” said Mrs. Broderick, ‘‘it is MY growing belief that as a stepaunt my old friend, Anne Markhan,, is an ogre.”’ Miss Floyd, knowing Mrs. Broderick, polished her eyeglasses. ‘‘ What would you think of drawing it straight back from the forehead—to give that pure look, you know—and puffing it out more on the sides?” aske Mrs. Broderick presently. Miss Floyd, knowing Mrs. Broderick, nodded. “What would you think of straight-line little velvet dresses in queer blues and dull greens,” continued. Mrs. Broderick, sitting forward in her chair, “and wide, simple, shadowy hats?” Miss she's st “Of N Dt Tiock, as any | poundil proved friendli the firs its cont It wi lacked | the sec! hands. “Wh Mrs. B Any gH one can and loy been tl flung U adores dropp!t and on! Miss other d about ¢ fortabl discove press a: comfor “Wit nette p guiding triump and th Broder distanc started Floyd, bleakly into a | was do In sk pied M first ste Delafie Symm ences ¢ and M honor | day. The The ho The was de The swept ; women and siz groups as well famous “Ru shoutec ear, “* manag

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fully sibly ette ping ano- ding way ““ If ette. | the hush stool um- have mis- look tea and rick t ici- cup, and loyd yuite nave anic Ivet Mrs. ple, Miss Floyd glanced up quickly. “Ah,” said she. “Then , _ ‘> 57? she’s staying on . ” . Ps «Of course she’s staying on,’’ said Mrs. Broderick. N DUE time the “older wardrobe trunk with the broken [iock,” which had gone junketing on to Chicago as gayly ; any silly young untraveled trunk might have done, came wounding soberly back again, and Annette, whose shyness roved to be no defense against Mr. Broderick’s expansive friendliness and who got on amazingly with Rupert from the first, appeared with increasing serenity day by day in te ents. es only with Mrs. Broderick herself that Annette lacked the necessary spark. It was only in the seclusion of the secretary's workroom that Mrs. Broderick held up her s. Ma What can Anne Markham be thinking of?” exclaimed Mrs. Broderick. “Any girl would be shy in brown serge. Any girl would be a failure in that black evening rag. But one can’t just give her things, Miss Floyd. She’s prickly— and loyal. When I merely hinted that Anne Markham had heen the most cleverly diplomatic girl at school Annette flung up her head. ‘I adore my aunt,’ she said flatly. She adores Anne Markham! What,” said Mrs. Broderick, dropping unconsciously into the vernacular of her belovéd and only son, ‘‘do you know about that?” Miss Floyd suppressed a smile. “She confided to me the other day that she has a mind above clothes, that she thinks about clothes with only sufficient activity to prefer the com- fortable ones. Couldn't we order some lovely things and discover them some morning under sheets in Ivy’s clothes- press as comfortable things which had belonged to Ivy, too comfortable not to be worn?” “With any other girl flatly ‘no,’ Miss Floyd. With An- nette possibly ‘yes.’ By the way, have you heard my new guiding sentence—adopted from Mr. Broderick since our triumph in securing for the new clubhouse the architecture and the architect we wanted? ‘Success,’’’ quoted Mrs. Broderick in her best platform manner, “‘‘is eliminating the distance between two points—the one from which you started and the one you hope to reach.’ And now, Miss Floyd, about Mr. Delafield: Do you think it would be too bleakly inhospitable to put an authority upon the colonial into a north bedroom which by mistake and in my absence was done up in coolest shade of gray?” In short, Annette was not the only problem which occu- pied Mrs. Broderick. For the first day of Mr. Delafield’s first stay with them—the famous architect, Peter Van Ness Delafield, of course, of the New York firm of Stonor, Symmes and Delafield—committee meetings and confer- ences completely swallowed Mrs. Broderick and her guest, and Mrs. Broderick’s afternoon reception to the club in honor of the famous one pretty much occupied the second day. The reception, as a reception, was an immense success. The house was jammed. The heat was suffocating. The clatter of feminine voices was deafening as well as shrill. The guest of honor was besieged, surrounded, almost swept away from Mrs. Broderick’s protecting presence by women—dowagers, débutantes, matrons of all ages, shapes and sizes, singly, in mass formations, in couples and in groups, waylaid and nearly did for Mr. Delafield, for it may as well be admitted at once that Mr. Delafield, for one so famous, was amazingly young and sufficiently attractive. “Run up to my secretary’s workroom for ten minutes,” shouted Mrs. Broderick confidentially into the famous one’s ear. ‘It will be deserted. Smoke. Breathe. Relax. I'll manage alone.”’ What Mr. Delafield wished to do was to lay his head upon Mrs. Broderick’s shoulder and murmur: “Bless you, old top.” What Mr. Delafield did was to negative in dumb show, “Too kind. Couldn’t think of deserting the ship,’’ before he was eventually persuaded by Mrs. Broderick’s energy to go. & was with a falling heart that, arrived in the secretary's workroom, he perceived that it was not deserted. A girl whose shining hair waved back from a pure little face and was puffed out over her ears was stirring a saucepan of cocoa over Miss Floyd's tiny electric stove. An apron, sprigged with pink roses, only partly con- cealed the girl’s straight, dull blue velvet frock. Hovering over a plate of sandwiches hung a boy. Delafield’s glance, passing swiftly from the girl and back again, judged him to be in the neighborhood of thirteen’ and negligible. Both these persons turned sharply at Delafield’s abrupt entrance and stared for a moment of silence. Then the boy came forward. ““Er—I’m Rupert,” he said, holding out a tentative hand. “And that’s Annette,” he added casually with a backward nod. “I guess you haven’t seen either of us before.” “No,” said Delafield, taking the tentative hand. “And I’m rather wondering why,” he added. ““Oh, we hate an empty society life,” said Pupert easily. “When we heard there was a howling swell coming to stay— that is—er—mother let us off—er’’—here Rupert wavered and then continued—‘‘when there’s anything really un- pleasant on, Annette and I—we—we fade.” “Are you preparing to fade now?”’ asked Delafield. “Early show,” nodded Rupert. ‘‘The Storm Signal,’ Myrtie Byng jumps from an aéroplane. Have a sandwich?” “Thanks. Delighted,’’ said Delafield, coming forward. “But I fail to find more than two cups.” Annette and Rupert transferred their stare from Delafield to the tea table. They also failed to find more than two cups. Blankly Annette and Rupert turned to each other. “Gee!” said Rupert. ‘Well, I'll cut down and snitch another off Miss Floyd. But don’t you two begin on the sandwiches,” i! THE brief interval of Rupert’s absence Delafield care- fully tested the cocoa with a long-handled wooden spoon. After Rupert’s exit there fell a silence. “What, in your opinion,’’ asked Delafield at length, stir- ring cautiously, ‘is the best kind of a clubhouse roof?’’ In spite of himself he glanced up at Annette in the little pause which followed. “Why, I haven’t thought much about clubhouse roofs,” said Annette seriously, shyly; ‘‘but shouldn’t you think— one that doesn’t leak?” Delafield,. testing the cocoa, sighed gently. ‘‘Do you go into a frenzy and wish.to tear out your hair—your—er— very pretty hair—every time you see an Italian house in America ?”’ “TI complained to the board of health at home,” said Annette seriously, flushing a little, “about an Italian house—nine in two rooms besides the boarders.” Delafield, glancing up from the cocoa, took in Annette carefully and in detail fora moment. ‘‘Ah,’’ said Delafield, “there are at least three thousand and fifty-nine variations of the ordinary colonial living room. I am going to ask you to give me briefly—for the saucepan seems about to bubble—what things above all others you demand in a living room.” “Sunshine,” said Annette, ‘‘and a fireplace. Look out! Let me lift it off. The handle gets hot. You’ll burn yourself.” Dowagers, Débutantes, Matrons of All Ages, Shapes and Sizes, Singly, in Mass Formations, in Couples and in Groups “‘Nonsense,’’ said Delafield sharply. “What do you think I am—a dub?” It will be discerned at this point that Delafield had be- come quite tired of the usual admiring feminine chorus. In short, the reception had badly bored him, but with his entrance into the secretary’s workroom he had ceased to be bored. Something intangible in the atmosphere of the secretary’s workroom, something pleasantly homelike and human in the comradeship of the two it contained, proved to be new and rather refreshing to him. The sandwiches were extraor- dinarily good. The cocoa soothed. But it was not until Annette discovered the loss of her purse that Delafield really roused himself, for then Annette’s color faded, her blue eyes became black with concern. “Rupert, it was in the top drawer here,’’ said Annette in distress. ‘‘I put it there myself. Rupert, I did not lose it! I did not! It has been taken away.” “Great Cicero!’’ said Rupert in extreme disgust. “If that isn’t just like a girl! Now we can't go.”’ “Why?” put in Delafield. “On the twenty-eighth of the month,” demanded Rupert, throwing out his hands, ‘when I’ve been cleaned out since the fifth? Annette had a dollar and sixty-three cents in that purse. Good night, nurse!” Sinking down upon a chair, Rupert gloomed in silence. NNETTE, after a hopeless little search beneath the desk, behind the cushions of the window seat and in the pockets of the rose-sprigged apron, sank down upon an opposite chair. “Rupert,” she said, “when I think of how much you wanted to see Myrtie Byng jump from that aéroplane ——” Here Annette’s voice quivered and she stopped. “‘Aw, cut it out,’”” murmured Rupert. “T got twenty-five dollars for my wrist watch when I l-lost it,’’ continued Annette. ‘And ninety for my fur cape when [ |-lost that. But I’ve nothing of my own here worth losing, and I can't lose Ivy’s things, Rupert.” “That’s right. Rub it in,’’ said Rupert bitterly. “Very well. I. am going down to Mrs. Broderick and simply explain that we need money,” said Annette, rising suddenly. But Rupert rose as suddenly in her path. “Explain to mother !”’ ejaculated Rupert. ‘‘To mother—in the middle of her party—that we’ve dodged? Over my dead body,”’ said Rupert. In short, feeling ran high over what seemed to the casual eye a small matter. Both these persons ignored Delafield. It was apparent that in their extreme concern they thought of him no more than they did of Mars. And somehow,*intangibly, it was refreshing to him to be so ignored, forgotten. It was new. “How much does one go in the hole?”’ asked Delafield, smoking before the fireplace. “Thirty cents,’’ said Rupert, whirling. ‘‘A dollar’d do it for the three of us,’’ he added anxiously. Reaching into a pocket, Delafield produced a dollar bill and held it up between a thumb and forefinger. “Great Cicero!’ breathed Rupert in a hushed voice, Then his face fell. ‘But we couldn’t just t-take it, you know, old chap. Ivisn’t done. Of course it would make it all right if—if you went along. But you couldn't go along.” “Why not?” inquired Delafield. “Mother—the party,” said Rupert, still in the hushed voice but with his eyes shining. “It would simply lie right down and die on her hands.” CONTINUED ON PAGE 192

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By William Harper Dean ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRANK E. SCHOONOVER ARYSTOWN differed but little from sev- eral thousand towns of like size and similar location. Therefore it is known to many who never have seen it, but who would feel perfectly at home the first time they en- tered within its corporate bounds. Such a visitor would look for the hollow square in Marystown flanked by business houses, i: its center pushing up a stock monument | =] to heroes “‘of all wars,”’ at the base of which the teams quench their thirst from an iron watering trough. And he would find these things. Also he would expect to find, and not err, some three or four elm-arched, unpaved streets of private homes, and an ivy-grown church with sunken, ivy-mantled graveyard. There were two hotels in Marystown, one “The Ex- change,” facing the “square” and sheltering and feeding such transients as, if they could manage to complete their business in Marystown between trains in a day, never elected to pass the night under its roof. For the city was a scant two hours away, and transients such as gave “The Exchange” excuse for existence were not of the kind that preferred the unlighted, placid streets of Marystown to the incandescing pavements of the city. The other hotel was ‘‘The Shadows.’’ Time was when that oversize, brown-frame hostelry with its four square turrets kept an open register, when transients of the kind that now hastened in and out of ‘The Exchange” would detour and delay—or speed up their itineraries and head straight for Marystown—for the paramount attractions which “The Shadows”’ offered week-end guests. Then there had been meals unexcelled in the state and a comfort and peace under that roof which come only of a management operating solely by creeds of deep integrity of purpose, a management the well-being of whose patrons was the prime consideration, never mind the cash balance on the books. But although Marystown had not changed, ‘“‘ The Shad- ows” had. In one brief season its air of generous warmth and comfort had chilled. There had come a swift auditing of its accounts, an innovation in the form of ‘efficiency management ’’—and quite suddenly ‘‘The Shadows’’ was shunned. For nearly a score of years now it had stood back in the heavy grove of ancient oaks, inhabited by a class which was a thing apart from Marystown, people who never seemed to fuse into the personality of the little town and who, to all intents and purposes, never would. Most of the rooms in ‘“‘ The Shadows”’ were filled now, and had been for years. But not with transients. There was not a single married couple in it. There were no children. The racing patter of little feet or peals of child-laughter would have thrown consternation into ‘The Shadows”’ from musty basement dining room to the old square turrets scraped and banged by the swaying oak limbs. ‘“‘The Shadows”’ shel- tered men and women whose hair was gray—when it was not dyed—and whose lives seemed to reflect equally gray pasts if not perspectives. Some of these permanent guests were from Marystown, more from elsewhere. But nobody, save those in “The Shadows,” cared whence its tenants came nor whither they might go. They did not fit in anywhere save among them- selves. An unwritten code of honor forbade the most casual inquiries among the inmates as to the personal affairs of the others, affairs past, present or future. Consequently specu- lation ran rife, estimates were exaggerated and perhaps no small injustices done one to the other—yet in silence. VERY morning everybody came to breakfast on time— and to lunch and to dinner. Every day every inmate scrutinized his napkin, ready to offer violent protest if there appeared the slightest doubt as to its identity. Every day every inmate scrutinized every other inmate ie some slight deviation in accustomed dress or demeanor. And every afternoon a line of prim, gray-haired ladies sat rocking in a row on one side of the long front porch, the men on the other. They said little, merely rocked and gazed at the oaks in the grove. Dut whenever they conversed it was in terms of their mutual grievances, Mrs. Sales, who styled herself hostess of ‘‘The Shadows,”’ Pag had a known past—thoroughly unromantic, however. vm ~ her husband had operated “The Shadows” under Sale’ Uhis lease with all its encumbrances had been Mrs. pcm entire legacy. Her husband's life, too, had been unro- = pag the life of a bank night watchman in Marystown bibs deo ; mpey of romance as it was of justification, Only on Sagar ei iad the widow Sales thrown the first segment of a cing “ his memory. This developed when old Zachary for twer i had occupied the same room in ‘The Shadows” thes yenty years and who swore more fervently each year pa ag would not spend another there, incautiously re- aaa day in the hearing of the widow that in life Tom “Me was “a faithful watchman.” hag — even then had gone in for heavily painted eye- Fg Charcoaled lashes, jet necklaces and a ghostly pow- Sipe wr be Watchman, Mr. Howe?” she repeated, lifting a distin a ee real ones; when she did this there was capa t line of separation between these and those of her i ’Mposition. _ Was just remarking,”’ said Zachary, subconsciously M, d, ‘that as a watchman ‘ Sithert — had coal-black eyes, and she turned them that =» ee on old Zachary. ‘‘ Please remember, Mr. Howe, Wh y . usband in life was official custodian of the vaults.” Sennen Zachary Howe sighed, bowed respectfully and dstete red: “‘So be it, madam,” and returned to his habiiua! € of silence, an embittered, resentful silence which “But They Won’t Find the Papers, For I Want to Intrust Them to Your Keeping” characterized him as essentially as his habitual faultless dress, which, however, on rudely close scrutiny might reveal the telltale sheen that came of frequent sojourns at the cleaning and pressing shop. Zachary Howe's hair was white and thin, but always well trimmed and parted in the middle with mathematical pre- cision. His face was clean shaven; this revealed the extreme pallor of his skin and the deep lines in it. The fore- head was good enough and the eyes were gray. But the latter bespoke the acrimonious state of mind of their owner as eyes of black or brown somehow never can do. There was a slight stoop to his shoulders and a deliberate slowness in his movements, as though he begrudged the effort involved. If there could be selected one of the two score inhabitants of ‘‘The Shadows” who excelled in fault-finding with Mrs. Sales’ management of that institution, Zachary Howe was the man. For the last two years the decrepit elevator had refused to budge. By this time others merely let their lips curl or their shoulders shrug in mutely expressive contempt of the iniquity, but Zachary Howe continued as outspoken in his protests as though the thing had happened only yester- day. Zachary’s room was the north-tower room, three flights up. He had counted the steps; there were one hun- dred and twenty bare, creaky ones to climb since that day when the elevator had stuck for all time. N WINTER, heat in ‘‘The Shadows” was a rare event. Mrs. Sales insisted on employing a fireman and engineer who was janitor, head waiter and bellboy as well. Once Sam went to sleep at the furnaces, the water ran low and the boilers were heated red-hot. It -required three weeks of labor to replace the, warped plates, three weeks when a record-breaking blizzard swept about the turrets of ‘The Shadows.” Some brought oil stoves to their rooms; Zachary smuggled in an electric stove and burned it nights at a cost to Mrs. Sales of fifteen cents an hour for current. In the day he hid it in his trunk. At night the lights were turned on a full hour after dark and winked out precisely at midnight. Sam had his orders. Zachary hated this as well as he hated the cold, the dead elevator, the food and everything else. Annually he threat- ened to leave. Daily he snarled and complained to Mrs. Sales. “I’m doing my best, Mr. Howe,” she would say, unruffled. ““You know, Mr. Howe, my books show that I’m losing two hundred dollars a month. I can’t do better unless I increase the rents. This certainly will have to be done soon.” That would suffice Zachary for a season. Then the form would be gone through again. But every spring found Zachary living in the north-tower room. PECULATION often had run wild concerning him. Per- haps this was because he did stand out from the rest of the men in his speech and certainly in his attire. Mrs. Crowley, who was square-shouldered, square-jawed and straight- mouthed, though with a head of white hair such as one woui.! paint and glory in the task, had whispered repeatedly, with a cold, calculating gleam in her gray eyes, that Zachary Howe was a gentleman born, that once there had been a great love warming the core of his now toughened heart and that (to the accompaniment of a melting sigh) she was certain it had been the default of the woman and not Zachary which had

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re Ie blasted his life. Hadn’t Mrs. Sales herself seen the faded cabinet photograph of a beautiful girl which Zachary one day incautiously had left out of his trunk? But that’s as far as they got with Zachary. He never left Marystown; nobody remembered the day he ever had. He brooded and scowled and complained and whined and, at times, appeared from his room only at meal hours. And then it happened. The episode of a decade occurred. Even to-day in its warped and distorted revisions and ver- sions, it eclipses every subject for gossip at ‘‘ The Shadows.” A tremendous cloud of mystery still hangs over it all, for nobody knows exactly what did happen save Zachary Howe and a few exotics who came into the scene for a brief season and quickly dropped out again. T BEGAN in the afternoon, when the rockers were rocking and whispering and brooding and staring from the porch into the oak grove. It was timed by the arrival of ‘‘The Exchange” hotel bus, which these many years had met the five-o’clock Limited from the city. Its passing ‘The Shadows” on its way down the dusty street no longer elicited comment from the rockers. Nobody ever got out of that bus this side of ‘“The Exchange,” anyway. But on this epochal evening the bus did stop at the gate which opened to the path leading through the grove. Square-jawed Mrs. Crowley was the first to register mental intelligence of the fact that the bus had stopped. She stiffened in her chair. Then more noticed. “but the elevator is undergoing repairs to-day. I’m afraid we'll have to walk up. If you’ll allow me ——”’ He preceded her with the bag in his hand. Up the bare, creaky flight they climbed. On the next floor Zachary paused for breath. “‘There are sev- eral available rooms just at pres- ent, ma’am,’’ glancing down the bare hallway with the calcimine curl- ing and flaking from the walls. “Any one of them is at your disposal. If I may suggest, number fourteen is perhaps the most desirable; it’s a little larger than the others and overlooks the grove. ““ Would you like to see it first?”’ They stiffened. Zachary Howe saw, ceased to rock, stiffened. Out of that bus climbed a woman with a traveling bag in her hand. She opened the gate and the bus drove on. She came slowly, de- liberately up the path. A tre- mendous silence shut down over the rockers. Two score pairs of eyes were leveled at the woman, incredibly, searchingly. She was rather tall and her figure was splendid. The suit of tailored gray fitted without a trace of a wrinkle. The travel- ing bag was of black patent leather. A small gray turban crowned her head at a modest angle; from under its edges shone suggestions of a wealth of chestnut hair. As she came nearer the rockers noted the blue eyes, velvety skin and the faint glow of color in the cheeks. She must have felt the terrible silence and merciless scrutiny, for she colored more deeply as she mounted the steps and en- tered the hall of “‘ The Shadows.” She must have heard the squeak- ing and straining of chairs as the two-score rockers turned to follow her with their eyes. Zachary Howe was the first to recover a practical sanity. He got up from his rocker and walked in after her. The woman was standing at the office desk looking about for a clerk. Zachary halted beside her and bowed. “I beg your pardon, ma’am,” he said; ‘‘do you wish to register?” The woman looked at him, raised her eyebrows, then smiled. “Why, yes.” Net a day over thirty, thought Zachary. Then aloud: ‘Then I shall try to find Mrs. Sales,” he said. “If you will remain here a moment vy He walked swiftly down the hall and knocked on a door. ““Yes—yes,’”’ called Mrs. Sales testily. It was hardly time for her to have fully recovered from her daily nap. “‘Mrs. Sales,*there is a trans— a lady at the desk. She would like to register.”’ “*A—who?” ““A lady, ma’am. There is nobody about to assign her a room.” There followed a ten-second silence. Then: ‘‘My kingdom! I won’t be presentable for half an hour. Oh, Mr. Howe, won’t He verified it all as svoon ag he came back to the lobby. The desk was surrounded by menand women awaiting their turns to view the autograph in the regis. ter. Instantly every eye was leveled at Zachary. Mrs. Croy. ley’s jaw was set tight. She turned and whispered to the nearest woman. Then they both stared at Zachary as though he, too, were a mysterious personage arrived from the great outside world. V beste wed knew these people individually and collectively, Therefore he understood. And therefore he made no comment. On the other hand he repaired to the kitchen to learn that Sam had disappeared from it an hour ago and that because of this dinner was more than likely to be late, Zachary knew Sam. He de scended into the cellar, found Sam asleep on a pile of excelsior, woke him up and instructed the white-haired Negro to go to num- ber fourteen with dust cloth, towels, soap and fresh water. Then Zachary climbed to his own little room in the north tower. He did not come down again until Sam was out on the porch ringing the tremendous bell for dinner, as though to warn Marys- town in general and transients in particular. And when Zachary entered the basement dining room he created another sensa- tion. He wore a wrinkled dinner coat which gave forth substar- tial evidence of long and close communion with moth balls. Never had ‘The Shadows” seen this happen before. At her table Mrs. Crowley spoke outright, unable longer to whisper: ‘I wish you would look at Zack Howe. Of all the fools, there’s nothing like an old one! I do believe he’s gone crazy asa March hare over that woman. I wouldn’t wonder if he doesnt develop a fever from the excite- ment. Who in the world do you suppose she is, anyhow? I'm sure I. had put it past Zack to make a fool of himself over 4 strange woman, coming to this place unattended and giving n0 account of herself. But fathers above! A body never can tél about some men.” Zachary knew the substance of what she was saying and what you attend to this for me, please! Sam’s in the kitchen, you know, and the cook can’t possibly spare him. I wonder if you would take her baggage up to the second floor. Any of the vacant rooms there, you know. If she does want to register, just get the register out of the safe. The combination’s one-eighteen- thirty, Mr. Howe. I'd appreciate it ever so much.” Zachary walked back to the desk. “In just a moment,” he said apologetically. ‘‘We are a little disorganized at pres- ent. The clerk and bellboys are all out, it seems.” He went behind the desk, worked the combination of the rusty safe and pulled out the mold-greened register. He opened it on the first blank page. On the page opposite, the last transient had registered under date ten years ago. Then Zachary looked about for the pen. The little glass bowl was there, half filled with shot and trash. But there was no pen. The woman was watching him intently. ‘“‘ Never mind.” She took a silver fountain pen from her purse. “I have a pen; thanks.” Zachary opened the book before her. He watched her reg- —" rapid, flowing characters: ‘‘ Miss Anne Turner, New ork, The porch rockers were filing into the lobby. Mrs. Crowley had seen Zachary open the register and had flashed word down the line. With one accord they rose and moved forward to the inspection. Zachary came from behind the desk and picked up the traveling bag. “I’m very sorry, ma’am,” he was saying, Mrs. Crowley Had Seen Zachary Open the Register and Had Flashed Word Down the Line “Oh, any will do,” she replied. He liked to hear her voice; it was very low and soft. He opened number fourteen, pulled up the stained and split shade, pried up the obstinate window and propped it with the half broomstick. Then he looked at the dusty, golden- oak washstand, the once white-enamel bed, now yellow where there was enamel, but more frequently showing crude black iron. He looked into the empty pitcher. A spider had established herself therein. “If you will make the best of things,” he said, ‘‘I will see that fresh water, towels and other equipment are sent up at once. If you will pardon me, I am not connected with this hotel save as a guest. My name is Zachary Howe, Miss Turner. I saw you register, you know.”’ He smiled. HE woman seemed to start; at least Zachary thought she did. Then she held out her hand. ‘ Awfully glad to know you, Mr. Howe,” she exclaimed. Then Zachary was sure she was a bit upset. He shook her hand gently and went out. ‘‘ This accursed place!” he hissed through his teeth as he went back to the lobby. His cheeks were aflame. Zachary Howe no less than the female transient had quick- ened the humdrum pulses of the inmates of ‘‘ The Shadows” and their tongues as well. Zachary had anticipated this. the others were thinking. But tt didn’t worry him in the least. He went to his own little table in the corner and starte: slightly to discover that Sam had set that table for two. In al! these years nobody except Zachary Howe had eaivn there. T THIS moment the strange woman entered t!:e dining room. Old Sam in his white coat shuffled ener zetically and importantly ahead of her and pulled out the ch «ir opp” site Zachary’s. Now she wore a white flannel skirt, « creamy waist. There was a wealth of chestnut hair that }ad beet concealed by the turban! And no question about it, she was extremely pretty. She bowed and smiled, Zachary bowed and smiled. He remained standing until she was seated. Then he : it dow? Whereupon the whispering about them increase! to the proportions of a morning breeze. , “Did they make everything comfortable for you, 114 a" Miss Turner?” said Zachary as Sam began to de;osit the thick white crockery before them. “How’ll you hev’ yo’ aig?”’ recited Sam. " She glanced up at him. “I don’t believe I care {vr ay: “‘Tea—coffee—milk?”’ “ Coffee, please.’”’ “Whiterblack?”’ “Black if you please.” : Sam departed. She smiled queerly at Zack. “Oh, © I’m quite comfortable, thank you.” hotel ¢ fallen | She cheeks “Ha Zacl “Ves, “Ts times. broke | rarity Of cou know. Zack put up she wa “ Yo “7 r fallen i She rut, if “not | believe Zack eyes, | TW She heavie! momet Ther marche fully s all righ

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| as he The en and rns to regis. 7 Was Crow- . She to the y both igh he, sonage outside people tively, And nment, ‘ired to am had yur ago dinner € late, te de- found celsior, ted the O num- cloth, water. his own wer, 1 again e porch bell for Marys: ients in fachary dining " sensa- | dinner ubstan- d close | balls. s’”’ seen “rowley nger to ild look e fools, Id one! Izy asa woman. doesn't excite- do you vy? I’m Zack to over a to this ving no fathers ‘an tell bstance id what But it e least. le table slightly In all 1 there. . dining etically ir Oppo creamy id been she was ad, He t down. to the a’am— ysit the a ” r any: yh, yes, ‘*T’m afraid you’ll have to make many allow- ances for the shortcomings of ‘The Shadows,’”’ said Zachary. “It is rather an old hotel and, as you see, inhabited by elderly people. It has fallen into a rut, rather a deep one at that.’ She was looking at him with a candor that made his cheeks feel hot. “Have you been here long, Mr. Howe?”’ Zachary hesitated, but he could not lie to those eyes. “Yes, ma’am, longer ‘than I care to count.’ “T should think it would get awfully monotonous—some- times. If ae were only a few younger people ”” She broke off to glance about the basement. ‘“‘Isn’t it rather a rarity to find elderly men satisfied with elderly companions? Of course, women are different — after they reach an age, you know. But I thought Zachary was thinking. “‘Nobody but a soured one could put up with this,” he said with such unaffected candor that she was taken aback. “You mean ie “T mean that, like this hotel, most of its inmates have fallen into a rut. Do you expect to remain here long?’”’ She laughed musically. ‘‘ Not long enough to get into a rut, if that is what you mean. No,” she added, sobering, “not long. I was told to come here because it is quiet. I believe there is a midnight train to the city, isn’t there?”’ Zachary noted a growing anxiety in her tone and in her eyes. “Yes, ma’am, and one at seven this evening.” T WAS then that Mrs. Sales appeared in the doorway. She was stiff in a white-satin affair, her eyebrows were heavier than usual, her cheeks redder. She stood there a moment, letting her coal-black eyes flit over the room. Then they rested on Zachary’s table and straight to it she marched. ‘Is this Miss Anne Turner?” she inquired, raising her eyebrows. ere.” nee the woman. “Well, 1 am Mrs. Sales. I am hostess of ‘The Shadows.’ So sorry was not at leisure when you arrived, dread- iy ey you know. But | hope you found everything all right Zachary had risen from his seat. “Oh, quite!’’ The woman shot a glance of genuine apprecia- tionat Zachary Howe. It made him color. “This gentleman was good enough to look out for me.” ‘*‘Ah, Mister Howe,” tittered Mrs. Sales. ‘‘ He does have a way with the ladies. But I’m forgetting something impor- tant.”” She held out her hand to the woman, who saw the sealed telegram in the jeweled fingers. She took it. Mrs. Sales waited, her eyes glued to the message. The woman put it beside her plate and looked up. ‘Thank you so much,” she said. Zachary noted the strained anxiety in her tone. Mrs. Sales hesitated, turned and marched out. When she had gone the woman looked at Zachary, resum- ing his seat. ‘‘If you will pardon me,” she said, tearing open the envelope. She read the message. Zachary saw and heard her gasp. The rest of the diners saw it too. Sam appeared with the remainder of the dinner and began to cover the table with the little thick white dishes, Zachary Saw Her Biting Her Lips and Glancing Nervously About the Dining Basement. “I Don’t Believe,’’ She Said Suddenly, ‘I Care for Dinner’’ 8 pos woman’s hand was clenched tightly over the yellow envelope. Zachary saw her biting her lips and glancing nervously about the dining basement. she said suddenly, “‘I care for dinner. me, Mr. Howe.” In amazement mingled with sudden concern, Zachary watched her get up and walk swiftly from the room. When Zachary Howe’s eyes turned again and encountered the array of dishes spread before him, the little ‘‘ bird baths”’ of food portions, there suddenly swept over him a powerful and altogether new aversion to the environment which these dishes typified. He realized then that within the last few hours he had dwelt on an entirely different plane. This woman, so fresh in her faultless grooming, so refined in her candor, had seemed to step into a long vacant niche in Zachary Howe’s life. For she typified the great outside beyond that grove, where dwelt romance, brightness and even adventure, a sphere from which Zachary had exiled himself for many dreary years. Tingling with the vibration of romance, smarting under a dissatisfaction with his own estate wherein romance was so miserably circumscribed by this environment, suddenly and finally Zachary Howe’s spirit had rebelled. He felt out of place; never did those dishes look so crude, nor the excited whisperings of the diners seem so vulgar. “I’m through with this place!’’ muttered Zachary through tightly clenched teeth. ‘‘I’m going to leave!” He pushed back his chair from the array of untouched food, did not fold his napkin. To the accompaniment of a tremendous whispering and craning of necks he walked from the room. But he did not move with the old deliberate slowness. There was a new spring in his step. Straight up the stairs he went to the empty lobby and walked out on the porch. The long row of rockers was ““T don’t believe,” I hope you will excuse empty, the chairs swaying in the evening breeze as though rocked by the spirits of those dining below. The deep grove, splotched now with patterns of gold from the lowering sun, was empty. He turned to reénter the lobby. She was standing in the doorway. Zachary Howe felt his pulse accelerate. His back straightened so suddenly that it caused a sharp, stabbing pain between his shoulder blades. She stood now in the traveling suit, but bareheaded, while softened sun rays played about the chestnut hair. He had found her and quite suddenly realized that he did not know what to say. She saved the situation with unexpected candor. “I’m real glad you are here,”’ she said in a low voice, taking a step nearer him, ‘‘and that we arealone. | want to talk to you.” Zachary’ s face stained a deeper red. ‘‘!’m entirely at your service, ma’am. But privacy here is an elusive thing. Ifyou will walk out with me into the grove a ee she was already descending the porch steps. Zachary followed at her side. In silence they walked beyond range of hearing from ‘‘ The Shadows, "deep into the grove. Zach- ary knew where there was a rusting iron bench with its legs sunk in moss and ivy. He led her there and they sat down, screened from the porch. “I’m afraid I am about to impose upon a short chance acquaintance,”’ she began, with nothing of lightness in her eyes or voice,’ ‘‘ but ——”’ “Madam,” said Zachary, catching his breath, not possibly impose. you require it.” “Thank you; but first I must explain. It would not be fair to accept your offer until you understood the possible consequences. Mr. Howe, I came here to escape detection and I find I have not succeeded.” “You mean ——”’ She drew the folded telegram from her coat pocket and handed it to him. Zachary took it and read: “you could Please consider me at your service, if They have found out and are coming. Leave at once. A. B. Zachary looked up. “T can’t tell you everything,” she said quickly and nerv- ously; “that’s the unfortunate part of it. But the main point is that I have been followed for weeks.” “Followed! By whom?”’ gasped Zachary. *““Men—two of them. And my sex won’t protect me against their plans.” Zachary strove to assimilate this calmly. But adventure, intrigue suddenly had burst upon the scene. And his, words stuck in his throat. She seemed to understand, for she smiled faintly through her deepening anxiety. “It all sounds fearfully melodramatic and trite,” she was saying, ‘but it is true. I am not afraid for myself so much as I am for some whom I am protecting. To make it even more melodramatic and trite, there is a package of papers in my traveling bag that these men are after. - Those papers have to do with a will. I can’t explain why or how I have been chosen to guard them, but I have been. And I do know that these men are determined to have them. If they succeed—well, there are three children who will have to be handed over to charity.” By now Zachary jad retrieved his elusive self-possession. He straightened, his eyes sparkled. He turned to: her. ““Madam, it is unnecessary to explain further. You need not divulge your private affairs. It is enough that you are in difficulties. I only repeat my offer. I am at your service.” She looked at him closely, hesitatingly. Then she placed a hand on his arm. “There is only one thing to be done,” CONTINUED ON PAGE 198 — . “Do You Know Who I Am?” Said the Woman. She Crossed the Room and Came Close to Him

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aes ONS es © ae lv PNAAY eZ. P. 1.) G ~ There are Many Pupil Nurses Willing to Take Advantage of Each Tiny Lapse of Vigilance F COURSE you wil! report the moment there is any change.’’ With these words the physician left me to begin my night’s vigil. The patient who lay before me in this private room of a New York hospital was a young man who had developed tetanus. It is one of the diseases dreaded by every trained nurse, and I was now physi- cally and mentally at a low ebb. I wondered as I sat there what would happen if I should not be able to keep myself awake. So often as I had commenced other nights in the sick room, I had been assailed by the same terror. What would happen— what would happen—and then I met the eyes of the boy on the bed, those captive eyes begging me for deliverance. He was depending upon me, more than upon anyone on earth he was depending on me. Ah, no, I would not go to sleep! And as I watched his face there came back to me the words that have been a battle-cry to me throughout my years of nursing: ‘More love!”’ From the time I was a little girl my mother had kept this one idea before me. You couldn’t do wrong if you loved. You couldn’t be so much hurt by what happened to you if you loved. For love meant seeing somebody else more clearly than you saw yourself—seeing with the mind, of course—and when you did that you forgot about yourself. To enter the soul of each patient of mine, to forget my own weariness in the problems which they presented to me—this has been my salvation. It has kept me up more than coffee and cold baths and the daily walk which I have always tried to take. I entered a training school eight years ago in opposition to my father’s wishes. “A trained nurse!” he had cried. ‘‘I’d rather see you in your grave than in a nurse’s uniform.”’ Others Heard the Same Objections ATHER was old-fashioned, you see. His idea of a daughter was someone who always wore a white pina- fore and asked: ‘‘What is that, papa?’’ You mustn’t fall into mud puddles and soil your pinafore. You mustn’t even know that there were any mud puddles to fall into. If by any chance you suspected some evil contact in the world, there should always be some masculine protector around to assure you that such suspicions were groundless. Perhaps it was this very attitude of his that crystallized my deter- mination to enter a training school. “Why don’t you want me to be a nurse?” I had asked. “Why? Because you get to know too much about the ugly things in life. I don’t want a daughter of mine to have to go through what every trained nurse has to go through. Besides, there are all the temptations és I was one of those uncomfortable young persons who resided exclusively with the higher point of view. This, therefore, was my logical answer: “But other people’s daughters have to be trained nurses. What if Miss Hopkins’ father had said the same thing to her? You know you always say she pulled you through pneumonia last year.” HOM! DOES THE NURSING PROFESSION NEED NURSING? Some Reasons Why More Girls Do Not Enter the Hospital Training School: As Told to Corinne Lowe ILLUSTRATIONS BY CORINNE PAULI Father was irritated. He always was when any woman in his household was unreasonable enough to be reasonable. But his anger did not swerve me. I went straight-ahead; and when I got to my training school I found that many of my fellow-probationers had arrived in the face of the very words which my paternal guardian had said to me. Daughters of physicians were the chief exception to this rule. Save for the doctors and a few other professional types, most men seem to gravitate to one club. It is the Society for Preventing My Own Daughter From Being a Nurse. It is, too, a much more effectual or- ganization than you might imagine. If I should be asked right now, in fact, what was one of the main reasons for the shortage of nurses, I should say, fathers. Many a man, who makes affecting speeches before women’s clubs on Florence Nightingale, forgets all about the nobility of the profession when he thinks of the head that he re- members on the pillow of the little pink bassinet donning thestarched whitecap. There are, however, more drastic reasons for the present lack of nursing material. One can’t attribute the short- age either to the tremendous expan- sion of public health nursing. It is true, of course, that the Government is tak- ing thousands of nurses away from private homes. Deeper than this, how- ever, is the fact that there are not so many girls, speaking proportionately, who are taking up the profession to-day as was the case yesterday. Times have changed since that period about twenty years ago when every girl who wanted a career and didn’t have some particular talent rushed off to the training school. Nowadays there are so many avenues open to the girl without special endowment. If she wants to earn her own living, if she feels her soul cramped by the horizons of a small town, she is apt to become a filing-clerk or an insur- ance agent. And certainly her chances for making more money with less work are much greater in these professions than in my own. A Tax Upon Brain and Muscle ERE, indeed, is a vital point in the situation. Nurses’ wages have not gone up in proportion to the high cost of living. To-day after three years in a training school and five years of actual practice I myself receive thirty-five dol- lars a week. It is the usual sum paid to a graduate nurse. Out of this, too, it must be remembered that we must all maintain a room and pay for the laundering of our uniforms. Allowance must be made also for those cases which neces- sitate the provision of some of our own meals and for periods of illness. In other days one had to reckon, furthermore, with weeks of idleness. Now, of course, since the demand for nurses so far exceeds the supply, this is hardly a factor in our calculations. To one thing, however, one must give full consideration. This is the fact that the usual nurse cannot keep up her profession for more than ten or fifteen years. The life levies too great a tax upon brain and muscle. Losing sleep night after night, the solemn contacts with sickness and death, the tremendous sense of responsibility; ah, unless a woman has the endurance of Mary, Queen of Scots—I always think of the flower-faced queen galloping all day and night in that last mad flight from Scotland with only one change of horses—unless she has the unemotional nature of a ticket agent she soon wears out. Only the other day a conversation which I had with a classmate of mine brought out clearly the casualties of our profession. ‘‘And where’s Dot Resley now?” I asked. “Oh, hadn’t you heard? She’s had a complete nervous breakdown and is spending all the money she saved these last five years on a sanitarium.” “And Marie Brown?” “Oh, her fallen arches got so bad she had to stop. She’s companion now to some old rich lady and all she has to do is to sit and listen to her employer wonder how she got that cold.” With such a prospect of incapacity before us, is it any wonder that we all feel we should have more compensation for our good years? Or is it strange that students of the situation are con- stantly employed upon some new theory pressing ; upon the wage problem? — One of these theories | a a 9 is advanced by a friend :; ; of mine, a nurse who has risen to eminence through her connection EC. Paoki “Just an Old Mattress! If it Had Been a Patient, Anybody Could Understand” with national committees of public health service. “Our wages will never be raised,” says she, ‘‘ until we institute the system of paying for our professional education. The free training is responsible for present conditions. Imagine, for instance, the effect upon the engineering profession if each engineer got his education given him.” A number of nurses combat this view on the ground that it would intensify the shortage by discouraging many girls unable to pay for such training. Those who do not support it generally concede the necessity of two different types of nurses, the highly equipped one who spends three years ina training school, and the other who has been taught only the duties incident to the usual sick room. Indeed, in this latter type of nurse, she who has been instructed how to take a temperature, give a bath, change a patient’s position and, above all, to obey implicitly a physician’s orders, many people who do not indorse the theory of paid training see relief in the present situation. Where the Supernurse is Needed hs ~ people argue that the specialized nurse is not needed in the usual case of sickness. A-woman who has had only a few months of training is able to perform satis- factorily the duties assigned to the woman of three years’ training. By introducing the subnurse in the ordinary case, the supernurse would be released for the surgical or otherwise exacting case where the shortage is so acutely felt. Along this line it is interesting to note an experiment now being conducted in Chicago. Here an institution is providing a short course of training to the woman in private life. By this means mother or sister or daughter is being enabled to care for the usual type of illness in her own home. It seems to me an excellent idea: Release a nurse for the service where she is needed. If you wish, however, to find the reason why propor- tionately fewer girls are becoming nurses nowadays, you must seek for it in the training school itself. I. can, in fact, I Haven't a Doubt That They Were # Unknown to the Daughter of do no be large ho ] was ing any the wor twenty consider view col the two And bo’ hardene and fielc up by a dously ; imagina me to er eat set aon what I n gone a s tain exp include, patient's “Tt ce ning as should | all have This s upon th removed other ha these br case of convinci HE | of si: riod and I was ci longed b moment the wind They not so fc six went of those told at feet and able to 1 here, in | ture whi from the of proba more, th their att loyalty t governs 1 date. T the worl girl. TI vious. | they not she had pleted tl servitude Before I wish 1 illustrati ciple on One eve of traini mine wa: tient con hours sh without nurse pa: attracted toed ove: er frien that she there in t was enol reported She was Not ir awaited duties, ” of nurses material. I was sum cove tem ther provides a the Time the Hous

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Jur the ree for ach hat irls ort 3 of ina the tter ea ind, any see ere al nter of io no better than to give a portion of my own experience in a C ° hospital. ae : a on nineteen at this time and I may say without burn- ._. any incense to myself that I was endowed by nature for ee work. I have hinted previously that almost every girl scaaty years ago, who had no especial talent for anything, considered that she had a talent for nursing. No point of view could be more mistaken. Health and imagination are the two indispensable qualifications of a successful nurse. And both of these I had. First of all, I was an athlete, hardened by years of basket ball and tennis and swimming and field hockey. Next, my muscular endurance was backed up by an almost perfect organism. This counted tremen- dousiy; but what counted more was the fact that I had imagination. More love! My mother’s words have helped me to enter the minds of others and that, after all, is the one eat secret of a healing presence. ; : Before going on, let me stop to explain by exam le just what I mean by this last assertion. A patient who had under- gone a severe operation was placed under the care of a cer- tain experienced nurse. The experience of this nurse did not include, however, the simple one of putting herself in the atient’s place. . “It certainly would be terrible,’ she remarked one eve- ning as she was getting her patient ready for bed, “‘if fire should break out in this hospital. Well, the patients would all have to go. We couldn’t save them.” This sunny comment would not have reacted beneficially upon the well. To the neurasthenic girl, only ten days removed from the operating room, it was disastrous. An- other had to be substituted the next day for the author of these breezy little sick-room reflections. It is an extreme case of lack of imagination, yet there are others quite as convincing. The Probation Period Varies HE hospital which I entered required a probation period of six weeks. Institutions vary in the length of this pe- riod and there are many which require a whole three months. | was certainly glad that ‘my own anxiety was not pro- longed beyond forty-two days. As it was, I wondered every moment while I was scrubbing the floors and cleaning the windows whether they were really going to take me. They did take me, but some other probationers were not so fortunate. For example, one woman of twenty- six went through all the hardships of those first six weeks only to be told at the end that she had flat feet and was, therefore, unaccept- able to the powers that be. Right here, in fact, I may point out a fea- ture which turns many a girl away from the nursing field. The period of probation is too long. What is more, the hospitals often show in their attitude to the probationer loyalty to the same tradition which governs that to an accepted candi- date. Thistradition is: Don’t miss the work before you dismiss the girl. The injustice of this is ob- vious. Why, for instance, should they not have told this woman that she had flat feet before she com- pleted those six weeks of wasted servitude? Before leaving this subject, too, I wish to recall another episode illustrating the same thrifty prin- ciple on the part of the hospital: 4 ait One evening during her first year of training a fellow classmate of 0 mine was assigned to watch a pa- a tient come out of ether. For two hours she sat there on her chair without moving. At last another nurse passing the door of the room attracted her attention. She tip- toed over to whisper a few words to her friend. It was only a moment that she spent away from her post there in the hall. But that moment was enough. The floor nurse spied her and reported her to the superintendent of nurses. She was dismissed. Not immediately, however! Ignorant of the fate that aeenet Dee, she spent three months at her accustomed duties. The hospital needed her, you see. They were short of oe and had to hold on to her until they got fresh material. I was paid eight dollars a month at my hospital. This sum covered the cost of my uniforms. As against this sys- tem there is the other which, instead of paying a wage, Provides all uniforms. The latter seems to me more or Time Feeding Upon Delicacies he House in This Hospital satisfactory. Just why it does so is brought out by the following instance: Among those who entered when I did was a girl who had failed to ask the hospital for direc- ent had ronounced HOME JOURNAL Fil tions as to the making of uniforms. The hospital had volunteered none and as a result the garments did not conform to the regulations of the place. “These won't do,” the superintend- immediately. “You will have to get yourself other uniforms before you can enter.” “But I’ve spent my last cent on these,” replied the girl, tears coming to her eyes. Emotions are misspent upon a super- intendent, as I afterward found out. The girl was sent away and immedi- ately afterward went to work in a factory. She would have been able to save enough from her earnings there to buy other equipment; very first experience with the rigidity of hospital regulations had thoroughly disheartened her. floor. Sentiment could not As a probationer I became acquainted with the long hours which were my portion during the three-year course. Our day lasted from seven in the morning until seven at night. Two hours were allotted us for lunch. Two evenings of the week we were permitted to go out, and on Sunday there were four blessed hours of freedom. vacation of three weeks, but from this had to be deducted any time that we lost through illness. The hours that we did not take off were certainly very much on. Particularly was this true of the six weeks of pro- They Had Pictured Themselves Stooping to Touch the Brow of a Handsome Young Man but this There was also a summer The Superintendent Was Unswerved by Any Such Sentimental Appeal even nudge them here. There were several others who left under more distress- ing circumstances. Here is a special case: Among my fellow probationers was a tall, willowy girl with slate- gray eyes and one of those beautiful mother-of-pearl skins, its white slightly shad- owed by gray, its pink more an echo of bloom than a bloom. I noticed that she tired more quickly than the rest of us and, in the evening when we sat down to dinncr, I used to be frightened by the grayness of her pallor. One day several months after our entrance this girl had a hemorrhage. She had developed tuberculosis. The latent bacilli, which never had a chance to become active so long as she was surrounded by the care of her own home, had made rapid headway during these weeks in the hospital. They probably never would have developed under ordi- nary circumstances. And her case is not infrequent. Again and again I have heard of girls going down with tuberculosis while they were in training school. It goes to emphasize what I have said: Nursing should never be undertaken by those who have not abundant health. It was not only the hard work that affected the girl of whom I have spoken. The food provided us nurses in my hospi- tal was not sufficiently nourishing for a girl of tubercular tendencies. There is a question, indeed, whether it was adequate for even those in perfect health. Nor was our institution any exception to the rule. As against the few hospitals which pro- vide their nurses with a quantity and quality of food necessary to maintain such standards of labor, we find many VN which fail in this respect. } In our own institution the failure was brought into sharper contrast by the differ- ent treatment accorded the physicians. Upstairs the internes used to sit down ata table that might have been prepared for Lucullus or the football squad. Down- stairs we nurses used to grumble over dabs of hash, weak coffee, croquettes of left- overs that reminded one in both appear- ance and temperature of extinct volcanoes. “How I wish I were ’Arriet at home,” said one of the girls at supper on a certain evening. “If I have to eat down- stairs I’d like to do it in some good family.” This girl was wealthy. Her family really had a Harriet and a James, and I haven’t a doubt that they were at the time feeding upon delicacies unknown to the daughter of the house in this hospital. It is a tribute to her pluck that she stuck out the three years of training and did it with more cheerful jokes than we poorer ones could muster, bation. In many institutions to-day it is different. Char- women are employed upon the tasks that engaged us. In my Obedience Comes First institution, however, the probationers scrubbed. We cleaned out the patients’ rooms and the different wards; we mopped up floors and polished windows; we scoured tubs and the copper ‘‘cookers’’ used on rheumatic cases. “ Ay, here’s the rub’; this might have been our version of ‘‘ Hamlet.”’ “Well, if I’d ever had any idea being a trained nurse was like this!’’ exclaimed a pretty little Southern girl one day as we met over our polishing of “coppers.” She did not finish the sentence, but I could easily fill it in. If she had known, she would have stayed down in Virginia and not broken her fifth engage- ment. Asa matter of fact, she and several other girls who entered with me did drop out before the six weeks were done. They were, of course, the kind who had been attracted to nursing because of its romance. They had pictured themselves in glossy white linen stooping to touch the brow of a handsome young man, wounded picturesquely and not offensively. Now they found themselves in blue chambray, stooping to mop the brow of the kitchen FTER the six weeks of probation our duties were more varied and more interesting. Discipline, however, was none the less stringent. Save for those two hours at lunch we were never supposed to sit down. Of course every now and then we defeated the supposition; and never was anything sweeter than those moments when I used to sink down upon a chair in the dietetic kitchen or in some patient’s room. These moments were all the more blissful because I knew that if the superintendent ever heard of my lapses there would be trouble. I shall call our superintendent Miss Yerkes. She was a tall, angular woman with gray eyes that I never saw lighted by one gleam of human understanding. Her years of ex- perience in hospitals had petrified her, and | used to have the feeling that if I reached out and touched her white uniform I should find it frozen stiff to her body. Alas and alack, Miss Yerkes has an echo in many hospitals, and com- paratively few superintendents there are who ni have not been hardened by that glacial stream, mM efficiency. Naturally enough, a training school must be conducted on a basis of military ‘ ah discipline. The very first principle instilled into the nurse is the military one of obedi- i, ence. It must be remembered, too, in the ¥ defense of Miss Yerkes and other superin- tendents of similar character, that there are many pupil nurses willing to take advantage of each tiny lapse of vigilance on the part CONTINUED ON PAGE 158

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By Ruth II—(Continued) OR an instant after young Jimmy Barnes had reached into an inside pocket and drawn out the copy of his manuscript play Eudora’s eyes danced with anticipation; she drew in a quick and expectant breath. But she let it out immediately in a prolonged, groaning sigh, and her eyes grew very stary as she tried to steady them on the portrait of Daniel Post over the mantel. ““T’m beginning all wrong,” she said to her guest. ‘‘You might address me as Professor Post, as a reminder; and I’d like very much to know, before you begin, how the play happened to be written, and why it was rejected.” “Tt wasn’t written; it was exploded, sentence by sentence,” was the reply. ‘I scribbled it mostly on my stomach in the trenches, used a dozen pencil stubs and a thousand dirty scraps of paper. I tore open old envelopes, used the wrappers from newspapers and periodicals, crowded down the margins of advertisements, and begged the can labels from the mess cook.” A smile brushed the corners of his mouth, and then the lips settled down to the old sagging contempt. OU see,” he explained grimly, ‘‘ most of the fellows who got a front seat-o’- war took it out between trenches and at- tacks in writing to their families, while others took it out in swearing and going mad. I didn’t have any of the first, and the second didn’t sound pleasant, so I began by making believe. I used to put my fingers in my ears to shut out the shells and the swearing when I was off duty; then I’d close my eyes and make believe I was go- ing to a show. - I always chose the kind of show I wanted most, the kind we were all sore-eyed and hungry for. Then I got to making up the show. I picked out some good home characters—plain, straight Americans that I thought I’d like to have around. Then I started making a story— just a plain, wholesome, likable yarn with enough punch to get it across, and swept clean of the war, red flags, riots and un- rest. I guess I had in mind a little bit of Arcady, a place all of us just fell shy of in our dreams but scrt of clung to as a promised land in our shell-shocked mo- ments. Then I fixed up the time and the place. I made it summertime in a stretch of unscarred country which was thousands of miles from where we were. I made up an old-fashioned porch, painted white, with green vines clambering every which way, and broad steps leading down to an old-fashioned garden with cedar benches and a sundial, hollyhocks and mignonette, something to smell sweet. Sometimes it got to be so real I could smell it. There was another scent in a patch of woods, just plain, untrammeled woods, with a sprinkling of pine and balsam and white birch, and a path running through it all flecked with sunshine.” He stopped abruptly, and Eudora was almost certain he flushed a deeper crimson than the fire was burning into his cheeks. He shrugged his shoulders in deprecation as he resumed: ‘The dialogue may strike you as a bit high-brow, a little too much English mixed in with poetry and sentiment; but, let me tell you, when a man has stood twenty-seven months of army language, he’s ready to fight for good, clean Anglo- Saxon and honest sentiment. That’s the way a million boys feel about it. It’s what they want to find in the plays they see, the books they read, the sweethearts they come home to and the homes they dream of making some day.” He looked up at Eudora for some comment, but she made none. She was sitting very straight, holding fast to the arm of the mustard-colored chair, and trying her best to hold fast to the unbiased judgment of Daniel Post. Jimmy Barnes unfolded his manuscript and read. OR two hours nothing broke the quiet of the library and the steady, moderately pitched voice of the reader except the sputtering of the fresh hickory logs that Eudora threw from time to time on the fire. To both reader and listener the atmosphere and personal belongings of the late Daniel Post became more and more remote until they had vanished completely behind the far more vivid realities of Jimmy Barnes’ imagination. With the closing lines Eudora found herself coming back to an almost painful consciousness. And the first words of Jimmy Barnes, as he folded the manuscript and put it back into his pocket, shook her like a firm grip on the shoulder: ‘Well, Professor Post, do you reject the play?” Eudora’s eyes blazed. ‘‘ Undoubtedly he would; yes, I’m sure of it; but, thank heaven, I’m not Daniel Post. Ill never pretend it again. Tell me, where did you learn to write?” “‘T was a newspaper man on an inconspicuous little paper back in the Middle West. They made me sort of general- utility hand. When they needed verse and no one else con- tributed any, I wrote it; when they needed an editorial and couldn’t find a suitable one to snitch from another paper, I wrote that; and when a play came to town, I reported it.” Eudora drew in her breath and let it out again, as if the joy had suddenly come back into life, generously multiplied, and this time she made no effort to keep her eyes from dancing. ‘And who did you say rejected the play?”

HOME JOURNAL THE SILVER SIXPENCE Sawyer ILLUSTRATIONS BY JAMES H. CRANK f f “ Jonathan van Wick. That’s why I came up here; he was my mother’s brother. I sort of thought that if he took a fancy to it and felt in any ways grateful to Providence for restoring his one and only nephew, he might loosen up a bit and back the play for me.” Eudora laughed. ‘‘Evidently you don’t know ness ‘ she persisted in such a harum-scatil Jonathan van Wick as well as the university does. | investment, he should be forced,# He’s called the meanest trustee on the board; and executor of her father’s will, to {0 every time they try to raise a professor’s salary or Lg low instructions to the letter all “ea waa! advance an assistant to a full professorship they have to chloroform him. I suppose, when he turned you down, he advised you to put the play in the trash basket ?”’ Jimmy Barnes nodded. ‘And I may yet; a trash basket or a fire is the ultimate end of all rejected plays.” “FUT it isn’t a rejected play any more,” said Eudora. ‘I've accepted it.”’ She leaned forward, and this time it was her hand that was held out to him. ‘‘The experiment’s worked. Shall we shake hands over the bargain?” ‘“‘But I don’t understand?” Being a gentleman, he took Eudora’s hand of course, but he held it awkwardly and looked at it as if it had been a strange, new discovery. “IT don’t understand what you mean,” he repeated. ‘Only managers accept plays, or men with money who want to be theatrical promoters.” ‘But I am quite sure,” persisted Eudora, “that almost anybody could accept a play if she wanted to. There’s no law forbidding it, and I’m quite free to do as I choose, that is, of course, if it doesn’t cost too much. How much money would it take, now, to put on a play, our play?” Jimmy Barnes looked still bewildered, but a warmer, friendlier look was showing at the corners of his mouth, and he laughed at Eudora’s last words. ‘‘Why—I don’t know exactly. The Provincetown Players and the Independent Theater League can put on a big play for a few hundred. I suppose it would cost a few thousand to do it in a large theater and compete with the regular managers—perhaps ten thousand, fifteen at most. Eudora sprang from her chair. ‘And I’ve got twenty,” she announced triumphantly. ‘It’s all in the bank, ready, the minute you are. Does it take very long; and you wouldn’t mind my coming down and helping? You see, I wouldn’t care exactly to invest the money in anything that wouldn't bring in a great, big, human return. I'd want the fun of watching it work out. You wouldn’t mind, would you?” She said it almost wistfully the second time. “Mind! You mean you are willing to invest twenty thousand dollars in this play without any security? How do you know it will succeed? How do you know you'll ever get your money back?” With the Closing Lines Eudora Found Herself Coming Back to an Almost Pain- ful Conscious- “T've got to,” laughed Eudora, “just to prove to fat} that I’m right about human nature.” er Long after Jimmy Barnes had gone to take the New Yo express, Eudora sat on the chair by the fire and went am and over again in her mind the incidents of the day, and th plans they had made between them in those few minutes | i before train time. And then, impulse taking her once — she went over to the desk, took down the receiver from ri telephone and called up the department of law. It took ad an instant to get Elijah MacPherson on the wire. , “Hello, Professor Mac,’’ she called gayly, “‘I thought per haps you might like to know I’ve bought my pig.” : As she was coming home she came to a but the pig would not go over the stile, MARS roared itself out in good ol; traditional fashion and April tained in, and plans failed to materialize with the speed Eudora had hoped. Many letter; came from Jimmy Barnes, letters tha sounded so exactly like him that Eudor, could have closed her eyes and seen hin as he had looked, curled up on the hassog in the library. But, after the manner of the average male writer, he left out quite as much as he told, thereby reducins Eudora to a state of perpetual ondering. He wrote that he had been looking up scenery, that he was in the way of getting some good people in the cast, that he had found out they could lease a theater op a fifty-fifty basis—possibly sixty-forty— if the play went big with the manager that August was the time to open, anj that, if they began rehearsals in July. there would be ample time to try it out, weck on the road and swing into Broad. way in good season. But he did not write what the estimates on the scenery wer whether he had found a good stage man. ager, what a fifty-fifty basis on a theater meant, and if you paid for rehearsals ani where rehearsals were held. HE ADDED the comforting informa. tion that he had taken a temporary place on one of the dailies. The pay wasn‘ particularly large; but he could save enough in the next three months to carry him through until the play was launched, Eudora silently thanked providence for supplying this genius with so much practi cal sense; and she felt more convinced thar ever in the soundness of her investment, She wished, however, that she kney more about producing plays. <A hundrel elusive details tormented her, and ste began to realize that she had _plungel into a something of which she knew not the ABC. The professor emeritus of lav realized it also and never lost an oppor tunity of reminding her of it. He dropped in on the average of every other day, walked at once to the library, and takin his habitual place on the hearth, he use every weapon a man may wisely use with a woman to prove her folly to her. He teased her with good-natured banter he cajoled her; he appealed to he erstwhile good judgment and thet to her own intuitive common sens; and over and over again he repeatel, lest she should forget, the stakes ste was playing for. It was not only the twenty thor sand she was risking, it was th entire legacy of nearly four millio dollars; for Elijah MacPherso made it unmistakably clear that,! Stile: 5 ES ROTA:

turn the fortune over to the uth versity. “ As far as I’m concerned you can turn it over now,” si! Eudora. ‘I don’t want all that money; it’s just a load my imagination; and I do want that play.” Elijah MacPherson groaned. ‘‘ You're the most contra little old woman that ever helped history to repeat itself. | you had only chosen a breed of pig you knew somethil about. There are books, or higher learning, research work,é journalism; there’s even medicine and law; if you had osl gone in for one of these, I would have helped you boost the beast over the stile and given him my best Bokhara prays rug to sleep on forever after. But a theatrical pig!’ spread his hands in a gesture of absolute despair, and ® spair clouded the usually cheery, good-humored face. “Whi my dear, you’ve chosen the riskiest, the trickiest, the més murky of all business gambles.”

‘“AND the most human,’ amended Eudora, slipping be arms around the little man’s neck and clasping her behind his head. ‘Please don’t worry about me, Profe# Mac,” she pleaded. ‘It’s going to turn out all right; ™ it is; and if it doesn’t, and anything happens to that fortt# it doesn’t matter in the least. Having never had it, 1# never miss it. But the play does matter; it matters term™ Don’t you see? I've had books and higher learning all # life until they positively suffocate me. Some day | may@ about them and come back to them again; but for! present I want excitement. I want people, educated®™ uneducated. I want something I have to fight for, thing with big risks and big possibilities. Why, this mim] I feel like a thousand-horse-power dynamo without 25% wire attached. I've got to connect up with something@ “ Elijah MacPherson chuckled in spite of himsel!. .™ I’m thankful for one thing, that your father didn't die sooner and leave you with less age and more horse #® Mind you, I’m not wanting to keep you from life; ™® did your father. You remember what he said in ls he wanted you to have it abundantly, but not with! dregs. You have tumbled into the very first adventure” offered itself; you’re flinging yourself and your money™ long into something you know nothing about; and !t§

because | alluring. But Eu “No, it a whole Ic companie come alor | wouldn offering 1 ou were ou knew tail till y« The litt And I suy left in the home this the orient tail never R al watch¢ Eudora 1 methodic future. S among th: sonal effe: of. She pi notice; a! perfect or: matics. She bou with the s ways show beds, cont unruffled | “'Pears an’ didn’t de bed? 'stablish d words of honey; w! ] reckon t It was another let had done | time to set dentally h apartment better con next day mathemat Eudora’ tion. Only why; only As the port into a sleey and a tinge to twinkle “Good-l to rugs, b adrift I’m bless and k

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i. hecavse YOu know nothing about it that it all looks so he had when she was a little girl, and hurried off.. But he Shall we sit down until the porter makes up your berth?” alluring.” ; turned on a sudden thought and called back a farewell warn- She led the way down the aisle to the one empty section at But Eudora shook her head stolidly. ing: “Don’t ever sign any papers that are not perfectly the end of the car. ork “No, it isn’t that, Professor Mac. I know nothing about _ clear, and, if you should scent a lawsuit, send for me before ver 4 whole lot of things—mines and oil fields, motion-picture it overtakes you. ; R Fc Yoon followed. Sarah Filbert had vanished into her ‘the companies and lumber; and I’m quite sure, if a person had Eudora watched him from her car window as he stood berth before the train had started. There was something left come along with mining stock or lumber tractsin hispocket, bareheaded under one of the station lights and ran his fingers remarkable, something significant in this meeting with a ore | wouldn't have flickered an eyelash. No, this was fate nervously through the shock of white hair. He looked stranger who seemed to belong to that very world into which ‘the offering me something I knew was meant for me. When _ strangely deserted, and to Eudora came suddenly the reali- Eudora was about to be reborn. It didn’t matter in the her ou were young, didn’t you ever fetch up with a pig that zation of what it meant to leave him behind. It was her _ least if the girl were never tosee her again; even if she were you knew was yours? And didn’t you hold fast to his curly one actual regret, for in her heart she knew that he was the never to know anything more about her, it was enough to ser. rail till you'd landed him safe over?” ‘ only person she would miss. There was something poignant _ have been hailed by her once. The litte man chuckled again. ‘“‘I did, bless your heart! in this realization—to be leaving the place where she had Eudora: was suddenly conscious that her fellow traveler And I suppose you will keep on till there isn’t an argument always lived and the people whom she had always known, was scrutinizing her, but it was a kindly scrutiny. She laid jeft in the case. We'll let the court adjourn; and I’m going and to find that nothing of it all counted except the friend- her hand ina friendly way on the girl’s. “I hope you realize, stile home this minute to pull out that prayer rugand petitionall ship of Elijah MacPherson. ; ; ' bis my dear, what a wonderful thing it is to have youth. When the orienta! gods of luck to see that your pig and his curly The engine puffed and jerked itself into motion. Elijah I see any one brimming over with it as you are, I find I can tail never part company. / MacPherson was still standing under the station light as the _ be envious.” old ae c train curved around the bend of the track and disappeared “But you have it too,” said Eudora, “only differently. It ined R al! his misgivings, the professor emeritus of law into the night. Eudora watched him to the last; then she _ is the one thing that makes life possible just now for me. If 1 the watche:| with much secret satisfaction the preparations went back to her section in the car and found the porter and __I had gone on living twenty years more, or even ten, like the tters Eudora nade for leaving. She went about it in a quiet, a fellow traveler evidently awaiting her. : _ Fest I wouldn’t have had the courage, or even the wish, to that methodica! way that promised something at least for the ‘Lemme see your Pullman ticket, please, miss. This find an adventure.” dora future. Sie packed her father’s books and distributed them _lady’s got a ticket for the same berth. Eudora handed hers “So”’—amusement flashed into the eyes of the fellow him among the university libraries that wanted them. All per- over, and the porter scrutinized them both with a growing traveler—“ you are bound on an adventure? It sounds too sock sonal effects she passed on to Elijah MacPherson to dispose disgust. ‘‘Two tickets for the same number! Humph! You deliciously like an old fairy tale to be true. May I ask what er of of. She packed her own things ready to leave at a moment’s _ two ladies will have to sit down in that unmade section till it is going to be an adventure in—or don't you know?” Juite notice; and then she and Sarah Filbert put the house in the conductor comes.” He turned to Eudora’s fellow “Oh, yes; it isn’t begun yet, but I’ve chosen it. It’s a Icing perfect order and she rented it to a new professor of mathe- traveler. ‘‘How’d Rochester come to sell you a ticket on play.” ring matics. this:sleeper, lady? This car’s local.” : “A play!” ig up She bound Sarah Filbert to her and her chosen departure “There was nothing left on the rest of the train, and I had Amusement died out of her eyes, and the woman looked tting with the same blind, unswerving devotion that she had al- to come to-night. They telegraphed ahead and made the at Eudora with something very like pity. She was unmis- > had ways shown; and that person, who had so abhorred strange _ reservation.” ; : takably serious. ; r on beds, contemplated the change with a placid calm and an _ The voice was almost inaudible, but Eudora thrilled at the The girl felt nettled. Why did they all say “play” in that ty unruffled {atalism. timbre. She had never heard a voice like it. There was a same disapproving way? There was Elijah MacPherson gers, “'Pears like we was marked for an uprootin’ sometime; vibrant mellowness to it which was unforgetable, and it first, and now this utter stranger. Apparently both looked , and an’ didn’t I tell yo’ de Lord smitten me once on account of pulled at the girl’s heart impulse as a magnet pulls at a upon her adventure as absurd and foolish. July, de bed? Ise nat’rally.ain’t a-gwine to run no chance to needle. The fellow traveler broke into her wondering. ‘Excuse out a 'stablish de habit.’’ And, unconsciously paraphrasing the me, you said a play, didn’t you? Do you mean you want to road. words of Naomi, she added: ‘“‘Whar yo’ gwine, I gwine, Gre looked at her closer in the dim passageway. She was _ be an actress, that you are going down to find a manager Write honey; whar yo’ sleeps, dat’s de place I make mah bed, and fifty at least, and tired, very tired; but the face was as__ who will put you on in a play?” were | reckon to sleep soun’ an’ sweet.” unforgetably striking as the voice. “Mercy, no!’”’ Eudora felt a little relieved. ‘‘That’s one man. It was May before everything was finished, and then There were more lines in it than one could count, lines at bit of nonsense that I haven’t committed. No. I’m going eater another letter came from Jimmy Barnes. He wrote that he _ the corners of'the eyes, lines about the mouth, a network of down to put on the play.” $ and had done all the preliminary scouting he could do; it was _ lines in the forehead, crossing it from temple to temple; and “Have you ever put one on before?” time to settle down to business and get things started. Inci- yet not a line of them all suggested age or the crabbed, “No. It wouldn’t be exactly an adventure then, would dentally he had looked up half a dozen small furnished misarithropic failings of age. The face was strangely and it? It’s the first play I’ve ever had anything to do with, rma. apartments for herself and Sarah, and he thought she had __ inexplicably young, and under the weariness Eudora could and it’s the first play Jimmy Barnes has ever written. He orary better come down and pick out the one she liked best. The feel a vital personality. knows a little more about it than I do, for he’s been down yasn't next day the house was turned over to the professor of “Of course you must take the lower berth.” The girl was two months looking things over. Besides he’s a newspaper save mathematics. so deep in the strange anomaly of wrinkles and youth that man. But I know absolutely nothing. That is what's going carry Eudora’s leave-taking was uneventful and bare of explana- she was not conscious of speaking. ‘‘I don’t mind in the to make it all the more fun.” iched, tion. Only Elijah MacPherson knew where she was goingand least taking an upper.” For some strange reason the fellow traveler failed to catch ¢ for why; only Elijah MacPherson saw them off at the station. “Divine, soaring youth!” Her fellow traveler looked at Eudora’s enthusiasm; instead, the look of possible pity racti- As the porter took their bags, the little man followed Eudora her and smiled. ‘‘ You are very kind, my dear, and I accept intensified and became one of veritable commiseration. 1 than into a sleeper with a face that was weighted with seriousness your courtesy to age without a protest.” ment, anda tinge of sadness. Even his eyes had lost all inclination “But it wasn’t to age; it was to your charm,” Eudora CONTINUED ON PAGE 91 knew to twinkle when they looked into hers. finished, blushing. ndred “Good-by, child. I may be an old heathen when it comes Something strong and compelling flashed from the eyes of d she to rugs, but when I’m sending my old friend’s little girl the older woman to the eyes of the younger, offering uncon- unged adrift I’m an orthodox Christian and can pray hard. God _ ditional comradeship. ‘‘Thank you. It is a long time since . W not bless and keep you, dear.’’ He kissed her on the forehead as__I had anything so spontaneous in the way of a compliment. “You'd Better, if You Want the of law )ppor- opped day, Job. We Don’t Aim to be the Astor and Page Our ‘Stenogs.’ ”’ taking e used e with r. 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HREE-QUARTERS of a century ago, in 1845, Marion Harland made her first appearance in print. Her real name was then Mary Virginia Hawes, and she was fourteen years old. Three years later she completed her first novel, which was pub- lished a few years afterward. In time she married the Reverend Edward Payson Terhune, but household cares did not deter her from following a vigorous literary career under her well-known pen-name, Marion Harland. Her novels number more than twenty, and her “Common Sense in the Household,” issued in 1870, which was a pioneer book in its line, passed the million mark years ago and has probably guided more women DECORATIONS BY NAT EITTLE EIGHTY YEARS OF REMINISCENCE By Marion Harland primitive molds and burned in kilns constructed for the occasion. The house was long and rambling in architecture, the main part being only a story and a half in height, with dormer windows piercing the roof and projecting over the eaves. At a later period a two-storied wing had been built at one end and at right angles with the original structure. The recess thus formed was filled by a deep porch. Another porch of more ample dimensions shaded the front door. Both were overgrown with sweetbrier and other climbing roses. The front lawn sloped in a natural terrace to the level of the driveway, leading

in cookery than any similar work ever printed. This book was followed by others of the same order and by volumes treating of various domestic topics. The broad scope of Mrs. Terhune’s widely published departments on housekeeping has made her name familiar to women from one end of the country to the other. She was the first paid con- tributor to THE Lapres’ HomE JOURNAL outside of the regular editorial staff. At the age of eighty-nine she is still an invet- erate worker, retains her vivid interest in life and in people and declares that she has writing planned ahead to keep her i) busy until her hundredth birthday anniversary.

HEN Captain John Smith had made good his foot- ing in Virginia he was followed to the New World by a tr brother who settled there upon ‘4 lands he had purchased. It was rit a matter of genealogical record, ’ confirmed by ancient copies of “The Three Turks’ Heads” coat- of-arms, that the younger brother remained when the soldier of for- tune returned to England to mingle in royal circles and finally to lie down for his last sleep in the Church of Saint Sepulchre, in London. Upon a tablet in the wall above him is carved the boastful— to the last!—legend: “Here lies one conquered who has conquered kings.” At the death in Vir- ginia of the younger brother, his immense estate was divided with democratic equity among his children. To one descendant fell the plantation of Olney, near Richmond; another in- herited Montrose, in Powhatan County, a } I ey i

hands and their families, the invalided and superannuated past-worthy workers who would be tenderly cared for as long as they lived. . The garden was separated from the end wing of the house by a strip of lawn about twenty yards in width, and a syb. stantial picket fence. In the corner made by this paling with the outer fence of the kitchen yard stood what we would call a two-room cottage, painted white, with green blinds, like the larger dwelling. Running vines draped the windows and doorway. This was known as ‘‘mammy’s house.” (Of its occupant I shall have more to say by-and-by, _ The garden was extep. sive and abundantly stocked with vegetables,

matter of thirty miles away. Thecustom ofthe mother country, of des- ignating families and in- dividuals by naming the counties of which they are residents, was adopted early and has been retained until now in Virginia. The practice is eminently convenient when the name of the homestead is super- added. For instance, “‘the Harrisons of Berke- ley” and “the Harrisons of Lower Brandon” can- not be confounded one with the other. In selecting Montrose and the home life led within its walls as typical of a large and highly respectable class of homesteads and home dwellers, I am moved, first, by the fact that it is a truthful representation of what I would describe, and secondly, because there cluster about it the sweetest associations of my own early life. The plantation comprised perhaps a thousand acres of arable land and forest. The house stood upon a gentle emi- nence, overlooking in every direction wide stretches of well- tilled fields of Indian corn, wheat, oats, tobacco and cotton. For at that date cotton cloth of fair quality was woven upon the plantation, also a heavier fabric of mixed horsehair and wool that made serviceable rugs and carpets. The family dwelling was a substantial frame building. The importation of bricks from England had ceased, and there were no public brickyards in the country, while the forests supplied the finest native woods for building purposes to be had for the hewing. Bricks for the foundation walls, cellars and chimneys were formed in Po ertden Pes = OTT . ' ’ + o 7 Tem _l eae Md Aa ibone +a" 2 Aitikiteeecesl ho ere 2 Bey - t cies oe aes

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The squares of these plants were divided by narrow alleys, bordered with roses and other standard blooms. The central walk, stretching from the gate to the graveyard at the bottom of the garden, was edged by trellises and arbors of grapevine, honeysuckle and native creepers, A row of willows at the far end of the garden was the inner boundary of the “‘God’s acre” in which slumbered the dust of eight generations. Be- yond this, and as carefully tended, was the humble cemetery in which the colored dependents of the pea «) Montrose Smiths had ~ alld been laid to rest for as “| long a time. Feige NDOORS comfort and cleanliness walked hand in hand through hall and chamber. The drawing-room occupied one end of the principal s building. There were windows at the front and back, and a great fire- place, with a carved man- tel that had been brought over from England—tra- dition said by the younger brother of the redoubtable Captain John—was the principal ornament of the wall opposite the en- trance. This apartment, the central hall into which it opened, and the dining room beyond, were paneled and ceiled with oak. Necessity made skillful mechanics of colo- nial workmen. One side of the great dining room was lined with bookcases. The Mont-

from the public road half a mile distant to the stables and barns beyond the house and garden. At the top of this ter- race, beside the steps leading down to the outer gate, stood a gigantic black walnut tree, the largest I have ever seen. It had mounted guard there for half a century and still “abode in strength.” HAT was known as the ‘‘kitchen yard”’ lay behind the house and was streaked with gravel paths to the doors of what would have been called in England “‘of- fices,”’ namely, kitchen, laundry, smokehouse, and the dormitories of house servants. Beyond the railing of the kitchen yard the hill fell away grad- ually to a brook that a mile farther down swelled into a creek irrigating ‘‘the low grounds.” Another hill beyond the brook, which was crossed by a footbridge, was surmounted by the servants’ quarters. There were perhaps twenty cabins, more or less commodious,. built of hewn * and rounded logs. In these were lodged the field

PHOTO. BY CAMPBELL STUDIOS rose library had a statewide reputation. | The furniture was fine, and none of it was new, having come into the possession of the present owner by “ordinary generation,” to borrow a phrase from the Shorter Catechism. Some pieces would challenge the admiration of the mod- ern virtuoso. This was especially true of an escri- toire which had been brought from overseas by a son of the house at an era when foreign tours were rare and expensive. The flexible, corrugated doors which slid back to reveal drawers and pigeonhole were a fascinating mystery to my childish imagi- nation. The place of honor in the drawing-room was awarded to an instrument which we called a “harmonium.” It was an oblong mahogany box supported by four stout legs. The lid, when lifted, revealed row after row of glass bowls or goblets of graded sizes. Water was poured into these when the instrument was to be used. I had so often heard vis tors, familiar with the literature of the day, quote laughingly ‘“‘Shakspere and the musical glasses,” at first sight of the crystal array, that by the time I was ten years oid the idea was rooted in my mind that Shakspere was the inventor 0 the machine. Cousin Emily, the second daughter of the house, was pro ficient in the use of the ‘“harmonium,”’ and under her taper fingers it discoursed most excellent music. When, as often CONTINUED ON PAGE 128

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HOME JOURNAL She Spent Just wy (th MW One Month in His Private Hotel, and Struck for a Com- pact City Apartment = 7) ae "WI UI, rN)! Wh If Wi If } mill, if HTT | il I) i | LY ’ 4 ff th \ wna lb mint 4 WOMANS MISHANDLING OF LABOR OULD you call this Paradise? V\ For several months last spring we lived where servants were abundant at a dollar a week. They were so plentiful that our family of two persons had three of them, a cook, a general maid and a yard boy. Out of their wages they fed themselves. And there was no question about hours in that happy land. Days are twenty-four hours long, seven of them in every week. A request for an evening out or a Sunday in the country is made humbly, with an understanding among themselves that only one shall be absent at the same time. If hours seem tco long, there are half a dozen other appli- cants waiting to be hired. A cook is also steward, rising at dawn to bargain for supplies in the market, and does not disdain heavy washing, fancy ironing or valet chores. A yard boy is anything you please—mows the lawn, trims hedges, grows flowers for the table, is a butcher, a messenger, a neighborhood newspaper. For a dollar and a half a week you can have a butler with the manners of a Chesterfield. And those were town wages for quality help; in country districts forty to sixty cents a week are common. , Was the ‘‘servant problem” absent? No; it was a con- stant subject of discussion, rising even to the importance of occasional newspaper editorials about the housewives’ difficulties and the degeneracy of the times. And They Were Loyal Ta was in the island of Jamaica, and the servants were all black. Jamaican Negroes are a little strange, even to people from our own Southern States, because they seem surly and independent. The dignity and purity of their English awes a Yankee. Outwardly they are black cock- neys, but at heart childlike and loyal. Our way of dealing with them was simple—just to double their wages, as most Americans do. When the time came for leaving the island, parting was like a funeral in its lamentations. From time to time I have lived in other places where servants should not have been a problem at all—in European countries with their trained servants, before the war, and in South American countries, where pov- erty and ignorance seem to furnish more than enough people for drudgery. But I have never found a land in which the servant problem was absent. Where servants are scarce, housewives discuss the difficulty of keeping one or two helpers and the out- x rageousness of ae wages. Where a ae servants are abun- dant,thediscussion turns upon the number needed for different duties, the burden of supervi- sion and the ex- pense of food, pickings and com- missions. Ina famous book Ellen Key ad- vances a novel ar- gument for woman’s participa- tion in running the state—that the one human institution which runs well is the home, an ex- pression of woman’s ability to create and manage, and that her genius in this lineshould now be extended to the state, where man has made a mess of things. aww Up to a certain |, eget point this is a a thoroughly defen- * ILLUSTRATIONS BY sible argument. ARTHUR |. KELLER \ SSE - | Many Servant Problems are Due to Lack of Busi- ness Methods and Consideration By James H. Collins In family ties, love, understanding, the harmonizing of human differences and the development of. individual character, woman is the creator of the home. But when the outside factor of labor touches the home, there are many evidences of mismanagement. Women themselves admit it, either frankly or in their discussion of housekeeping difficulties. Women discuss the labor problem of the home in terms of scarcity, incompetence, and other familiar shortcomings of household labor. But a business man would say that these are only details, and as an employer of labor would suggest a broader view from his own broader experience. The problem is one of competition with himself and the industrial world. He has long ago learned that workers are growing scarce in factory, shop and office. With the breaking down of old- fashioned handicrafts, they have become less competent, conscientious and con- tented. Economic pressure and the complexity of the modern world have brought unreasonableness and downright antagonism. To overcome scarcity, he has increased individual output through labor-saving | machinery. To overcome incompetence, he splits processes into simple tasks, so that un- skilled workers can quickly learn a detail through teaching and acquire skill and speed. To encourage conscientiousness, new schemes of wages and bonuses have been devised. To bring back contentment, workrooms are made clean, light, pleasant and supplemented with facilities for bathing, rest, recreation, education. Antag- onism being due to human distance and false economic agi- tation, he endeavors to establish human contacts in great modern industrial organizations by methods which differ according to the particular character of the organization and «he workers. Having set their respective house- holds in order to the best of their ability, the business man and the housewife become competitors in buy- ing service from workers. They bid against each other in the same market. The business man can usually pay the highest price in money; and the house- wife, seeing her potential cook or nurse choose factory or office employment, assumes that money is the sole factor, which is generally a mistake, for a little study of industry’s methods of bidding would show elements which she might add to her offering price. 1\ A handful of business publications M from her husband’s desk would reveal | these other factors. Article after article y| and page after page, dealing with tech- i nical matters like wage systems, study I of applicants by employment experts, | the fitting of individuals with suitable tasks, housing and the home life of workers, industrial training, health, safety, nourishing food, recreation, human contacts through workers’ com- mittees, suggestion boxes and gather- ings. Most of these articles make rather dry technical reading. Their applica- tion to domestic labor is not always obvious. But they deal with subjects intensely human in themselves, and every one of them has its bearing upon the home, and the servant question, and the housewife’s competition with the industrial world. One significant fact stands out— that work in industry is a carefully measured commodity. It is measured not only in hours and wages but in quality, efficiency, congeniality. It is =[S concentrated with a view to conserve the worker’s own time for outside activities. It is measured in the bearing of the individual’s output upon the general output, and upon the good will and success of the business. It is even mea- sured in terms of nourishment and health, so that where under-feeding or physical weakness appear, the actual units of work are supplied with food and exercise. Work in the home has hardly begun to be measured. It is paid for by the week or month, and the worker is expected to be on hand for any service or task about twice the number of hours that make up a day in the industrial world. If work in the home were paid for by the hour, servants’ wages would, in many cases, compare favorably with industrial wages. More important, as the stop-watch has been used to measure industrial tasks, lightening and shortening them everywhere, so measurement of home tasks would lead women to systematize, concentrate, speed up and shorten them in many ways. No more striking illustration of the value of measured work can be found than in the invasion of the home by the industrial world, which beats it in cc npetition. One example is our great hotels. Every detail of their housekeep- ing is systema- tized,specialized, scheduled, short- ened. An aver- age of eight hours a day makes all the beds, sweeps all the rooms, cooks all the meals, washes all the dishes. Most details in apartment-house service are man- aged in the same way. The com- petition of these industrialized homes affects the labor situation in the individual home. Many families are turn- ing to industrialized homes to escape from household difi- culties, part of the year at least. Even the work of the passenger liner, a floating hotel, is now being scheduled s0 that stewards and maids have their eight-hour watches. Why They Overlook Other Factors —. with competition, the housewife seeks to solve her problems in two general ways: First, to find labor below the industrial average. | In Jamaica thousands of Negroes are barred from the | nited States because unable to read or write and, if admitted, color would keep them out of many industrial occupations. Second, to compete for servants by paying higher an higher wages, drawing them from other homes. : In both cases, women make it plain that money is the chief thing thought about in their efforts to solve the problem, a” often money alone. ; No problem can be solved, of course, until all its factors are taken into account. Let us see if we can show womel why they overlook the other factors. , Waiting the other day to talk with a busy corporation president, I chatied with his woman secretary in her ow? office. I have known her since the days when her chief was a salaried man, and she a green girl forced into the busines world by family reverses. With only money enough to take half a course in stenography and typewriting, she got 4 ]° under this same chief. It was landed partly through necessity and partly through assurance. Her stenography, spelling 2" typing the first few months were simply awful! Many @ Where Servants are Scarce, Wives Discuss the Outrageousness of Wages CONTINUED ON PAGE 141

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wn g of pon 1ea- ere nits It is ted ber ork ges sed lve ted ed, ns. ind iief nd ors 1en ion wil yas ike job HAT a good time she was having! Every minute she was growing more elated by her success. Her partner was absorbed in her conversation, charmed with her chic, enthralled by her beauty. Little by little she grew conscious of other eyes. She glanced to the right. The man at her other side was gazing intently at her hand. Quickly she doubled up her fingers. How long had he been staring at those nails? Had other people also noticed them? Gone was her peace, her unconscious gaiety. No longer could she gesture freely. She could not even lift a spoon with grace. Every eye seemed fastened on her rough cuticle—on that one wretched little hangnail. What a horrid evening! You can never know when people are looking at your fingernails. Every day, often when you least suspect tt, you are being judged by them. People no longer excuse ill-kept nails. They know that nowadays it is very easy to keep your nails lovely. Thousands of busy women the country over are learning to look after their nails with the same regularity that they do their teeth and hair. Fifteen minutes’ care once or twice a week will keep your nails looking so well that you need never be humiliated by their appearance. Mail this coupon with two dimes today to Northam Warren, But do not cut your cuticle. The more it is cut, the thicker and tougher it grows. The cuticle is Nature’s way of protecting the sensitive root, which is only 1-12 of an inch below the sur- face. If you slash away at this ragged cuticle you keep it constantly sore and unsightly. That is what gives your nails that uncared for look that makes you want to cover them up when you see people’s eyes on your hands. This method is the secret of the perfect, even cuticle of many fashionable women You can keep your cuticle smooth, firm and even if you manicure your nails the right way. Once or twice a week use Cutex, the liquid cuticle re- mover. Wrap a little cotton around the end of an orange wood stick and dip it into the Cutex bottle. Then gently work the stick around the base of the nail, pushing back any dead cuticle. Wash the hands, carefully ~ ; eS See, Y his downcast eyes spoiled her evening Has this ever happened to youP pressing back the cuticle when drying them. The Cutex manicure keeps the cuticle in perfect condition. It never becomes torn or ragged. You never again are embarrassed by hangnails or rough, thick cuticle. If you care to have the tips of your nails snowy white, apply a little Cutex Nail White underneath the nails. Finish your manicure with Cutex Nail Polish. It gives a brilliant, last- ing gloss. Cutex Nail Polish comes in cake, powder, paste, liquid and stick form. If you wish to keep the cuticle par- ticularly soft and pliable so that you do not need to manicure as often, apply Cutex Cold Cream at night on going to bed. Get Cutex at any drug or depart- ment store in America and any chemist’s shop in England. Cutex, the cuticle remover, comes in 35c and 65c bottles. Cutex Nail White, Nail Polish and:Cold Cream are each 35c. Six complete manicures for 20 cents For 20c you can keep your nails look- ing lovely for a month. Today send two dimes with the coupon below and we will mail you a complete Introduc- tory Manicure Set large enough to last a month. Address Northam Warren, 114 West 17th Street, New York City. If you live in Canada address Northam Warren, Dept. 110, 200 Mountain Street, Montreat Name 7 Street and Number : City and State You can get the Cutex prepara- tions separately or in complete sets at all drig'and department stores.

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ITH her delicate precision of utter- ance, which makes a_ time-worn adage sound as if it were being said for the first time, Mrs. Tomlinson has always affirmed that it is all in the way one starts. Guided by that admirable precept, she gave her only daughter a send-off in the right di- rection by naming her Gloria. It was, you see, at that period when the first families were still leaning toward the more fanciful names for their female offspring. Had Gloria deferred her arrival for a decade or so, she would have found that those appellations which once gained favor only in farm circles had come strongly into vogue as being “ de- liciously quaint,’” and she would doubtless have gone through life as an Ann, a Jane, a Nancy or an Ellen. As it was, at the time of her advent young mothers showed their knowledge of the fashionable thing by letting themselves go in the selection of poetical names for their little ones. For quite some while, indeed, Mrs. Tomlin- son was rather strongly inclined toward Consuelo; however, there was an appro- priately exalted, almost a regal sound about Gloria, which Consuelo was felt to lack. So ‘ > 3 ree. *% > ETCHING BY Z. P. NIKOLAKI charitable, she learned that she must try to be kind to the middle classes—noblesse oblige, as her mother concisely put it, for Mrs. Tomlinson has long employed French phrases to convey her more'exalted thoughts. Gloria has never forgotten those tender, hushed talks in the rosy glow of the nursery firelight. | WAS really surprising to see how quickly Gloria learned, even asatiny child. There were times, positively, when her mother feared that her intelligence was almost ab- normal, and thought seriously of asking the doctor if she were not in need of a good, strengthening tonic with plenty of iron in it. It was in her powers of observation that she was sO precocious. Atan amazingly early age she could distin- guish, in a single glance at the frocks worn by her little playmates, which were trimmed with real lace and which boasted either base imitation or—what her sharp little brain even then decided to be worse—no lace at all. It was as if, in her infant mind, she graded her tiny comrades accordingly. It was pretty to see how happily she played with those of the first class; how cunningly she ordered about Gloria was the irrevocable decision. At seventeen Gloria is, as everyone con- cedes, a sweet, dear girl. It is virtually im- possible to give a more striking word-picture of her than that which is drawn by that single arresting phrase, in which all her social peers sum her up. More, even before she became a sweet, dear girl she was a sweet, dear child. She was congenitally’ equipped with a rest- fully uninquiring mind, an amiable submis- siveness of spirit, a readily formative point of view. It was as if some generous fairy, acting under the explicit instructions of Gloria’s mother, had endowed the infant with those three priceless gifts at her christening. Certainly, her offspring’s pleasing plasticity of tempera- ment has been a great comfort to Mrs. Tomlinson. There never was a child, it is safe to say, who responded any more gratifyingly to her bringing up. Gloria’s entire existence is a prolonged credit to her home training; pardonable indeed is the pride which Mrs. Tomlinson takes in the living results of her handiwork. Of course, if one wanted to be that way about it, one might hint that, had Fate directed the stork to deposit Gloria upon some less imposing hearthstone, her al- most excessively amenable nature would have rendered her equally susceptible to whatever system she would have there encountered. But that,as Mrs. Tomlinson herself would be among the first to point out, is emphatically neither here nor there. The ever-present fact is that Gloria is the model daughter of a zealous mother. She is the perfect outcome of her mother’s efficient methods of twig-bending. OW that Gloria has been brought practically to the verge of womanhood, Mrs. Tomlinson, while in no way relaxing her vigilance, gives herself over to the cosily restful feeling that she need never have a moment’s fear for her daughter’s future. There will never be any danger of her developing into one of those frightful democratic women, for which her mother daily returns appropriate thanks to an in- dulgent Providence; Gloria will never succumb to any cur- rent notion to concern herself with community betterment, which would necessitate her mingling almost freely with her interiors and thus spoiling them completely. Hastily, lest any misinterpretation set in, it must be explained that Mrs. fomlinson is no rigid reactionary who would insist upon confining her daughter’s activities to the home; as she fre- quently declaims, if she does pride herself upon one thing more than another, it is her broad-mindedness. Certain con- cessions must be made, she generously admits, to the rest- lessness of modern times and the craving of the modern womn to take active part in non-domestic affairs. And Mrs. Tomlinson would never let it be implied that her daughter was a moment short of being thoroughly up to date. If Gloria should want to interest herself in a little indirect charitable work, accomplished by means of various festivals to raise money for deserving causes, Mrs. Tomlinson would never be the one to urge against it. Indeed, she would even 80 So lar as to advocate it, provided that there were impres- Sive enough names on the committee in charge. THE EDUCATION OF GLORIA By Dorothy Parker Any less exclusive interest, Mrs. Tomlinson feels snugly secure, will never hold Gloria’s attention. Her early training has given her so firm a foundation as to preclude all danger of possible bourgeois leanings. In fact, the veriest stranger has only to observe Gloria for a few brief moments, even at her present more or less tender age, to be utterly convinced that throughout her lifetime she will never fail unhesitat- ingly to do the thing that is being done by the best people. Well may her mother sit luxuriously back and bask in the sunny consciousness of a duty successfully accomplished. Provided that one were on such intimate terms as to feel free to ask, and also provided that she would unbend suffi- ciently to reply, Mrs. Tomlinson would doubtless attribute her success in the up-bringing of her daughter to the fact that she has never allowed Gloria to lose sight of the lofty social estate to which it has pleased Heaven to call her. And, indeed, no one is better fitted to impress this upon a plastic mind than is Mrs. Tomlinson. In her rating, it is the one really important thing in life; position, to her way of think- ing, is nine-tenths of the law. Her entire life is neatly ar- ranged in accordance with the demands exacted by her social standing. It absorbs her whole attention and requires her unceasing care, just as do all newly acquired and somewhat uncertain possessions. i IS Mrs. Tomlinson’s social position, as her friends so well know, which supplies the major part of her repertory of conversational topics. It ranks next to her good breeding as a subject for continuous discourse and self-congratulation. This latter topic she injects into the talk on all occasions, almost as if there were some danger that it might be over- looked were not attention expressly directed to it; it is doubtful, in fact, if anywhere else, outside the cattle coun- tries, the phrase “‘ good breeding”’ is employed so often as it is in Mrs. Tomlinson’s conversation. So, thanks to her mother’s publicity work, Gloria has had every opportunity to realize her inherited place among the elect. She was taught the impor- tance of social position at her the members of the second group; how con- tentedly she played alone, rather than join in the diversions of what might have been called Grade C. It was on such occasions as these that Mrs. Tomlinson, although under- standably worried that the little one’s intel- lect was over-developed, felt her heart swell with loving pride and knew that in her child she lived again. It was remarkable how Gloria escaped those unfortunate affiliations which so often mar an otherwise impeccable childhood. There are few of us who have not, buried away in our dark pasts, the memory of some juvenile friendship with the neighboring janitor’s child, some devoted affection for the progeny of the local tradespeople. Gloria widely averted all such associations. Chicken pox did not pass her by, and measles claimed her for its own, but from democracy, that far more insidious ailment of childhood, she was utterly immune. Obediently she would cleave only to the playfellows whom her mother classed under the narrow heading of ‘‘really nice children.’’ At dancing school, for instance, Gloria bestowed her dances only upon those little boys who came in their father’s automobiles. Prospective partners who walked from their homes or who arrived via the street car, even though they might be much smoother dancers and have far more dashingly mischievous personalities, would almost invariably find that Gloria’s dances were otherwise disposed of. Mrs. Tomlinson would sit in state in the space reserved for admir- ing mothers, with her manner which made a throne of any chair she chanced to occupy, and beam indulgently upon this childish by-play. Undoubtedly, a leading factor in Gloria’s training has been that perhaps greatest of educational forces, example. She has had her mother ever before her, a self-confessed pattern of the more exclusive virtues. Gloria had but to observe and then to imitate and, as you might say, there she was. HINK, for instance, of the indelible effect upon her mind of that living lesson in correct deportment toward the large portion of humanity rated by her mother as socially beneath her. Mrs. Tomlinson has long been passionately ab- sorbed in the welfare of the lower classes; there are times, really, when those close to her almost fear that her unceasing solicitude for the masses—with which generous word she sweepingly covers all servants, sales persons, tradespeople, and employees in general—will wear her out. One has only to overhear the briefest excerpt from her conversation to real- ize how deep is her concern for them, It is not too much to say that her life is spent in the constant dread that they may be spoiled; that, carried away by some ill-advised leniency on the part of their betters, they may forget their lowly station and even lose their fitting servility of demeanor. . Mrs. Tom- linson early felt the call to combat this; she has consecrated the major part of her existence to the end of keeping the lower classes in their proper place. CONTINUED ON PAGE 124 mother’s knee, and it has for her the sacredness that always surrounds subjects there acquired. In the charming intimacy of mother-and- daughter talks together, Gloria learned that she must always be an aristocrat to the tips of her fingers, and must strive to associate only with those whose aristocracy went to like extents. Yet, it was stressed, it was her duty always to be chari- table, and so, should she encounter those with hearts of gold and with safe-deposit vaults heaped with the same pleasant material, she need not set the limit quite so far as the finger tips. In connection with this same in- junction to be always graciously

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TEAS YOU WILL LIKE TO GIVE By Nathalie Schenck Laimbeer F ALL forms of entertainment, a tea is the easiest to give and the most as- sured of success. Unlike a dinner, it does not de- pend upon food for its chief interest, but upon people. You have only to invite pleasant folk, see that those who will like each other meet and have an opportunity to talk, serve a dainty and refreshing tea that will give a certain amount of “occupation,” and your party will linger long and enviously in the memories of your guests, There is a tradition that men are scornful of teas, but regardless of what they may say, this is a fallacy, proved by the fact that they come to large affairs in hordes—perhaps because they can come in their business clothes and don’t have to stay long; but, whatever the reason, they come. A tea offers the hostess the greatest amount of latitude; it can be made to fit any house, regardless of uncomfortable splendor or economical deficiencies, and every purpose; it may take any one of several forms: a table or two of bridge or Five Hundred by the fireside in the late afternoon, a few friends invited in to sew for themselves or others less fortu- nate, or perhaps a political meeting to which the announcement that “‘tea will be served” lends a social aspect; again it may be a large formal affair—with or without a guest of honor—a thé dansant for the winter débutante, a musicale, or even a garden party among the chrysanthemums in the golden glow of Indian summer, if the fall daysaresunshiny and warm. But whether it is informal or formal, for young or for old, there is nothing that admits of so much individuality on the part of the hostess as a tea. And with every detail of invitations, food, lights, service and decora- tions carefully planned, you may enjoy your guests with the calm assurance that no do- mestic imperfection will mar the serenity of the afternoon. The date having been selected, the first im- portant step is to send out the invitations, and the form that these take is governed by the character of the entertainment. For the in- formal party a verbal or telephone message suffices, unless it is to meet some out-of-town guest, in which case the hostess’ visiting card is dispatched, and in addition to its engraved name other information is written in by handas follows: PHOTO. BY CHARLOTTE FAIRCHILD To MEET Mrs. JOHN SMITH MRS. JAMES BROWN BRIDGE AT 4 23 WEST FOURTH STREET or the card may read: MRS. JAMES BROWN AT HOME FROM 4 TO7 TO MEET MRS. SMITH 23 WEST FOURTH STREET or: To MEET Miss FLORENCE JONES MRS. JAMES BROWN WILL BE AT HOME FROM 4 TO7 23 WEST FOURTH STREET Tea served informally does not call for cakes that must be eaten with a fork; two kinds of small cakes, such as cookies, molasses cakes, cup cakes, chocolate or sponge cakes, are preferred. It goes without saying that the cakes, as well as the toast and similar things, have small doilies between the food and the dish. The contents of the second tray are disposed according to your convenience; the two plates of cakes and one of the hot dishes on a three-tier muffin stand to be passed later by the maid, and the rest of the things on the lower leaves of the table—or upon the table itself—where they are close at hand for the hostess to use or to be passed by the maid. The Stamp of an Experienced Hostess ra CASE there is no tea table or muffin stand in your house do not be dismayed, for in England, where afternoon tea is an institution, a large square or round table, covered with a linen cloth to hide the legs, is often used, together with a smaller table of any variety, also linen covered, to hold the extra plates and dishes. This additional table is occasioned by the variety of foods used by the English for this sacred event, which, with the addition of strawberries and cream or other fruit, chicken sandwiches and cream puffs, becomes a veritable meal. There is one point upon which too great insistence cannot be laid, namely: that the cleanliness and meticulous care with which the tea table is arranged, whether for formal or informal occasion, stamp one as an experienced hostess. A silver tea set may be used if one wishes, but this is neither a necessity nor an addition, for some of the most artistic tea tables I have seen lately were equipped with china for PHOTO. BY M. E. HEWITT STUDIO If the occasion be small and informal it is best to have tea served in front of the fire, on the porch or in the garden, depending on the weather. For this a regular tea table is brought in by the maid at five o’clock, placed in front of the hostess’ chair and covered with a tea cloth. Then follow the tray, completely set with teakettle and lamp all ready to light, tea- pot, sugar bowl and tongs, pitcher of cream, a small plate of sliced lemon, a well-filled tea caddy, two cups and saucers with spoons, and a small empty bowl into which to put the water with which you have heated the pot before making the tea and with which you rinse a cup before filling it a second time. A box of matches must also be at hand and perhaps a bell with which to ring for more water, for tea is not good unless made of freshly boiled water and served at once. A Chance for Your Specialty _ tea tray in place on the table, a second tray, which also has been arranged in advance, is brought. This con- tains additional teacups, saucers and spoons, as many small plates as there are guests, with a folded tea napkin between each one, small knives, one or two covered dishes of toast or hot bread, two plates of cake and a pot of jam or marma- lade. The toast may be plain or cinnamon, anchovy toast or sardine toast, while the hot bread may be tea biscuits or muffins, which have been split open, a lump of butter in- serted and then closed again; or, if you prefer, cheese crackers, cheese straws, sandwiches, scones or Sally Lunn may be substituted for either one or both of the hot dishes. Perhaps you make some similar thing for which you are famous. Then by all means have that. Any cookbook will supply you not only with recipes for the dishes mentioned, but for any number of others. By the way, nothing adds so much to the appearance of your sandwiches and toast as neat cutting with the heart, round, diamond or doughnut cutter; and the greater the nov- elties you can think up for sandwiches, the better. The Meticulous Care With Which the Tea Table is Arranged, Whether for Formal or Informal Occasions, Stamps One as an Experienced Hostess everything except the kettle. As a matter of fact, the most fastidious tea drinkers prefer china teapots, and fascinating sets, which include extra plates, covercd dishes, jam pots— in fact, everything one needs—can be purchased in any good china shop or department store for a nominal sum. If you are using a large table, after the English custom, you will like the effect of a small vase of flowers among your cakes and sandwiches. This should be omitted, however, when tea is served in the garden, where the luxurious growth all around requires the contrast of a severely plain table. The actual service of the tea is most simple if one has a deft maid to dispense the small plates with napkins and give each guest her cup of tea—after one has inquired her prefer- ence as to its strength, put in the cream or lemon, added a lump of sugar and placed another on the saucer with the spoon. But in these days of insurmountable labor prob- lems it may be that it will require all of your social tact to persuade a protesting Bridget just to carry in the trays, and in that case it is an easy matter to requisition the aid of a member of your family or a guest or two. The passing of the plates, tea and food requires so little time that it will in no wise spoil the party for the drafted one. The cards of invitation to a large formal tea-with or without a guest of honor—to the thé dansant for the débu- tante and to the musicale differ but little. For the formal tea, the second of the two cards already shown is used. If there is no guest of honor the line referring to her is omitted and nothing substituted. For the musicale the visiting card follows this form: MRS. JAMES BROWN MUSIC AT 5 23 WEST FOURTH STREET TO MEET MRS. JOHN SMITH a ' For the thé dansant in honor of the débutante, the vis} card reads: : MRS. JAMES BROWN ting THE DANSANT 4T07 23 WEST FOURTH STREET and with this last invitation is inclosed the débutante’s carj bearing simply her engraved name. If dancing is not to be included in the coming-out party, omit “ Thé dansant.” The visiting-card form of invitation is entirely correct and really more in use than the engraved invitation. But if an engraved form is particularly desired, the following is good: MRS. JAMES BROWN WILL BE AT HOME ON FRIDAY AFTERNOON, SEPTEMBER SEVENTH From Four UNTIL SEVEN To MEET MRS. JOHN SMITH TWENTY-THREE WEST FouRTH STREET If there is no guest of honor, ‘‘To meet Mrs. John Smith” is of course omitted, while if a short program of music has been arranged, the house address is transposed farther to the right and the word ‘‘ Music”’ added at the left on the same line. But any good stationer from whom such invitations are ordered will show or send sample cards upon which every detail is eminently correct. If the engraved invitation is preferred for introducing the débutante, have it read as follows: MRS. JAMES BROWN AND MISS BROWN WILL BE AT HOME ON FrmpAy AFTERNOON, OCTOBER SEVENTH From Four UNTIL SEVEN TWENTY-THREE WEST FouRTH STREET When entertaining formally a maid is sta. tioned in the hall to open the door, and some- times another to take the guests’ wraps or show them upstairs; but this second maid is optional, The hostess, for convenience, stands just inside the drawing-room door, and at her side is the guest of honor or débutante, to whom she pre- sents each arrival. Arranging the House |, gee meee arte among the guests, introducing, stimulating conversation and disentan- gling awkward groups are the friends who have been asked to assist; and when the dining-room doors are opened, to signify that tea is ready, they lead the guests toward the table. At the débutante’s tea, which is apt to be a feature of November or December, girls of the débutante’s own set are, of course, invited to assist. When the affair is a large and formal tea the furniture of the house is not disturbed beyond removing the obviously superfluous pieces that will catch the drapery of dresses or prove stumblingblocks in the way of easy progress, No effort is made to provide chairs for every: one, for, with the exception of a few elderly or weary folk, the majority of people prefer to stand and move about from group to group. The musicale, on the other hand, requires seating accommodations for all. Most of us finda standing position of polite immovability more of a punishment than a pleas- ure. For the thé dansaml, which sounds much more formal than it really is, the furniture is pushed back and the rug taken up be- fore the guests arrive, and from two to four pieces 0 music stationed in an ad- joining room, hall or porch. Should the tea be a garden affair, and one would like to enliven tt with dancing, the porch's prepared for waltz an “trot,” and the music sta- tioned inside where it caf easily be heard through the open door. ; One thing I have quite forgotten to mention am that is decoration. |f yout house is well and tastefully furnished, it is well not 0 overdo the amount 0 flowers with whicli you decorate. A few carefully selected blooms, arrange artistically, will serve © enhance the beauty ®! your home; but if, on the other hand, your hous is a temporary one, generously hide the rough edges witha profusion of lovely plants and flowers, in order that the dominant note may. be one of color and fragrance. For the formal tea or thé dansant I think that it is always a good plan to serve tea in th dining room or, in the case ol the garden party, in a secluded part of the garden. The dining-room table serves as the nicleus for tea, containing at one end the entire silver or fine china tea service—in fact CONTINUED ON PAGE 14.

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ck nd d- or be ne “eet No one was more thrilled than the women of America by the heroic war performance of the Cadillac. Wives and mothers and sisters all over the land con- tinually heard of it through our army officers in France. Now these same officers, and other owners as well, are proclaiming with enthusiastic emphasis that the Type 59 has proven itself even greater than the great war Cadillac. Unconsciously, perhaps, they are intensifying an hundredfold the desire to own a Cadillac which pre- vails among women everywhere. Out of the ceaseless labors of seventeen years, Cadillac craftsmen have produced a rare and unusual quality of propulsion as peculiar to the car as the familiar coat of arms on the radiator. The woman who rides in the Cadillac is so far re- moved from things mechanical that she is able to think her own tranquil, unhurried thoughts — and that is the last and greatest test of ease and efficiency. Women desire the Cadillac not merely because they know that all women desire it, but because they know it secures for them rare delights which are unique and unusual in motoring. CADILLAC MOTOR CAR COMPANY? DETROIT, MICHIGANGs 1, CADILLAC 5! NAR OF THEN

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HOME JOURNAL COLGATES Octo! r. 1925 tobel ee ee ee Mid Silks and Lace \ ITHIN a dim old attic while the rain Beat rhythmic music on the window pane, pee danced upon a sounding roof and where spicy smell of simples filled the air, ~ here dusty cobwebs hung from dusty beams, Within a plac e of memories and dreams, | found a trunk that rubbish well nigh hid, And as I lifted up the creaking lid, \ sweet familiar fragrance filled the place; Cashmere Bouquet! and lo, mid silks and lace, Ms mother’s mother loved long since and wore, \ cake of soap that she'd pli iced there before Mk mother’s birth, its perfume sweet retained The while a hewsinnd moons had waxed and waned. This perfume from a myriad scented flowers, Created by the witchery of showers And dew and wind and sun, was caught and here In Colgate Soap was held for many a year. And so I breathed the fragrance sweet that clung To my grandmother’s silks when she was young. Abert W. Sairnx, Jan. 22, 1920. For many years the high qui ality of Cashmere Bouquet Soap and the lingering tendency of its delightful fr: igrance have won for it constantly widening favor. It is recognized as one of the indisper nsables among toilet refinements. COLGATE & CO. Est. 1800 NEW YORK In Canada: 8 St. Helen Street and 137 McGill Street, Montreal HAT one’s fellow citizens have appre- ciation both for honest purpose and for conscientious skill in making the articles they do daily use, is well meen by oy growing business of Cotaare & Co. / The littel beginning in a, p. 1806, in a small bricke building on Dutch Street in New York, has so prospered by publick va favour that 6% acres of land is but enough to house it. And herein lies evidence of both honesty and skill, and prudence, withal, in that every article bearing the name of Cotcate & Co. is accepted, and justly, as being of genuine value and serviceable intent to the user in his habits of individual cleanliness and of health. This in truth isa reputation of which Corcate & Co. are rightly proud and one which they do take pains shall be worthily supported by everv article they proffer to the sa people. For this very reason a purchaser seeing that mam ma be tree trom doubt as to qv lity: — 3 ul eam is ae —~ SY me

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HOME JOURNAL VEW CRETONNES FOR THE AUTUMN By Ethel Davis Seal. Drawings by Marion Dismant tf HEN you enter a home of real charm you perhaps wonder for a time just what causes it to differ from its fellows—the house next door and many other homes of your acquaintance that turn quite ordimary visages upon an indifferent world. Then you spy the cretonne curtains smiling gayly from the windows and the cretonnes offering an especial welcome from the upholsteries of the chairs, together with effective notes of the same material used in other spots here and there as they are needed. And you realize that a large proportion of the charm is directly traceable to these gracious lengths of material breathing forth the spirit of out-of-doors, the woodsy things, the birds and flowers, the ravishing color combinations only to be found first, then copied faithfully, in the palette of Lord Sun. Is there anything else that can accomplish such sheer delight and joy in a space so small, as a yard or so of cretonne? The blue and purple leaves on a sand background; the scarlet crests of birds; riotous roses of yellow and pink in urns of blue against stunning black; red tulips, yellow roses and dark-centered white daisies on wide two-toned stripes of dull green-blue gray; tawny pink peonies and ivory birds against masses of bluish-green foliage the color of deep shadowed water; quaint blendings of lavender and rose And what can compare with the adaptability of this friendly fabric? Fron days of chintz it has traveled far, until now cretonne finds itself at hon the ’ old ract inyvwhere from the bedroom to tl I form living room to the snowy-white kitchen, with its onl ; ; : 1 galaxy of flowers printed on the cheerful curtai Cretonne—the “‘Fabric of Friendliness’’— as it Embellishes This Colonial Bedroom

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Paris Insists That You Hold Your Coat in Place. You Grasp the Left Edge Highin Front With the Left Hand. With the Right Hand Low on the Right Edge You Fold it Over the Left, or Huddle Into Your Wrappings. Of Course You Cannot Do a Thing in the World Except Wear Your Coat. Butif You Could Look as Miss Stevens Looks Wouldn't Ask Anything More, Would You? You N AMERICAN woman living in Paris made the definite statement last winter that she would never have another fur coat. This followed her long and irksome task of getting an old one made over. It turned out to be bulky and very heavy, and she said that it kept her warm in all of the places where she never got cold anyway, but it had short sleeves and a V-shaped neck. It Was so dressy that she always had to wear light low shoes with it and thin silk stockings. There was a stole effect, de- tached in the back, that ran its horizontal across the shoulders. vendeuse, or course The salesgirl, had explained: ‘‘When madame has cold’’—which is the French way of saying ‘‘ when madam iscold”’—‘‘shecan pull the stole close around her neck over the low V.”’ But if madam did that she spoiled the lovely line across the back. The coat was entirely suitable for entering a room, the front thrown open, the stole lying loose and straight across the back; and it was regally lovely for descending a staircase. One held it draped in the right hand just below the waist- line. In short, it was such a work of art as the French make out of every costume they touch. It was extremely dressy, but the skins were thick and like a board. ‘Cloth coats trimmed in fur are just as chic and more comfortable,”’ said the American lady, “and that is what I shall have from this time on.” Not long since this woman came home unexpectedly. One day she went with a friend to look at furs, with the registered purpose of dissuading her from buying a coat. Che first thing she knew she herself was exclaiming “how awfully pretty’ the wraps were. They were so light and graceful! The pelts were so thin and pliable that they were T H HOME JOURNAL Have You Seen Any of Those Foxes With- out the Head, Which is Replaced by a Long Silken Tassel? Miss Stevens Shows Just How to Wear This Neck Piece —With the Tassel Falling Just Below the Right Shoulder, the Long Body Wound Round the Neck With the Bushy Tail Falling Below the Waistline on the Left Side. cloth materials. Models that she had seen in Paris in silk were in this shop displayed in fur and they looked scarcely more bulky than the taffeta patterns from which they had been taken. In fact, when one tried them on they were softer and molded into the lines of the figure harshly than coats of wool. The woman asked the girl if she had a wrap in squirrel. Yes, she had, and a beauty. The girl brought it out; the woman tried it on. It was in the form of a cape and made after a silk model by Callot. The shape was one of those more or less like a barrel, with a rather long toboggan slide of a collar and a slightly drawn in, hobbled effect around the bottom. Right across the center, and where the middle hoop would come in a barrel, ran a horizontal tuck! The collar and the bottom were banded in darker squirrel. Another, upright, tuck ran on each side of the back for some eleven inches from the bottom to give the hobbled effect. Tucked furs! Something had happened in the industry to make such a thing possible. Furs used to make one look big enough without ruffling and fluting and tucking them! not like fur but less FURS FROM HUGO JAECKEL @ SONS Miss Stevens and This Garment Seem to Have Been Planned for Each Other — Aren’t They Smart? -The Cape is of Gray Squirrel Crossed With Bars of Squirrel in Deeper Gray October, 142 SMART, AREN'T THEY! Who? Emily Stevens and These New Winter Furs By Mary Brush Williams PHOTOGRAPHS BY CHARLOTTE FAIRCHILD STUDIO “T’ve always wanted a squirrel coat,” said the wo! “It’s so very light and flattering around the face. It 1 one look young. But, oh, it makes even a lean mat look like a barre! !”’ A man had come into the scene by this time. He was head of the department and an expert in furs. He shook head in grave negation. ‘ Not ours, madam—not the ¢ furs of America that have been well prepared.’’ He crum a corner of the cape in his hand; it was pliable as velvet The wrap actually made the woman look not big slender. “I'd like to have it,” she said weakly. “ B« I go back I[ think I'll get a fur coat to take with me.” who had come to scoff remained to buy. In Europe she seen no fur to compare with this treat. It is a long way, geographically, between this first inci and one which it suggests, but they both go to prove so thing I wish to say. I was in Germany several times winter and while there undertook to buy some furs. 1 were reported to be selling at great bargains, because 0! decreased value of the currency there. An American bu who went over by Zeppelin from Zurich to Berlin g CONTINUED ON PAGE 74 » Aon ES BEL Ch ce ob

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, 1920 HOME JOURNAL ist SONG HITS ! aa 9 1-0 of-e) 0) (-1- 0 @ eloped “f°.-£°C-F ii HE unanimous choice of all parties are these new “Feist’’ Song Hits. Dance parties —song parties—theatre parties—and home parties ’round the piano, phonograph and player-piano—they’ve all elected these new songs the hits of the day! You, too, will vote for them—their entrancing melodies will win you as they have won song lovers everywhere. Enliven your home—delight your family—surprise your guests —introduce these new song hits on your piano, phonograph or player-piano: “Rose of My Heart” “Honolulu Eyes” **Rose of My Heart” is budding into one of the most beauti- Winsome! Dreamy! Beautiful! ‘‘Honolulu Eyes’! A de- ful song hits in years. A simple, captivating melody that just lightful waltz melody that is sweeping the country with its makes you tune up for a song—and step out for a dance— enchanting rhythm. Everybody, everywhere is singing it every time you hear it. You'll pick areal flower for your piano, and dancing it and voting it a wonderful tune. Try it— phonograph or player-piano if you pick ‘‘ Rose of My Heart,”’ you can buy it complete at your dealer’s. Don’t miss the by the writers of “ Hiawatha,” “Mickey” and “Peggy.”’ charm of “‘ Honolulu Eyes.” “‘Feist’’ Songs on Sale at All Good Music Stores and at Kresge, Kress, McCrory, Grant, Kraft and Metropolitan Stores Other New ‘‘Feist’’ Song Hits: “Peggy” ‘‘Oh” *““My Baby’s Arms” *‘Poppy Blossoms’”’ “‘Love Here is My Heart” “The Time Will Come” “Vamp” “Erin” ““‘When You Look in **Expectation”’ ““One Loving Caress"’ ‘Linger Longer Letty”’ “TIrene”’ the Heart of a Rose”’ **Mother’s Hands” “The Radiance in Your Eyes” ‘Sing Me Love's Lullaby” ** Young Man's **Down Limerick Way”’ “Pip, Pip, Toot Toot ‘‘What’s in a Name” “Just Like the Rose” Fancy" (The Mu- ‘By the Campfire” Good Bye-e-e”’ “‘Sweet Blushing Roses”’ I'm In Heaven When sic box Novelty) **Golden Gate” **Bound in Morocco” “The Old Garden Gate” I’m In My Mother’s Arms” *“‘Castle of Dreams"" ‘‘Mystery” ‘‘Red Rose” ‘‘Give Me All of You” ‘I've Found My Dream Girl”’ “Alice Blue Gown” from “‘Irene”’ Feist Songs on sale wherever music is sold, or we will supply you direct at 40c a copy, postpaid. Band or Or i J f Ask your dealer for a copy of “‘Feist’s Melody Ballads’’— a little booklet that will give you words and music « of the beautiful song hits listed above If not at your dealer's, send us his name with a two cent stamp ar Published by LEO FEIST, Inc., Feist Bidg., New York - Canada: 193 Yonge St., Toronto, Ont. ae , eh - ¥ “ee > gay oe 3. ff “Rose of My Heart” Bey “Hinoleln Eyes’ - CHORUS , By Howard Johnson and Violinsky gh SS CHORUS —— —— — = = me — a = A , 33 + ; bes = Rose of my heart, oa . r : i> = eo ee a a 99 ] " A] 4 A yy nt} I - ee) a i ; ; ¢ % Hon- o- sas o i ; haunt me, Hon-o-lu-la eyes, heart 1 im- plore ~ is. wan un.der-neath secaeath the palms, — Theyre © Leo. Feist, Ine. : att dy =— m ce A Popular Candidate for your piano, - SS Se phonograph and player-piano. wait. ing pa-tient - ly, ten- der - }} © Leo. Feist, Inc. It’s sweeping the country! Acclaimed the most beautiful waltz melody in years! \any Feist qq) ons 2

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ta Sorbie Some electric washers lift and dip the so a tub of sudsy water. And it is led fabrics in a good meNeE, . « cb eeten Other creceric washers rock and toss the soiled fab- fics to and fro in sudsy water. And it isa good method. HOME JOURNAL Wctobde! The ABC oh Electric Laun- dress does both, , me. Rapidly it alter- ; nates these good methods. And so it combines their advantages. nit It Washes 7zo Ways The A BC Electric Laundress presents the advantages of two good washers in one, for the price of one. Alternately it lifts and dips (1), rocks and tosses (~) the soiled things. This dual agitating action (+) that so gently loosens and so effectively rinses out a// dirt is achieved by a mechanism so smooth and quiet in operation that one’s hand on the tub cannot detect the frequent change of action within. Inspect this simple, sturdy, time-tried A BC Electric Laundress, built by pio- neer makers and long endorsed by Good Housekeeping Institute. See it wash two ways at once! Write tor booklet, ‘The A B C of Washday,”’ and location of a dealer who will gladly demonstrate and name convenient terms. 20 AvTorFER Bros. Company Pioneer and leading makers of poxrver washers PEORIA, ILL., NEW YORK,N.Y. Executive Offices: Peoria, Lllinois & f : = = SS" - Elechricfay nd CIS 1 pictures the [gees There is a 50 Ele i oversize motor s that | and a reversible, va two ways | swinging electric at Al wringer. Choice of copper or rust-te- sisting, galvanized iron tub, maple or zine drum A RED-HAIRED GIRL CAN ALWAYS GET A MAN CONTINUED FROM PAGE 15) eyebrows, not heavily and artificially, you know, but a light, delicate, natural-looking brown, just the way nature should have done when it was making her in the first place She put on the least touch of rouge, high under eyes, and they suddenly stopped being too light and brightened up like a room when the electricity is switched on. For the finish- ing touch she dusted on powder, not a little dab the way I do on my nose but all over, up into her hair and way down below where her dress would stop. At last she put on a pale blue linen dress with crisp organdie collars and cuffs. While she was tying her white buckskin sport shoes she sat down in the chair by the window. The sun played in the waves of her fluffy light hair and, honestly, she might almost have been the daughter of the woman I had seen sitting there when If came in. WATCHED her through the window as she crossed the lawn and joined the two men. Then I went back to my own room and looked into my mirror. I looked for some time at my perfectly good straight nose and my white, even teeth and my hair. Then I thought of Olivia; then I looked at myself again and I said: “Well, old girl, you aren’t so bad after all.”’ I looked down at my clothes: black ox- fords, a dark blue serge skirt and a tailored waist—I’ve always worn out my old school clothes during the summers—and up at my hair, parted in the middle and twisted up in the way that fitted best with my fifteen- minute dressing schedule. I recalled Olivia’s infinite pains, Olivia’s blue linen dress and her shell-pink sweater and her white tulle dancing frock. And like the famous stupid girl, I declared: “I’m not really dumb, it’s just the way they dress me.” I have taken a solemn oath. I will not drop into the won’t-you-go-too class until I have seen what can be done. I have mor scaffolding to build on than Olivia Dempsey. Pugnaciously yours, ALICE AMES July 4 Dear Doctor Brent: Please don’t take 1 up on my rash discouraged suggestion of charging me like any other patient I've spent practically all your fee. I never Be caus did such a thing in my life before. Che morning after I saw the upbuilding of Olivia Dempsey, I started. I went to town ind I spent No, I will not put do the demnition total! Whenever I thu ' I can see my frie l torty ears tror taking up 2 collection to get me into ar ladies’ home [ felt quite all right about the sport suit I bought, although it cost more than I ever spent on any three dresses in my life before But I hadn’t had any really new summer clothes in so long that I felt I was entitled to it. It is green My eyes are a greenish gray, and I re- membered how a beau I had when I was about eighteen raved about the way they turned green to match a green tam-o’-shanter I used to wear. My suit is exactly the color of that tam- o’-shanter. I bought a little green felt hat, too, with a Robin Hoody looking feather tickinginit. I could see at a glance that my old black oxfords would ruin the effect, so I bought some shoes, of a very dull bronze color. So far, you see, this has all been like Mr Wright’s paddling, safe and sane. Or at least comparatively so—compared with what happened next. For after that I went mad. AM not sure vet whether I had become intoxicated with the unusual stimulant of spending money or whether the evening dress I saw on a wax figure was really the most beautiful dress in the world. I still i: cline toward the latter explanation. It was part of metallic stuff that looked like gold ind gleamed and shimmered like a million dollars. It was all gold color and a long piece hung down the back, straight from the shoulders to the hem, slim and stunning. It was a mysterious triumph of a dress—you'd have yearned for it yourself. And I bought it! [ simply can’t understand myself. I don’t see how I could have done it. But I did Not only that, I bought gold slippers and stockings and a green tulle scarf to go with it. And although I turn faint every time I think of what it cost, I haven’t come to senses enough yet to regret it. To-night there is to be a big Fourt! July dance over at the hotel and all Shore House guests have been invited. | had decided not to go, having no es But I have learned that the others ar going over together, hit-or-miss, in the omnibus. And that, combined with the dress, has de ide d me I shall go. HAVE spent a gor rd partol the day get ready. I washed my hair with the egg-and lemon shampoo. I used to do that a century or so ago before I had arrived at the state where speed and economy in dressing justi fied any results. And the shampoo did just what it used to—it made my hair al! bright and burnished looking. I was about to part it in the middle and twist it up a la m fifteen-minute schedule, when it occurred to me to try doing it the way I used to when I was young and vain and had a beau who raved about green eyes. I had almost for gotten how to do it, but some atavism of motion came to my rescue and I found myself parting it on the left side. It is really a very stunning coiffure, if I do say it myself as shouldn’t. The back hair is brushed until it shines and then swathed tight and smooth and flat all over the head Just the barest suggestion of soft hair is allowed to show from underneath. It looks almost like a metal cap. When this was al! done I put on just the lightest touch ol rouge and dusted with powder. Then | slipped on the golden dress. It has not! but sparkly straps over the shoulder Blessings on you for my nine hours of rest and the hot milk. Every pound I ha gained is in my neck—not a hollow. I looked at myself with a queer, ghost! feeling. It seemed uncanny not to see black oxfords and a blue serge skirt. When I wor the same clothes every day it never occurred to me that the effect was not perfect. But to-night, in such magnificence as I had never even pictured, there was something la ing. And—isn’t it amazing?—I knew what it was In the very bottom of my trunk was a flat little box and I burrowed down. It was mother’s jewelry box, the few, poo! things she had left. There was her mari license and her engagement ring and a lo with my father’s picture and in the corner, what I was loo.ing for, a pa lender gold earrings. I had tried, ther vhen I was in my teens and decided thev were becoming, but, of course, the xIY Wore irring I hung them from my ears, thre green tulle scarf over my bare shoulder looked in the mirror. For many min stared, dumfounded [ FIRST all I could see was my They were shining and as green a filmy scarf, as green as they used to be I was eighteen and had a sweetheart. A! te! a while I looked at my gold slippers, ! heeled and frivolous, at my slim, shimm« dress and my hair gleaming like a burnis!ic copper cap. It was like staring at a woman | had never seen before. And—I’m swall ing my modesty—she was beautiful. [ler earrings may not have made her look re:''!) wicked and dangerous but they surely a slight, fascinating tendency that way certainly did not look like the kind ¥ friends say: ‘‘Oh, but she’s really aw! good-hearted.” On with the dance! ALIce AMES P.S. You’d better discount two-thir this raving about my own appearance probably nothing but the sudden ch that makes me think I look like some Tit haired vampire. A.A July 5, Three A. M Dear Doctor: You didn’t requisite letters in twelve hours, but I must tell the gold dress and th They worke 1 rings 7 At first I was sure they would not. } wore my rain coat over in the omnibus nobody paid any attention to me. Ol was there, fluffy and white. Mr. Dene dusted off the seat for her and Mr. Wr watched her and smiled. She was \ sweet and charming and réspectful to me And somehow as I rode, the self-confide I had had in front of my own mirror 00 CONTINUED ON PAGE 48 >» Pr fac lus

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al itury state justi 1 just right ) part a my ed to hen I who t for sm of found f I do lair is athed head air is looks as all ich ot ti p lle I ) host! bla k \ me rni Oma val! not bus Ol ene Wr as »> me nfide yr OO he n I I >» She Proper Care fC: Aildrens Hair How to Keep Healthy and HE care you give your child’s hair makes all the difference in the world in its appearance. Proper shampooing is the most important factor. It brings out all the real life and lustre, natural wave and color, and makes it soft, fresh and luxuriant. Children’s hair needs frequent and regular washing to keep it beautiful; but fine, young hair and tender scalps cannot stand the harsh effect The free alkali, in ordinary soaps, soon dries the scalp, makes the hair brittle and ruins it. When the hair is dry, dull and heavy, lifeless, stiff and gummy and the strands cling together, and it feels harsh and dis- agreeable to the touch, it’s because the hair of ordinary soap. has not been shampooed properly. When the hair has been shampooed prop- erly, and is thoroughly clean, it be glossy, smooth and bright, fresh looking, soft and silky. will It is a very easy matter to keep your hild’s hair looking beautiful, when you use M ulsified Oil Shampoo. This clear, pure and entirely greaseless product Cocoanut cannot possibly injure, and does not dry the scalp or make the hair brittle, no matter often it is used Just Follow This Simple Method how | pombe the hair and scalp in clear warm water. Then, apply a little Mulsified Cocoanut be hl Shampoo, rubbing it in thoroughly all the scalp and throughout the entire ength, down to the ends of the hair. Ver [wo or three teaspoonfuls will make an sundance of rich, creamy lather. This It Beautiful, Luxuriant should be rubbed in thoroughly and briskly with the finger tips, so as to loosen the dandruff and small particles of dust and dirt that stick to the scalp. When you have done this, rinse the hair and scalp thoroughly, using clear, fresh water. Then use another application of Mulsified. Two waters are usually for washing the hair; but sometimes the third is necessary. You can easily tell, for when the hair is perfectly clean it will be soft and silky in the water, the strands will fall apart easily, each separate hair floating alone in the water, and the entire mass, even while wet, will feel loose, fluffy and light to the touch and be so clean it will fairly squeak when you pull it through your fingers. sufficient Rinse the Hair Thoroughly HIS is very important. After the final washing the hair and scalp should be rinsed in at least two changes of warm water and followed with a rinsing in cold water. When you have rinsed the hair thoroughly, wring it as dry as you can; and finish by rubbing it with a turkish towel, shaking it and fluffing it until it is dry. Then give it a good brushing. After a Mulsified Shampoo, you will find the hair will dry quickly and evenly and have the appearance of being much thicker and heavier than it is. If you want your child to always be re- membered for its beautiful, well-kept hair, make it a rule to set a certain day each week for a Mulsified Cocoanut Oil Shampoo. This regular weekly shampooing will keep the scalp soft, and the hair fine and silky, fresh looking and fluffy, wavy and easy to bright, manage, and it will be noticed and admired by everyone. You Mulsified Oil Shampoo at any drug store or toilet goods A 4-ounce bottle should last for can get Cocoanut counter. months. y % Teach Your Boy to Shampoo His Hair Regularly T may be hard to get a boy to shampoo his hair regularly, but it’s mighty impor- tant that he does so. His hair and scalp should be kept perfectly clean to insure a healthy, vigorous scalp and a fine, thick, heavy head of hair Get your boy in the habit of shampooing his hair regularly once each week. A boy’s hair being short, it will only take a few minutes’ time. Simply moisten the hair with warm water, pour on a little Mulsified and rub it vigorously with the tips of the This will stimulate the scalp, make an of lather cleanse the hair thor- oughly. It takes only a few seconds to rinse it all out when he is fingers. rich, and creamy abundance life, for a luxuriant head of hair is through. You will be sur- prised how this regular weekly shampooing a with Mulsified willim- |i aea prove the appearance | it of his hair, and you Ble |: will be teaching your ik ‘i boy a habit he will | iS vi appreciate in after- | Ss ) sOomec- feels t Pog 7 f ORME MEO ORT BY ThE Oven etna frees ; thing every. mai mighty proud ot. GCS WATKINS MULSIFIED\ COCOANUT OIL SHAMPOO — i.

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A RED-HAIRED GIRL CAN ALWAYS GET A MAN (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 46) slowly away. I saw Olivia, fluffy and pat- ronizing, setting me aside as a person not to be reckoned with, and I realized, slowly and painfully, that she was right. I could not shake off the silly feeling that in some mysterious way she knew of my moment of vanity and was laughing about it, laughing in a light, tinkling, cruel way. Yet it was Olivia herself who worked the miracle, who did for me what all the gold dresses and green scarfs in the world could not have done We were taking off our coats in the hotel dressing room. I stole a glance at myself in the long mirror and the reflection frightened me. It looked so silly, so conspicuous, so overdressed. I felt that I could never face the ballroom. I was ashamed to look at myself. Then suddenly, in the Olivia’s eyes staring at me. “Am Tall right?” I asked nervously, ing around. mirror, I caught turn- LIVIA smiled, a queer smile, entirely different from her friendliness in the omnibus. This smile was not friendly. “Quite all right,” she said. ‘‘ You are very gorgeous.” She paused and looked at my hair. Her next sentence was like a stiletto, hidden in the soft silkiness of her smile: “If you really want me to be just horribly frank, though, haven’t you gone just the wee-est bit too strong on the henna?” That was all, just that little catty scratch. But it worked the miracle! An exultant thrill tingled suddenly within me; it swept down to my very gold slippers: it throbbed in my finger tips and sang in my ears. Olivia Dempsey thought it worth while to be catty to me! At the door of the ballroom, Mr. Denewell and Mr. Wright were waiting for the ladies. When they saw me coming they did not clutch their foreheads and drop stiff-legged to the floor like a comic supplement, but they might almost as well have! It was the most wonderful evening of my life, an evening worthy of the shimmering dress and the magic scarf. And to think that I might have gone through life content with blue serge alone! It is a girl’s right for one evening, like Cinderella, to feel herself a beauty and a belle. Even if she goes back to blue serge in the morning—for one night she has drunk the wine of Eve! CAN’T go to bed now—that is why I am writing a letter at three o’clock in the morn- ing. Shore House is deadly still, everybody is asleep but me. I feel as though I should never sleep again. And I don’t want to—I want to go on feeling the sway and swing of the music, dividing one dance among three claimants, hearing the note of animation come into Mr. Deneweil’s voice for me just as it had come for Olivia, seeing Barker Wright watch me through narrowed, ad- miring eyes. To think—to think I was ever content with blue serge! Dazzledly yours, July 5. Dear Doctor Brent: Vd give ten years of my life if I hadn’t slipped down the hall last night and dropped that idiotic letter in the mail chute. What a fool you must think me! I can’t imagine why I ever wrote such a letter, except that I was so excited I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m still excited, but daylight has brought just enough glimmerings of common sense to hint that I may not always feel as I do now and that nobody but a fool puts such things in writing, anyway. Will it be all right from now on for me to send you just a sort of chart of my progress, symptoms, and so on? Contritely yours, ALIce Ames. July 10. Dear Doctor Brent: Allright. Your blood is on your own head. If you really can keep much better track of a nervous case by hover 4 ing natural letters without the thought of symptoms being uppermost, of course I'll keep on writing that kind. It is so stipu- lated in the bond. It is nice of you to write

that you enjoy the idiocy, that you had | as good a time at the party as I did. This last week has been exciting. 1 morning after the dance, when I came do to breakfast, Barker Wright was at the ta! I had on my new suit and it had taken more than fifteen minutes to dress. As loitered over our bacon, he asked me if I going in swimming that day. I said no, t I couldn’t swim. HEN you must come in to-day an me teach you,” he answered prom; *‘Tt’s one thing I’m vain about, my ab as a swimming teacher.”’ Bathing hour comes at the time wh: have my headaches, so I just thanked and said that I was afraid it would be much trouble and, besides, I was going town. But he didn’t drop the subject little of my Cinderella-night magic have hung over. He insisted and fi made me promise to go in the first aftern that I was back. Isn’t it thrilling to have a handsome man urge you! On my way to the train—I had promised to go in to stay overnight with Callie Stevens, a girl who used to teach physical culture in our building and who’s giving swimming les- sons outat Bar- rimede Bat during th summer— | stopped a watched t! Shore Ho bathers. Ba ker Wright v teaching Oli to swim. S$ wears a fr suit wit! sash and cli: to him a looks up at with that you-big-stro man-you take-care poor-little n won’ t-youloo It gave 1 an idea. As soon as | got into tov I went to Wells & Fisher’s and bought swimming suit. It is perfectly plain, bla and it looks as though it was meant to vet wet. It is, as I said, a swimming suit, a bathing costume. I bought a green ca Then I went out to Barrimede Baths had Callie give me a swimming lesson fact, I had her give mesix. I stayed in to until I could swim twelve feet. Then I w back to Shore House—and my volunt teacher. Mr. Wright had remembered his pron so the next afternoon I put on my black and my green cap and went down to the with the rest. ‘Ready for your lesson, Miss Am Barker Wright asked. His tone had lo little of its eagerness, it sounded vag weary and I guessed at once what happened. He had grown a little tir having Olivia clinging to him all thro bathing hour. “All ready,” I said. “Suppose you show me what to do and I'll try to do it I wouldn’t let him hold me at all; sa wanted to learn all by myself. Whateve' showed me, I tried to do. I floundere little,on purpose—to think you should h: turned me into a gay deceiver !—but I did cling to him nor scream. OU’RE a good sport!”’ he exclaim surprised. “Try this.” I did. I tried everything he suggested amazed him with my nerve, I dazzled | with it. Before we left the water I co take two strokes and swim four feet! Barker Wright was the most surpri man you ever saw in your life—and the m delighted. He told everybody in Sh House how he had taught me to swim in o lesson. I smiled and said nothing—forg! me, Callie Stevens. Olivia was aloof. As soon as I have learned the side stro Mr. Wright is going to teach me to dive. see where I shall have to go in to see Ca! again. I might lose my nerve, and cling! vine manners do not match my suit. It ne dash as much as my gold dress needed ea rings. As before, A.A P.S. I haven’t had any headache to-d and I can’t remember whether I had o yesterday or not. The exercise must be doi! me good. July 25 Dear Doctor Brent: 1 didn’t mean to let t weeks slip by without a “report” but I CONTINUED ON PAGE 51

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HOMI A RED-HAIRED GIRL CAN ALWAYS GET A MAN CONTINI been so busy I’ve honestly forgotten about writing. Where do the days go? Isn’t summer in the country like a suburb of heaven! July 25 Dear Doctor: It’s full o’ the moon. We all ent over to a little hop at the hotel last night Most of the people came home in the omnibus, but six or eight of us came icross in boats. Barker brought me in his anoe. It was a witching night, all pal vellow; the shores were hazy as though the oonlight had up around the edges I understand now why they talk of ‘moon ”* In the eerie pale sweet light I ound myself forgetting to remember that this is just a summer flirtation, found myself wishing things with a poignant pain that was rangely half pleasant thickened adness Perhaps the mag vept over Bark« He let his paddle trail idly in the wat rifted away from the other boats, the breeze swung us around into the swaying valley between the tiny waves. Barker suddenly caught my hand. “Alice,” he began in a queer, husky undertone. And then ‘*Hey—Wright—you’re losing your pad- dle!” some helpful idiot shouted from the next canoe. Barker reached wildly, the canoe tilted and flip-flapped There was no visible harm done, Barler recovered the floating paddle, steadied the canoe and turned us head-on to the innocent little waves. But he had been startled, we had shipped a quart or so of water, enough to wet our feet—and the magic mood was gone. I wonder if it will ever come again? Yours, ALICE AMEs. P. S. A “report” and not a symptom. Really, I[haven’tany. I haven’t had a head in three weeks; I can’t get enough to cat in four meals a day and I sleep like a log henever I’m not too excited. If Tommy Watts could only see me now! August 4 recovered yet icne Dear Doctor Brent from the shock of seeing you. You’ve been knowing my inmost thoughts or months and yet, when you came walking 10n me, I might almost not have known you you hadn’t said you had run out to look [haven't ir patient over Do you mind my letting Barkcr thin] u e a suitor? The fact that you took me ding ¢ vidently put the idea into his head, | when he hinted to me for an explanation, I was so surprised and amused that at first I idn't say anything And when I disco red how it piqued him I kept right on 1 ing anything. He has been attentive rifle more serious way than betore < lif you don’t mind, | t te 7 ‘ \ i i e te i ‘ et ‘ it e be ( i | ‘ a | LU 1 L wee Chere is so little to te gular round, bathing and boating and pretty hot ALICE AMES August 21 Dear Doctor Brent: We've been having a old snap. Nobody goes in bathing. We take long walks and have a little fire in the venings. It seems strange to think the ummer is so nearly over. I’m still feeling ery well indeed. Cordially yours, ALICE AMES August 24 ra little evenings It Sincerely, D Doct Brent there’s really till chilly and raining Just a line nothing to tell. It Phe to keep n romise goldenrod 1s out. Barker has been teaching me to play ridge. It is very cool for August. Sincerel) 4. A. August 27 Dear Doctor Brent: Of course you haven't fended me. I don’t know what you mean the ‘“‘change”’ in my letters. If they read like weather reports” I’m sorry I've een boring you with then Doubtless I é vriting too often Truly your ALICE AMES August 27—Ar Dear Doctor Brent: 1 ran a quarter of a mile after the mail girl to get my note back, too late. hour later but it was I’ve been worrying ever since. It was such a snippy little note. You know me so well, what is the use of retiring behind chilly dignity? Can’t you imagine what is the matter with my letters? Don’t you know that there is a huge lifierence between writing intimate, diary ike accounts for someone you never see and ED FROM PAGE 48) never expect to see, and telling your inmost thoughts to a man who may eat his Sunday dinner across the table from you? You see, it’s all your fault. You’ve become a person. I blush all over when I think of the things I’ve written you already. Yours, ALICE AMES. September ) Dear Doctor: It has deen a wonderful three days. I’m so glad we had good weather for your little vacation. Wasn’t our walk up to Bonny Briar the very best ever? To get really acquainted, not the fluffy conversa tional kind of acquainted, but really to know each other, there ay like walking. You knew me altogether too well before, though. I thought, of course, that your pretty little sister-in-law was your wife. I should never have written such brazen letters if I hadn't snow thought you were a married mai No helor on eart earn s ut School begins in ten days. Ever so many people have gone and the place is getting lonesome. Of course, there are a few here yet, but they just make it more lonesome; you know the way a clock ticking in a room is more quiet than silence. Don’t let Miss Jackson get worse. You simply mustn’t miss Sunday. It’s wonder- ful now, the days all purple weeds and goldenrod, the nights all harvest moonlight. ALICE. r. 3. tas marry him. Think of putting a thing like that into a mere postscript! But it doesn’t seem at all out of place. I can’t even get excited about it. I refused, of course I wonder if I should have said ves if he had asked me that other night out in the canoe. night Barker asked me to Monday. Dear Robert Brent: You wouldn't say the things you said last night if you didn’t mean them, would vou? Barker Wright might, but you wouldn't. It’s like you to want me to meet your sister, to “‘guarantee your respectability As though it needed any rua ntet It’s strange that I should feel so ire about vou, as though I'd known yo yr i rh tl ¢ ALK We nie da Dearest: I read your letter and read and read and read it Especially by daylight | ve learned to distrust moonlight and I love to know you wrote it in your hot office, the hades down to keep out the sun, your stenog! ipher s type vriter clicking and the newsboys shouting just outside your cow It takes happiness out of the dressed tor-a-party class and makes it seem s eve a ish, so dear and dept dal I¢ An in take the onder out ot 1 \ walt ( t ] ter a I f re 1) S H t | \\ l I \ ) [ \ Friday My dear: Do you suppose any man “my dear felt the way I am feeling? Oh, she couldn't have, because it isn’t just love that makes me feel like this—it’s loving } And there has never been anybody else like you. Do you know that you are No, I’m not going to make you con eited. I have written to the superintendent, a you wanted me to, about breaking my con I’m sure it will be all right. To t that I should be giving up Tommy Watt hen I’m in such wonderful conditior to cope with him! All life seems like a dream and I keep waiting for the alarm clock and the chilly morning. I can’t mind on anything I’m doing, just fc It takes me half an hour to lac shoe In thirt t ye pulling in. I never train will | thirty could seem so * ~ 1] ? , ; voman ever called a and ou. ‘ JUST Keep m) yr thinking of you | ‘ al hours dreamed that your hours long to wait when this letter So just to engaged to a highly I suppose there was a time would have sounded silly to me remind you entimental flapper but a young person, I in four furrin tongues Je t'aime kk h liebe dich. Io t’amo. that ou arent educatk shall tell vou the latest ne Jeg elsker Dig! ALICI Do you remember—a generation or so ago—telling a nervous wreck of a school ma’am to go find herself a sweetheart ? 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. E L A I —e s October, 1920 ' HOME JOURNA FINDING TIME TO MAKE II OME AS FASCINATING AS THE MOVIES Arve you spending so much energy on the family meals that none is left to meet the problem of growing minds? yl Ww NE minute they are babies, and the next—or so it seems—they are almost grown; independent, planning their own affairs, resenting advice and 1g a new generation’s styles and ideas. \\hat a lot you must accomplish in that quickly gx moment! Did you ever see a moving belt in a y, carrying packages in front of busy workers? me and tide, the belt waits for no man—and as it along, every process must be completed swiftly, , perfectly. There is no time for hesitation—the r stops. q re is that same ceaseless insistence in the speed vhich children grow up. If you are ever to shape characters, it must be today. » rapidly approaching time when your children will be out in the world for themselves, what kind of ries of their childhood will they have? Will they remember home as Home—or merely as the house they ved in? f your means were as limitless as the sky, you could give them nothing more precious than the memory of a ther who always had time to be a pal. \ thousand attractions lure the modern child from -the mother who wins out in her competition with can do so only by using her wits. She must make so attractive, so interesting that the movies will their fascination. What particular form of entertainment shall be used sathing every mother must decide for herself. But th m of how to find time to play more is almost

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a oe x —— = ee. = ee a ee LAWN - BATISTE HANDKERCHIEF LINEN NET: ORGANDIE - VOILE DOTTED SWISS HOME JOURNAL October, Fine cotton and linen blouses need as careful laundering as silk ones UST because they weren’t silk you thought they could be laundered any old way—your blouse all of rose col ored voile and the slim French chemise of flesh batiste banded with soft old blue. So you calmly put them in with the regular laundry, with the thick, heavy, strong things. But how soon they grew sad and worn! How quickly they lost the charm of their freshness! The rose blouse was quite dead and lifeless with its tiny tucks all scattered, the frilly collar frayed and torn. And the hemstitched bands on your chemise were just thin, miserable strings of material. They looked a fright on you! It was so unnecessary—not the least bit their fault. All the pretty things needed to make them last was the same gentle Lux laundering that you always give your si/k blouses and underwear. Fine cotton and linen fabrics cannot stand ordinary scrubbing any more than georgettes and chiffons. Rubbing rough ens them, takes away their nice smooth ness. It tears their fine hemstitching and handmade seams, and works havoc with lovely lace! Don’t go on washing your voile and batiste blouses the old, ruinous way. Treat them as carefully as you do your crépe de Chine ones. Just pure bubbling Lux suds to dip them up and down in. And the rich Lux lather to be pressed To launder lingerie through the soiled spots. Even their ] filet collars and cuffs will come from these areful suds unharmed. Your batiste and lawn underthings vou can make them last twice as long. You can put valenciennes edgings and insertions into these bubbling suds without one qualm. Use Lux for all your fine lingerie things. You can keep them whole and beautiful longer than you ever before thought possible. The grocer, druggist and department stores have Lux. Lever Bros. Co., Cambridge, Mass. blouses and underthings Use one tablespoonful of Lux to a gallon of water. Whisk into a rich lather in very hot water. Let white things soak for a few minutes, then dip them What sa thin em up and down. Press the suds through again and in - ‘ ‘ ° "Ne y again. Do not rub. Rinse in three hot waters and ft c | dry in the sun. i ' For colors add cold water until suds are just luke- you 7 . : 4 wit warm. Wash quickly and rinse in three lukewarm 7 " waters. Dry in the shade. ™% d i 1 1ere red ~ ‘ e, \ y al 4 -w] ki “ Copyrighted 1920, by Lever Bras. \*- ted ™ SR a EEA SER A PRIETO PME .

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er, 1920 T H HOME JOURNAL V1 FINDING TIME TO MAKE OME AS FASCINATING AS THE MOVIES Are you spending so much energy on the family meals that none 1s left to meet the problem of growing minds? NE minute they are babies, and the next—or so it seems—they are almost grown; independent, planning their own affairs, resenting advice and ng a new generation’s styles and ideas. at a lot you must accomplish in that quickly ng moment! Did you ever see a moving belt in a ry, carrying packages in front of busy workers? ime and tide, the belt waits for no man—and as it ilong, every process must be completed swiftly, i, perfec tly. There is no time for hesitation—the ver stops. that Same ceast le insistence in the speed which children grow up. If you are ever to shape characters, it must be today. In the rapidly approaching time when your children will be out in the world for themselves, what kind of nories of their childhood will they have? Will they renember home as Home—or merely as the house they ived in? If your means were as limitless as the sky, you could give them nothing more precious than the memory of a mother who always had time to be a pal. \ thousand attractions lure the modern child from -the mother who wins out in her competition with them can do so only by using her wits. She must make home so attractive, so interesting that the movies will se their fascination. What particular form of entertainment shall be used sa thing every mother must decide for herself. But the blem of how to find time to play more is almost 2 ee A dish as ornamental as it is appetizing ons butter, add 3 table poon flour; Add Mg cup evap rated miik and cup water or I cup fresh milk and cook until mix- felt 2 table ix thoroug ~ re thickens. Pour over Libby’ s Dried Beef. Serve h cauliflower which has been cooked fifteen minutes n boiling salt water oe ; bog . sal. There is so much work in a house that is ' T y essential: : . oF , , : tof it, howe ver, isnot essential, and 1t1s by cutting n the unnecessary work that thousands of women time and energy to do the really Important t lite. as one example, consider the cooking question. isily, how quickly, 1t can be done now, compared the old days! apoio tL ven the meat dish—as witnessed by those shown on ige—no longer presents any difficulties! It is now le to prepare the most delectable dishes in practi- no time at all. Because with Libby’s Packaged Lavaca Peppers k one cup rice in boiling, salted water until tender. ain and mix with an equal amount of Libby's rned Beef. Season with butter and salt. Stuff green ppers with this mixture and bake twenty minutes in noderate oven cows you are not “starting from scratch.” They come with all the heavy work of cooking done. t housewives in America are now depending on ilmost-ready-to-serve meats. They have learned here are no finer meats obtainable than Libby’s ged Meats—Corned Beef, Dried Beef, Vienna ge, Veal Loaf and a long list of other delicacies. y are packaged in Chicago—meat center of the —where the choicest meats are available to the kitchens. Only cuts from fresh, Government ted meats are used. te the Nw 8 They come to you in air-tight containers, which, when opened, reveal the meats as fresh as on the day they were packed. You will find that Libby’s meats have a flavor and tenderness that home cooking of ordinary meats can- not approach. Shown on this page area few suggestions for new and delightful ways of serving these meats. Begin tomorrow to let Libby ’s meats save time for you. , **Book of Five Minute Meats’’—Free WRITE for the Libby “Book of Five Minute Meats,” a book of simple recipes & Vienna Sausage ala Waldorf Cut apples and celery in small pieces and moisten with mayonnaise dressing. Serve on crisp lettuce with Libby's Vienna Sausage devised by Libby’s expert chefs to lighten the burden of cooking and save time for the homemaker. Every dish is attractively illustrated in full colors and is accompanied by complete cooking instructions. Write for your copy today. It is Free. Your grocer has Libby’s Packaged Meats or will gladly get them for you. IBBY’S MUSTARD—Try Libby’s Mustard with Libby’s meats. Anunusually good mustard—not too Prepared in five minutes for the unexpected guest Chill Libby’s Veal Loaf. Slice and arrange on a platter with spiced crab apples or pickled peache “tangy,” not too mild, delightful in flavor, it adds a touch of savoriness that puts an edge on the dullest appetite. Libby, MSNeill & Libby 110 Welfare Bldg., Chicago 9 Libby. M‘Neill & Libby, of Can , Ltd. Chatham, Ontario, Canada ony,

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i : : a Fans ” aoe hs PTS OPN TT 8 RT HIN —— Pe HOME JOURNAL | sab ae LAWN - BATISTE HANDKERCHIEF LINEN NET: ORGANDIE : VOILE DOTTED SWISS —_ Sorat) oa rar —~_ 262 CaCIED On ere vrrsy x stv eee oak con weenie Fine cotton and linen blouses need as careful laundering as silk ones UST because they weren't silk you thought they could be laundered any old way—vyour blouse all of rose col ored voile and the slim French chemise of flesh batiste banded with soft old blue. So you calmly put them in with the regular laundry, with the thick, heavy, strong things. But how soon they grew sad and worn! How quickly they lost the charm of their freshness! The rose blouse was quite dead and lifeless with its tiny tucks all scattered, the frilly collar frayed and torn. And the hemstitched bands on your chemise were just thin, miserable strings of material. They looked a fright on you! It was so unnecessary—not the least bit their fault. All the pretty things needed to make them last was the same gentle Lux laundering that you always give your si/k blouses and underwear. Fine cotton and linen fabrics cannot stand ordinary scrubbing any more than sveorgettes and chiffons. Rubbing rough ens them, takes away their nice smooth ness. It tears their fine hemstitching and handmade seams, and works havoc with lovely lace! Don’t go on washing your voile and batiste blouses the old, ruinous way. Treat them as carefully as you do your crépe de Chine ones. Just pure bubbling Lux suds to dip them up and down in. And the rich Lux lather to be pressed To launder lingerie through the soiled spots. Even their 7 _ 1? ~ filet collars and cuffs will come trom these careful suds unharmed Your batiste and lawn un lerthings you can make them last twice as long. You can put valenciennes edgings and insertions into these bubbling suds without one qualm. Use Lux for all your fine lingerie things. You can keep them whole and beautiful longer than you ever before thought possible. The grocer, druggist and department stores have Lux. Lever Bros. Co., Cambridge, Mass. blouses and underthings Use one tablespoonful of Lux to a gallon of water. Whisk into a rich lather in very hot water. Let waters. white things soak for a few minutes, then dip them up and down. Press the suds through again and "again. Do not rub. Rinse in three hot waters and dry in the sun. For colors add cold water until suds are just luke- warm. Wash quickly and rinse in three lukewarm Dry in the shade. Copyrighted 1920, by Lever Bros. Ce S 1 A « ght ige wi nbi il len int da idk n, d e du fashior than a blue ve ticular rhe one of caded the san seen fo tlowers ifter se freshne icher | familia: stale. ollar comple ike ; chic.”’ Anot ymbin etamine ncy s tis of e got i d cat ispate 1 the : lastenin nicke th a hat is | soft rpin e-glas Che ges O hich | that the { onh ~¥s nan says J

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W4 tober, 1920 CONTINUED FROM PAGE 52) \n outstanding fashion feature the season is the fact that suit : ts are longer than at any pre- * us time, which not only strikes mart note in style but is also tinctly economical, as the suit t can be worn as a suit, and the t is so fashioned that it can be n over dresses as a top-coat. e is a double service with cor- style added; the difficulty, vever, is in maintaining the cor- t length. The suit coat must be ther too long nor too short; my sonal preference is for a rela- ely long coat that reaches about inches above the bottom of skirt. Like Fall Foliage \ lO the season's colors, indi cations are that they will be ght with the radiance of fall ige, in which the major colors worked in with dull golds and nbrandt browns. Shades of m and grape will be much in lence, and colors built on this nd-tone are neither too bright lay use nor too somber to be lered ‘old.’ I always like a h, dark Burgundy, especially in e dull materials that are now in fashion. There is nothing smarter than a black or very dark navy blue veil to be worn with this par- ticular shade. Che redingote is very smart, and one of my loveliest is made of bro- caded meteor. It is practically the same style dress which has been seen for many years, yet, like the lowers we see blooming season ifter season, it conveys a touch of ireshness that makes it all the cher and all the newer, from a iniliarity that custom cannot stale. Beaver fur that trims the llar and the tunic conveys a impleteness of harmony that will ike almost any figure appear chic.” \nother interesting frock is a bination of serge and printed tamine, and it expresses the buoy- y so indigative of the times. of the GRemise type that can got into in bout thitty seconds 1 can be*fastened with similar spatch, because the opening, is 1 the simple underdress, with no stening of any kind on the \icked overdress. It is trimmed th a passementerie ornament it is made of folds of material | softened every five inches with rpin knots made of a small silk glass cord. The models sketched in these ges offer a wide selection—one ch helps to confirm the idea there are no laws of fashion only principles of good taste. HOME JOURNAL ————— — SMART FROCKS FOR DAYTIME WEAR Of Silk and Wool and Velvet Harry Collins Patterns may be purchased from any store selling Home Patterns; or by mail, postage prepaie’, if you address the Home Pattern Company, 18 East Eighteenth Street, New York City. Dresses, thirty-five cents ; Skirts, thirty ce: ts: Coats, thirty-five cents; Waists, thirty cents. Designs from Harry Collins Navy tricotine, which makes so many of the new winter frocks, ha been cut along becoming lines in the afternoon dress above. from th fastening of the drapery depends plaiting of mahogany silk crép and, though there is no belt in front one crosses the back. No pattern i ; offered for this mo lel You couldn't do better than ch black velvet for the trot-about frock ¢ mutums Par Dbonsor } r ashion uor j ’ ( 1 j ’ } } mes ir j Mi iy r Little disks of black patent leather applied with royal blue silk, give the ich that is different to the black epe de Chine at the left in t (Jver the flesh dored « "4 ties in a careless bow in the back Though the harem effe t of the skirt s pretty, itis by no means necessary to the success of the costume. For th ne secures pattern number two th and eight hundred and twenty which comes in sizes sixteen to eight- een and thirty-six to fort The craze for plaitir by no means spent. In the all-around rock at the extreme left four straight lengths of tricotine have been accor dion plaited and attache shallow yoke and then to the und side of the skirt hem. A long ta ord Serve ] as : rdle uv leeply collars and cuffs this wear able model. ‘The pattern is number two thousand eight hundred and twenty-four, in sizes thirty-six to jorty-two,

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SE ET ee ee THE LAdIes P October, 192: a0) HOME JOURNAL Women of America! You are interested in the election of Cox and Roosevelt Democratic Nominees for President and Vice-President of the United States for it means PERMANENT PEACE, PROGRESS, PROSPERITY and the Recog- nition of Women’s Value as Citizens of the Republic :: Their records as officials and constructive Statesmen, and the platform upon which they seek the support of the men and women of the Nation, guarantee their continued adherence to principles that will safeguard Home and Country ~s a — _ [5 Remote TT ee “+ eG, oon a oye ee PHOTO © BAKER GOV. JAMES M. COX | PHOTO © LUCIAW.WEEKS MRS. JAMES M. COX AND BABY ANNE JAMES M. COX, JR. PHOTO BY MAYFIELD 3 HOWARD KEEPING THE FAITH *If ye break faith with us who die, We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. E advocate the immediate ratification of the Treaty with- out reservations which would impair its essential integrity: but do not oppose the acceptance of any reservations making clearer or more specific the obligations of the United States to the League Associates. Only by doing this may we retrieve the reputation of this nation among the powers of the earth and recover the moral PHOTO BY HARWOOD MRS. HELEN COX MAHONEY Daughter of Governor Cox, and wife of Captain Dan Mahoney, soldier and publisher JOHN WM. COX PHOTO BY MAYFIELD & HOWARO leadership which President Wilson won, and which Repub- lican politicians at Washington sacrificed. Only by doing this may we hope to aid effectively in the restoration of order throughout the world, and to take the place which we should assume in the front rank of spiritual, commercial and industrial advancement.— Democratic National Platform. * From ‘Flanders Fields,"" Courtesy of G. P. Putnam's Sons, Publishers TLVEhy Abiiil

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Social Service and Legislation A Governor who has fostered the interests of the women and children of his State—and a platform that will do as much and more for those of the Nation Governor Cox’s Record of Legislation In his three terms as Chief Executive of Ohio, Governor Cox brought about the enactment of the following laws : Labor Reforms Fe provision for dependents of men killed in mines. Elimination of sweatshop labor. Minimum wage and shorter workday for women. Codification of child laws with the establishment of child welfare department. Compulsory provision for mothers’ pensions. Social Service Laws to provide against adulteration of foodstuffs, and to prevent com- bination to fix prices. Establishment of a state tuberculosis hospital and district hospitals throughout the state by county action. Adoption of health code, with a special appropriation to combat epidemics and conta- gious diseases. Formation of a state-wide social agency committee, bring- ing into mutual operation all recognized social agencies of the state (the only one of its kind in the Union)—having complete co-operation with state departments. (Other states are accepting this as model.) Establish- ment of a bureau of juvenile research, looking toward the elimination of causes which produce defective children. Recommendation and passage of state legislation for woman suffrage (now pending under referendum). Education Additional pay for teachers. Consolidated schools in excess of 1200, with full high school courses, have supplanted more than five times that number of one-room school houses. To meet emergencies, provision has been made for state aid to weak school districts, so that educational facilities of Ohio rural communities are equal to the best in the city. Establishment of Courts of Domestic Relations in larger counties of the State. Creation of a State Board for Vocational Education to promote this system in the public schools. Vocational training for blind children. Provision for an institution for treatment and education-of deformed and crippled children. Granting children of school age, who are inmates of a county, semi-public, or district children’s home, the privileges of public schools. This is but a brief résumé of the many accomplishments of Governor Cox in his executive service. Democratic Party’s“Promissory Note” Planks from Platform adopted at the San Francisco Convention, July 2, 1920 Woman Suffrage ' ) 7 E endorse the proposed 19th amendment of the Constitution of the United States granting equal suffrage to women. We congratulate the legislatures of the 35 states which have already ratified said Amendment, and we urge the Democratic Governors and legislatures of Tennessee, North Carolina and Florida, and such States as have not yet ratified the Federal Suffrage Amendment to unite in an effort to complete the process of ratification and secure the 36th State in time for all the women of the United States to participate in the Fall election. We commend the effective advocacy of the measure by President Wilson. Welfare of Women and Children We urge co-operation with the States for the protection of child life through infancy and maternity care; in the prohibition of child labor and by adequate appropriations for the Children’s Bureau and the Women’s Bureau in the Department of Labor. ~ Women In Industry We advocate full representation of women on all commissions dealing with women’s work or women’s interests, and a reclassification of the Federal Civil Service free from discrimination on the ground of sex; a continuance of appropriations for education in sex hygiene; Federal legislation which shall insure that American women residents in the United States, but married to aliens shall retain their American citizen- ship, and that the same process of naturalization shall be required for women as for men. Education Co-operative Federal assistance to the States is immediately required for the removal of illiteracy, for the increase of teachers’ salaries, and instruc- tion in citizenship for both native and foreign-born; increased appropri ation for vocational training in home economics; re-establishment of joint Federal and State employment service with women’s departments under the direction of technically qualified women. The vision which met the needs in Ohio will meet the needs in the country

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FASHION DECREES SHORT SKIRTS AND SLENDER LINES FOR WINTER Designs by Harry Collins To drape one’s frock is correct, but to continue the drapery from the front around to the back and strike a Grecian note is to be the last word in French fashion. The shimmering satin of the pearl gray evening gown below follows this mode, but through eyelets cut in both the front and the back there ruas a confining sash. The long close- fitting under bodice, the looped strings of beads in front and the sash itself are all of a brilliant royal blue velvet that strikes an interesting note of contrast As accessories, one will don silver gray satin slippers, buckled in rhine- stones, and carry a royal blue ostrich fan. The pattern is number two thou- sand eight hundred and twenty-six, and comes in sizes thirty-six to forty-two. HOME JOURNAL The topcoat adequately meets so many of our needs throughout the day that it has come to occupy a definite place in the wardrobe. For the model above, at the left, duvetine, in the soft tan color that is so modish, was the fabric chosen, and black Hudson seal the fur for trim- ming. There are pockets of Spanish suggestion, and, in order that the coat might not be unduly heavy, the fur bands the lower edge only on the sides. The em- broidery across the pockets is a simple stitch in dull turquoise and orange, and any solid pattern may be followed. A soft plain satin in a matching shade of tan makes an appropriate lining. The pattern is number two thousand eight hundred and twenty-one, and may be ob- tained in sizes from sixteen to eighteen and from thirty-six to forty. Perhaps it was the enormous demand jor English eyelet embroidery that in- spired the clothes creators of the world to elaborate the materials of dress by cutting out the design and embroidering the ragged edges that resulted. At any rate, this fashion is here for the coming season, and applies to everything from the heaviest silks to chiffons. The con- ventional pattern of the lovely warm gray silk crépe above, in the center, has been treated this way, and the raw edges buttonholed all around with thick gray silk threads. Beaver fur is the only addi- tional trimming note and is so arranged in the collar that the band may be untied to give the straight open-necked effect The lines, which are as well adapted to the matron as to her more slender sister, are so simple that no pattern is offered. October, 1920 When Paris thinks of coats she thir of duvetine, for it is of that thick, war soft-piled, pliable material of which majority of fall and winter wraps « made. The color, too, is as quick settled as the fabric—if it is not one the rich browns it is almost certain be tan. Inthecoat above, atthe right, duvetine has been used and made ali tailored lines. The severity is relieved b clever pocket arrangement and the ru{ fulled on just above the wrist in a fashi both odd and smart. A prim narrow b« which accorc's with the banding of collar and the sleeves, confines the sli fullness of the back and side fronts. 7 pattern number is two thousand eig/\! hundred and nineteen, and comes in siz sixteen to eigiteen and thirty-six forty-four. Harry Collins Patterns may be purchased from any store selling Home Patterns; or by mail, postage prepaid, if you address t' e Home Pattern Company 18 East Eighteenth Street, New York City. Dresses, thirty-five cents; Skirts, thirty cunts; Coats, thirty-five cents ; We ‘sts, thirty cents.

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ctober, 1920 HOME JOURNAL 61 BECOMING LONG LINES In Clothes for the Matron At the right mid- night blue tricotine is the fabric chosen. Simple braid embroidery is used for trim- ming. Embroid- ered flesh organdie bands the neck in front Street frocks from Carl Bonwit Combinations of fab- rics are still the fash- ion, and in the after- noon frock above crépe Georgette has been chosen for the waist and a silk with 2ig zagging stripes of em- broidery for the skirt The plaited Georgette waist, which extends below the girdle in the front as well as in the back, the low drapery of the skirt and the Geor- gette sash ends, with their tassels of wooden beads, all do their bit toward giving the length of line that is so desirable for the matron. Again a frock of black, and this time for afternoon Over a black-satin skirt that is caught in harem fashion in front and draped up a trifle shorter in the back, there is a tunic of black embroidered net. The simple drap- ery of the bodice is held by an Egyptian ornament, and in no way detracts from the length of line achieved by the close-fitting net sleeves and the straight tunic. Jenny of Paris sponsors this. The Paris house. of Callot Seurs origi- nated the lace frock above at the right Like many of the new clothes, it is black in color, relieved in this instance by a wide band on the skirt of fine white linen, em- broidered in black silk and finished with a hem of chiffon on the lower edge The drapery, which falls in a straight capelike effect in the back, crosses the upper part of the corsage in front and forms the J Sleeves Above is a simple dark- blue crépy silk street dress that will find a thousand and one uses in the wardrobe. The vest, which extends a bit below the girdle and by so doing satisfies both the requirements of fashion andof linefor thematron, is of metal brocade in the favored copper hue one HE new Fall styles are radically different! The complete presentation of all these styles is shown in this book — many illus- trated in color plates and elegant gra- vures. Every Bedell Style is an authentic New York Fashion —to be seen only in the metropolitan cities, andthe Bedell Cat- alog is the only _ book in which they are fully described | and illustrated. | Bedell Prices Lower The Bedell chain of stores, from New York to Los Angeles and all principal cities,constitutesacolos- Ye) sal Buying-Power,enabling Bedell ‘yy to offer the LOWEST PRICES at eae all times! The only fashion organ- ization of its kind that has a mail order service—giving the same fash- ions at the same low prices enjoyed by our large city clientele—no matter where you live! If You Want To See All Of The New Styles, Send For This Famous Book 4 | a |. = Va 5 We Guarantee to Please You Or Refund Money! QOEM000 000D za x Bedell Styles Radically Different From All Others ‘Shown By Catalog Houses ° Bedell Styles are designed specially for fashionable New York women They are recognized as New York's foremost Styles and best Values! Over a quarter of a century experience in serving the exacting metropolitan women has established for Bedell an international following and reputation—the largest | in the world! No. 1A258 Sulvertip Velour Coat Genuine Kii Coney Collar , Navy, Green Reindeer $25 Before you even think of buying any Fall and Winter Apparel, you should first consult the Bedell Cata- log! No woman should be without — nor mis countless Economies and Style Suggestion ‘Send Coupon For Free Catalog—Now! / Bedell Company 34th Street— / Fifth Avenue » New York City ° +> Please send me > your free Style & Catalog for Fall and » Winter. & ed fas 34th Street—Fifth Avenue / NEW YORK CITY | padres NewlorkStyleCatalog &r Falle Winter FRE i ae LE EES TS NSLS == = : = . = Berns —s en ee. ase eat ————

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October, 192 HOME JOURNAL BECOMING LONG LINES At the right is an excellent suit for general wear, fashioned from the softest of dark brown duvetine, checked with slender black lines. The jacket is fitted in a bit at the waistline and flares slightly below, while the skirt has a plait on each side to give com- fortable width for walking. In our women’s nightgowns, you buy the size that corre- sponds with bust , , measure—34, 36, 38, Men’s Night- il a) . ' etc Gowns full size gowns. Extra length : ‘ through sleeves, arm- and full cut, “ circular holes and bust bottom'’; provides comfort and warmth from head to toe New designs in flan- nelette for men and boys. Also in summer weights Health Hint: Fresh air is all about you, wait- ing to be let in. Get yours. —_- _*———— On men’s winter weight nightgowns, the circular bottom skirt is long and full and has no unneces- sary side openings. The extra width at hips, knees and bot- tom gives ample walk- ing room ani extra length keeps the Pajunettes.Sensi- ||| ] j ; | ankles covered and ble and comfortable at i LE ae warm. besides being dainty if ; . ; and smart. One piece. Elastic at ankle to keep trouser leg down, Very popular for misses and women, Summer and winter materials. pa ian {Rethac Sf ERE RA Cleat, Large sleeves and wide armholes make Brighton-Carlsbad more comfortable. No binding or tearing out Enough buttons so front does not gap or pull apart. For motoring, steamer or sports wear, there is above the all-enveloping coat of rough plaided wool. The great collar, which has a smart open : seam on each shoulder Warm, ‘Tailored concen ad Sleeping wear standing feature of the newest winter wraps You believe in the cool, ventilated sleeping room because it is healthful. But a warm sleeping garment is essential if the full benefit of fresh air is to be enjoyed. The finest warm sleepingwear made is to be procured in the Brighton-Carlsbad fall and winter weights. That is because of the soft downy materials, and because Brighton-Carlsbad is more generously cut and better tailored. Women are delighted to find in Brighton-Carlsbad a warm sleeping garment which is also chic and dainty. Extra roominess at bust, armholes and hips. Leadership size and workmanship hidden. When Brighton-Carlsbad is the recognized standard of highest quality. In all there are 517 styles—for men, women and children. Specially designed garments for infants. All made in both summer and winter materials. How to Buy Nightwear Have the dealer unpin the garment. Don’t buy sleepingwear folded with the Brighton-Carlsbad is opened out you know at once that you have found the better nightwear—in fabric, size and care in making. Write for Free ‘‘ Nightie Book’’ Send for this unique little book show- ing nightwear for all the family. Both winter and summer materials. Illustra- tions in color. Mailed free upon request. H. B. GLOVER COMPANY Dept. 24, Dubuque, Iowa / ) . le ac » )Vrite us now and arrange to handle this fastest selling line CALETS ¢ for next spring and fall (1921). . TON RS TLSAD SLEEPINGWEAR Models from Mangone For church and formal calls, there is the handsome suit above, made of black wool duvetine and trimmed with mole, the most flattering of all furs. The dra- pery and closing of the coat are interesting features, for the combination is achieved by two narrow sashes, one of which is attached to each end of the surplice collar. One sash, of course, slips through a slash under the right arm, in order to reach the back, where the two are tied. At the left is a luxurious coat of black duvetine, with a waist-deep collar and broad band of mole about the hips. The matron will be enchanted with this, for every line bespeaks dignity and elegance. The liningof such a coat is of the same shade as the fur. It is usually perfectly plain with- out any pattern. Satins or crépe de Chines are most frequently used for this purpose. These clothes have been sketched for the style suggestions they offer and no patterns are supplied

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192 \ctober, 1920 HOME JOURNAL Makes Glorious Dishes , “ARMOUR 2A MACARONI DM ¢ 74 SCIENTIFICALLY MADE AT BATTLE CREEK,MICH, MANUFACTURED AND GUARANTEED BY THE ». ARMOUR GRAIN COMPANY CHICAGO Macaroni That’s Exceptional In Form and Flavor nr eet) ¢ 6) HERE isa wonderful convenience and nicety CONVENIENT | to Armour’s Macaroni. In cooking it, or in | TO HANDLE |/i serving or eating it, you will find an unusual ease in handling that is greatly appreciated. Dishes both appetizing and attractive in appearance can be made of this short, uniform macaroni. It fits perfectly into any sort of dish—and is easy to eat. Firm, white and tender, with the sweet natural flavor of unadulterated wheat, Armour’s Macaroni is a thin-walled macaroni which cooks quickly and thoroughly, yet never results in an over- cooked paste. Try one of the simple, attractive recipes on the package. You will like any one you choose. These recipes were prepared by cooking experts with the greatest care to insure succtss. -Try them! Armour’s Macaroni, Spaghetti and Noodles are all made in a sunlit plant under scientific direction, at Battle Creek, Mich. Each one isa guaranteed product. Ask your grocer. You will order often, once you know their goodness. Manufactured by Armour Grain Company, Chicago Makers of Armour’s Guaranteed Cereals—Oats, Corn Flakes, Macaroni, Spaghetti, Noodles, Pancake Flour 63 = — Sa”

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he, ae ae a ae* ney _ ce gee eee ee 5 RES 64 = 1S —s — Tt # & LABDBitieégs HOME JOURNA Tt isa a of untel, ligent housekeeping Lo Possess a Simplex Children make a lot of tron- ing, but with a Simplex you never notice it! You sit down com- fortably and let the pieces glide through. Rompers, one-piece suits, little frocks—all quickly and easily and perfectly ironed The Ironer That Saves Health Strength and Charm HE Simplex, with its wonderful automatic feed-board control, permits a comfortable sitting position—adding still further to the ease with which ironing can be done on the Simplex. This is an exclusive Simplex feature! It is a mark of intelligent housekeeping to possess a SIMPLEX IRONER A family ironing is finished in an hour on the Simplex— at a cost of only a few cents. Remarkable savings in fuel, help and laundry bills pay for the machine itself in a year. The Simplex is operated by electricity, heated by gas, gasoline or electricity. The reliable, pioneer ironer, used by 250,000 enthusiastic housewives. The Simplex is suited to house, apartment or farm-home use. Sold on easy payments. Write for our illus- trated booklet — which has full description American Ironing Machine Company, 503-168 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago Pacific Coast Office 431 Sutter Street, San Francisco Eastern Sales Office 70 W. 45th Street, New York Factories at Algonquin, Illinois We also make Ironing Machines and Laundry Equipment for laundries, hotels, institutions and factories

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\ LUCIE HAMAR SMART PARIS HATS Lucie Hamar’s hat is draped EVEI 7 NE tan velvet, MariaGuy's black VARON hatter's plush, and Evelyne , Varon's brown silk.

With Little or No Trimming

Again hatter’s plush in a softly draped \ gray hat from ‘ Maria Guy. { The brim forms the much-liked wing effect and is faced with gray partridge feathers. MARIA GUY

Maria Guy used nothing but navy hat- ter s plushrib- bon to make the all-day hat at the right, with its out- tanding bows of airplane insptration Hats importe Vogue Hat |

Maria Guy's black velvet picture hat above is as simple as it is lovely. Th crown has the tam-o- shanter effect this artist so much likes, while the brim is picoted and faced with black lace that ¢r- tends about an inch and a half beyond its edge

MARIA GUY Mary noon hat winter. crown its with jade-s ribbon

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MARY & ANNIE Annie's after- is as wearable in summer as "THERE is most surely a mental as well as physical charm enjoyed by the woman who wears fine underthings. velvet and the up- turned brim black lace banded M. Martin & Co. 102~108 Madison Avenue PLUME UNDERWEAR §

vould follow the Parisian mode, we will use little or no trimming upon our newest hats Mary and Annie chose leather-brown panne velvet for their very wear- able hat below and made even the loops that fash- ion the crown and the brim of velvet.

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T H Well-dressed YOUNGSTERS UCH of the charm of each Kaynee Wash Suit lies in its artistic simplicity . .. .a distinctive Kaynee achievement in boys’ tailoring. Details that mark well-bred wash- togs are carefully worked out. Every button is first quality. All seams are lock-stitched. Three-cord thread is used throughout. Materials are dyed in the yarn to make them sunproof and tubproof— they will not fade. The styles and designs are exclusive. > ““Let them grow up in Kaynee’ Creepers, Rompers, Wash Suits, Blouses, Youths’ Shirts, Undertogs, Pajamettes, and Covertogs. The Kaynee Company, Cleveland, Ohio Over Thirty Years of Satisfaction 66 HOME J 's & IOURNA October, I‘ one All of the latest collars roll high at the back, and some of the smartest fol- low the surplice line, like the scalloped organdie at the extreme left, edged with two tiny ruffles. 1 Fashion demands the chemisette, and in the center is an excellent model of sheer hand- tucked and corded organ- die. At the right plain organdie makes a chem- isette and collar with tiny scallops of cording ; THE NEWEST THINGS FOR OUR NECK AND HEELS A becoming bit of neckwear turns one’s simplest serge or $atin into a charming frock. At the left is a youthful bertha and cuff set of Mechlin and filet that will perform miracles in the college girl's wardrobe. The bertha fastens in back with cro- cheted buttons. At the right is a pair of the newest evening pumps for winter, which are not quite so pointed at the toes as formerly. These are of silver-gray satin \ and, with match- ing hose, will be worn with frocks of every color. | All Neckwear from Aitken Son & Co P : All Footgear from a D Gl] Slater For afternoon wear nothing could be better looking than the black patent leather pump above, with black suéde back and two suéde straps, only one of which buttons. The dress shoe at the right has a heel that is larger than last year's and is smartly made with a patent leather vamp and a kid top. On our satins and Georgettes we are to wear just such an organdie collar, cuff and belt set as the one above at the left. The belt closes in the back with tiny crocheted buttons. For our coat-dress is the net and Valenciennes gilet in the center, fastened with crocheted buttons. The white organdie set at the right, corded in navy organdie, is for our suit or serge frock. To wear with woolen stockings for walking, there is the black Oxford of Norwegian grain leather, with new halfesquare toe, above at the left. The tan walking boots of Scotch grain, in the center, lace up the front, have wing tip and medium low heels. At the right are brown Russia leather Oxfords, with medium square toe, correctly worn with tan spats,

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He cannot tell you— but you HIS is the feeling I am left with after reading the letters men have written me. Convention has sealed his lips. If the thing of which you are so blissfully unconscious were only a streak Of soot across your Chin, an inch OF pett- coat snov g DE Ww \ skirt, a hairpin out Of place ven an impertinent ws nole above the heei of your oxford he might mention It. > > > J . But this is differen It is so personal. And yet, since it is vital to your happiness, you have a right to know it. I E That is why | have felt justified in taking up arms against the conspiracy of silence that sur- rounds the subjeét, and publishing the faéts about perspiration. In doing so I counted on criticism, and I got it. But all through it, it has been wonder- fully gratifying to receive, as I have, scores of letters from both men and women, supporting and approv- ing these frank discussions. An old fault—common to most of us It is a physiological faét that there are very few persons who are not subject to perspiration odor, though seldom conscious of it themselves. _ Per- spiration under the arms, though more active than elsewhere, does not always produce excessive and noticeable moisture. But the chemicals of the body do cause noticeable odor, more apparent under the arms than in any other place. The underarms are under very sensitive nervous control. Sudden excitement, embarrassment even, serves as a nervous stimulus sufficient to make per- spiration there even more a¢tive. The curve of the arm prevents the rapid evaporation of odor or mois- and the result is that others become aware of t > ture

this subtle odor at times when we least suspect it How well-groomed men and women are meeting the situation Well-groomed men and women ev meeting this trying situation with methods t simple and « lr} iV url not be neglected any 1 in a S of personal cleanliness. They give it the regular attention that they give to their hair, teeth, or hanc Ihey use Odorono, a toilet lotion specially prepare to correét both perspiration moisture and odor. Odorono was formulated by a physician who knew that perspiration, because of its peculiar qual- ities, is beyond the reach of ordinary methods of cleanliness—excessive moisture of the armpits is due to a local weakness. Odorono is an antiseptic, perfeétly harmless. Its regular use gives that absolute assurance of perfect daintiness that women are demanding—that con sciousness of perfect grooming so satisfying to men. It really corres the cause of both the moisture and odor of perspiration. Make it a regular habit! Use Odorono regularly, just two or three times a week. At night before retiring, put it on the un-

have a right to know derarms. Allow it to dry, and then dust on a little talcum. The next morning bathe the parts with clear water. The underarms will remain sweet an tanc ! Dail W rat leaning will not remo\ U omplete 1 pensive annoyance. I tr ll in any unusual Way, or Nay na any dimecuifty 1n « relief, let us help you solve your problem. W rite today for our free booklet. You’ll find some very interesting information in it about all perspiration troubles! Address Ruth Miller, The Odorono Company, 718 Blair Avenue, Cincinnati, Ohio. At all toilet counters in the | States and Canada, 35c, 6oc and $1.00. By mail, postpa dealer hasn’t it Men will be interested in reading our booklet, «<The Assurance of Perfeét Grooming.’ Address mail orders or requests as follows: For Canada to The Arthur Sales Co., 61 Adelaide St. East, Toronto, Ont. For France to The Agencie Américaine, 38 Avenue de |’Opéra, Paris. For Switzerland to The Agencie Américaine, 17 Boule vard Helvétique, Geneve. For England to Th American Drug Supply Co., 6 Northumberland Avenue, London, W. C. 2. For Mexico to H. E. Gerber & Cia., 2a Gante, 19, Mexico City. For U. S. A. to The Odorono Company 718 Blair Avenue, Cincinnati, Ohio

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| GRACEFUL DRAPERY MARKS THE MODE ' For the Autumn Wedding Created by Mme. Louis Cerlian RADITION and fashion both decree that the bride who is a bride for the first time shall wear white, and, to be eminently correct, she must have her gown made of satin, or satin and a tulle-like tissue. Even in trimming there is little permissible choice, for any elaboration must be achieved by delicately wrought real lace, or em- broidery in light-hued silver threads, or in crystal and pearls. But trimming is by no means necessary; some of the most distinguished wed- ding gowns ever conceived have relied wholly upon elegance of fabric and beauty of line for their effect. Indeed, the bride’s gowns sketched on this page would be quite as distinctive without a bit of trimming. In details, such as neck line, length and width of skirt, sleeves and waist line, the wedding gown usually follows the mode of the moment, but an appearance of simplicity is always sought. Clouds of filmy tulle i-

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: and we will mail you a Dress held in place with orange blossoms or a band of satin or pearl embroidery yea d c= Direct are so much more youthful and becoming than lace that the bride is the vane latest ih fash A From almost certain to have her veil of this inexpen- ionable fall modes and —— qual This sive tissue. Since it goes without saying that telling you how to get the ut- most for your money. A book that will open your eyesto values that will show you justhowtohave the most aris- | tocratic fashions and a how to get ie the quality ma which means , perfect satisfac- tion. You must see the Baird-North all brides are lovely, jewelry is not desirable. In planning the frocks for her attendants, the bride has more latitude than in her own gown. Silks, satins and chiffons now come in such an infinite variety of soft beautiful colorings that she can achieve almost any background SL RE 2 we x

Ci Style Book to be + posted on what is H correct for this sea- ~ * son. Ask forit now i Mail coupon today. Stylish All-Wool Tricotine f Dress Thisdress would be noticed anywhere as a style creation 1 of most artistic merit. Made ‘= of fine, soft qual- a. ityallwoolTrico- 4 tine which is so popular now. Note the simple lines secured by * the designer to give the effect of youthful charm | ; and observe | 2 also the new ‘V’ { : shaped insert of rich silk satin at front, thisinsert being outlined with self color and silver braid.

The youthful bride will never look lovelier than in the wedding gown above. The foundation of white satin is veiled in fine net, em broidered in crystals and pearls The train, formed by two panels of satin, is attached only at th neck, and over the entire gown tulle is lavishly draped

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Picture the happy flower girl who precedes the bride attired in a frock of accordion plaited apricot chiffon with white lace band trimming, and a girdle of blue, green and rose velvet flowers, with fluttering ends of apri- for herself that she may fancy. One smart bride-to-be, whose marriage will be solemnized out of doors among the late blooming flowers, is having each of her attendants wear a different autumn tint. The

} MY A similar fea- tg i bt i ; rosgrain riooon P : 7 ture is found in Price oo ore . frocks shade from the rich yel : i} the back, the | > . ; : 7 ( coat effect waist | $39 75 ———— low, worn by the maid of honor, af similar satin in- —— P . to the warm leaf-brown of the im 2 et gens gel ; For the stately bride the distin- l bride _: 3 ‘le the & sert with the same pleasing braid ornamentation. or é stately ride ts ve ast ast bridesmaid. n sty e they ‘ The three-quarter length sleeves are finished with braid, satin . sf eens > ~~ > ry si > "aj re and fancy metallic ornaments. A finishing touch is given by guished gown at the right On er are ve ry simple ¥ I lain, square the chic leather belt. The lining is Jap silk. Women's sizes, white satin is a second drapery of necked, chiffon-sleeved velvet 34 to 44. Skirt length, 39 in. Misses’ sizes, 14 to 20 years - = . te Skirt, 36 in. Navy blue only. Order by No.12E3003. Be real lace that starts at the right bodic cs top satin skirts, ove J sure to give size. Price $39.75. Postage 16c extra. . which are long open-fronted Baird-N h Val Se Malek Marth shoulder in front. Low on the left hiff so aird-Nort QIUCS offerings you find side itis held by orange blossoms and chifton tunics, banc ed to the not only exclusive styles but exceptional material SORT FS OS Ppa UF OF Se enero ae depth ol eight inches with self 1 and thorough workmanship—you find every Baird , , , » hb , ) > > : o.8 , North garment a super-value—a garment which not setrg gers OS the back, cre — the toned and iridescent thread only dresses you fashionably but which will give you shouldersand fallsloosetoformtrain the best wear Send for the F 7 embroidery. The hats are large,

i \ Style Book w you in picturesque affairs, all in th detail how t xd \ a satel ded : ai same deep shade of autun pA w g ‘ brown. ey / But the bride whose wedding \ is to be in the more diml All-Wool lighted church or house will not \ ‘ lfelour choose such variegated frock for her attendants. Rather wil Suit she follow the designs below. The maid of honor’s i Made of soft, woolly . » he , , fabric. Coat oma gown at the left is yellou e mented by pin-tuck satin draped with yellow clusters at back where center panel net, embroidered with falls free below _ i hips. Pin-tucked gold threads. Tulle falls # pockets at sides 7 § ond pin tucks on jJrom the right shoulder, collar which may c » Io be closed high or and again from the left Ril low. Cross-over side, u hile gold lace 1 string belt Lined with printed silk forms the sleeves and the satin. Skirt gath- eredat back under double panel like trains an all ‘round } J beltandequip attached only at the neck. ped with pock ets. Women's sizes, 341046. Back coat ; length, 34 in. The h > , > { Skirt, 39 to 43 The bridesmaids will be in. Misses delighted with the ador- sizes, 14to20. F 7 Backcoat34in. able frock just at the Skirt, 38 in. : Colors, Rein right. Ofchangeable jeer Tan, Né ‘ f itien thedae apr ot-colored taffeta, F roes 2 it has the top of the bod- Tan by No. , 2eVveES ons of ti tye ice, sleeves and aprons « Blue by No. sheer cream silk lace 11E2007. Misses’ Rein- a deerTanbyNo. 11E 2009, Blue by No. LES ave8. At the extreme right is Ss d another creation for the en bridesmaids. Here or- Coupon chid taffeta fashions the Now—today—get the . Baird-North Style frock and silver lace Book. Don't miss see } ds ck 1 sleeves 16c extra. ing these advance fall fashions mands necR and Sleeves Give size and and the wonderful valuesofferedin

The roses upon the petal- like skirt are of the taf- feta, with edges button- holed in silver thread. skirt length every garment. Justsendthecoupon. <¢.%, ee ad BAIRD-NORTH Co. 377 Broad St. Providence, R. I. Gentlemen: Please send me a copy of your bookof ad vance + alae | Sketches by Irma Campbell

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i r, | 53 THE Lb AS : ® October, 1920 HOME JOURNAL 6s a } oe ; t , be { id ee % oy “Sas { } t ha ; | : i | LD 1a | i LMDIMON | oY” : 1) ‘ i “The most ancient, honorable, universal and 1 wholesome of all foods— Bredd”— Napoleon i : - i F your child does not play—if he shows an 1 incapacy for concentration —if he isn’t ambitiots—it is not mere indisposition—but ' it's because his brain and body lack nourish- i ment—he doesn’t get the right food. Give him plenty of good bread and butter a or good bread and milk, and boiled spinach : or plain salads. He then secures the vital elements of nourishment together with the vitamines and lime and iron. With these foods largely in his diet, watch his activity grow—see the healthy sparkle in his eye and the rich-red glow in his cheeks. RTS, echienermtnetominiinte vi ie. | took Science is behind the “back to Bread-and- Jown ” vhite Butter” movement. ; em | si Bread is your best food—eat more of it. | t the ’ % . | — aces Nearly all bakers use incy. ee ° , Hi hose Fyeischmanns Yeast | lize . Al late : because it makes the ih ving : : ar a best bread. if The i | yel Ht onor, | f the they at uare elvet ovel ynted » the self iread arge, » th tun iding lim! f ll not roc k r will w. ‘ y yi rf H Ay . | . i % Te * \ ‘hy Z t b ri é " a | i J —_ Ge i | nn ET \ f } ite | IN eS: > a ~ . — % et : * a? 7 at Painted for The Fleischmann Co. by Norman Rockwell ?

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't& s HOME JOURNA ideas 4 NEW YORK Mai dor [alc New Startling |! Its packing is sensational. Its startling fragrance is unusu- ally pleasing. This is what the modern woman desires. A new softness—a new fragrance— a new charm! Mai dor is the that a fragrance-weary world women has been waiting for. “Just what you might have expected of Vivaudou,” said one woman. “Truly, it is his Master Stroke !"’ Are you, too, tired of the ordinary odor of the ordinary talc? Then Mai d'or is just what you have wished for. Try this new Talc. A Startling Fragrance! It is impossible to make so good and so different a talc at the ordinary price. You will appreciate the differ- ence and be glad to pay a little more for the best PAINTED EXPRESSLY FOR Y, VIVAUDOU Send 15c to Vivaudou, Times Building;New York, for a generous sample of Mai d’or perfume SY FRED L. PACKER

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tober, 1920 HOME JOURNAL s i 4 t] { | | i 1) “The most ancient, honorable, universal and 1 wholesame of all foods— Bread”— Napoleon ! ! vs F your child does not play—if he shows an Wl a ty incapacity for$concentration—if he isn’t i 2% ambitious—it is not there indisposition—but it By it’s because his brain and body lack nourish _ i £ ment—he doesn’t get the right, food. : r Give him plenty of good bread and butter th or good bread and milk, and boiled spinach : or plain salads. He then secures the vital elements of nourishment together with the vitamines and lime and iron. With these foods largely in his diet, watch his activity grow—see the healthy sparkle in his eye and the rich-red glow in his cheeks. | Science is behind the “back to Bread-and- | Butter” movement. Bread is your best food—eat more of it. :' Nearly all bakers use ; Fleischmanns Yeast i because it makes the lf, y best bread. Painted for The Fleischmann Co. by Norman Rockwe

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A D I es HOME JOURNA a a RV 44 Oe Di@1e haa Mai dor Talc New Startling! Its packing is sensational. Its startling fragrance is unusu- ally pleasing. This is what the modern woman desires. A new softness—a new fragrance a new charm! Mai d'or is the talc that a fragrance-weary world of women has been waiting for. “Just what you might have expected of Vivaudou,” said one woman. “Truly, it is his Master Stroke |” Are you, too, tired of the ordinary odor of the ordinary talc? Then Mai d'or is just what you have wished for. Try this new Talc. ~ A Startling Fragrance! It is impossible to make so good and so different a talc at the ordinary price. You will appreciate the differ- ence and be glad to pay a little more for the best PAINTED EXPRESSLY FOR V, VIVAUDOU Send 15c to Vivaudou, Times Building, New York, for a generous sample of Mai d’or perfume SY FRED lL. PACKER

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WELL- PLANNED FROCKS For Every Need—From Eight to Fourteen

For festive occasions there is the pale pink Georgette over silver tissue at the left, with which one wears silver slippers and stock- ings. Pink ostrich, topped with several rows of crystal beads, edges the collar and over- skirt, and silver cloth makes the sash. Just below at the left is a dark blue wool Jer hool frock, with wool extbhroidery in soft

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0 NX, E In Both Taste and Style f If one has a rather formal nature and likes one's % coat a little dressy, there is the double-breasted y blue silvertone below at the right. Points of in- i terest to oneself, as well as to one's friends, are Trad ¥ the slashed pockets, the wide belt that crosses in © Mark of THE BorDEN Compas front and buttons on each side, and a snug beaver aici ee collar. When Sunday school is the objective, the hat is black velvet with a fetching white gros- grain ribbon bow across the front. But when one sallies forth to school on a stormy day one EN. dons the tan raincoat and cap below at the left Wh the. Z Of waterproofed silk, it has large patch pockets 2 Which the wgr aT pereafte® and—most wonderful of all!—a matching bag in Again, tenated, meatEveED Mae p at which to keep the cap in fair weather and carry “ratiee™POSition, ou label will peat one's treasures in wet a ' Zoerds et tea HE BORDEN COMPAN . EW York, U. S. A- From B. Altman & Co : 7 at is Dorden’s <r awkward age of ten « has attained the assur- e Van ance of sweet sixteen, } one may wear the Sports coat above with - equal equanimity. The ; ; : ‘ material is polo silver- MAGINE pure rich milk—milk from cows pasturing on cutie ten the ie Pama the green countrysides round about—simply condensed brown color and is left sothat youmaykeepasupplyonyourpantryshelf. Imagine untrimmed except for the added convenience of having it mixed beforehand with the tailored stitchings pure canesugar. This is Borden’s Eagle Brand—exactly what that finish all edges you buy inevery can. In every phase of manufacture it is so With this one dons a rigorously safeguarded that it reaches your home as pure vetvet or cloth “ny ~ and wholesome as it originally reached the Borden dairies. ee of brown squirrel Eagle Brandgiveswonderful resultsincooking. Next time you bake bread or cake try using this one staple instead of milk and sugar separately. You'll get a lighter, more uniform loaf—a richer, creamier pastry. For Eagle Brand supplies these two ‘me ingredients mixed much more thoroughly than you could as The fur coat below at the right is all to be blend them yourself, in such a way that acertain subtle flavor ' | desired between two and six, when white results. It is this ‘‘extra’’ deliciousness—this Eagle Brand sheared coney is the skin and beaver out- flavor—that gives an added zest to your old favorite recipes | | lines the pockets and collars and cuffs it : : ba But for the years of six to twelve there is the you never suspected before. Puddings, custards, cream pies, 1 ego ; “a : ? , \ Holland fur coat below in the center, belted cakes, muffins, waffles—not only desserts, but “ milk dishes halt nodat incl aa ‘ ‘ s ~ only in front and trimmed with black lynx in general—all are improved with Eagle Brand. —~ Just to test it out, try Eagle Brand in your coffee. Note the creaminess, the distinctive rich taste, the individual flavor that it gives every cup. So in all cooking, this same creami- ness is found. And besides, you'll find Eagle Brand dishes won't sour so quickly, nor become soggy and separate, as when made with plain milk. 73 , ’ JOIN THE BORDEN RECIPE CLUB Everyone is invited to compete in the prize recipe THE NATION’S contest now being held. Decide which is your best dessert using milk and sugar—send in the recipe only. MILK 54 prizes are to be awarded. You may be a winner. Membership costs you only 25c (there are no dues). Eagle Brand ; : : : This entitles you to receive, free, the new Borden Condensed Milk Recipe Album, showing you just how to apply Eagle Evaporated Milk Brand in cooking. This album consists of two stout Malted Milk covers and binder, with separate pages, so that addi- , tional recipes can be added in place from time to Milk Chocolate . ' . . aa time. Copies of prize recipes are also distributed. Condensed Coffee —_ Fill out the coupon below and mail today. = THE BORDEN COMPANY Established 1857 Borden Building New York City Bordens THE BORDEN COMPANY Borden Building, New York I wish to join the Borden Recipe Club. 25c membership fee enclosed. To th Kindly send me in return the new Recipe Album. Per Coun foam, Ban tt-Oo. su slo N Nothing would tempt the tiniest tot above at the left into being careless, for her pr mi ame coat is soft tan kitten’s-ear broadcloth and has its collar edged with beaver. The ba k, hem is uneven and finished with a cord at the top in quite grown-up fashion, while ‘od : : / Waist Addeos the matching hat is banded with beaver and boasts a fur tuft on its top. give 5 u had propor

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the Lee ur- en, the ith The tble left for ngs Jes sa und uff » be hite ul- il the rx HOME JOURNAL CWRREC T O£3 7.9 The foundation of good dress, like the foundation of good art, is an understanding of proportions and grace of line. In the figure of every woman lie the possibilities of beauty, yet so | elusive that an ill-chosen corset may distort it to unattractiveness. YZ fT IN |, The most beautiful line of a woman’s figure is the graceful curve from the armpit to the ankle. The beauty of this line i determines the effective- ness of all your clothes. 0 fie A recognized authority on women’s dress has said that if you would have an infallible guide to determine what is becoming, you must master the correct line of the individual figure. i Study yourself; conserve the flattering lines of your figure and subdue the inartistic details. Shun the artificial in corsetry. The “ tight waist’”’ or the appearance of obvious corsetry 1s conspicuous!) un smart; if there is a bit more indication of waistline in some of the accepted Autumn and Winter modes, it is gained by the skill of the dressmaker who fashions the clothes to follow more closely the lines ie of the figure so the accent at the waist becomes largely a matter of F s optical illusion. - ° ri As more and more women have come to a knowledge of those things that are the fundamentals of all good dressing, the demand for Gossard vi Front Lacing Corsets has grown amazingly. There is not a type of ? figure, however unusual or difficult to fit, but can be successfully ii corseted in these original front lacing corsets, and in them women of i every type have found complete expression of their ideas of becom- ingness and good taste. The H. Ht 4 Gossard Co. : Toronto Chicago New York Buenos Aires GOSSARD 7 72:5; CORSETS 4 are sold conditional upon your complete satisfaction. At this time, when generally un- H satisfactory buying conditions make the thoughtful purchaser hesitant, it is reassuring : to know that Gossards are still moderately priced, while the high standard of Gossard manufacture has been so consistently maintained that you may buy every Gossard Corset 4 with the assurance that it is worth every cent you pay for it — worth it in style; worth it in of the comfort of its healthful support; worth it in a wearing service that alone justifies its cost. rt To the comfortable per su sion of a Gossard, the . minent hips, the fleshy back, and the too-short Woistline of maturity sie way to the gracefu\ You will find Gossards at those stores that merit your confidence by offering only mer- broportions of youth. chandise of unquestionably superior quality.

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DURABLE - DURHAM HOSIERY Made Strongest Where the Wear is Hardest H Keep down family expenses | —buy hosiery that wears longer OU know how little Durable- DURHAM costs when you know ‘ how long it wears. That’s why this hosiery is so economical. | Durable- DURHAM wears and wears. fi Several pairs will last you— without it holes—through long, hard service. Every pair is made strongest where the wear is hardest. You save money in the fewer new pairs to buy. Get Durable-DURHAM for every member of the family. It comes in all styles and sizes. Fine silk-mercerized socks and stockings for dress and busi- ness wear. Heavier weights for work and outdoor wear. And Durable- Ds DURHAM stockings for children always it wear longer. | Durable- DURHAM is made by the world’s largest hosiery manufacturers. Quality yarns and careful workmanship contribute to beauty as well as wear. The trade-mark ticket attached to each pair is your guarantee. To be sure it is Durham hosiery always look for it. VRAB Cae ee "Pane mane Was eRe DURHAM HOSIERY MILLS, Durham, N. C. Sales Offices: 88 Leonard Street, New York HOME JOURNAL October, piece. “exactly the same pile. SMART, AREN'T THEY! (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 42) silver fox for the equivalent of thirty dol- lars. Presently the German Government forbade the export of furs and pianos and other commodities of value, but in the mean- time I looked at many a fox and stole. ‘Where did this one come from?” I asked of a salesgirl in regard to a piece of lovely brown marten which she had placed around my neck, ‘“* America,” she answered. “Well, I don’t want it then,” I answered. “T’m American myself and will you tell me why I should come to Germany to buy American furs?” Quick as a flash she picked out another Tt. was exactly like the first and from Not to miss a sale she said: “‘ Now, here’s one; it’s from Russia.”’ As I pondered on her falsehood she began to argue. ‘But, madame, if you're staying some time in Europe, why not a ray of sun. This circumstance is what his made those sables the finest. In our count), I have been in the North wheres trapp have set out on their lonely trails on foo. They have started with great bags of p: visions in gunny sacks and slung the bags intervals over trees in order to insure food for their long, freezing, solitary march hom: ward. The wearing of furs may be a gn garious occupation, but the securing of the is solitary and stretches far First Fur Coat Made in America ISTORY has it that the first fur coat existence was produced in America. || was, in silhouette, much the shape of a me sack and greatly admired. Smart wom: took up the style immediately. Previous) everybody from kings on down had en ployed furs e) clusively as buy something from America? They are so much better than all others. We all look now to America for furs.” While the other nations have been oc- cupied with kill- ing one another, America has quietly and peaceably made itself the fur cen- ter of the world. Nowhere else are there such skins to work on and nowhere else a higher skill dis- played in the working. We are indebted to the Slavic races for the latter—to the Hungarians in particular— and in the years just preceding the war they came here in numbers. For the pres- tige of our market the American Gov- linings If we were t! makers of tl first coat of th kind, I think we have further had a say in the fashioning and the workmanship of the last. Our styles are as good as the best in furs and at times our judgment, our taste and our supplies have been called into requisition on foreign orders. Not long ago a very rich woman persuaded her husband of her need of a coat made of the finest Russian — sables. He was quick to see her necessity and gave his con- sent. She took the first boat for Paris and the first motor car for the smartest shop in the French capital “T wish a very long, full coat of your richest ernment is in part responsible. Since it has taken over the control of the killing of our seals in \laska it has also governed the ‘sale of their skins. The location ofgphe ‘market, it said, would be St. Louis and the method of sale by auction. This gave the city a prestige in the fur trade which attracted to it private trappers, sellers and companies. The result has been that. St. Louis has become one of the principal fur markets of the world not only for domestic but for foreign buyers. Cologed Caracal) Mm shies \ Far Cry to the Shop Window HERE was a market fair in Leipsic which supplied a great deal of this de- mand, but, of course, it went into total eclipse during the war. This year it resumed and many merchants went to it. They said it was not what it once was, however, and they came here. Two millions of the skins.of moles and at least one million of squirrels pass through our hands, and of these we have certainly the most beautiful, now that Russia is pro- viding practically none. Our mink and our marten are the loveliest in the world, and no other country has foxes to compare with those of North America. Our silver foxes are the envy of the world. The American weasel is the close second to the Russian ermine in coloring. Our beaver is excellent. If you walked up Fifth Avenue you would never dream that one of our skins had left \merica, from the richness and the variety of the display which is left behind. Beauti- ful, bushy-tailed, soft-haired silver foxes hang against the gold-colored velvet curtains of the wide show windows. Coats in moleskin, coats in sealskin, coats in mink and in sable adorn waxen ladies who are always smiling. These pink-cheeked, speechless ladies are nearly always in groups in the show win- dows— just coming in from afternoon tea or the matinée, one would say from the costum- ing. They look out of the windows on throngs of flesh-and-blood women, adorned from top to toe in furs. I always have in mind an imaginary back- ground for this spectacle. I have crossed a small strip of the steppes of Russia where those beautiful, thick, dark sables come from. The forests are so dense that the fur of the little animals has never been faded by An Automobile Coat That Makes Miss Stevens ’ Look as i She Had Only Two. Dimensions— Length and Width. It is of Neeral or Sand- sables,”’ she told the man whose name the shop bore He ordered three diiferet — easlien contdining ten skins each of differ ities. to be placed before her ich are the most expensive?” s asked. He*pointed to the tiniest of the piles. “T'll have the coat of that—and do stint’the numberof skins.”’ That was the only direction that she ga\ Now it happened that the furrier had thos ten skins contained in that bundle and no an additional one of their kind in his hous Nevertheless without a quaver he accept the order. And where did he turn for th remaining scores of skins except to America A big American furrier selected them an hurried them over to Paris. The coat wa completed and acclaimed in the prints. T! price which the French coat maker charg: for it was fifty thousand dollars, and th duty which the United States custon charged for it was twenty-five thousan dollars, although most of the skins had com from Russia into America previously an: had been cured here. ent q } You At the while you would think there wer enough fur coats in America to satisfy every taste. Many of them are,reminiscent o! styles F saw in Paris. , have to be held in place. I used to tell the French dress makers that I expected to spend all of my time and money with them, but I declined to hold my clothes on after they were com pleted. I expected them to fasten in place Much good came of my protests! You will never win in an argument with a Frenchman because after you have stated your point of view and he has conceded all of your points he will quietly go ahead and do his own way. It was the style to hold on your wraps, and hold them I did. One has to take lessons to do it properly. I knew my part perfectly, but when I reached home I slipped into a smart Fifth Avenue fur coat in the good old Indiana, unaffected way. “Of course you will never look right in your coat until you hold it on properly,” said the big fashion expert patronizingly. “Huddle” in Your New Coat CONTINUED ON PAGE 77 ce

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T H £ LAosot & Ss ber, 92 i tober, 160 HOME JOURNAL hat h count), Tapp on for of pr bags at ire food h hom > a I of the rica coat ric a | f a me wome vious ad e1 urs ¢ ely a vere t ot ti t of tl hink we cher had 1 n t h e ng and manship st. Our as good best in at times gment, and our s have led into ion on orders. zg ago a woman ed her of her a coat he finest sables juick to ecessit his con > ) ° ¢@ . ‘ ree Raisin Cup Cakes nd the tor car martest Try this as a sample of what n the Then make man = New Food Dainties grated richest R she told = Which Millions Now Enjoy rdere P together and boil for a tlerent tew Let { differ ; 7 . : . ¥ ” # W* print at the right a recipe that For such foods are welcomed and "a you will want to try, and we'll housewives therefore can serve them PS SDP L Sn

OVE) end you a book containing others as often as they like. 1e ga J X d id tho n request. and n ; hous ane 7 ‘ ccepts Dhese recipes tell how to make new stewed prunes, bread pudding and for tl Learn how boiled rice, oatmeal, merica od dainties with the raisin. And they other economical desserts are given a em al o oot how how plain foods are raised to chet’s touch with the raisin. charge : 9 . 1 th ‘luxury heights” by ~OSs ee 2 ‘ ‘ = “ oom lere trine to their Cost. millions do—you’ll use the raisin freely, sly an you know you'll do as Millions now serve foods like these you'll gain a new appreciation of this ‘oat nd note a real saving in their bills. nutritious, healthful tood re wert satisfy scent o! ‘a SUN-MAID RAISINS leclined

re com n gat : tee ; ‘ ; MUSCAT aa l se plump, tender, juicy, thin- (grown without seeds); Sun-Maid acMtironins r point skinned Sun-Maip Raisins for home Clusters (on the stem). All dealers PUN MA * ¥ of your Drying Sun-Maid Raisins cooking. Made from finest Califor- sell them. AISIn . @| ee nia table grapes. Send post card for free book, “‘ Sun- Associ CRN ™ to take Three varieties: Sun-Maid Seeded Maid Recipes,” describing many ways _ Osage p Aa (seeds removed); Sun-Maid Seedless to make delicious raisin foods. in the right in CALIFORNIA ASSOCIATED RAISIN Co. arith Membership 10,000 Growers FRresNO, CALIFORNIA

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= } : 'E ve ma ake 2 bale i ee THE LAobtsEe ss HOME JOURNAL ‘This Sedan— Octeber, 1925 “Whatever the Weather May Be” OU can enjoy nature in all its moods in this Overland Four-Door Sedan. When the wind and dust blow or the rain falls, you ride on without delay or inconvenience. Wearing apparel un- soiled! Full, unobstructed vision! ‘“‘Whatever the Weather May Be,”’ you can easily adjust the windows Willys-Overland Limited, Toronto, Canada converting this Sedan into a storm-tight, closed car or a breeze-swept, open car. Whatever the Roads May Be, 777p/ex Springs absorb jolts and prevent the usual rough riding. Comfort for passengers! Protection and long life for the car! Owing to its light weightand efficiency, the upkeep as well as the first cost of WILLYS-OVERLAND, INC., TOLEDO, OHIO Sedans, Coupés, Touring Cars and Roadsters this convertible car is less than that of the ordinary heavier touring car—and you have in addition its all-season advantages and its extraordinary riding comfort. Women especially are enthusiastic over the beautiful interior of the Overland Sedan, its many conveniences and ease of handling. The John N. Willys Export Corporation, New York

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,1929 iat of d you itages c over -rland | ease tober, 1920 T 8 & j AS tit Bs HOME JOURNAL New Food Dainties Which Millions Now Enjoy ‘ print at the right a recipe tha TE] t at tl ght that vou will want to try, and we'll end Vou a book containing others n request, These recipes tell how to make new ood dainties with the raisin. And they how how plain foods are raised to ‘luxury heights” by adding but a nere trifle to their cost. Millions now serve foods like these ind note a real saving in their bills. For such foods are welcomed and housewives therefore can serve them as often as they like. Learn how boiled rice, oatmeal, stewed prunes, bread pudding and other economical desserts are given a chet’s touch with the raisin. When you know youll do as millions do—you’ll use the raisin freely, you'll gain a new appreciation of this nutritious, healthful food. SUN-MAID RAISINS Use plump, tender, juicy, thin- skinned Sun-Marp Raisins for home cooking. Made from finest Califor- Drying Sun-Maid Raisins ; nia table grapes. Three varieties: Sun-Maid Seeded (seeds removed); Sun-Maid Seedless (grown without seeds); Sun-Maid Clusters (on the stem). All dealers sell them. Send post card for free book, “‘ Sun- Maid Recipes,” describing many ways to make delicious raisin foods. CALIFORNIA ASSOCIATED RAISIN CoO. Membership 10,000 Growers Fresno, CALIFORNIA Raisin Cup Cakes Illustrated above) Try this as a sample of what ; 1 make man Sun-Malp Seed- Ra Aik MUSCAT SUN M . Fs P RAIStS A ; CAL iy ; SSOclatE “

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HOME JOURNAL Cease 1920 Quick nter. idame lesgirls You g € left ] righ ddle, < irse y ept Ww re; if wrap corre this In the hor irkal e scal the «

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her, 1920 HOME J a 1es OURNA Quick as a flash I fell into my pose of last inter. ‘Ah, see the improvement in adame!” exclaimed the Greek chorus of esgirls. You grasp the left edge high in front with .e left hand. With the right hand low on e right edge, you fold it over the left, or iddle, as it were, into your wrappings. Of urse you cannot do a thing in the world ept wear your coat. But what do you re; it makes you look slender. Many of wraps have little slips of pockets in just correct spot on either side for the fingers, | this lessens your responsibilities. In the smart shops on Fifth Avenue one short coats and three-quarter coats and iarkable combination affairs that are le scarfs until, with a little stage shifting, the extent of unfastening a button and ving a side lattice piece around to a dif- ent angle where there is a fastening for it, article becomes an Eton coat, with the ce bars serving as armholes. Predominating all is the the ible cape, you might call it, with the long piece extending from the throat to the hem of the dress and another cape over it, which ome people call a collar, and which hangs traight to the waistline. There were some examples of that model abroad in the land last year, and authorities tell us that it vill be the most popular style on the streets this winter. Squirrel will perhaps be the prevailing fur, although mole and Hudson Bay seal may press it for place, and the last named is the most durable. You can get a handsome wrap with good value in this model from one thousand to sixteen hundred ollars. cape, or You May Spend More If You Wish TS is not saying you will not have the opportunity to spend a lot more money than that for a fur coat if you so desire. Ihe one shown in the photograph when iplicated in chinchilla is valued at forty- ve thousand dollars. One of the rich men of New York has recently ordered it. Those to whom the price seems a little ch may be glad to know that the model can reproduced with charming results in any i the furs heretofore named, and it is newer, more exclusive and withal more chic than e coat mentioned in the paragraph above. e difference consists in a greater breadth rough the hips and the waistline and a rter collar, which gathers, shawl-like, in nt, always serving as collar and never as traight cape. This cape.can furnish a basis for a gen- = cralization on the coming styles. There is a tendency to a little more fullness, and this is because of the wider skirts of the winter ode. The wrap will be some eleven or twelve inches from the floor. Two inches ve the bottom of the skirt is considered d form, I believe, in America. rhere is a movement to introduce a belted t in fur coats. The French love to themselves in around the waist-line in I call an apron-string effect, and we threatened with an epidemic of e apron-strings in America. One thing ertain, if we accept it at all, we shall Lys wear a lower line and one less tight. mart automobile coat of this season shows tendency. This particular belt happens t to come all the way around, but begins either side of the back at the waistline. other respects the coat carries a style that is the stamp of Paris acceptance upon it. makes you look almost as if you had only o dimensions, length and width, but no kness. [he nearer you can make yourself look figure of a paper doll nowadays the better ris will like you. This coat gives you practically no profile ill, but has a rather wide back-panel effect, ely fitting across the waistline, and some ness, belted down in front. The under 1 piece and the under length of the sleeve all in one, without seam. The coat is natural or sand-colored caracal. It has hawl collar notched like a lapel. As a tor coat I should say that it approaches ideal. here is another coat shown herewith, ch to my mind is almost the most dis- uished model of the season. It is of now tages over rland ease SMART, AREN'T THEY! (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 74) broadtail—or very fine caracal, which is prac- tically the same thing—and its collar is of sable. But the fact that it is made in ex- pensive fur is not what makes me like it. The coat can be reproduced in astrakhan with a collar of squirrel and scarcely lose an atom of its charm. In these furs it ought not cost over sixteen hundred dollars. The design is responsible for the charm of the coat; it is so very light and graceful. Two flat panels extend the length-of the front and the back and there is a tunic effect on the sides, smooth fitting to a point below the hip line, where it flares into side skirts, shorter than the body of the coat. The bot- tom of the coat draws in a very little in a slightly hobbled effect. The shawl collar is of medium size for the present styles. With regard to neck pieces, for some time past the small animals, like sable and stone marten, have been fashionable in the form of tiny, close-fitting neck pieces. This season larger scarfs and foxes are becoming very popular, and this is because of the rise of the one-piece dress. It demands a larger neck piece than the suit. By the way, have you seen any of those foxes without the head, which is replaced by a long silken tassel? They are particularly effective and can be worn so very gracefully! In white fox this style is exceedingly effective for evenings and for young girls. For ordinary street wear the blue fox is good style but too expensive for all bank accounts. It can easily cost as much as seven hundred dollars. White foxes dyed to approximately the same color and to battle- ship gray are all but as pretty, and they can be bought for one hundred and fifty dollars. Strangely enough, an old friend of before the war is coming again into popularity. This is the pointed fox—a made fur which they used to produce in Germany with great skill. Now we obtain even better results in America. This neck piece started out to imitate the silver fox and ended by making a very enviable place for itself in its own right. It is the white fox dyed to a blue black and set with white hairs along the lower end of its back, after the manner of its more aristocratic kinsman. Those white points are set into its fur with electricity. A very handsome one of its kind can be bought for one hundred and fifty dollars. But neither he nor the silver fox is used with the tassel. His head is retained and he is doubled into the shape which he assumes in life, with fur on his underside as well as on the side which he shows. The pieces with the tassel are for the most part flattened wide and lined with satin of the color of the fur. How to Select Furs N' )T everybody realizes how important is iN the lining. A rich brocade, a deep luxu riant color, a dainty softness can reénforce a piece of fur to the point of making it regal Almost all of the coats of the day have a deep band of some contrasting material, and occasionally a mere piping of velvet, which catches some shade that the fur shows in its depths or in strong lights. Except for these borders and pipings, it is considered in better taste for the daytime to have a lining more or less the shade of the fur or something dull in tone, like gold or old blue—the French are very fond of putting these two together. Fur lined with fur is sumptuous. In buying furs, look for a bluish cast in whatever color the fur comes. If your fox is black and that black inclines to a bluish tint rather than brownish, you have a valu- able piece of fur. Even brown furs should have a bluish cast to their brownness. And always, when your allowance will permit it, it is much more elegant and smarter to buy furs in their natural color, undyed. In making your selections another item is of equal importance with the color, and that is the suppleness or elasticity of the skin. The hides should be thin and pliable. An other item is of equal importance with these two. The fur should be thick and soft. Clad in furs thus carefully chosen and made by our experts in fur fashions, the American woman can go forth to foreign lands and defy the scrutiny of the pace setters of the world’s styles. myself into the house. been like this for several years. OR she told me a wonderful story about She said, “I, completely tired out whenever I attempted herself. too, used to get any sustained exertion. By degrees I was forced to limit my home and social activities My figure was gradually losing: its youthful appearance, and it was not long before I be- came the worst dressed woman in town. He told me I had ‘ptosis,’ which means a sagging of the “At last I consulted a doctor. abdominal wall. In time it affects the entire ; . . . system, Causing headac he, backache , and often ] 1] ] | +} an | ‘ tr reneral ill he ilth. He Said tha ny uble W \ | , ndoubtedly due to fa A , _ lly De ured by | f ] , rm erect posture I : yuld be accomplished with bh) | S ‘ | ing Corset, the first scientific corset made t } women i b tell the truth, I didn’t have much faith in the suggestion, but I could do no less than give it a trial. So on reaching home I called the corsetiére whom he recommended. “She arrived early the next morning. I was surprised when she told me that a great many of the physicians in town were advising their women patients to wear the Spencer Corset. My trouble could have been avoided, she sai l, if I had begun some time ago to wear a Spencer lress corset, but that it had now gone so far that I should have a Spencer Supporting Cor- “Would you like more—with less fatigue?” E had been on a short afternoon’s motor trip. INCE Rejuveno ORSET: are never sold in stores. They are made by The Berger Brothers Company, 141 Derby Avenue, New Haven, Connecticut. If you do not find their representative in your telephone book under the listing ~ Spencer Corsetiére,” write direct to the company for her address. When the big car came to a stop it was all I could do to drag Completely exhausted, I laid down on the divan to recover my strength. I felt sick at heart. It had No matter what F tried to do I soon tired. As I lay there too fatigued and discouraged to move, one of our party sat down beside me. At first I didn’t pay much attention to her—I had had too much sympathy. But I found myself listening with growing interest. stylish dress corset containing a scien- tific abdominal She told me that this support. supporting corset is also prescribed by physi cians for stout women, those who needa mater- nity supports and others. There is no extra bulk to disfigure the outer clothing. By giving proper abdominal support the Spencer Rejuveno Corset tosis. lo corrects the condition which causes lay 10,000 physicians prescribe it for their patients. “WW! TH the greatest care she took my measu ent a mplete de 1} ‘ n of ; eT rem C I € I Mm) figure. u t n SN) It fire Lb W I n t \ An T ge fo yu | ( t » Rejuven C vill yasn ] To make long story short, I lost no time in following my friend’s advice. My Spencer proved as beneficial as she predicted. t seems j . "6° like a miracie, but ] never felt SO well in mj life. friends tell me that my figure is the envy of Perhaps it sounds conceited, but my all of them. My suits and dresses, too, retain he styl vuch longer because the Spencer } is its shape until worn out. And as for why, I can now take the longest automobile trips or do the hardest kind of work without feeling more than normally tired. nt OFF

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— — se ee pi It isn't a dress, as one first suspects this rich red duvetine collared and cuffed in gray squirrel—but a very smart little autumn suit. The coat, which finishes just below the waistline, blouses even more in the back than it does in front and fastens itself together with duvetine buttons In the graceful evening cloak above two lengths of yellow velvet start at the back of the neck and are brought up in front to end ina tasseled scarflike arrangement about the neck. One needs no fur with this. The simplest evening gown is often among the loveliest. At the left in the oval above, a length of brown chiffon has been casually draped over tur- quoise blue satin to make the skirt and form a train on the side. The corsage is partially veiled with the chiffon and handmade pastel-colored flowers wreathe the waistline. In coloring this gown is exquisite, and in style perfection. For the tall stately woman who can wear striking creations, there is the gorgeous gown at the right in the oval. Black net, embroidered in tiny twisted strands of jade-green chiffon and jet, has been dropped over a foundation of black satin, which peeps out at the neck and under the arms The simple drapery of the waist, the looped panels of the skirt and the plain net girdle and airy cascades at the sides all help to make a ravishing gown that would carry off the honors in any assembly Style and practicality are successfully allied in the topcoat of light-brown duvetine at the right. If the wearer could but turn round, we should see that, except for the fastening, the front is exactly like the back. As with many of the newest wraps, the dress extends a few inches below the hem. Trains are attaching themselves even to daytime frocks, and often they are achieved by a long loose end of the drapery, as in the creation at the extreme right. Of copper-colored satin and gray flying squirrel, the trim- ming note in this afternoon frock is given by turning back the material and permitting the wrong side to show. The rosette is of satin, HOME JOURNAL October, {99 »be SUCH CLOTHES AS THESE ~ PROVIDE FOR EVERY NEED The smart woman no longer stocks her wardrobe with a vast quantity of clothes; instead she chooses a few becoming things that are good in style and excellent in material. With the all- round one-piece frock and topcoat, the suit, afternoon gown, evening cloak, and one of the two evening frocks sketched on this page, she is suitably equipped for every occasion throughout the winter season. The vogue for English eyelet embroidery still preva and on the gray duvetine above the tiny open rings art embroidered all about with the finest of soutache bra A gray squirrel collar with cuffs and a modest duvetin sash complete a frock of elegance and distinction tha may be worn for every purpose from daylight to Designs from Bergdorf Goodman ee

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wee ELECTS ® P nad ee ie 8 Se ne ee apiece tae HOME JOURNAL October, 1' ee by her side. FIRST— Miss Shepherd sang “In the Gloaming.”” The New Edison stood on the stage times —|7 rey, NE hundred and eighty-five times, Miss Betsy Lane Shepherd has stood on a public concert platform and sung the old heart-songs with all the exquisite fer- vor of her art. One hundred and eighty- five times, a New Edison has stood by her side and brought her Rre-CREATED voice into direct comparison with her living voice. One hundred and eighty-five times, her audience has found no difference be- tween the two voices, either in quality, or in feeling, or in emotional influence. ISS SHEPHERD, who is a famous concert soprano, made one of these comparison tests at Chicago. From Canada to Mexico, from the Atlantic Ocean to the Rocky Mountains she repeated the test. The total mounted to 100—then to 150. Finally, at Dallas, Texas, on April 26, 1920, Miss Shepherd stood before her 185th audience. She started to sing: “In the gloaming, oh! my darling—” With a soft, rounded loveliness, the+be- loved melody filled the auditorium. Puls- ing through its theme, as if carried on The NEW EDISON “The ‘Phonograph with a Soul” ethereal wings, was the soul of a great artist. Its message, warm with under- standing, reached the hearts of the hushed listeners and sped their imaginations back to cherished memories. It was the magic of music! Suddenly Miss Shepherd’s lips went ab solutely still. But her lovely voice went smoothly on— “it was best to leave you thus—” The audience was puzzled. Then it awoke. Miss Shepherd’s voice was now coming from the New Edison. For the 185th time, an audience had heard the Bets) Lane Shepherd test—and had been unable to tell the difference between her living voice and her Re-CREATED voice. More than 4000 other audiences have heard more than fifty other vocalists and instrumentalists make this same test of direct comparison. Not one of these 4000 audiences was able to distinguish between the artist’s original performance and its Rr-CREATION by the New Edison. ke riny ber mu phe it is to rea baf An spl thr to phe “] graj war ll _| =

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= | al ‘T- ed b ne th 3) 1 1e ve id of 0 ts M | ber, 1920 HOME JOURNAL 8 WW NZ aN Wy WU an WW AB. ow AWW, orm 7 7 N ore OW, W. Wan Lh AN aw, THEN— She suddenly stopped singing. The New Edison took up her song, and continued it alone. no difference / ee TZNUZ Win oN WY | R. EDISON spent seven years and realistic and so perfect in its rendition as to be an € L three million dollars in bringing the unending source of benefit and pleasure. ' New Edison to this perfect realism. Then dees howe it inde How he was led toconcentrate upon realism Realism! But the necessary vehicle! is lucidly told by Mr. Edison himself in a if statement he recently made, entitled ** Ten Music—the magic of music—brought to C3 Years Hence.” you in your own home! Such is Edison’s real objective. NY, “The ordinary phonograph, as we have known it, falls somewhat short of confer- Miss Shepherd’s tests and the 4000 other ring upon its owner all of the pleasure and tests prove that the New Edison fulfills r benefits that can be derived from good its exalted mission. oN music. The greatest shortcoming of the phonograph was its lack of realism, and oo Edison dealer has arranged an it is this shortcoming which I have sought extremely interesting test for you. Wi aN to overcome. The result is a degree of Go and ask for the ** Personal Favorites” realism in our present phonograph which is Realism Test. He will have the New Se baffling to even the most expert ears. Edison Re-CREATE the kind of vocal or iN instrumental music which affects your And Mr. Edison goes on to r e in- : ; ‘ shi \ emotions most keenly. You will thus be ¢ spired purpose which the ow Edison, .* . n ) hs able to determine for vourself how the through its realism, has been :made reacly fens ‘ di . > Sat New Edison’s realism enables it to bring to serve. His words are ;: st pro- 7 you all the emotional pleasure and mental stimulation which come from listening to wy, a phetic in import: “TIT have been quoted as desiring te é )- the living artist. graph in every American home. What | lly , I want to see in every American hor 30 THomas A. Epison, Inc., Orange, N. J. Was The NEW EDISON “The Phonograph with a Soul” ae Ny” «

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2 HOME JOURNAL iia 150 MORRIS Supreme Bacon b acon and apples- there’s nothing that’ll coax your appetite in just the way this delicious dish will. Have you had it lately? You'll like it particularly, we think, if the bacon is Morris Supreme cured. But probably you know that by this time. It zs awtully good, .sn’t it? MORRIS & COMPANY Packers and Provistoners Our ‘friends really named this cure — Supreme! IM, I tary. office “Yes, He wa lief, bu oung al lus and risp sta osition, laintive int. N Vhat h voman? Since | ‘but”’ t

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Ler, 1920 HOME JOURNAL 2 835 (CORRECT CLOTHES FOR THE BUSINESS WOMAN For Work and Play: By Carolyn Trowbridge Radnor-Lewis The Business Woman Who Spends Most of Her Day Indoors is Apt to Favor a Serge or Silk Frock on Simple Lines, Like the Design at the Left. But the Woman Whose Business Keeps Her Much on the Street or is Conducted Through Interviews in Other People’s Offices Usually Prefers the Simple Modish Suit. The One at the Lower Left Will Serve Her Purpose Admirably blends so completely with her skin that no observer is any the wiser. All this the junior partner gleaned in the first two minutes unconsciously. In the remaining three he sensed her clothes. He could not have described to you accurately a single article of the apparel which she wore, but at the end of the first five minutes he had come to the conclusion that she would do, just as his chief had done. Even her clothes stamped her as a woman who knew her business. What were these clothes? — They were first and foremost If the Business Woman Wishes to Go to Dinner and the Theater From Her Office, it is the Work of But a Minute to Slip Off the Tunic of the Frock at the Right and Over the Same Foundation Don the More Elaborate Silk and Lace Affair at the Left inconspicuous in their very dis- tinction. They had the air of be- longing, of being very much in the picture. They blended so completely into the background of the office that you gleaned the feeling they were very well chosen | | , ; without being forced to the ex- | ertion of an explanation. Ina man’s vernacular, ‘“‘they were all ie * [he col yr of he r dre was dark, a navy blue or a black, and the material a camel’s-hair serge. The first impression was that it fitted remarkably well, no pulling across the shoulders, no strain in the sleeves, and yet a certain molding that proclaimed a de- signer who recognized art in lines. A second inspection revealed these lines as the lines of the red- ingote, so universally flattering to all figures that its success for the coming fall and winter is These clothes are sketched for their style suggestions and no patterns are oftered IM, I have engaged Miss Blank as my executive secre- tary. Will you see that a desk is ordered for her in my office? She will report on Monday.” “Yes, sir, but " and the junior partner hesitated. He was not in the habit of questioning the decisions of his iief, but the memory of a procession of girls and women, oung and old, blondes and brunettes, tall and short, beauty lus and minus, which had finally been determinated by the risp statement, “I have decided to put a man in that osition,” was still very distinct. He could even recall the laintive plea in the big, dark brown eyes of the last appli- int. Nor was the senior partner a man of vacillating mind. Vhat had swung the balance of favor again tiward a oman? Since his partner had seemingly paid no attentior to the ‘but”’ that had slipped out in answer to his orders, the junior partner could only beat a retreat with a wrinkled brow and much curiosity, which was not lifted until Monday. At five minutes before nine the new secretary entered the office, and at nine the junior partner had a pretty fair inkling as to the reason for his chief's decision. Before the first day was over he could have given a score of perfectly good reasons for that decision, but it is with the revelations of the first five minutes that we are concerned, for they are the keynote of the final summary. A Five-Minute Impression HE newsecretary was neither tall nor short, fair nor dark. At the first glance into her eyes you would congratulate yourself on the loyalty expressed in their blue depths, but a more penetrating look would reveal the greenish tinge that bespeaks extreme intelligence. The soft waves of hair fram- ing the face exposed the brow of a thinker. The flush of health brightened her cheeks, and the skin showed the care which the fastidious woman bestows on her complexion. You were confident that she enjoyed a daily dip, and you would almost hazard the bet that it included a cold shower, followed in the morning by setting-up exercises which were repeated again at night after a little session with a reliable cleansing cream, for these homages to cleanliness and health are just a part of every clever business woman's creed. She realizes that they pay her the best kind of interest in doing away with any need to resort to the rouge pot, lip stick, eyebrow pencil, pink and purple powders, and the other theatrical camouflages that are such confessions of weakness. Powder she often does indulge in, to eradicate the ‘“‘shine”’ that every woman dreads, but she selects a powder that Black Satin With Lace is a Wise Choice for Evening, For, With Slight Alterations, it Can be Worn Almost Indefinitely already assured. In this new version each side section was slashed in two padded, strapped panels over a heavy satin, which was neither too light for comfort old-womanish for style and at least ten inches from the floor The boat-shaped neck line had been chosen rather than the high collar, to which the woman, who must bend over a desk with visions of a double chin ever before her, hesitates to return after these years of emancipation. Just a touch of white to relieve the somberness of the gown was introduced in the narrow vest of white camel’s-hair serge and in the facing of her long, slightly wider sleeves. Her every move ment demonstrated the fact that her costume was a part of her, that she felt perfectly comfortable in it and was there- fore unconscious of it. sheath of nor too CONTINUED ON PAGE 84

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Look for the name in the selvage. + eA Novel afternoon | gown of Crepe i Caress, developed ' in the new fall f shade, Couture Brown, aésigned by GREAN, Inc., and exhibited at the Style Show of the National Gar- ment Retailers’ Association at the Hotel Commodore, July 14th. ee ee a ne tae PENIKEES || SILKS include: Crepe Caress Penikees All Silk Duvetyn Penikees Crepe Meteor Penikees Satin Charmeuse Penik ees Crepe de Chine ae ca acelin Bes Penikees Satin 1 Penikees Poplin Penikees Georgett Penikees Faille de NOt and Chimerai Rhap sodé Cordellé Sy loa-Spré and Silk and Wool and Printed Novelties ee ee Ds dl : The Hard Line Between the Old-Time Blouse and Skirt is Too Unbecoming for the Mature Woman to Risk, So She Chooses One of These Overblouses in Jersey or Silk CORRECT CLOTHES FOR THE BUSINESS WOMAN (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 83) Nothing calls forth more sincere protest from the earnest business woman of to-day than the charge that she is making good through the sex appeal. She insists on meet- ing men competitors on an equal footing. She asks for no favor because she is a woman. Therefore, the first factor she elimi- nates in her wardrobe is a clothes appeal. No Tea Gowns for Office HIS does not mean that she casts aside her femininity and masquerades in mas- culine garb. Far fromit; mannish attire is just as conspicuous as the most frivolous frills and furbelows. But it does mean that she does not dress for a business audience or for her office as she would for an afternoon tea, that she does not select the shortest skirt she can find because Paris decrees short skirts, or that she wears a waist seemingly intended for formal evening functions because her sisters of the social world delight in gossamer blouses that veil only to allure. The average business woman pins her faith to the tailored suit and in many instances with logical reason. But it must be chosen with deliberation. The carelessly made tai- lored suit of cheap material and poor lines is anabomination. If you,asa business woman, decide to adopt the tailored suit, be prepared to spend some money for it. It is possible to buy to-day ready-to-wear tailored suits that are, in every sense of the words, well tailored. They are cut with the mathematical precision of the highest class tailors; the shoulder line is just right—and shoulders, you should ai- ways remember, can make or ruina coat—the sleeves are put into the armscye correctly and the finishing is good Many women argue, and quite rightly, that a suit of this type is a more satisfactory purchase than a sult made to order by a mediocre tailor. But it isa question whether it can equal the tailored suit when it is made to your individual measurements by a tailor who knows his trade. Such a suit is worth paying for. Simplicity Will Pay ORTUNATELY in these enlightened days following the war, fashion has no parliamentary rules governing the tailored suit. Jackets are long and short, extending to within two or three inches of the hem of the skirt or stopping in their career at the waistline; they are loose, falling in cape fashion from the shoulders, semi-fitting or snug, with a well-defined waistline. The short woman who longs to add some cubic inches, can rejoice in the long coat, at least twenty- nine inches in length, knowing that she is strongly backed by fashion. The stout woman, striving to banish this too, too solid flesh, will likewise find in the long coats her best friend, especially the coats with semi- fitting lines which have such a kindly way of blurring the silhouette. Should she insist on following fashion’s lead and adopting the snug-fitting coat with a waistline, she will find some small comfort in the surplice clos- ing of the fronts of many coats. Braiding, the narrow and wide silk braid, embroidered arrow-heads, strapping and stitching are practically the only trimming aids permitted in the strictly tailored suit, though the new fabric collars may be added as a concession to fashion. The simpler and plainer the tailored suit is kept, the better looking it is going to be and the longer it is going to remain in the mode. It seems almost unnecessary to add that the fabric should be of the best, for cheap materials are costly purchases at any time. Whether it is a serge or tricotine, a twi'l, a tweed ora homespun, a duvetine ora vel ours, it is again a selection that is distinctly 1p to you as the wearer. This year the browns, the dark grays and certain shades of plum are offered by fashion as a relief to the navy blues and blacks, but the inconspicuousness of the latter invariably retain them as the first choice. And now we come to the choosing of the blouse to accompany this tailored suit. Like the suit, it should be well cut, carefully fitted, simple and of a good material. Silk answers all these demands very satisfactorily and shows less the signs of wear and tear. The color is the mooted point. The con- sensus of opinion is that the white blouse has no place in a business office. It musses quickly, shows every particle of dirt, and unless it is fresh and immaculate it is a liability rather than an asset. In addition, that hard, uncompromising line between the white waist and the dark skirt is too unbe- coming for the clever woman to risk. Its unflattering attitude has brought into exist ence and popularity the overblouse, which has the power of lending the effect of a dress to the separate waist and skirt. Consider the Hat UT the overblouse cannot be half-sister to the smock and be the ideal companion to a well-tailored skirt. It must have a definite purpose and be less casual and nonchalant. Asa rule the frilly peplums are trying to any except slender, tall women with youth in their favor, so that to be becoming the overblouse should extend to the hip-line and should fit it snugly. Whether it wrinkles in the manner of the mousquetaire glove over the hips, suggesting rather than defin ing the natural waistline and giving instead the new, low, moyen @ge waistline, or whether it hangs straight from under the arms with the waistline marked by a cord or narrow tie belt is a matter to be determined by the figure, but at all costs it must be neat and well defined. The choice of a color gener ally evolves itself into one matching the skirt or blending closely with it. To complete this tailored costume there should be a tailored hat. Just how severe is again an individual problem. Since the world at large sees our business woman only in a hat, it is worth puckering the brows and giving some really valuable time to its selec- tion, for every woman knows that a hat can change the appearance quicker than any- thing she wears. No Feathery Fantasies \ JITH the thought of defying the wind in its boisterous moods, many women pre- fer a snug-fitting hat on the turban order which cannot easily be dislodged, even when not anchored by a veil, for veils are not always acceptable to the business man, who natu- rally objects to any curtain effect when he is talking straight from the shoulder. Fashion will sponsor these small hats for the fall in the soft felts, satin, taffeta, moiré, faille, silk duvetine and velvet, the higher crowns giving the date-line. The raised brim, flar- ing fearlessly back from the face, is a new idea that the milliners are strongly advocat- ing for the woman who need give no thought to the lines that time may carve. And this new feature has brought in its train the trimming of the underbrim. On the fabric hats there’s little in the way of ornamenta- tion to give the business woman any anx- iety—a little ribbon, perhaps, a feather breast, a quill, leather appliqué or a fancy ornament, all in keeping with the demands which even the most frivolous of business women might make, the more elaborate feathery fantasies being beyond the pale. CONTINUED ON PAGE 86 ae Tb Ey cemetd =} heme 4 191 | es 1D ns ns

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— ~~ { | f | 56 TA ‘, aA Bf ee HOME JOURNA WAIST Shirt—Drawers—Waist ca SUIT ‘Just We” For just this one hour of evening, Mother gathers her little clan and shuts out the big world from ‘‘Just We.’’ Counts their little scratches, rips and tears. Finds E-Z neat, intact, secure after a hard day’s play. 3-in-l THE ' Jwaist Union Sur TRADE MARK REGISTERED For Boys and Girls —Ages 2 to 13 HE delight of wearing E-Z Waist Union Suits is matched by the satisfaction which Mother feels in caring for them. Her repair labor is reduced to a min- imum, thanks to the wondrous way in which they wash and to their surprising freedom from rips and tears. The hose-and-outer-garment attachments of this ‘different’ Shirt-Drawers-Waist com- bination are efficient and staunch. The but- tons, of real bone, are secured to tubular knitted straps that yield easily lengthwise of the garment and absorb the pull or strain. The full sizes and ingenious drop seat create no end of easefulness. In the chain of house- hold economies, as in the comfort schedule, E-Z is a notable and widely esteemed link. E-Z Waist Union Suits in Summer and Winter weights should be in stock at your approved shop. In the other event please write THE E-Z WAIST COMPANY 61 WORTH STREET NEW YORK DEALERS: [f your wholesale distributor is not of the majority who carry E-Z Waist Union Suits please write us. October, 192 CORRECT CLOTHES FOR THE BUSINESS WOMAN (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 84) Versus the tailored suit, there is the dress and topcoat. In general, the woman who is on the street and who conducts her business through interviews in other peo- ple’s offices is in favor of the tailored suit, while the woman who spends most of her day indoors casts her vote for the dress. This dress may be as tailored in line as the suit. Since to many women a woolen material is more tailored than a silk, the choice may fall on a serge, a tricotine, a twill or a duvetine. On the other hand, there are women who prefer silk, claiming that in the warmly heated offices silk is more comfort- able. Certain it is that silk has demonstrated that it will give the service of a woolen, with the added advantage that it does not wrinkle or muss quickly. Declare for Long Sleeves HESE silk dresses of crépe de Chine, crépe meteor, satin, taffeta and silks of this type derive their charm and their right to be included in the picture from their very simplicity. And this simplicity permits — panels, sometimes swinging, again ooped under in harem style; plaits, accor- dion or in clusters, inserted below the hips at the sides; flounces, often plaited, in two, of various overdresses, tunics, different sleeves, and so on, can be made to play many roles. One of the enthusiastic advocates o/ this style of dress, a woman well known on the lecture platform, has declared that sh¢ can carry in a small suitcase sufficient varia tions to have a different costume for the day and evening of a fortnight’s trip. Easy to Make the Change UPPOSE the business woman who live in the suburbs wishes to remain down town for dinner and the theater. She wear: to the office in the morning a foundation of let us say, black taffeta with a tunic of thx same material brightened by some color in the stitchery or piping. The day’s work is over. She slips off the taffeta tunic, detaches the sleeves, and in their place snaps on sleeves of lace or a sheer crépe, to match th tunic which she has selected for the evening The topcoat for the business woman, again like the suit, should follow the safe middle course. In fact, there is really no reason why the style should change any more than in a man’s coat, a fact that is about to be proved by introducing the selling of women’s coats at the shops where in the past only men’s clothing has been re- three, éven four and five tiers; plaited and plain: tunics, sometimes finished with shaped flounces of dull contrasting material; and the sash girdle draped low over the hips. The bodice, on the other hand, as if to balance matters, is just as plain as plain can be, often not even permitting itself a collar. Although there isa certain liberty of choice between the long and the three- quarter sleeve, the business woman will be pretty sure to de- clare in favor of the long sleeves as the more appropriate for tailed. If you wish them collared and cuffed in fur, take the precaution to have them made de- tachable, for this makes the coat avail- able for service on many moreoccasions. Even fashion prefers that they completely cover the dress this season. In planning for her wardrobe the busi ness woman should include in her budget a good-looking eve ning gown, for all work and no play is just as sure to make Jill a dull girl as it has ever robbed Jack of his wits. There is no doubt but that black is the wisest the office. It will be music in her ears, too, to learn that more fullness is creeping into these sleeves at the elbow, a develop- ment probably of the bell sleeve, which is so effective on afternoon frocks. Again, a little embroidery in worsted, Angora, leather, rat-tail, cording, soutache, metallic thread and heavy floss may be in- troduced, perhaps above the belt and again below it, to give the low waistline already widely heralded, or at the sides in a solid block effect, or still again in front and back panels. But the business woman, if she is wise, will admire rather than adopt much ornamentation on the dress she wears in her office. The redingote lines, the lines that call for a snug-fitting bodice, often with vestee, and an attached tunic, of which mention has already been made, should prove of interest to the business woman, for they are in keep- ing with her demand for simplicity and can be expressed with equal appropriateness in silk and in wool and in a combination of both, either a silk and wool fabric or in a combination where the silk appears in the foundation and the woolen in the overdress. Insist on Good Finishing N ALL these dresses the business woman must have the forethought to insist that the finishing be well done, and unfortunately this is just where so many of the ready-to- wear gowns fail of their mission. The hooks and eyes are hanging by a thread, the seams have been clipped so closely that the least strain results in a rip, the sleeves have been so carelessly put into the armholes that they screw around and are annoyingly uncom- fortable, and in half a dozen little ways the dress is ever a source of distress to its wearer, who should be relieved of dress “nerves.” If white collar and cuffs are worn, and it must be confessed that they add a feminine touch that is quite permissible and invariably becoming, let them be attached by snappers so that they can easily be changed and thus always carry a pristine freshness. Vestees of different materials and colors are clever sub- terfuges which have the ability to lift the old gown into the realm of the new, and they, too, should be supplied with snappers for quick transition. There are, in these days of clothes effi- ciency, carefully cut and well-fitted founda- tions of a dark silk which, by the additions For the Slender Woman There is This Good- Looking Blouse of Wool Jersey choice and this win- ter you will have Paris as your backer, for black, and again black, is the decree from across the seas. Whether you select a satin or a crépe, a net or a lace, a brocade or a lamé, let it be soft and supple. A little graceful drapery, a touch of real lace, perhaps a girdle of artful ribbon, or some fine hand work, and you can enjoy a dress that is distinguished in its simplicity and at the same time is inconspicuous, for a frock that must do duty on many occasions must charm by its subtlety. It must please, not because it is stunning or unusual or brilliant, but because it is a reflection of the personality of the wearer. Don’t Forget Good Footgear CLEVER gown of this type is of black Georgette crépe with simple side draperies of lace or net. To make it more formal, there may be a wisp of a train which can be quickly snapped up on the gown when dancing. There’s more of the soft drapings to form the corsage, and if you wish to introduce a bit of color there’s a camisole of a gay-colored satin or ribbon to glimmer through the gauzy folds. Bunches of vari-colored French flow- ers may add their dash of color and perform the useful function of catching the drapery If you would veil the arm, and it is well to realize that few arms are really sufficiently beautiful to blush unveiled, why not, add flowing sweeps of the crépe or lace, or even tulle, in the way of the Grecian draperies, for the Greek note is going to be persistently struck during the winter? Such a frock has no date-line; it is always of the mode and is always sure to pass the clothes censor. To these foundations must be added the proper footgear. The business woman is compelled to walk a great deal and often to stand for long intervals at a time. She must provide herself with comfortable footgear. And whether boots or low shoes and gaiters, they can always be polished and in good condition. Gloves, too, are an item that is apt to loom large in the budget of the business woman who is much on the street. With the tailored suit they should be of the street type, and preferably of kid. If the chamois and chamoisette gloves are chosen, they must be kept clean. In a word, if you look success, think suc- cess and act success, you will be pretty sure to find yourself a success. \)

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He didn’t like oatmeal; he wanted Children often have to be taught to like some of them,” pointing to a plate of hot things which are good for them; the lesson ikes is best learned when they do not know that ‘Here, here,” interposed Jimmie’s father. it is a lesson. The neighbors will think we are trying to child forgets a distaste for oatmeal urder you. We can’t have that. You may after hearing: ‘‘Once upon a time a band of ive half of my cakes if you will stop that fairies lived in tiny gossamer tents in a field ywling.”’ where oats grew. They lived there that they ‘he howling ceased, and Jimmie gulped might take care of the oats, for when made vn the hot cakes. into oatmeal it was the food of the children rhe guest looked thoughtfully at Jimmie, _ the fairies loved.” ve years of age, born of strong, healthy irents, reared in a home where every com- And the Fairies Win rt was attainable. The child should have en fat and sturdy, with bright eyes and ND so on, with thrills abundant, with the y cheeks; instead, his face was pale and appearance of the wicked witch who seeks : : eyes were dull, with shadows underneath. to drive the fairies out of the field. Failing, : 4 What was it the father had said? “The e seeks to outwit the Oatmeal Fairies by in- Is is thbors will think we are trying to murder ducing little children not to eat oatmeal I: ; 1 The guest sighed. ‘‘ Perhaps, in their All little girls long to be beautiful. That : . ik-kneed parental love, they are doing eating carrots results in rosy cheeks is an : | verv thing. I wonder what will be the unfailing argument in favor of that vege- : fs | tcome.”’ table : | The magic appeal through which every I | Jimmie is Interested mother, if she but realizes it, may influence at =| song pt her sons to eat all the things which are good 1h 1 can a se . ° ; . 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er, 192 THE LADIES HOME JOURNA 91 ctober, 1920 i ee ae ( E = sting © con- And | alled & and B hus: They were | — F duce | inder_ iron rand | nents 3 elece 3 mof & astin 3 hitect | elece 5 > you neces. se St. rk St. ke Si. St. THE SILVER SIXPENCE (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 31) “Oh, you poor babes! You poor lost babes in those terrible theatrical woods! How do you ever expect to find your way out?” The girl bridled. ‘Look here; twenty isn’t so terribly young and inexperienced, and Jimmy Barnes is a lot older. Would you mind telling me why it sounds so ridiculous for two young people who have courage and something they believe is going to make a big hit, and plenty of money to back them”’ Eudora added the last with a sense of infinite security—‘“to start out and produce a play all by themselves? I don’t see anything so astonishingly funny about it.” “No, my dear, you wouldn’t, or you would hardly be here now. I wonder if it would do the slightest good to tell you, or if I could make you understand.” She smiled almost tenderly at the girl sitting beside her. “I would like to ask you, first, how much money there is backing you? Is it unlimited or a definitely settled amount?” “It’s twenty thousand dollars.” UDORA didn’t announce it this time with the same degree of elation that she had felt a few moments before. “T know of one man who had plenty of money and leisure and who thought he would put on an old morality play for the pieasure of it. It was beautifully staged, perfectly cast. It ran exactly two weeks in Washing- ton, and it cost him one hundred thousand dollars. It would have cost him twenty or thirty thousand more to bring it to New York and make it go; but by that time he had had all the pleasure out of it that he wanted. He sold the costumes and scenery at auction and netted a little over five thou sand on the entire production. I know an- other, a business man, who wanted to put his daughter on the stage. He intended to spend forty thousand on a simple little modern comedy. It doubled that amount before he was through with it, and daughter and comedy dropped into oblivion at the end of four weeks. I know a brilliant, clever society woman who bought the American rights of one of the most exquisite folk-plays ever written. She made her own translation and then attempted to produce it. There were seven magnificent sets built for it and the company rehearsed three weeks; but by that time she had spent all her personal income for the next three years and all her husband could spare out of his. I believe the scenery is still in storage, waiting for some- one else with enough courage and funds to try it again. The woman compromised with heradventure and had the folk-play published with stage illustrations.”’ “But why, oh, why? Were they all gul- lible? Did they just throw their money away? What wasthe matter?” Eudora felt as a person feels who suddenly finds herself standing on quicksand when she believed she was putting her feet to firm ground. “They were outsiders, interlopers; that was all. It is like pirating in the days of old. If you flew the skull and crossbones you were fairly safe on the high seas. No one barred your passage; no one grappled your sides and boarded you; you were just an- other pirate craft and were let alone. But if you flew an alien flag, you generally paid for it with gold and blood. Don’t you see, my dear?” “T’M BEGINNING to see,” said Eudora grimly. ‘There is no standard market price in this business of putting on plays. People can ask whatever they like, and the less you know, the more you pay.” “Exactly; you’re quite helpless. You can’t get a manager of any standing to take you and let you manage yourself; and, unless you do get a manager, it is practically impossible to get a theater to play in. There are a few independent managers who own their own theaters, but the rest are operated by the theatrical trust. They will begin by promis- ing you a theater on a fair percentage basis, but, as soon as they discover that you don’t belong in the profession and that you know very little, the offer will be withdrawn and they will force you to rent the theater out- right for from three to four thousand a week. And the press! It’s just as hard to get your advertising and your announcement space given to you as it is to get your theater. Oh, my dear, you have to be old at the game to play it at all. You have to know it from beginning to end and then backwards; and even then you are never sure of winning out. And it’s just because it is a game, a wild game of chance, that so few play fair.” For a moment Eudora swallowed hard. She was afraid that she was going to cry, something she had never done in all the years her father had interposed obstacles between her and the things she had longed for. But this was different. This was like tearing a rainbow down from the sky to prevent one from searching for the pot of gold. And the most deplorable part of it all was that she liked and believed in the person who was stripping her of her illusion. She battled rebelliously with her feelings while her fellow traveler watched her with a mixture of curi- osity and understanding. HEN quite suddenly she doubled up her fists and hammered both knees with them. ‘‘I don’t care; I’m not going to give up. If I fail, I fail; that’sall there istoit. Butat least I’ll go back with the satisfaction of knowing that I gave my adventure a chance.” The rebellion passed. She sank back in the seat, her hands unclenched and she spread them out before her, palms up, in mute peti- tion. “I can’t believe it is true-—that it can’t be done, that you can’t go in young, play the game fair and win. Somebody must have succeeded some time, haven’t they?” “They certainly have, but those some- bodies have been very few and very far be- tween. And they have all been men, the few that I have known, and much older than you. They succeeded because they were born fighters and because they had the courage to stick. They held on when there seemed to be no hope left, when the odds were all against them, when they thought they hadn’t a friend or a dollar to their names. It is always that last day, often the very last hour, that turns the luck; and almost everybody gives up just a little too soon. If you can fight and hold on to the last like that, you may be able to succeed too. I hope so.”’ She laid her hand over Eudora’s. ‘Please don’t think it has been easy to tell you this; it is the cruelest thing in the world to have to be a crusher of dreams. But I couldn’t let you go on with your hopes so high and your courage so untried without showing you what lay ahead. It is only in nursery rimes, my dear, that the little old woman gets her pig home safely that night.” Eudora flushed crimson. How did she know about the pig! It seemed altogether too much like an uncanny stroke of fate to be pleasant. Was some unseen fate trying to weaken her determination and turn her back from her adventure before it had even begun? She clung fast to the courage she had left, and, if she felt in her heart that she was wavering, there was no hint of it in her face “Still, I don’t see why. If the pig was worth the buying, I don’t see why the old woman couldn’t get help, plenty of it.”’ as H, SHE does’’—there was irony in the voice—‘‘andsomebody else gets the pig.” Eudora’s fellow traveler rose. “‘ You have made me forget I was tired, but I must go to bed. I have a long, hard day before me to- morrow. There is just one other thing: I don’t want you to think that I have been talking about something I know nothing about; I have been living in this theatrical world for more than thirty years and I know it through and through, from the stage en- trance to the box-office receipts. I’m an old timer, my dear; and I’ve watched too many hearts break and too many lives become wrecked to be able to stand silent and un- protesting when youth plunges in. Of course, you will do as you please, as you think best. Good luck go with you.” She gave the girl’s hand a warm grip and passed on to her berth. Eudora picked up her bag and went on to the dressing room. A few minutes later, as the porter was helping her up the steps, a hand was thrust out from the curtains at her feet, there was a card in it, and again she heard the mellow, vibrant voice: “I shall be rehearsing at the Stuyvesant for the next two weeks. We are opening there in a new play. If you decide to keep on and need a friend, come in and see me. The doorman will let you in, if you show him that.” Eudora took the card, thanked her and clambered up. Once behind her curtain she turned on the light and scanned the slip of pasteboard eagerly. “Edythe Mann Glen- denning, Westerly Court,’ she read, and below was written: “The béarer is a per- sonal friend, please admit her.”’ She sat huddled and spellbound for a long time as she read and reread the card. In spite of the very meager information that was hers concerning plays and players, she knew that Edythe Glendenning was one of the best known and best beloved of all the actresses on the present-day stage. For many years she had had her own company and managed her own productions. As the spell lifted, the full meaning of all that she had told Eudora seemed to settle upon the girl like a great crushing weight. There was no possible doubt of the truth of it; if anybody in the whole world could know the hard ships, the uncertainties, the failures in the theatrical world, this woman must. And yet, she had not said it was impossible; she had even intimated that success might be hers on condition. Eudora clutched the slip of paste- board and smiled grimly. “T think I can fight and I know I can hold on;” and with that she put the card into her bag for safe-keeping and turned out her light. \ HEN Eudora woke the train was in, and the berth below hers was empty. The last thing she remembered before going to sleep was a frantic effort to make her hopes and her courage outbalance her dis- couragement; but she had not succeeded. However, with-a new day before her, with the sun calling through the car windows, with spring beckoning her to be up and doing and the beaming countenance of Sarah Filbert wishing her ‘‘a mighty sweet mawnin’,”’ she knew that the scales were tipped well in the favor of hope. In the bag was the list of the apartments that Jimmy Barnes had looked up; and after breakfast she piled Sarah, the bags and her- self into a taxicab and, giving the driver the first number on the list, she began the day’s home hunting. : “We're not going to take anything we don’t like,” said Eudora. ‘I have a feeling that it’s going to make all the difference in the world the way you cook, Sarah, and the way I succeed, if we find just the right kind of a cozy, cheery place.”’ “T’ll jes’ leave it to yo’m, honey. If it’s anywheres ’round in dis yeah runnin’-mad kind of a town yo'll shore find it;’’ and Sarah beamed even more abundantly. The first apartment was in the Fifties, up three dingy flights of stairs and overlooking a dismal, heterogeneous lot of back yards. Eudora flew out of it as fast as she had flown in, and, coming back to Sarah and the taxi, she shook her head. “ That’s not it, anyway. We'll try the one in the Sixties next.” This overlooked Madison Avenue. It was noisy; it was stiff and conventional and un homelike; and it made Eudora feel cut and dried and withered away. The third was too dark, and it held a nauseous, pervading odor of boiled cabbage and garlic. ‘‘I don’t know what the matter is,” she said in answer to Sarah’s questioning look; ‘‘all the people in New York can’t be living that way. It seems as if there must be somebody who has our kind of a home and wants to rent it for the summertime.” The next apartment was stately and exotic. It had gold-and-brocaded chairs, hangings and portraits and illuminated angels, and a bed with tapestry hangings; the dining room was lined with cabinets and plate racks which were filled with colored glass and painted china. Eudora felt weak and almost dis- couraged as she came back to the taxi. She didn’t try to explain to Sarah this time. She took her seat, and in silence they drove on to the next place or®Jimmy Barnes’ list. S SHE alighted for the fifth time and crossed the sidewalk, she looked about her with a modicum of hope. It was a moder- ately narrow apartment, immoderately high, and it faced the Park at the Eighties. “Here’s sunshine and air, plenty of it, if one can only live with the furniture,” thought Eudora. “There is an apartment here to rent?’’ she asked the buttons in the hall. “There is,” he agreed; “that is, if the gentleman’ll let you have it. There were three different parties asking for it yesterday One of ’em came back the second time, but he wouldn’t let ’em have it. Mr. Polk’s ter- rible particular.” “Polk; that’s a funny name.” “Tt’s Dudley Polk. He’s a painter, and famous, you bet! Didn’t you ever hear of him?” There was a suspicion of patronage on the buttons’ face. “I’m afraid I never did,” confessed Eu- dora. “What do I do? Go up and ask him if I can rent his apartment?”’ CONTINUED ON PAGE 92 Biltmore Hand-Woven Homespun Strictly hand-woven and containing abso- lutely not a fibre of anything but new sheep's wool, Hand-dyed with vegetable and ALIZARINE dyes. No aniline dyes used. Every color guaranteed. We use no lamb’s wool because it shrinks almost as long as it lasts. After we dye the wool in its raw state we card, spin, weave and dry-clean it, then scour it two hours in hot Ivory Soap suds, and dry it on tenter hook fences in the sun. There are about two hundred weaves and colors, and we never make two batches of the same pattern just alike. It is not easy to blend hand-dyed colors to exactly the same shade when in some cases there are as many as eight colors of wool in one mixing, and even if we could achieve the sameness that is produced by machine methods we would not like to do it, for there is a charm in the fact that a person is likely never to see two suits of Biltmore Handwoven Home- spun that exactly match. Biltmore Homespuns are made in a very old-fashioned way—just as we have made them for 20 years. They were originated by Mrs. Geo. W. Vanderbilt on the famous Biltmore Estate, and are the outgrowth of her philanthropy thru the establishment of an Industrial School in Biltmore Village, where boys and girls were taught Wood-Carving and Hand- Weaving. The school had its beginning back in 1901. It grew from year to year until the workers were permitted to sell their handiwork. Later it became known as the Biltmore Estate Industries, and after it had outgrown the bounds of a school it was sold to Mr. F. L. Seely, who built and operates Grove Park Inn (the finest resort hotel in the world), located only a short distance from Biltmore Village. Old English Shop buildings were built on the grounds at the Inn. More looms were built by our own men and boys, and we have grown until now there are over ninety workers at the Homespun weaving, and we have friends who patronize us as far away as Shanghai, China, Uruguay, Alaska, Hawaiian Islands, Europe, and thousands upon thou- sands of towns and cities at home. We have been awarded two gold and one silver medals. Biltmore Handwoven Homespuns are not like any other in the world. They have a character and individuality of their own. They are not loose, shaggy, baggy weaves, such as one usually associates with the name homespun. They are not simply sport foods, for though we make many beautiful sport weaves and they are worn in golf suits and the like by some of the wealthiest men and women in the United States, still our biggest business and the patterns to which we devote most attention are those for ladies’ suits and coats. We weave three weights: ‘*Regular,’’ which is a very substantial, closely woven cloth, quite hard twist, and weighs about 7‘, to 8 ounces to the yard, 28 to 29 inches wide. “Summer Weight"’ is made of precisely the same yarn but has 300 less threads to the same width and weighs about 6 ounces to the yard. It simply is woven more loosely and is an ideal weight for ladies’ suits. “Overcoat’’ is made by drawing three threads together and making practically a triple thread. The overcoat cloth is of a wonderful texture and weighs about 14 ounces to the yard. All Biltmore Homespuns are precisely the same on either side. We have seen men's suits that had been worn two and three years, then turned inside out and made over. Regular weights $4.25 per yard Summer weights $3.75 per yard Overcoat $5.25 per yard You will find that these prices are from $1.00 to $2.00 per yard under the prices asked for similar weight machine-made cloths which do not begin to compare with Bilt- more Homespuns. This is due to the fact that we have in the past three years in- creased our price only enough to cover the increased cost of wool and labor. Seven to eight yards are required for a lady's suit. Samples costing us 10c each will be sent on request. Please do not put us to this ex- pense unless you are seriously considering our homespun. Biltmore Industries Established 1901 Grove Park Inn. Asheville, N. C. Philadelphia, August 4, 1919. Biltmore Industries, Asheville, N. C Dear Sir: In 1912 I purchased from you sufficient cloth for a suit of homespun. I wore it for three years continually until the single pair of trousers wore out. I wore the coat until the lining gave out, and then gave it to a friend of mine, who had it relined and wore it since. I saw this man this summer and the coat was still in perfect condition. In fact fit better than it ever did, though the second lining was also in bad fix. 1912- 1919—that is not a bad record. Please let me know how many yards it will take for a suit and how many yards for a suit and extra trousers (long). Also send me samples of your best weaves with prices. I will return them if necessary. I thought you might want to know the wearing qualities of your cloth unsolicited. Yours very truly, Weeks Hall.

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THE SILVER SIXPENCE (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 91, “Nixie! You wait here. I'll go up.” The buttons disappeared in the lift, and Eudora sat down on the settle in the hall. In a few minutes the youth returned with the announcement that Mr. Polk was following; and the next time the lift came down it brought the artist himself. He was a thin, bald, middling-young man, with nervous, fidgety movements and a pair of very sharp, gray eyes. He gave Eudora a nod by way of greeting and proceeded to look her over without apology. ‘Are you alone?” he asked at last. “Not exactly.”” Eudora smiled inwardly. “There’s Sarah Filbert by way of solid re- spectability.” “And may I ask who is Sarah Filbert?” “You certainly may. She’s been a sort of nurse-cook-mother to me ever since I was born. She’s black outside and she’s white inside, and she has the biggest, truest heart in the world. Where I go, she goes. She is outside in the taxi, if you want to look her over too.” Wad a jerk and a half-smile he walked to the door and looked out. The famous Dudley Polk turned back to Eudora and the gray eyes looked pleased about something. ‘‘ Why, she’s a regular old Southern mammy.” ‘She certainly is,” agreed Eudora. ‘She came to us from North Carolina.” “T came from North Carolina myself. I was raised by an old mammy just like that. Do you want to look the studio over?” “T’d like to.” The girl followed him into the lift while the buttons threw hera look of conspicuous hope. They soared together to the top floor, walked the length of the passageway to a short flight of steps that had a door at the top. “Tt’s out of the ordinary run of apart- ments, you know. I hope you don’t mind something a little odd and unconventional.” He had opened the door, and Eudora found herself looking out on a roof, a roof that overlooked a park just bursting into green and swept the horizon far to the south with barely a half dozen housetops between. Eudora’s eyes were dancing when they came back from the brief formality of look- ing it over, and she stood once more in the doorway. ‘It’s the most perfect place I ever dreamed of. If you really must go away and leave it to someone, I can promise you that Sarah and I will take awfully good care of it till you want it back again. If you'd only seen some of the others I’ve looked at to-day you'd realize that this looks like a green- grass-and-date oasis in a pretty parched desert.” The artist actually smiled at her uncondi- tional praise. “‘You are sure you won't mind having to use an umbrella to get to the lift when it rains? And the delivery doesn’t come up to the roof. Your Sarah Filbert will have to tote everything from the floor below.” “She won’t mind,” laughed Eudora. “ Let’s go down and bring her up and see what she a." So they did. The buttons and Dudley Polk he Iped with the bags, and with a free hand'the latter boosted Sarah up the flight of stairs on to the roof. Fo’ do Lordy sakes !”’ she ejac ulated, roll- ing her eyeballs. “If dis doan beat all.” She turned with a beatific grin to Eudora. ““How yo’ come, honey, to fin’ dis yeah li'l’ toadstool perched way up halfway to heaben? I reckon we're so close we c’n heah de angels’ wings swoochin’ t’rough de air.” “Well, don’t let any of them carry you away, mammy,” laughed the artist. “If it hadn’t been for you, I don’t believe I would ever have rented this toadstool to your young lady.” HAT afternoon Dudley Polk moved out, en route to his summer camp in the mountains, and Eudora and Sarah Filbert moved in. And that night Jimmy Barnes climbed the steps to the roof and found his way to theirnew home. He came laden with information and high hopes of the very same brand that Eudora had started with the day before. He had a list of eligible players all ready for Eudora to pass on. He had a stage manager ready to engage who had been rec- ommended by no less a person than Max Steinburg, head of that theatrical corpora- tion. He had also estimates for the scenery from a company recommended by the same Steinburg; and, best of all, he had that omnipotent person’s promice of a theater, a good theater on a good percentage, when the play should be ready. “You know it hasn’t been half as hard or discouraging as I expected.” Jimmy Barnes’ voice was marvelously cheerful. ‘These the- atrical people are really awfully decent and easy to get on with, if you know how to go about it. I shouldn’t wonder if we could get just about anything we want when the time comes.” Eudora sat very still for a long time and said nothing. When she met Jimmy’s new born smile, it was with one that was abso lutely sphinxlike, and she laid her hand gently on his to soften the blow as much a she could. “T hate terribly to disappoint you, Jimm) Barnes, but we’re not going to put on th play just yet. For the present you're going to keep right on with your newspaper, and I am going to board Broadway and find out some thing about this theatrical-pirate business for myself. I’m glad you’re optimistic; just keep right on believing in everything and everybody; but before we do anything ras! we are going to grow a lot wiser, you and | And I might as well tell you now that I’v: suddenly turned into a very distrusting per son; that, except for you and the play, Jimmy Barnes, I am not going to believe in a single, solitary soul.” solitary soul IV She went a little farther, and she met a dog So she said to the dog: ‘Dog, dog, bite pig! Pig won't get over the stile; and I shan’t get home to-night.’’ But the dog would not. UDORAate her breakfast in silence; and long after she had finished she sat with elbows on the table, her face in her hands, looking out through the eastern window. She was thinking hard, subtracting all that Jimmy Barnes had told her the night before from what she had heard the night before that, and factoring the difference into all the possible digits that might stand for success or failure. She would never be able to tell which until she knew more, until she felt invested with that degree of authorized knowledge that makes for certainty. The big question was, how was she going to getit? She sat and wrestled with this perplexity for so long that Sarah Filbert grew anxious. After thrusting an inquisitive head many times through the doorway of the kitchenette and failing to gain response of any kind, she finally emerged in her entirety and stood before Eudora. ‘What de matter, honey chile? Yo’ isn’t pinin’ fo’ de left-behinds, is yo’?” “No, but I’m pining for wisdom. Sarah, when you want to know anything about people, what is the best way to find it out?”’ **Go work fo’ ’em.” Eudora clapped her hands. “You've hit it. You’ve hit the nail right on the head and fastened down the lid of one of my troubles. You’re a blessed old dear, do you know it?’ Three-quarters of an hour later Eudora had filled out a blank at the Broadway Agency for Stenographers and Typists, paid her fee, and stipulated that she wished work only in the office of a manager. ‘HE girl at the application desk looked her over with the same directness that Dudley Polk had used the day before “What kind of a manager—theatrical?”’ “Of course.” “Well, there’s other kinds. Quiggan’s of fice called for a ‘stenog’ early this morning Rush call, and I hadn’t a thing to send but a green one. They probably won’t keep her more than half a day. If they send in another call here, I'll give you the chance.” Eudora signified that she did, thanked her, and inquired if she was supposed to wait there. “You'd better, if you want the job. We don’t aim to be the Astor and page our ‘stenogs.’ Waiting room outside.” Eudora picked out a chair that looked a shade less dilapidated and uncomfortable than the others and sat down to wait. Her eye caught a pile of morning papers on a table in the corner. Instantly she real ized that here was her opportunity to find out just how good a chance hers was going to be. She picked up the first one and turned to the theater announcements. Running her eye down the two columns, she found three plays presented under the management of Michael Quiggan. The name was a new one to her, but she reasoned that with as many productions as that to his credit, running at the same time in the same city, he must be at least tolerably successful. So her chance was fair, CONTINUED IN THE NOVEMBER HOME JOURNAL

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94 THE LADiIsE Ss HOME JOURNAL pr cnet, October, | HOW THE THREE GOOD SPIRITS EAR Boys and Girls: You know that there was a time when no white men lived in this country, and only Indians, strange, red-skinned people, roamed through the mighty forests that grew where now our biggest cities are. When the white people did begin to come from across the ocean, among the first was a ship load of folks called Quakers. Some other white people who came be- fore the Quakers had treated the Indians badly and made enemies of them. But the Quakers dealt with the Indians honorably, and the Indians became their friends. There weren't any houses where the Quak- ers went to live, and there weren't any grocery stores from which the fathers and mothers could get food for the little Quaker boys and girls. And before the Quakers could get all their houses built, and before they could plant the seed they had brought with them, to raise the food they needed, the cruel winter came = upon them, and the little Quaker boys and girls had not enough to eat. Then the Indians, the Quakers’ friends, brought them baskets of a food they had never seen before—baskets of golden Indian corn. And over these baskets of corn the Indian chieftain said this prayer: ‘Chitani-wa-ganit, Good Spirit of Strength! Ilau-wa-ganit, Good Spirit of Courage! Wula-wa-ganit, Good Spirit of Truth! Enter thou into this corn! That our friends, the Quakers, May be saved from starving.” “Now into this corn,” the Indians said, “we have called the Three Good Spirits of Beau- tiful Youth—the Spirit of Strength, the Spirit of Courage, and the Spirit of Truth. “They will save your starving children, because into him who eats the corn theThree Good Spirits enter, and he becomes strong and brave and true.” * a * * This is how the Indians brought the Three Good Spirits to save the Quaker boys and girls in those days of long ago. Today these same Three Good Spirits are ready to come SAVED THE QUAKERS Pe | to any little boy and girl who wants to come strong and brave and true. For we have called the Three Good Spir'ts for you—called them into a new kind corn flakes named Quaker Quakies. And Oh, how different are corn flake: with the Three Good Spirits in them! What strength for little bodies Chitani-wa-ga' 't has put into each crisp, firm flake! What a brave color for little cheeks Ilau-wa-ganit has put in the ruddy brown he has colored the: 1! And what true thoughts for little hearts a: minds Wula-wa-ganit has hidden in th: sweet deliciousness! Just ask your grocer for the fairy box ©! Quaker Quakies in which these Three Goo: Spirits dwell. “And from it heap high your breakfast bowl with all their goodness. Then close your eyes and eat—and you, too, lik: the little Quaker boys and girls. of long ag? will become strong and brave and true from these Three Good Spirits of Beautiful Yout! The Quaker Oats Company, /6//M Railwe Exchange Building, Chicago, Illinois.

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to Spirits ind 0! flak es What agai it Vhat a nit has thei! rts aid 1 th box of . Go UG h your Then 90, like ng ago e from Yout! ailwa October. 1920 If Even One of Mine is Away I Miss it and Count the Time Till it Comes Home. Each One Seems to Have a Place in My Heart That None of the Others Fills Epttor’s Nore—You drive out a mile or so from the little town of Strasburg, Pennsylvania; you pass orderly rich fields of wheat, of rye, of corn, of bacco, until you see a thick clump of old maples vith glimpses through of buildings. Up a shaded ne you go until you reach a house. Out frisk a wd of youngsters, all pretty near of a size, and u say to yourself: ‘‘Dear me! I’ve tumbled into i picnic!” In saying which you will be only partly wrong, because they all live there, eight of them, seven sisters and one brother; and mainly right, ecause although they live there, they are having a snic all the time—and doing most of the housework 1 some of the outdoor work besides. Honestly— ind the oldest is only fourteen! It is a “pure American” family too—parents, grandparents, and most of the great-grandparents rn in this country. American families of eight children? Oh, yes, they happened frequently in the long ago, the good old yneer days. The early settlers all had big families. Any untry-bred grandfather can name you a dozen—one right on he next farm; they had sixteen. But name one to-day! Well—lemme see. To-day? Oh, that’s diffrunt. ’ can’t seem to think of one right off. Times has changed d’able since I was a boy. is ‘hey have indeed! So much so that to catch a real American ly nowadays with eight children growing up and the mother | in the thick of things, so you can ask r how she manages to keep a home going 1 eight children blooming with no out- e help except the public schools—well, it’s something to do. Luckily we caught ist that mother in the act—Mrs. Eva shop—and we have asked her to tell us r the benefit of other mothers what hav- g a family of eight children means to er; how she organizes their work so that is really effective in the making of a yme; and what her children can do more better than other children of corre- onding ages. Here is her own story. GUESS only the Lord himself knows what a family of eight children does mean to the mother; she hasn't time » think about it herself. She just drives head from one day’s end to the next, oing what has got to be done and thank- il that she has the health and strength »do it. For a family of eight children eans work—work from four or five clock in the morning until you drop into ‘d at night at whatever time it may ippen to be; you never know before- ind when the work will be done. But s just sent by degrees and you get used » it; you could never do it if it came on u all at once. Then when you do get used to it you op thinking about the work and care, id you aren't happy unless you have crowd of children round you all the me; you simply wouldn't know what ’ do without them. Why, if even one mine is away I miss it and count the me till it comes home, though I have ‘arm and Home Being a Joint Affair, ‘the Whole Crowd Turns Out to Plant Potatoes HOME JOURNAL She Thinks She is Helping to Run the Farm the other seven right under my eyes. Each one seems to have a place in my heart that none of the others fills. Sometimes I think I love them best when they are small and innocent, depending on me for everything, before they have wills and ways of their own and begin to talk back at me. Then again, when they are old enough to think for them- selves and to work, trying to relieve you of part of your load, you know you wouldn't change them into babies again if could, even though you do get exasperated when they think you % 95 By Eva Bishop PHOTOGRAPHS BY G. GARDNER RICHARDS they know it all and call their parents a “back number.’ Boys, girls, older ones, little ones, a baby—they are all different, each one a special problem that you have to study out by itself with something new about it; and they all help, each in its own way, to make the variety that keeps life interesting as you go along. But it takes both time and numbers to get your- self broken into a large family; a year or two and a child or two won't do it. With the first child everything is new to you, and you worry day and night. Whenever it is a little fretful or feverish you think it’s coming down with something. The second child isn't quite so alarming; you know a few things by that time, but not enough to keep you from worrying. With the third you begin to feel sure of your ground, so that by the time the fourth arrives you know pretty much everything that can be the matter with young children and exactly what to do when it happens; so you stop worrying and begin to enjoy them. After that, a new baby is an old story—and a better one too! When Zelda Jane came I enjoyed her more even than Georgie, my boy; and this baby now—little Martha—has been nothing but a pleasure to me since she was born. Why, she’s such a treat to all of us, and the other children take care of her and play with her so much, I hardly get a chance at her myself. Isometimes wonder if she knows which her real mother is—which only goes to show what a large family means to you when you have it in running order, although you may never stop to think about it until you try to tell someone else. And another point about it: Your second four don’t begin to be the care the first four were. For one thing, you never have to amuse them; the older ones attend to that, and they all play together. It would cut a big hole in your day if they didn't. I know a woman with only three; she says she has to spend nearly all her spare time keeping them amused, and it tires her more than housework. Harriet, my first, was the only child I ever had to amuse, for as soon as the second one, Ruth, was old enough to toddle I set the two of them to amusing each other and after that the others as they came along. So I never had to think about it again, except to get them a few dolls and toys. Also, these older ones wash and dress the smaller ones and wait on the baby—another big saving in yourcares. Of course when they are getting ready for Sunday school I help the whole bunch, tie their hair bows, see to the face washing and all the rest of it; but that comes only once a week. On the | j ist the baby. other days I wash and dress PAGE 98

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HOME JOURNAL

October

THE MOTHER OF EIGHT But by the time you have six or seven you learn how to lighten a . lot of your cares and let your wor- ries slide. I never worry one mirute about my eight now; I just wait till something hap- pens, and nothing much ever does. But the work you can’t let slide. That is something that doesn’t de- crease with a large family, although it doesn’t increase in proportion to the number of children in the home; I mean that for eight you do not have to do double what you did for four. You already have a lot of things made up and on hand, such as outgrown clothes, still per- fectly good; that you would have to give away if you could not pass them on down the line, which saves you on both buying and sewing; and the older children are helping with the housework. If you manage and organize the family right, when the load increases for you at one end with a new baby an older child at the other end is able to take over something about the house that will even things up again for you. This increase comes on the older children by degrees, as it does on you, and they get so used to doing a little more every year and taking more responsibility for the home that they don’t feel it to be a bur- den. I have managed it so that, with eight of them now, I am doing much less actual housework than I did when I had four, al- though I am doing much more headwork. However, to accomplish this, to get part of the home-making burden carried by the children themselves, you must have some sort of scheme or system, start it going early in the game and keep it going ever after. It won’t keep itself going; you must be the driving force back of your system; the leader and the overseer; the one who decides what is to be done to-day and to-morrow, and who keeps pushing forward all the time. Drive— drive—drive ! 7 OME on, girls, we’ve got to do this’’; or “‘ Hurry up, girls, get through so we can do that. Never mind the other thing now; it will have to wait. Pitch in here, all hands!” There’s no let-up for you on the drive or the planning out, and your mind must be on that job every hour, because children must be kept in line. It makes no difference how willing they are to help or what good workers, they always need to be set going, followed up and reminded, and more or less held to what they have to do, first one of them and then another. You never know which child is going to break loose—often- times it’s the one you least expect—or which is going to forget or make a mistake. Really it would surprise anybody, the way they can forget in a minute something they have been doing regularly for weeks on end, and the mistakes they make after you’ve taught them every detail of a piece of work until you think they can do it in their sleep. And yet, when you stop to think of it, if they did do everything exactly right and had such a sense of responsibility that they never wanted to play before they had their work done up, they wouldn’t be children at all, but infant paragons, little old men and women, with no fun in them and no pleasure to any- body. One thing a mother learns from a crowd of children is that you’ve got to take them for what they are—just children, no two alike, no two the same age, none of them para gons—and plan a work scheme into which they all fit according to their different capac- ities and dispositions. UT the great difficulty with every home- work scheme is to keep it from becoming mere drudgery and disciplirfe to the children and slave driving to the mother, with the whole family miserable in consequence. I believe that parents and children both have a right to happiness, and they’re bound to get a certain amount of it out of their home, or it isn’t home to them; it’s a factory- boarding-house affair that they want to get away from as soon as possible. If you are trying to make a genuine home you have to consider how happiness and work can go on together, one not interfering with the other. The work is there all the time—there’s no getting away from that—and just about so (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 95)

much has got to be done every day of the year to keep a home going at all. The ques- tion is how to divide the work round and have everybody doing a fair share without so many rules and regulations that you have to spend your time seeing that they are carried out, the children feeling driven and tied down, walking a treadmill and shedding tears of self-pity. simplest way I have found for getting round all that kind of feeling is to make work seem natural to them, as natural and as much part of their lives as eating, sleeping and playing; not something outside their everyday affairs and put off on them by grown people, but something everybody does, expects to do and expects them to do without saying anything about it. Once the children feel that way, they just go ahead willingly and pleasantly, the same as the rest of us, and that’s all there is to it. It is when work seems put off on them by somebody else or an unnatural part of their lives that they get balky and grouchy over it. But to make work seem natural, you have to start them at it very early or at least to start them thinking they are helping, al- though actually they may not be doing any- thing that from your standpoint can be called work. For if you wait until they are old enough to do real work that is of help before you ask it of them, you have let them get the idea into their little heads that all the work belongs naturally to the grown-ups and all the play to the children, and they will feel imposed on and justified in shirking and grumbling and all the rest. So about as soon as a child can walk, I begin asking it to help me with something or other, if only to come out with me and feed the chickens, which all the children love to do so much that they sometimes quarrel for their turn at it. Little three-year-old Zelda Jane is helping to feed chickens this summer, the young ducklings being her special de- light. She will amuse herself with them by the hour, watching them scramble for the feed that she sprinkles a grain or two at a time. Whenever I want to keep her busy and know where she is, I only have to give her a bowl of feed and tell her to go do her work, and there she'll sit till the last scrap is gone, talking away to herself and the ducks, per- fectly contented. I always call this “her work” to make her feel that she is doing something to help and has her place the same as the rest of us. In that way she gets used to the word, and it will have pleasant mean- ings for her later when the time for real work comes. N THE case of my oldest two, Harriet and Ruth, I began depending on them for real work and responsibility when they were only nine and ten years old. I had to. There were four younger children to look after and nobody else to help me in the house; so those two had to roll up their little sleeves and pitch in, washing dishes, preparing vege- tables, looking after the other children and keeping them amused, getting them up and dressed in the morning and undressed for bed at night and everything else they were able to do. I think that seeing these older ones so busy all the time probably taught the younger ones what to expect and what was expected of them; for when their turn came they took hold as if they considered work the most natural thing in the world, and even boasted about being allowed to do the dishes or make cake. None of them beat Harriet, though; she teased to wipe dishes when she was only three years old! I notice that quite small children like to f. they are doing r work and acco) plishing somethi worth while. |; seems to give th: a sense of satisfa tion that th never get fro play or games. | try to encoura that feeling all | can, and so do their father by gi ing them such out side chores as thi are able to do fo: him. We never pay the children foran work they do for us about the hous: or on the farm. | want them to feel that they owe their work and help in making the home and the living, which are as much theirs as ours. If I once started pay- ing them for any- thing to let them earn a little pocket money I know it wouldn't be any time before they would be expecting pay for everything and refusing to help with- out it. As it is now, they just go ahead help- ing with whatever has to be done because they feel it natural and right for them to work the same as the rest of us. We meet the pocket-money question by giving them a little now and then as they ask for it. But I think the real inner secret of my success in making the children work the way they do lies in our motto: “This is a joint affair—no fellow does it alone,” and in our all living it, we grown folks as well as the children, for we literally eat, drink and sleep it, work it and play it. The motto applies all over the farm, to the father’s and grand- father’s work outdoors, the mother’s in the house, the children’s among themselves; no fellow does it alone if any other fellow is needed to help. With some of the men’s work the girls and I can’t help; it is too heavy for us; but the whole crowd turns out to plant potatoes; the older girls help with planting the to- bacco; and when the garden is plowed, they and I plant and cultivate it. PHOTO. BY G. GARONER RICHARDS While Harriet is Milking, Ruth is Preparing Supper. Next Morning the Girls Change About HE idea is that, farm and home being a joint affair, all of us must put in our work when and where it is needed and as much as is needed, no matter how long it takes; and that nobody except babies has any time she can call her own while there is work to be done. The older children have the idea now; I mean that it is a real push to them; the younger ones feel it only in a vague sort of way yet. It takes time for an idea like that to grow in children’s minds, but if you live yourself and keep it before them all the tin they gradually get it. When they do, ) don’t have to drive or urge or beg or p them to help with work that makes th home and living; they work then becau they want to. That is why, in organizing our work { the day and week, I have no cut-and-dri program; it gets too monotonous for eve! body and would spoil the feeling that we ar working together in a joint affair. When you organize children’s work on a set-program basis with special tasks for each child, they come to think that as soon as the task is finished their time is their own to do as the please with and no more ought to be required of them; so off they go. They are neve! ready and willing to meet the demand for extra work that is always cropping up i spite of your calculations, and you general!) do that extra work yourself rather than see! to be putting it off on the children and ha\ ing to listen to their grumbling and back tal over it besides. Y KEEPING them in the attitude tha everything is everybody’s work until is done there is no grumbling over any of it what they like or don’t like or what is fair o isn’t fair for them to do; and there is almos no slacking or quitting either, because the) have too much pride or feel ashamed to go ot! and leave the other fellow to do it alone. | that doesn’t keep them from shirking the) know what they get: the shirk has to do it alone! Doing a piece of work alone without another soul to speak to is one of the worst punishments I have to give. I have heard some of them say they would rather take a dose of ‘‘strap oil” any time, for that’s over in a few minutes and you can-dry your tears and forget it, but “doing alone” may last hours and nobody sees or cares whether you cry or not. CONTINUED ON PAGE 101

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[es HOME JOURNA 99 tober, 1920 »ber 19 i) to fk ng ri acco ethi le. | e the utisfa th fro nes oura + all 9) rat by g ch oul as tl do 10! Tr pa forat do for » hous irm. | to tk ywe nd help e home iving, ; much aI d pay- rr any- t them yuldn’t vecting p with- d help- ecause 1em to e meet them a of my he way a joint in our as the d sleep applies grand- in the es; no llow is e girls is; but tatoes; he to- d, they yeing a Yo Suit Your Color Scheme ir work uch as s; and ere UST as in the dining room And a linoleum floor is less ex a now; pictured above, an Arm pensive than other types of «Eye strong’s Linoleum floor can be — floors. The Circle A trademark ce that made the basis of any color — onthe strong burlap back is your aon scheme. Blue or green, yellow or guarantee that you are buying m i 0, ) pink, rose or brown—by an ap- _ genuine linoleuam—Armstrong’s, sat propriate floor choice you can flexible and durable. ecal establish and emphasize the hues After you select your Arm one you love in the decoration of any strong’s Linoleum floor, have I-dri room. In European residences your merchant lay it properly, ag linoleum is frequently used by cementing it down over heavy en you throughout to obtain the desired —_ felt paper—the ideal way to lay 1 they artistic effect. Jaspé, Inlaid, and Plain linoleum. task i Moreover, Armstrong’s Lino- Then you have a permanent aes leum makes a permanent floor floor that does not bulge, crack, oe worthy of any fabric rug. It is _ or splinter. Se i resilient to the foot and muffles Our book showing the use of nerall sound. It needs little time and linoleum “for every room in the . care to keep it spotless. An oc- house”’ will give you a better “k tal casional waxing keeps it like new; understanding of its many deco- it does not easily spot or mar. __ rative possibilities. hg **The Art of Home Furnishing and Decoration’’ y of it By Frank Alvah Parsons, President of the New York School of Fine fair o and Applied Art. Sent, with de luxe color plates of fine home interiors, almos on receipt of twenty cents. e the: Armstrong Bureau of Interior Decoration ‘a Write this Bureau for advice as to patterns to match any scheme of g they interior decoration. Trained decorator in charge. No fees. + ode ARMSTRONG Cork Company, LinoLEUM DEPARTMENT F nea 902 Mary St., Lancaster, Pa. take a 7 sires t 9 > 2 yu IMStronges LInOLeuM er you CrRCLE A TRADE MARK FEO wv & PAT OFF for Every Room (A) in the House u prefer any of the Armstrong patierns here to the one used in this dining room, y number from your linoleum merchant.

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H E 1 A Dd I E 5s HOME JOURNAL Let your Mirror frame a lovely face . ERHAPS no other tex- ture is as beautiful as the human skin at its best And this fine satin-texture, which is within the reach of nearly everyone, is promoted largely by theuseofa puresoap. But, added to its utter purity, Fairy Soap possesses other most valuable soap-qualities. “Mellowed together” for the particular care of skins, Fairy Soap cleanses perfectly —and rinses off. It leaves no soapy deposit behind in the tiny pores to coarsen them and spoil the fine skin-texture. No soap remains on the tender outer skin, after rinsing, to cause it to feel “tight” or “dry.” Of course, be sure to use Fairy Soap in your bath. For healthy skins and fine complexions always go together. Make friends with Fairy Soap. Buy several cakes at once. Then let its regular, day-by- day use help your skin toward a fine satin-textured loveliness. CHE FAIR BANK SOmPaARY) The oval white floating cake — for toilet, for bath CHave you a little Fairy in your home? FAIRY SOAP October. Important Facts about ‘‘Skins and Soaps”’ The t kin 1s more active rinse off th the skin elsewhere on th body. It therefore requires Fairy Soap is a tonic that special attention if the satin fr in-texture welcome brit SA ' CA 4 A } Ss. texture 1s to retain its fresh, , “es ) Fairy’s pure creamy lather refined loveliness. Of course . reaches gently into pores. It creams thoroughly out of pores. It must be more. It must It the soap used must be pure. carries away excess oil, oa also these three valu- cates and acid matter from the able qualities: pores as well as surface dust and impurities. And after this perfect cleansing, Fairy per- fectly rinses off. These Fairy Soap qualities @ @ make fora fine-textured loveliness to your skin. 1. It must cream into pores and cleanse them. . It must cream out of pores, leaving them soothed is well as freshened. ’. It must easily and completely 4

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ber, October, 1920 HOME JOURNAL 101 THE MOTHER OF EIGHT | (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 98) 3. NXT) + DINE LIN Fe] J. ah dha 4 | , oa The other day one of the older girls tried think Iam claiming that any of them are fine : : , os ge Ree sai es to shirk out of washing the dishes. She housekeepers by this time. Fine housekeep- ot ee | | wished to go to see a friend, so she set out to. ing and “apple-pie order’’ are impossible | | “~ +e we, aps”’ oS ind. inn AE RIED unload all the work on Eva and Mary and, when they refused to do it, she began sissing and calling them names. She didn’t know I could hear, and I suddenly popped in on her. “You have to do the dishes because it’s your turn; so that’s all there is to that!” 1 said to her. “But Eva and Mary don’t have to stand your temper and impudence while you’re doing your turn, so they may go out and play, and you do it alone—wash and wipe and put away, set the table, sweep up, everything. You stay right here till it’s done.”’ Out we three went and left her alone in her glory. I think she shed some tears and tried to feel herself very much abused, for she didn’t appear outside for a good hour. She hasn’t shown a sign of tantrums about her work since. Neither have the younger pair; it was a lesson to them as well as to her. UT because there are no daily set tasks for each child, don’t get the idea that everything is go as you please here, without plan or regu- lation, no- body ever knowing what comes next or who is going to do it when it does come, for we havea work plan into which all of us fit. Only, our in- dividual places in the plan change from week to week—or from day to day if we — to feel like it; but the work goes on regularly; it has to—where there are ten people sitting down to table every day, two of them hungry, hearty men who expect their three meals on the dot. According to our plan, our day begins be- tween four and five o’clock in the morning with the milking and getting breakfast—six or seven cows to milk the year round, and a two-person job it is, unless somebody does it alone and gets up an hour earlier than the others. Here we are obliged to have a set program for the older girls and myself, be- cause the other children are none of them strong enough for milking, and we let them sleep an hour later. So Harriet or Ruth helps me with the milking while the other one stays in the house and gets the breakfast. In the evening the order is reversed, be- cause the same’ girl does not milk twice a day; the one who got the breakfast takes the milking, the other gets the supper. This they do turn and turn about, a week at a time, which means that these girls are responsible for putting two meals a day on the table for the rest of us while Iam milking. And they do it so well now that, for the last three years, as nearly as I can remember, I have got breakfast only once and supper a few times when they have been away or com pany has come in. That’s saying something for thirteen and fourteen year old children! Our next regulation is that the girl who where you have a number of youngsters and a baby. The older girls keep the house clean and fit to live in; that is all we can try for now. T THE present stage our biggest problem is how to get the food provided and keep it going on the table at the rate of three meals a day for ten people. Everything else in the home except “the baby—all other housework, sewing, play—has to stand to one side for that; so naturally meal getting is the first work the children are called on to help with and taught in detail. ven when they are as young as six they can do something—run errands, fill in here and there and lend a hand at the clearing up, which is quite a help sometimes, when you consider that merely the kitchen end of our food problem, the preparation, cooking and clearing away, uses up from four to seven ‘hours right out of the heart of the day and works at least three pairs of hands all of that time and extra hands part of the time. But by be- ing called on first tolenda hand in work that an older childisdoing, shelling peas or Lima beans, husk- ing corn, peeling pota- toes,cleaning radishes, and so on, the younger chil- dren learn to do it. This kind of food preparation is mostly left to the younger ones now and the older girls keep them right at it. I hear them bossing round: ‘Mary, you finish shelling these peas. . . . Eva, go down cellar after the potatoes and peel them. . . . Louise and Georgie, you can just come right here and husk this corn, and hurry up about it too!” The younger children don’t seem to mind it. Sometimes I think they like it and wouldn’t be happy if they didn’t get bossed, because it gives them something to do they feel is all right, and then they know where they stand. In this way—by calling on the others and bossing them—most of the teach ing of housework here is done by the older girls. I taught them originally what they know; they are passing it on to the next pair, who are beginning to pass it on to the pair below. I cannot say I planned this out as part of my scheme for organizing the children; it is one of the things that just naturally happens that way in a large family; Dut since it has happened that way, my not having to look after such details any more, except to keep a kind of general oversight, has been a great saving in my time and strength for the pro viding end of the game, which nobody but myself can carry. The food this family con sumes in a year amounts to cartloads—yes, cartloads! We start with two cartloads of white and sweet potatoes, which is only one item in the list. If I could not lighten up on some of the details, I should drop! The “Ohe HUMAN VOICE and Ghe Cheney Tue BEAUTY of the human voice as bestowed by nature can hardly be surpassed. And its principles, adapted to THE CHENEY, give rare beauty to the playing of this instrument. Just as sounds are gathered and controlled in that a got the meal washes the dishes after it, with cooking part alone, after the providing and comes. the second pair of children, Eva and Mary, _ preparation have been attended to, is enough a , lather aged eleven and nine, for helpers. to keep me on the jump for hours. the living human throat, so are sound vibra- ws. It These two children do their work turn and , ‘ h d d led j h «i {pore turn about, a week at a time also, the one UT here is where Harriet and Ruth are tions gat ered and controlied in the acoustic a clearing the table, scraping plates, putting beginning to shine; they are good plain - ss oil, away left-over food, and so on, which finishes _ cooks by this time for all the foods we com- throat of THE CHENEY. om the her work for that meal; the other wipingand monly use, both meats and vegetables. They e dust putting away the dishes and setting the make all the pies themselves, the plain pud- ter this table for the next meal. However, if they dings—rice, bread, cornstarch, tapioca—and a eee eT rr ere TSS ry per- want to change places before the week is up, most of the cake. They have not yet learned DEALERS EVERYWHERE , or one let the other off and do her work, they to make bread. In winter I do that myself, may, provided both are willing. AsfarasI because they are too busy with school work can I leave the children to manage such to undertake any lengthy operations; in details among themselves, because I think it summer we are all of us too busy; so I buy makes them more obliging to each other; bread from a baker who comes round with a ome although, of course, [keepaneyeonthemto wagon twice a week. 4 see that one isn’t doing all the obliging and Canning and preserving they have only getting more than her fair share of the work put off on her. N WASH mornings Eva and Mary attend to all the after-breakfast work with Louise and Georgie lending a hand, to leave Harriet and Ruth free to start in early with the washing. They and I do it together in winter; but in summer, when I have a rush of other work, like canning and preserving, they do all the washing and ironing by them- selves, more than half of the general house- work and help with sewing besides. We make all our sunbonnets and aprons, all the clothing for the little children, and the everyday clothes for the older ones and myself. Our Sunday clothes we buy or have made for us. What you might call dressmaking is a little beyond our range. This account has given you a rough idea of the way I organize my children and keep our “joint affair” going. But please don’t helped with thus far; but they say they are going to try it by themselves this summer. There will be two proud and happy girls and a proud and happy mother in this house when they show me a jar that will keep and a jelly that has “‘jelled.” As I have said, I depend on the children themselves now for everything connected with breakfast and supper except the actual providing of the food materials; but cooking dinner falls to my share through the winter, because the four older girls are in school. In vacation time I can depend on Harriet and Ruth for that meal, too, whenever necessary, and literally from the ground up. I only have to tell them to take charge and give them a few directions like this: ‘We'll have stewed chicken, mashed potatoes, peas and fried eggplant”; and one of the girls will catch and kill a chicken, pick it, dress it, CONTINUED ON PAGE 102 - | + | | The Cheney Acoustic gathers tones and them under perfect and calculated control

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i + 9 een. ee eee ~~ el pay x iyi ee pi apt d ‘a! l WS | Wicd This is the new Fusan pattern in Syracuse China RANDMA chose her china as she did her silver —a pattern of whose beauty she would never tire, a china so well made that it might be ‘‘handed down” over the years to come. And today we, too, exclude the fragile and the bizarre, and make our choice as Grandma did, one of beauty and permanence. It is in Syracuse China we find the charm of design coupled with craftsmanship which resists the wear and tear of years. With but slight filling in, Syracuse China should last a lifetime. So many women have realized the lasting satisfactionand sensible pricing of this made-in-America China that it is difficult for your | dealer to keep an adequate supply. You will be glad that you waited, though, for Syracuse China. ONONDAGA POTTERY COMPANY New York Syracuse, HOME JOURNAL October, 1920 SYRACUSE CHINA it pi ae a ag ltl i UY Pe ‘N SP SAN hi ! i Mis a Bia exe) Vere Ket) VENUES S7 hia walt 2) il SN EN = Ai hae ale oe AW f ify mee a THE MOTHER OF EIGHT (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 101) cut it up for stewing, put it on to boil and dispose of the remains, and the other girl will call on some of the younger children to pick and shell the peas and peel the potatoes, while she slices and salts the eggplant, put- ting it under a weight to draw out the juice, and makes a pudding or three or four pies. I shouldn’t need to lift a finger until they had dinner on the table. I don’t say I shouldn’t have to keep an eye on the way things were going and perhaps drop a few reminders: ‘‘Are the potatoes in yet? Are you allowing enough time for the chicken?.”’ because children don’t go by the clock the way we grown folks do; time doesn’t mean to them what it does to us, and they never seem to notice how it slips away when they get jabbering together. Half an hour gone in some little fooling, and they say: ‘‘Why, we weren't fooling half a minute! Or not more than two minutes at the most!’’ And they believe it when they say it; it didn’t seem more than two minutes. Watching the clock and getting work done exactly on time is something that seems to come to children only by slow degrees; it takes years for them to reach a point where you can set a time and rely on them to meet it. So what’s the use of expecting it of them and getting exasperated and scolding them when they don’t doit? Idon’t. I watch the clock and drop the gentle hint. Then we’re all happy over what they have accomplished: the good dinner they set on the table with the help of a few hints from mother. UT now think what all this means to mother. If it were necessary, I could take the baby and go off, leaving the rest of them behind for a week or ten days, and feel sure that the older girls would keep every- thing going and that the house would be there when I got back again. I have heard other mothers say that if they went away only overnight they wouldn’t expect to find even the house left standing when they got back. So I know I am saying something for my children and the way I have brought them up and organized them when I say I can leave them to manage by themselves for days at a time and not worry about them. To my mind, it proves that our motto, “This is a joint affair,” has worked into their systems. But just speaking of your ordinary day’s work, not of possibilities or emergencies or special occasions, but just the day’s work as it runs along for weeks without a break, I tell you it lifts a load of care off your shoulders to know that your children do have a feeling of responsibility and can be depended on to behave themselves when your back is turned and go right ahead with what they have to do. If you had to watch six or eight of them to see that they didn’t bring the roof down, you'd have neither strengtlf nor head nor heart left for the burden you have to carry in keeping them from starving to death, not to mention anything else. For practically the whole responsibility for getting their food into the house falls on the mother. Keeping up the food supply and seeing that all the needed articles are on hand is one of the things children aren’t equal to because they can’t look ahead beyond the next meal, can’t provide for to morrow. You are the one who must see that the seven cows are milked twice a day and any- where from twenty-five to one hundred quarts of milk taken care of, part sent to the creamery, part kept for home use; that the chickens and ducks are hatched and raised; that the pigs are fed; that the vegetable garden gets planted and cultivated; that fruit and vegetables are picked and pre- served and canned for winter; that groceries are ordered and delivered, and that the daily bread is baked or bought. HE potatoes are about the only article of our diet that I don’t have to plan for and bring into the kitchen with my own hands or the children’s. The men attend to the harvesting and storing of the white potatoes, although I helped to plant them; but the children and I have to attend to laying away the sweet potatoes, packing them in boxes between newspapers. Milk, butter, cottage cheese, eggs, chick- ens, pork, vegetables, fruit to plan for, look after, work over, help to produce, to prepare and to cook—this will give you some idea of the handwork and the headwok, I have to do just to keep my family filled up with food. With all that going on before their eyes and with their help, can you wonder that work seems natural to my children? But when you ask what my children can do ‘‘more or better than others of their age,’ I don’t know what to say, because they are just plain, everyday children, as far as I can see. I never tried to bring them up to be better than others, to be highbrows or para- gons; I shouldn’t know what to do with them if they were. Y AMBITION—if you want to call it that—has been to sce them healthy, with good dispositions and willing to take hold of any work, pleasant or unpleasant, that comes their way, just naturally do it and think nothing of it, and find their happiness and satisfaction in accomplishing something worth while themselves and helping other folks to accomplish something too. Beyond that, I have no ambitions or plans for what they are to do and be when they grow up. I take the ground that if they turn out good all-round young folks and keep their health they can decide for themselves what they want to do and be, and they will enjoy it more if they don’t feel they were forced into it from childhood. When you have a healthy family to work with, everything else pretty much comes of itself; so my first aim has been to keep the children well. A few light attacks of measles and whooping cough are all the sickness we have had. Country life, fresh air, good food, all the milk they can drink, plenty of active work and plenty of sleep—that is how I keep the chiidren well. Sleep is ‘my great household remedy for everything from teething to tantrums; pop the children into bed as soon as they begin to fret over anything and take them out made over like new. Until they start going to school, all of them have a nap every day of their lives. When vacation comes, we pack the six younger ones off; then the older girls and I can settle down to whatever we have to do, washing and ironing, sewing, making cake, canning and preserving. On very warm days we three may take a little snooze ourselves. No one who hasn’t put this scheme into practice as a regular feature of the day’s work has any idea what a nerve and temper saver it is for all concerned. S° REALLY the daily nap is the only thing I can name which my children “do more and better than others of their age,” adding that because of it—in my belief at least—we scarcely know the meaning of the words sickness and bad temper. That’s not saying that my children are angels by any means; far fromit! They fight like Indians among themselves sometimes; they say they do it for the pleasure of making up afterward; they are forgetful, careless, untidy, and I have to be keeping after this one and that for something all the time. But still, on the other hand, they are kind to each other, the older ones always ready to give up their time to amusing the babies; they are all unselfish, obliging, willing to do their share of everything in the way of work, indoors or out, as far as they are able, with out grumbling over it; they are truthful and obedient, and there isn’t a sulk or a sneak among the lot. I can truly say that not one child has ever given me trouble. Work, yes, lots of it; you must expect that when you have children; but real trouble, anxiety over poor health, poor dispositions, meanness, underhanded- ness or outrageous things they do in spite of you that keep you lying awake nights sick at heart, wondering where they will break out next—that is something I have never had from one of them yet. How much of the good in my children was born in them, how much is due to the way I have been managing their home and building up their health, and how much comes just from living in the country on a farm, I must leave other people to decide. But speaking from my own experience, it seems to me that a large family on a farm naturally brings out the good there is in every one of us, parents and children; so I ought not to take too much credit to myself for what we are.

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1920 . of to od. ind ork can ieir hey is I » be \ra- rith il it hy, old hat and 1eSs ing her ans hey urn eep lves will vere york Ss of the sles ; we rood y of t is for pop n to ade 1 of ives. six nd I ) do, ake, lays ives. into lay’s nper only “do ge,” *f at f the ; not any jians they rard; nd | that kind ly to bies; o do york, vith | and neak ever you lren; alth, .ded- ite of ck at ¢ out had 1 was vay I Iding , just must .king that s out rents much otk »ber, 1920 . FOR PRESIDENT HOME JOURNAL ’ FOR VICE-PRESIDENT Heres what HARDING did for you your home and your country Harding is for peace, for peace at home and abroad. Therefore, he fought against those Treaty commitments that would involve your country in European wars. He voted to recall your soldiers from Russia. He fought for the safety of your sons and the peace of your home. He worked for the welfare of your children. He supported the child labor law. He worked for the good of your bread- winners. s He supported the minimum wage law for women in industry, the civil service retire- ment law and the rehabilitation industrial cripple law. He worked to lower the cost of living. He voted for the law against cornering the market on food-stuffs. He worked for woman suffrage. He not only voted for the amendment in the Senate, but he personally assisted in ratification in several states. He is Harding, the Man, who once was Harding, the farm-boy, who later worked his way through college by painting barns, driv- ing teams, teaching school and setting type. From Harding, the ink-stained printer, he became Harding, the newspaper publisher, owner of the Marion, Ohio, Star, and a force for good in his home town. Recognizing in him the stuff that makes the true public servant, his community sent him as their representative to the Ohio State Legislature for two terms. They next hon- ored him as lieutenant governor. Then, in 1914, he wassent tothe United States Senate. Thus, ‘rom obscurity, Warren G. Harding rose to a position of honor, content to acquire only the modest means that would enable him to devote his time and thought mainly to public service. Today he is Warren G. Harding, Repub- lican candidate for President of the United States, but he is still the Harding that the town foiks knew as a printer. He is still the same Warren G. Harding, living his beautiful and simple family life in his modest Marion home, where his neigh bors are his boyhood friends. Like Harding, Calvin Coolidge of Massa chusetts, the Republican candidate for Vice- President, was born on a farm, at Plymouth, Vermont. His simplicity, his Americanism, strength of character and of purpose, his faith in the Republic are Harding-like. Unknown and unsponsored, by his own ef forts Calvin Coolidge rose to be Governor of the great Commonwealth of Massachu setts, and his record as an executive of that state demonstrates that he is of presidential stature — a man who, when the hour de- manded, forgot politics and enforced the principles of law and order that the home might be protected. When Harding goes to the White House he will call into his councils and his cabinet the ablest among the many able of the Republican party—the party founded by Lincoln, and which, since the Civil War, has ever wisely guided the destinies of the country in days of stress, when human problems press for solution. Republican National Committee OS en | oh cntasc t= : : oa ee 3a

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7 2s .Aott,s € HOME JOURNAL Seediiaecentiam aminiaiias, aaaeeal oe Regi ae Re Be em _. ele bo aie eS Seen baa ty . ee ee -“ » lt ll lll ll lhl lll ltl 77 —-o ee ee FRANKLIN 20 miles to the gallon of gasoline 12,500 miles to the set of tires 50% slower yearly depreciation (National Averages ) Swe KNOW what results to expect when you buy a Franklin. The aver- ages above, showing what it has given owners in the past, measure what it will give you in the future. Yet it takes more than figures to tell the advantages of Franklin light weight, flex- ibility and direct air cooling; it takes rough roads, long grades, zero weather, 300-mile tours in a day. The comfort, road-ability and freedom from tire and temperature troubles re- vealed by such tests explain the extent of Franklin popularity. At the current rate of production, 1920 will increase the total number of Franklin owners to over 65,000. FRANKLIN AUTOMOBILE COMPANY SYRACUSE, N.Y. October, 192: ~~ Vv, v.v, vv, vt... .*.".. = viv.v,v.v,t.v.Y.*,*. J RRP Lise ¥. E alme possi the 3 time Be cann i ing | | curet } ~=short appe Ww hic altog plem and | TI is to fresh or sn conc mal | If vher Vahr VOU | time room three brine Ce and ' ont lasse meat toilin feat. anm

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| | Ox ber, 1920 HOME JOURNA ZBAB1i£& SF 105 Canning a Steer for Home Use FRESH MEAT THE YEAR ROUND By Ruth Dunbar “AVERY housewife is interested in hav- k, ing fresh meat for her table, but sometimes these days the price seems ilmost beyond her purse. Yet fresh meat is possible for almost every household, and that the year round, if it is canned at the proper time and held for use as needed. Before taking up the cold-pack method of canning it, let us review the old ways of sav- ing meat. Corned beef, salt pork, sugar- cured ham, smoked bacon, whatever their shortcomings as nourishing food, have their appeal to the palate. Canning is no upstart which would displace these family friends iltogether; it modestly seeks only to sup- plement them with a convenient, economical and more substantial product. The first step in any form of preservation is to see that the meat is healthy, clean, fresh and cold. Don’t think that heat, brine or smoke will restore health to tissue, or that concealment of taste kills disease. All ani- mal heat should be expelled. If you live in a section of our great country vhere the thermometer plays round below 32° fahrenheit for several consecutive months, ou may have fresh meat every day of that time by merely packing it away in the store- room, But it must stay frozen. And though threatened with a thaw, it is not fit to can or brine. Certain instructions apply to the brining ind smoking of both beef and pork. Use for yntainers stone crocks or hardwood mo- asses barrels. Scald well before using. The meat also should be washed. Pack it skin lown, except the top layer; put that flesh ide down. The salt, sugar, molasses, salt- peter and smoke used as preservatives like- vise give a pleasant taste fo these products. Sugar and molasses soften fiber, while salt ilone makes it hard and dry. Saltpeter sets the natural color of the meat, but mustn’t be used too freely. The preservative in moke is the creosote. The Way to Have Corned Beef pt YRK for salting is cut in squares or strips from the fat back. Rub the pieces with ic salt and pack them closely. Let stand ernight, then pour over them a brine com sed of five pounds of coarse salt and two inces of saltpeter dissolved in two gallons of iling water; this for fifty pounds of meat. Cover and weight it down. Leave the meat ibmerged in the brine, taking out a piece it is needed. Corned beef and cabbage are no longer 1entioned in polite society. But if the meat selected with care and brined with con- ience, polite society might do much worse inits conver- sation. Use for this pur- the cheaper cuts pose ‘oiling the Bones After the feat Has Been Cut Off and anned of beef—which gives an opportunity to re mind you that high price doesn’t always mean value. Brisket, flank, plate, cross ribs, chuck and rump contain as much if not more nourishment than tenderloin. But with teeth going out of fashion, those cuts do need softening. Be sure the meat is from a fat animal. Make the pieces five or six inches square. Fifty pounds of meat requires four pounds of salt. Sprinkle a layer of salt in the crock or barrel, add a layer of meat, and so on until all is packed, putting a layer of salt on top. After letting stand all night pour over it brine made in the proportions of two pounds of sugar, one ounce of baking soda and two ounces of saltpeter to two gallons of boiling water. Weight and cover the same as salt pork. Four or five weeks’ time will corn it thoroughly. A Plea for Cold-Pack Method UT my hobby is canning by-the cold- pack method. By slow degrees and with timidity the housewife has arrived at putting up in jars in her own kitchen such formidable products as meat and fish. She has even reached the point of canning such things in tin. It would seem that the limit were reached, but it is not safe to prophesy in these piping times of progress. If care to avoid bacteria is important in canning fruits and vegetables, it is doubly so in dealing with meats. The ingenuity and perseverance of the fly might well be imi- tated by more agreeable creatures. How insects of the air acquired their attachment for fish whom they never met in their native heath is a mystery, but there it is; nothing else spoils so quickly as sea food. While in one form of words or another we have given repeated assurance as to the safety of the cold pack, it may not be amiss to quote the United States Department of Agriculture: “When meat is canned before spoiling, or decomposition, has commenced, treated in an absolutely cleanly manner, packed in air-tight containers, sealed prop erly, and sterilized in a steam-pressure canne! for the time and at the temperature given in these instructions, microérganisms are killed and meat is prevented from spoiling, the resulting product being one which ex perience has shown to be a wholesome food stuff.” There—not to believe in the cold pack now is treason! You notice this authority specifies the steam-pressure cooker. It is possible that sterilizer is the safest and surest because it is the most convenient. But if you cannot afford one, don’t be afraid to use the wash boiler or a bucket or any other hot-water sterilizer. Keep the principles in mind, and the means are not important. CONTINUED ON PAGE 106 PHOTOS. FROM UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF AGRICULTURE NONE SUCH MINCE MEAT UNG mother used lo make ‘None Such is the Easiest”’ That’s what a housewife said in answer to a question on work involved in pie baking. Of course None Such Pies are the easiest for the housewife. We make None Such Mince Meat with nine-tenths of the work of pie making done before the package leaves our model kitchen just so they will be the easiest pies for her to bake. We collect and prepare a wide variety of the choicest ingredients that must be used if Mince Pie is to be real Mince Pie. Only the finishing touches remain for the housewife to add. Nearly all of the best bakers now bake None Such Mince Pies with the same Mince Meat that you can buy of your grocer. Thursday is None Such Mince Pie Day, and as such is observed nationally. MERRELL-SOULE COMPANY - NONE SUCH MINCE MEAT, Ltd. N. Y. Toronto, Canada Syracuse, You add no sugar to None Such—the sugar is in it None Such Pudding — Break into small pieces one package of NONE SUCH Mince Meat, and dust lightly with flour add one cupful suet chopped fine. Sift together one cupfu! flour and two tablespoonfuls brown sugar. Then use enough milk, about one cupful, to make a thick batter. Place in individual cups covered with greased or waxed paper. Bake slowly one hour, or steam two hours. Steaming makes pudding lighter and more wholesome: Setve hot with sauce. Oatmeal Cookies with None Such Filling Cookies —1 cup sugar, 1 cup shortening, 3 cups oatmeal, 3 cups flour, 44 cup milk, | teaspoenful soda. Filling — None Such Mince Meat, 2 cups; 1 cup water. Boil till thick and spread between cookies. SS SS RSS Sos iN a aes ik * Ths ss = SS . \ ic ‘ wid . “\ New ‘ aN .\ he > 4 7 *

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——— 106 HOME 60 Dishes Like That At the cost of three chops The large package of Quaker Oats serves 60 dishes. And it costs about the price of three chops, or nine eggs, or one fish. Each dish of Quaker Oats supplies supreme nutrition. It is almost the ideal food in balance and completeness. As vim- food and food for growth nothing grows to match it. Why pay ten times as much, or more, to serve a lesser food for breakfast, when oats are so delicious? Compare calory values Foods are measured by calories, 1 Package Quaker Oats the energy unit. The large package ° Quaker Oats contains 6,221 calories. in calory value equals About .-...r + Web Or... . . . 9 quarts milk Or. . . . . 17 Ibs. mackerel Or .. . . 7 Ibs. round steak Note the table at side. See how much it takes of other good foods to equal 6,221 calories. It takes 60 pounds of assorted Or. . . . . 9 Ibs. veal cutlets vegetables to equal in calory value Or ... . . 21 Ibs. potatoes a package of Quaker Oats. Or. . .. . 24/1bs. bananas Compare the Costs Compare the cost per 1,000 cal- Cost Per 1,000 Calories cries. Sen tale side, based on Quaker Oats. . . .. . G%e prices at this writing. Average meats .... . 45c Note that meat, egg and fish Average fish. . . . . . 50c breakfasts cost 8 or 9 times a break- Hen’seggs ..... . . 60c fast of Quaker Oats. And none of Vegetables . . . . lle to 75c them are such balanced foods, none so good for children. m1..¢ \ . rhis argues strongly for Quaker Oats breakfasts. Serve the costlier foods at other meals. Save on your breakfasts—perhaps 35c—by serving these de- licious and nutritious Quaker Oats. Quaker Oats The Food of Foods at its Best This brand is flaked from queen grains only—just the rich, plump, flavory oats. We get but ten pounds from a bushel. The flavor makes the oat dish doubly inviting, and it costs you no extra price. . Costs 14 times a dish of Costs 12 times a dish of Quaker Oats Quaker Oats Packed in sealed round packages with removable cover L A JOURNA : £¢ Ff October, | 929 Cutting Up a Steer Before Canning for Home Use FRESH MEAT THE YEAR ROUND (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 105) The housekeeper, especially the beginner in canning, is advised to precook meat. But it may be canned raw quite safely. Cut it off the bone and into pieces that will pass the mouth of the jar. This being a quart jar, sprinkle over the top of the meat a teaspoon- ful of salt. If you like, add celery leaves or onion for seasoning. Arrange the tops of the jars and process exactly as for fruits. Begin to count the time of sterilization from the time the water starts to boil, and keep it jumping constantly. Four or five hours will be required for cooking with hot water. Browning Adds to the Flavor ROWNING the meat before canning, be- sides making it a little surer and taking less time to process, does add a nice flavor. Wipe the piece with a damp cloth. Sear quickly on both sides in hot fat, to prevent loss of juice. Salt and pepper to taste. Add boiling water, and roast. Baste often and turn occasionally. Cook the meat until it ceases to be red in the center but is not quite tender. Slice and pack in jars. Add the gravy and, if necessary to cover the meat, some boiling water. Withall meats the liquid should not come above one-fourth of an inch from the top of the jar. This recipe may be varied in many ways. It can be used for beef, pork, ham, veal, mutton, lamb or kid. If you are using tin cans always exhaust be- fore sterilizing. Do not close glass jars tightly until after cooking. Make sure that the liquid reaches the bottom of the jars. Process this cooked meat from three and one-half to four hours in the hot-’ water bath. With steam canner and fifteen pounds’ pres- sure, process seventy- five minutes. This is for quarts. If for any reason you wish to can corned beef, remove it from the brine when it is thoroughly cured, soak in clear water for two hours, changing the water once, and boil slowly for half an hour in a wire basket. Plunge it into cold water and remove the gristle, bone and excessive fat. Process three hours in hot-water bath, or one hour under ten to fifteen pounds’ steam pressure. Get Fish Fresh From the Water ON’T try to can fish unless you get it fresh from the water. But if you are able to secure a quantity of large fish such as salmon, or shellfish such as clams and oysters, to can them is a wonderful economy. Tell your family fisherman to kill his fish with a knife as soon as caught, in order to let the blood run out. Dipping the fish in boiling water makes it easier to scale. If the skin is very tough take it off. Wash the fish clean and remove the entrails and the dark membrane which lines the cavity in some fish. If the fish is large take out the back- bone; the meat which comes off with it may be used for chowder. Soak the fish from ten minutes to one hour in a brine composed of one ounce of salt dissolved in one quart of water. This is done to draw out all the re- maining blood. Use the brine only once. If you are using quart glass jars, cut the fish into convenient pieces and pack to within one-half inch of the top, with - the skin toward the outside. Add a level tea- spoonful of salt. Do not fill the can with boiling water. Process as follows: Hours Wietdeet OA6R... «6 guucds 4 4 4% o ae Water seal 214°. Was or nt athe oe ae Five pounds’ steam pressure... ....2% Ten to fifteen pounds’ steam pressure. . . 14% If you are canning in tin with a stean cooker, exhaust for ten minutes at ten pounds’ pressure. Open the petcock and let the steam escape. Then take out the cans, wipe the tops and tip. Process a No. 2 can sixty minutes under fifteen pounds’ steam pressure. Plunge the cans into cold water to cool them quickly. If you leave the large bones in the fish, the can should be processed one hour and thirty-five minutes. Small fish are best fried before canning. After cleaning, place them in salt water strong enough to float an Irish potato. Leave them there, according to the size of the fish, from ten minutes to one hour. Drain and wipe dry. Fry them, either plain or dipped in egg or corn meal, in deep fat, using a frying basket. Drain, and place on coarse paper to | absorb all the fat. Pack them without add- | ing liquid, and process one hour and thirty minutes under fifteen pounds’ steam pressure. Fish Cakes and Dumplings UNIQUE dish for canning is fish cakes | and dumplings. Prepare the fishashere- | tofore instructed, removing the backbone and ribs. Scrape out the meat so as not to use the tough membranes. Chop the scraped meat very fine and in a wooden bowl with a wooden masher pound it with salt until it forms a tough dough. For each one and one- half pounds of fish add one- quarter pound of butter, four tablespoonfuls of potato starch or six tablespoonfuls of corn- starch. Mix well and stir in three eggs, one at a time, and season with white pepper. Stir in enough sweet milk to make the right con sistency. Drop the batter in little cakes on a hot greased pan and fry to a rich brown. Or drop thi little dumplings-int: boiling salted water and cook until done Pack the cans wit the cakes or dump lings and fill in th spaces with boiling PHOTOS. FROM UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF AGRICUL TURE fish stock Tipping the Tinning Capper or Soldering Iron To prepare oysters or clams for canning rinse them in fresh water to which a littk salt has been added. Put them in a wir basket or cheesecloth and plunge intoboiling water long enough to make the oysters cur! a little. Pack immediately, adding a level! teaspoonful of salt to a quart. Process as follows: Hot-water bath. Cee ee i. fee ee ee Five pounds’ steam pressute . . .. . 1 Ten to fifteen pounds’ steam pressure . 1 A very convenient dish to have always on hand is clam chowder. | A Clam Chowder Recipe HE following is merely a sample reci if some of the things mentioned are dis: tasteful to your family, leave them out. Cut two slices of pork or bacon into dice, and heat, then fry in the fat two white medium-sized onions sliced, two branches of celery chopped fine and two leeks cut fine. Add the liquid from two dozen finely chopped clams, two quarts of hot water and three large-potatoes peeled and cut into dice. Cook this mixture ten minutes, then add the clams, three large tomatoes peeled and cut fine, one- quarter teaspoonful of thyme, and salt and pepper to taste. Boil for ten minutes, and add one teaspoonful finely chopped parsley. While hot fill the jars and process fifty min- utes under fifteen pounds’ steam. Before serving, cream together butter and flour and add as thickening, letting it come to a boil ( in the chowder.

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Varied enough for every need—from snow- balling to a holiday matinee party; Fairly priced from $5 to $18 good hat can be bought; as high as a Mother needs to pay for finest ‘quality; Fitted with Pullastic Adjustable Lining—that makes each Hat fit each little girl’s head; with none of the annoyance of the binding chin elastic, with its hair-mussing, and its constant need of renewal. as low as a Madge Evans Hats should be sold by the best shop in your locality. Please write Madge Evans if you have any trouble find ing them. Or you may send an order for any of the Hats illustrated on this page, and she will be glad to see that you are supplied. Write for a copy of “My Fall Styles.”” Two dozen lovely new poses of Madge Evans herself, as well as all her charming fall styles, make this a booklet every girl!—and her mother—will delighted to have, Free, course. Address Madge Evama MADGE EVANS HAT CoO. HOME JOURNA 1es October, | 92 — “Madge Evans’ — Dept. B, 602 Broadway, New York STARTING A GIFT SHOP By Ruth Evelyn Dowdell F I EVER have to do anything to earn my living, this is what I would like to do,” is what the majority of women say to themselves upon entering an attractive gift shop. There is a fascination in selecting and arranging artistically beautiful things which seems to satisfy the innate longing of a woman’s soul. The day of beginning a business of this kind on consignment, without capital, is past. Manufacturers have more than they can do to fill the orders of their cash custom- ers and will not consider consigning stock. There are a few lines to be obtained on con- signment still, but not enough to stock a shop with a variety of objects. The neces- sary requirements are a fine taste, a love for the truly beautiful and possession of suffi- cient capital. Besides studying the stock as displayed in fine shops and their windows, one should read extensively books on art subjects and interior decoration. One successful gift shop, six hundred miles from New York City, was opened exactly two weeks after the owner had de- cided that she would go into business, and it opened with a well-selected stock of consid- erable variety. This was possible because the owner, who lived in New York and hoped that sometime, in order to satisfy her inordi- nate love of buying, she might open a shop, had haunted fine shops and the wholesale district in her leisure time, and thus knew about what she wished to buy and where to find it. When one decides to open a gift shop, the location is the first consideration. The proprietor of the shop here pictured, one in a mid-West state capital town, housed in a remodeled old mansion, said that her idea when she went into the business was that she must locate on one of the principal blocks of the leading business street of the city. So she leased a small space in such a location, with a window, which she felt to be of the highest advertising importance. She continued in business in this location for more than four years, at which time her lease expired. Moves to an Old Mansion O SHE moved ker shop into an old man- sion, which was about a five-minute walk from the old location. She felt that the business was sufficiently established for the patronage to follow; and the sales of the first half year have justified her decision. The space which she leased was the lower floor of the remodeled mansion. The stairs and all the dividing walls of the ha”: and double parlors were removed. The walls were decorated with a light oatmeal paper and the wood work with deep ivory paint. There were two mantels, three windows which extended to the floor and three in the bay at the side of the room. In the lower half of the lower sash of the two long win- dows facing the street were placed three ad- justable glass shelves. These windows were used for displaying wares to the passers-by, and the contents changed often. The shorter windows in the bay had the upper half of the lower sash fitted with glass shelves giving space beneath to display tall pottery vases and pots of blooming plants utilizing the window sill. Venetian and other imported glass and light pottery as well as that of fine domestic production look well on these window shelves. Along the wall, the wall cases were placed, and about four feet in front of them the glass floor cases. The rest of the room was given over to tables on which the art objects were arranged. It is far more satisfactory to group related articles. One table may be entirely of glass: flower bowls, candlesticks, perfume bottles, puff bowls, toilet bottles, mayonnaise sets: another dis- played desk sets, attractive quill pens, mtal candlesticks, ash trays, metal boxes, book ends, door knockers and other related objects. Two old mahogany drop-leaf tables stand oneithersideofthemarble mantel. On one of these are rare old Oriental silken embroidered covers, a pair of book ends, a handsome vase, a beautiful box for photographs; and on the other the bust of the Unknown Woman, with candlesticks of the same Florentine composi- tion, book ends and a beautiful flower bowl, showing how one piece or the entire group would look in a home setting. Tiffin tables, each with its linen luncheon set, tea set and candlesticks or flower bowl, are about in small spaces, thus utilizing floor space. For the problem is to show a large stock without the appearance of crowding. The marble mantel is interesting in its group of fifteenth century Italian reproduc- tions—a Borghese mirror with sconces ard candlesticks in the same coloring, with flat boxes and plaques of the old masterpieces. There are plenty of chairs for the weary shopper. Another room in the rear is used for shipping and storing. How to Select Equipment S SOON as all was settled cards were sent out announcing the opening in the new location. Tea was served the first three after- noons, friends of the proprietors pouring. After a location is sectred the next step is the buying of equipment and selecting stock. It usually is possible to find the equipment in the city where the shop is located. The wall cases most to be preferred are those en- tirely composed of glass with the exception of the narrow framework. A less expensive style is the case of well finished wooden shelves. It is well to have sections of the cases closed with glass doors, in which to place merchandise which would be injured by exposure to the dust. A few glass floor cases are needed in which jewelry and articles made of perishable fabric may be exhibited. The remainder of the floor space should be allotted to tables. The best finish for these is a glossy black or mahogany color. Where one can have antique furniture for sale, using it as part of the equipment on which to display stock, the effect is ideal: long refectory tables in the center, inter- spersed with old gate-leg tables, antique chests of drawers and highboys with old candlesticks, vases, bowls and boxes on top and Oriental fabrics, embroidered luncheon sets and linens in the drawers. While an old mansion is ideal for a shop from a decorator’s standpoint, many attrac- tive and successful shops are housed in ordi- nary storerooms. A wide room is preferable to a long, narrow one, and the windows of such a room are a great asset, especially where one understands the art of window decoration. Here again one may learn much from careful observation. A large city continues to be the best whole- sale market. Wholesalers, whose business is located in other cities, have their represent- atives in New York with sample lines during the fall and spring buying seasons. Others have permanent exhibits there. The first thing for the new buyer to do is to establish a credit. The simplest manner in which to do this is to go to the credit clear- ing house and give them references and letters from one’s bankers. Then in ordering a bill of goods refer the dealer to the credit clearing house. It is best to arrange to take cash discounts. After one has exhausted one’s ready capi- tal, but has an established business and a good stock, it is an easy matter to borrow from the bank, in order to take the discounts on new stock, especially at the Christmas season, when one’s stock is turned rapidly. One thousand dollars will cost ten dollars for two months’ use, while in taking discounts at two per cent the gain will be at least twenty dollars. Some wholesalers give as high as six per cent for cash. Buy Christmas stock to be delivered in October, requesting that the invoice be dated November first. Most wholesale houses will so accommodate the buyer. Some send trade acceptances to be paid in forty-five or sixty days through the bank. These must be signed and returned to the dealer. No dis count is allowed on trade acceptances. Where a college community is to be served articles should be chosen which will appeal to the taste and purse of the students. In the city, where the patronage comes from many walks in life, buy articles which will retail up to fifteen dollars while one is feeling the financial pulse of the patrons. As one comes to know what will interest the trade one may put in articles which will sell up to seventy-five dollars. It is on the larger pur chases that a worth-while profit is realized A saleswoman often spends as much time in selling an article at a dollar as in selling on at fifty dollars, on which the profit is about fifty times as great. Get Community Needs ARIETY in stock is needed and, where one is starting with limited capital, it is best to buy each article in small quantities An inexperienced buyer is apt to think that one must buy in dozen lots in order to buy wholesale. This is not the case. It is not wise, however, to buy less than two articles of a kind; then, when one is sold, a re-order may be sent while the other is selling. Small articles which cost from three to twelve dol lars a dozen should be ordered in half-dozen lots. In expensive articles—pictures, jew- elry, lamps—one is enough to buy, as often a customer is searching for something in an exclusive style. A well-selected stock will show book ends, candlesticks in metal, carved wood and com- position, flower bowls in glass and pottery, flower pots, vases, door knockers and door- stops, — and fancy candles, colored quill pens, desk sets, trays, boxes, tea sets, arts and craft jewelry, fine hand-worked linens, pottery, good pictures and many other things which will suggest themselves to the shoppe r A few lamps add greatly to the attractiveness of the shop. Display one article of a kind and leave the rest in the storeroom. One shop that doe this has had a wonderful success with i reasonably priced new glass, while anothe one on the same street, that has each stylé iled high in dozen! ts, could not sell it\ even when marked \ almost at cost. ‘ To be distinctive, | to show exclusive; things and to be reli- able are the aims of a really fine shop. i } |

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MEXICAN COOKERY By Caroline Cook Coffin, M. D.

Chile con Carne at the Left; Mexican Salad at the Right EXICAN cookery is not an adapta- tion of Spanish cookery, nor can it be said to be a development of that of the Indians; it is Indian cookery, pure and simple. The poor Mexican family still grinds the corn for tortillas and tamales in a crude stone mill called a metate. Another stone utensil much resembling a mortar and pestle called a molcajete and lejolote is used for reducing food materials to a pulp. The principal ingredients used in this cookery are corn, peppers, meats of various sorts, beans and preferably lard, though suet may be used if lard is not at hand. Until the coming of the “gringo” the Mexicans and Mexican Indians knew noth- ing of the use of wheat flour, nor, in fact, of any of the other grains. The most familiar Mexican dishes are enchiladas, tamales, frijoles and chile con carne, but there are a number of others which are well worth knowing and which may be prepared with much less work than the first two named. The tortilla, which forms the base upon which the enchilada is built, looks very much like a griddle cake and is easily made once the knack is acquired. The genuine tortilla is made from a coarse corn meal, ground and mixed into a stiff dough with water. If our meal is used it must be scalded before using so that it will forma dough which can be handled with- out crumbling some cooks add wheat flour to the corn meal, using one part of flour to three of meal; this makes a dough readily handled but it cannot be called a tortilla when done. A small piece of dough is broken off the mass, rolled into a ball and then patted between the palms of the hands until a round flat cake about an eighth of an inch thick is formed. Chile is a Stimulant EXICAN sauces vary in name and some- what in flavor, but they are all made from one master sauce. The body of this sauce is chile pulp and its variations differ in degrees of hotness according as much or little chile pulp is uséd in compounding them. A Mexican dish without chile would be as little to the liking of the Mexican diner as we should find an American dish in which the salt has been omitted. There is no special food value in the chile, its action is purely stimulant. In the preparation of chile sauce the peppers are toasted on the top of the stove or in the oven until the skin comes off easily. The stem is then cut off and the seeds and veins are removed, unless a very hot sauce is desired—most of the hotness in the pepper is found in the seeds and next in the veins. The pulp is then put into a mortar and pounded, or through the finest attachment of a food grinder, until it comes out a smooth

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Gallina con Garbanzos paste. Water or tomato juice may be added during the process, resulting in a thick sauce. To three cupfuls of this purée add one-half of a cupful of lard and a tablespoonful of cornstarch. Salt to taste and cook slowly half an hour. How to Make Tamales NCHILADAS are a combination of tor- tillas and chile sauce with meat of some sort. Each cook has her favorite recipe for this dish but the variety is largely due to the meat selected for filling. Dip the desired number of tortillas in chile sauce which has been brought to the boil. Drain and put a tablespoonful of Mexican sausage — cho- rizo—or other chopped meat mixture well seasoned, in the center, sprinkle over it one- half a teaspoonful of Mexican cheese — queso Mexicano—add one or two olives, and a teaspoonful of the sauce. Roll up and lay aside till serving time. Then sprinkle with finely chopped onion and the grated cheese, pour over all the chile sauce and serve hot. Beef, veal, chicken or pork may be used instead of the sausage, and some cooks think the addition of a few raisins an im- provement. Tamales are closely related to enchiladas, the same ingredients being used in their composition. In- stead of tortillas being used for wrapping, the inner leaves of the corn husk care- fully dried are used. The best tamales are made with chicken as the meat, though beef or pork gives good results, and an excellent imi tation of the chicken tamale can be had by using veal Chicken and Garbanzo Beans In th W t A es where the tamak is an everyday necessity the corn husks are dried, sterilized and baled in hundred-pound bundles ready for use. If they are prepared at home, they should be cut about an inch from the stalk, sterilized in boiling water and carefully dried so that there is no danger of molding. They can be stored in‘a dry place for future use. When needed, pour boiling water over the required number and, when pliable, remove and dry. Tear a few into ribbons for tying the tamales and wipe the rest with a cloth dipped in hot lard. Chicken alone, or equal quantities of chicken and veal and one-half of the quantity of boiled ham, finely chopped, makes a good filling. Moisten the meat with chicken or other broth and season with salt and a little finely chopped parsley. Make a soft dough of corn meal and water. Flatten a piece the size of an egg and put into it a tablespoonful of the meat and two olives. Moisten weii with chile sauce and wrap in two or three husks. Spread a sufficient number of husks with the dough and wrap them about the core until the tamale measures two and a half or three inches in diameter. Tie the ends securely, CONTINUED ON PAGE 112

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HOME JOURNAL The Great American Dessert— Argo Corn Starch N every: American kitchen Argo Corn Starch is the one “‘stand-by”’ for delicious and appetizing desserts. Whether it’s for Blanc Mange, Floating Island, Raspberry Whip, or to thicken Ice Cream—there’s noth- ing so good as Argo. Pastry Hour with Argo Corn Starch makes lighter and Hakier biscuits, pie crust or mufhns. Just use a cup of ordinary wheat Hour with one-fourth of a cup of Argo Corn Starch. You can have smoother gravies and sauces with Argo Corn Starch if you use a dessert- spoonful of Argo instead of a tablespoonful of wheat flour. A National Dessert ARGO CORN STARCH PUDDING 3 cups scalded Milk 13 cup Sugar 2 Eggs 6 level tablespoons Argo 4 teaspoon Salt Corn Starch / teaspoon Vanilla N IX the corn starch with a little cold milk. Stir the hot milk slowly onto the corn starch and stir over water till it thickens. Cook eight minutes. Beat the eggs slightly, add the sugar and salt. Add the corn starch mixture to the eggs, and cook, stirring constantly, one minute longer. Remove from fire, add the vanilla. Serve cold with cream and sugar. (Serves six persons. ) CUP CUSTARD 3 cups Milk 2 Eges 2 tablespoons Sugar ? tablespoons Karo 14 teaspoon Argo Corn Starch Pinch of Salt N IX the corn starch with the sugar and add to the 4 slightly beaten eggs. Pour on the milk slowly, add the Karo and the salt. Flavor to taste and set in cups of water in the oven to cook till thick. ARGO COOKIES I 2 Cup Flour 2 Yolks of Eges 2 tablespoons Argo Corn Stare! 14 Lemon Rind (Grated / tablespoon Sugar \4 teaspoon Baking Powder / tablespoon Karo I 2 leaspoon Salt / tablespoon Vazola ~IFT flour, corn starch, salt, and baking powder in a bowl, add Karo, sugar, Mazola, and yolks with the lemon, mix all with hand to a round ball and smooth. Roll out very thin, cut in shapes, brush over with the white of egg, and sprinkle chopped nuts and granulated sugar over top; bake in me- dium hot oven till done. Whenever your rec- ipe calls for Corn Starch you know it means ARGO FREE A book of sixty-four pages that gives you the best recipes for sure results in preserv- The Corn Products illustrated. ing. Easy to follow. Cook Book is handsomely Write us today for it. Corn Products Refining Co., P. O. Box 161, New York. CORN PRODUCTS REFINING CD. GENERAL UFFICES «NEw YORK October, 192: MEXICAN COOKERY (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 111) leaving about three-quarters of an inch of husks extending beyond the tie. Place in a steamer and steam two or three hours. There is no danger of overcooking. Small, dainty morsels, sometimes called “Texas”? tamales, are.made by folding a tablespoonful of the seasoned filling in two or three husks, making a flat package two and a half by three and a half or four inches in diameter and three-quarters of an inch in thickness. These must be steamed as are the larger tamales, but for a shorter time. Recipe for Chile Con Carne HILE CON CARNE is another of the well-known Mexican dishes. This dish may be made of veal, chicken or pork, with parsley, carrots, celery, onions anda bit of bay leaf, cooked until tender, The bay leaf which grows in the West is much stronger than the eastern leaf, so that the quantity may be Cut the meat in small pieces, stew until tender, strain off the juic« and add to every pint of juice one-half of a cupful of chile pulp, prepared as already directed,and one cupful of cooked and mashed Mexican beans—frijoles. Add a tablespoon- ful of lard to each pint of juice, then the meat, and if too hot add one cupful of tomato pulp. Cook a few minutes longer, and serve piping hot. One of the most decorative of the Mexican dishes is stuffed chiles. Large red chiles are toasted until the skin can be readily peeled off. Remove the seeds and veins and stuff with the following mix- ture: One cupful of any kind of meat, one tablespoonful of chopped onion, one clove of garlic, one-half of a cupful tomato pulp, one- half of a cupful of sliced green olives, one- quarter of a cupful of seeded raisins, chopped fine. Add one tablespoonful of vinegar and cook in two tablespoonfuls of hot lard. Cool and stuff the peppers. Beat the whites and yolks of two eggs separately. Combine and season with salt and pepper. Dip the stuffed peppers into the egg mixture, using a large kitchen spoon, so that as much of the batter as possible may be taken up each time. Drop into deep, increased if need be. boiling lard and fry a golden brown, Drain and sprinkle with minced parsley. Serve with the chile sauce already given. Gallina con garbanzos is a dish for gala occasions, and is what we would call a fric asee or casserole of chicken with garbanzo beans. These beans are on the market dried and look more like very large marrowfat peas than beans. They should be soaked in plenty of water overnight, when they will be found to have swelled to about three times their dry size. Cut the chicken in pieces as for frying, and brown in lard with two cloves of garlic and THE SIX SOCIAL RANKS CONTINUED FROM PAGE 17) award the palm for “best”’ to the class that graces the fourth rank pedestal—namely, to the Family Dog Yes, the Family Dog merits the title of “best.”” Just as sometimes he merits still more richly the title of “worst.” It is all up to the man or woman who trained him and to the man or woman who owns him. When I speak of the Family Dog I mean the dog that you and I and the rest of us out- siders own. The dog that is our chum, our pet, the guard and ornament of our homes. Often he is as pure-bred as any bench-show winner, though perhaps belonging to the “seconds” or “culls” of some pure-bred litter. These “seconds,” by the way, are just as beautiful as are their show-type litter brethren, and they make ideal pals. F TEN the Family Dogisa mongrel. Peo- ple sneer at mongrels. When they do so they are sneering at the smartest and stanch- est and strongest and sometimes the hand- somest dogs in the world.’ For the best type of mongrel is a treasure. Don’t be ashamed of owning him. Remember, too, that the snarling Airedale and the soft-eyed Boston and many another canine aristocrat are merely standardized mongrels. No less than four different breeds were crossed, a few years ago, to produce the Airedale. If you can be proud of your vicious Aire- dale or of your lovable Boston terrier, then surely you can be proud of the other types of mongrel you own—the sturdy, clever, gallant crossbreeds that will serve you to the death, in a pinch from which many a stately pure- breed would flinch. The blood of the greatest champions the canine world has ever known may tingle in your mongrel chum’s veins. What matter if all those ancestral champions did not happen to be of the same breed? That very divergence of strains has given your mongrel more stamina and wit than most pure-breeds can boast. one large onion finely chopped. When well browned add one-half a can of tomatoes and one-half of a cupful of the beans—measure before soaking. Season with salt and a few chile pacina— the little red peppers—or a teaspoonful of pure ground chile, and cook slowly until the chicken is tender. No group of Mexican recipes would be complete without one for frijoles—Mexican beans. These beans are of good size and a red brown in color. They should be well picked over, washed and soaked overnight. Put on to boil in plenty of unsalted water, adding a heaping teaspoonful of salt to every cupful of beans before removing from the water. \llow one tablespoonful of lard to each cupful of beans, bring to the boiling point and add beans with a long-handled skim- mer, bruising them well, Cook about five minutes. Have prepared three or four green onions and half a clove of garlic together with a quarter pound of sharp cheese and two sliced pimentos—these proportions for one cupful of beans—add these to the beans, stir, and add the water in which the beans were cooked. Season with salt and pepper to taste, and boil until the mixture thickens. Salad Dressings are Hot EXICAN salad dressings are much the same as French and mayonnaise with the addition of tabasco, cayenne or chile pulp. They are much improved by using vinegar flavored with taragon, garlic, onion, and the like. While every Mexican cookbook gives recipes for sweet dishes there are very few in point of fact, and what there are have been acquired from the cookery of other lands. The Indians and early Mexicans relied upon fruits to furnish the sweets required in their dietary. The exceptions to this rule are one or two cakes, made from a parched corn flour not to be had in any market, and the well- known nut candy, panocha, made as follows: two cupfuls of dark brown sugar, one-half of a cupful of water and one teaspoonful of butter, cooked until the mixture forms a soft ball in water. Put nut meats in the bottom of but- tered saucers and pour the boiling syrup on them. While there is much in Mexican cookery | to be recommended as an addition to our own by way of variety, there is much to be ‘ said against it as a regular diet. The use of so much chile cannot but help having a detrimental effect on the organs of digestion, and through them on the gen- eral system. The Family Dog is not a specialist. He has no job or mission other than to amuse and console and guard with his life the human whom he has accepted as his god. He may be as badly spoiled as is the Plutocratic Pup or he may be made as magnificently reliable as the best trained Hunting Dog. It is all in | the way he is brought up and handled. And | here he is at a woeful disadvantage. The Show Dog, for revenue’s sake, receives skilled tuition and is kept at his mental best. So with the Hunting Dog. But the Family Dog too seldom has such advantages. Bought or bred by the human who is to make a companion of him, his upbringing is managed in slovenly fashion and his true development is neglected. He is housebroken and he is taught one or two silly tricks. For the rest, he is left to educate himself or to go ignorant. Such little teaching as he receives is often accompanied by kicks and beatings and by shouts. For we humans are slow of understanding and swift of anger when it comes to imparting knowledge or good be- havior to our four-footed adorers. When a half-imbecile child is rescued by the courts from brutes who have beaten and starved and terrorized it, we say smugly: ‘No wonder the poor baby was half-witted under such barbarous treatment!” Then we proceed to kick a loving puppy across the room for trying to caress our clean skirt or trousers with muddy paws or for not remembering the hand-shaking or sit-up- and-beg lesson we have been trying in slip- shod fashion to teach him. T IS so easy—so ridiculously easy—to bring up a Family Dog to be a joy and an asset to his owner. There is only one thing easier; and that is to let him grow up to bea pest and a worthless cur. There is no magic, no mystery in the process of educating him. CONTINUED ON PAGE 114

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HOME JOURNAL et the Kitchen Maid be Your Kitchen Aid With every inside rounded, and ail smooth, without the Kitchen Maid eliminates 78 dust- corners. J corner surfaces panels, actually catching Model Golden Oak or Whit I you will naturally prefer the Kitchen Maid when you see how -its simple, thoughtful construc- tion can make your daily kitchen cleaning so much easier. Octobe; Built scientifically so that it keeps itself always sanitary, this distinctive cabinet can be wiped thoroughly clean, inside and out, in a | moment. Every Kitchen Maid is carefully rounded; all sur- faces are perfectly smooth, without panels. The Kitchen Maid has all the handy con- veniences of the. ordinary kitchen cabinet and more—78 dust-catching corners are eliminated. Think of the time and work it saves! Dirt simply cannot hide init. The Kitchen Maid isthe mproved kitchen cabinet. See the attractive models of the Kitchen Maid at your dealer’s. If you don’t know which dealer handles it, write us—we will gladly send you his name together with our descriptive literature. Address Dept. L-10. , WasMuUTH-EnNpicottr Co., ANDREWS, (ITCHEN WM THE SMOOTH SURFACE ROUND CORNER KITCHEN CABINET IND. inside corner of the! THE SIX SOCIAL RANKS (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 112) The whole secret is patience, gentle firmness, appreciation—and then some more patience. These simple attributes will win the right result in ninety cases out of ninety-one. To make certain your dog knows just what you want him to do and that he can do it, to teach him from the start that absolute obe- dience to you is as much a part of his life as is the eating of his dinner, to praise or pet or feed him when he has made an honest effort to do what you want him to, to remember he is only a dog and not a Daniel Webster surely this is in the power of every dog owner. If you can’t control your temper, how can you expect to control your dog? He knows, as soon as you do, when you have lost self-control. Itis that very self-control and a rocklike pat ience which make him look on you as a god; not only to be worshiped, but to be obeyed, obedience being ten- fold harder than mere worship, as every Christian knows. If humans gave to God the true love and unfaltering obedience which the best type of Family Dog lavishes on its master or mistress, the date for the millen- nium could be set for to-morrow. Remember, too, that this matter of train- ing your pup into a decent canine citizen is a mere matter of a few weeks or months at most. After which, for the rest of his life, you have a dog that is far nearer perfect than you yourself can ever hope to be. Somewhere, here at Sunnybank, is a dog- whip. I know that, because one was given to me long ago. In the past six years I have had no occasion to use it, nor do I know where the useless thing now is. During those six years I have bred and raised dozens of dogs; and dogs differ in character and disposition quite as much as do humans. I have not had one grown dog in my Sunnybank ’collie ken- nels that did not learn the lesson of instant obedience and of tolerably high canine citi- zenship. And not one of the lot is acquainted with boot-toe or with whip. I mention this, not by way of brag, but to show that the same easy results can be attained by any- one. Countless men and women have gained far better success than I, along these lines. To the Family Dog, to the truest type of him—or her, often her—belongs the undis- puted title of “BEST in all dogdom.” Unless you have known such a dog, you have been deprived of mankind’s chief privilege, the privilege of being obeyed and worshiped by someone who is your moral superior. ND so on to the fifth rank, the pedestal of which is crowned by the dog that earns his own living, the Working Dog. I don’t mean the dog whose cash prizes or stud fees or puppy sales bring an income to his owner. I mean the dog that does physical labor for his livelihood. In parts of Europe there are thousands of dogs, big, heavy, muscle-bound chaps earn this living by working as beasts of bur- den, by drawing laden carts and even by plowing. In the Arctic regions are variants of these—the sledge dogs without whose aid Peary could never have reached the North Pole and Stefansson could never have won his grand title of ‘‘ citizen of the ice.’’ With- out these tireless sledge dogs—huskies, Male- mutes and the like—long-distance travel in the Far North would be impossible. No other draft-animal can do the journeying and the food-and-fur hauling that keep the whole frozen region from starvation and in touch with the civilized world. In our own latitudes, the Working Dog earns his pay, for the most part, by the herd- ing of sheep and of cattle, whether on some boundless western range or in Farmer Jones’ south pasture-lot. On his skill and speed and pluck and loyalty and scenting powers de- pend the safety of the flock or the herd, and, indirectly, it is he who decides whether or not you are to have meat for dinner to-day and if that meat shall be within the limits of your purse. W he ) po the flock or herd dog does the work that otherwise ten times as many men would be needed for. He doesn’t do it for wage, beyond his scanty food. And with labor/at its present price, you can figure for yourself how much your beef and mutton and veal would cost you, if cattle and sheep were herded by high-waged humans instead of by wageless dogs. Thus, the Working Dog is helping you, as well as helping his master, in keeping down the high cost of staying alive. This, apart from his innate duties as guard and night watchman for his owner’s homestead and in driving away the natural enemies of food- giving animals. The fargh dog or ranch dog is the United States’ representative of the Working Dog class. Oftenest he is a collie. But freque: he isa mongrel, and a mighty fine mongre| «t that. His toil is not confined wholly to hi ing and guarding. He has manifold ot jobs. In some backwoods districts he is tached to a churn by means of a homema |e device and set to making butter. Or, on little treadmill, he furnishes power for t}, pumping of water on wash day. I recall.a yéllow mongrel owned by Dan’! Blauvelt, up at Pompton, many y« ago, that used to do the churning. He hat it: Tuesday was ch day on that dai farm. And regula on Monday nights t little tyke would ru away to the woods a would not show again until Wednesda, morning. This, until the Blauvelts learned to take an unspo manly advantage him, by tying him up every Monday after- noon. The Working Dog is seldom a pet, and he represents to the full the labor element of dogdom, except that he practically never goes on strike and never demands a shorter day. Wageless, toiling valiantly until he drops, patient and efficient, the Working Dog earns his keep a thousand times over. \ HICH brings us to the sixth and final social rank, the rank without even the most stunted pedestal to pose on; the rank which is occupied by that genial outcast, the Tramp Dog. Yes, he is an outcast. He must live by his wits or he must stop living. The garbage pail in cities, and the garbage heap in the country afford his most sumptuous and most nearly lawful meals. The least shelter less side of shed or alleyway is his sole pro tection from storm and chill. He has no human friends. In towns he provides the chief income for the pound keeper. In the country he is the horrible ex ample of editorial and legislative thunders against ‘‘ predatory dogs.’’ Not once in fifty times does the Tramp Dog set out to be a tramp. But it is that or starve. And, unlike us worthy humans, he would rather live by doubtful methods than die. He was once the mongrel pup given to some mauling child as a pet, a child wh tired of him and kicked him out as soon as * his fluffy body began to lose its baby pretti ness. Or he was the house mongrel of son family that moved away and left him to shiit for himself. Or he was one of a crossbreed chance litter whose mother’s owner was to kindhearted to drown the unwanted pups in first infancy, and who let them grow up as homeless wanderers. Nobody wants him. From puppyhood has learned to forage for himself. His lot tragic. His end is certain. If the dogcat er’s net or the motor car’s whizzing wh« miss him, he must take his chance in one more asinine ‘‘mad dog’”’ scares or fall vict to some hencoop-ravaged farmer’s poisor meat or shotgun. [ THESE fail to land him, there is alwa the vivisectionist ready and eager to p for him. More than eight hundred st: dogs in St. Louis alone last year were g: nered into the various medical establi ments at low prices, there to be strapped | tables and ca ved or torn to shreds in t so-called ‘‘holy name of science.” It was and is—so in nearly every city. The captured Tramp Dogs are hung up with spikes in them; their lips are sew together to muffle their screams; and th are otherwise tortured; while grave-eye'! scientists take copious notes on the effect various forms of agony upon the victin hearts and nerve centers. And the sar thing is going on, all over the world, in spi of the eager and logical protests of the m jority of normal men and women, men a! women whose protests are guided by son thing better than maudlin sentiment. In spite of this rowdily precarious life a1 inevitable fate, the Tramp Dog is no mela choly wanderer. He is a jolly little cuss as rule; brave, gay, ever ready for adventu and with a waggishly optimistic philosop! of his own. Through life he swaggers + slinks, bone-thin, furtive, yet gloriously fre His is no cerf’s lot. He calls no man “mas ter,” for the very good reason that no ma will take him as slave. He has no respons! bilities, no wearying loyalties or duties. Hi is his own boss. The world owes him a liv ing, and blithely he collects the debt. Perhaps he is happier than almost any 0! his five class superiors, except the Famil) Dog. He is incomparably happier than th coddled and dyspeptic Plutocratic Pup. Let us be patronizing and wish the little vaga bond a measure of good luck, knowing ful! well that he hasn’t the ghost of a chance to achieve such a thing? 1920

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Ictobe: 1929 t frequently 2 mongre! at olly to her nifold other cts he is 41 . homemade r. Or, ona wer for the yned by many year y. He hat Ly was churt hat dairy id regula: y nights the > would rur le woods a1 »t show up 1 Wednesday This, until relts learned in unsport lvantage of ying him up ynday after- rking Dog is pet, and he r element of ‘ically never ids a shorter tly until he he Working | times over. xth and final out even the ym; the rank | outcast, the st live by his The garbage heap in the yptuous and least shelter his sole pro- In towns he the pound 8 horrible ex- ive thunders once in fifty - out to be a And, unlike ather live by sup given to a child who ut as soon as baby pretti ngrel of some t him to shift a crossbreed, wher was too wanted pups m grow up as uppyhood he If. His lot is he dogcatc! lizzing wh« nce in one or fall victi er’s poison | nere is always eager to p undred str ear were ga sal establi e strapped to shreds in t e.” It was are hung up ps are sewed ns; and the e grave-eye! 1 the effect the victin nd the san vorid, in spi ts of the m nen, men al ded, by som timent. irious life a1 z is no mela little cuss as for adventu ‘ic philosop! > swaggers < loriously fre« no man *‘mas | that no mal s no responsi or duties. H: ves him a liv e debt. almost any o! tt the Famil) ypier than the atic Pup. Let ne little vaga knowing ful! of a chance to

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ve ae tie eo ip i 4d t ‘ Q f { i ; ¥ : be Sec oe aiteiniaieeiamiemadiine aandine....coamene wes es on ee _ Soa an rit i tt ape a phen er Swans Down Marble Cake Follow the recipe for White Cake given above. Swans Down Cake Flour gives you a lighter, finer, smoother mixture that, when properly baked, assures a light, flaky cake. Divide the mixture and leave one half plain. Into the other half beat: \% teaspoonful ground cloves 4 tablespoonfuls of cocoa 4% teaspoonful soda 44 teaspoonful of ground cinnamon Make all measurements level \ Put the two mixtures, alternately, by large spoonfuls into the tin. Do not stir, but smooth over the top. (See Recipe—‘‘ Cake Secrets””— Page 5.) JOURNA SWANS CAKE Preferred by Housewives for 25 years The best grocer has Swans Down. If not, write us. wonderfully helpful booklet on successful cake and pastry making, contains the above recipes and many others, by Janet McKenzie Hill, editor of American Cookery Magazine. Learn what to do and what not to do in “Cake Secrets” sent for 10 cents in stamps or coin. Igleheart Brothers cake making! Established 1856 Evansville Dept. J-10 Also Manufacturers of Swans Down Wheat Bran, Nature’s Laxative Food OWN Prepared (Not Self-Rising) “Cake Secrets,” a L A (es October, | Swans Down White Cake With Cocoa Frosting and Marshmallow Topping 14 cupful shortening 3 level teaspoonfuls baking powder 1 cupful sugar 3 egg whites 2 cupfuls Swans Down Cake Flour 2¢ cupful milk 4 teaspoonful flavoring extract Make all measurements level Cream butter, add sugar gradually, creaming the mixture thoroughly. Flour is the foundation of all cake,and to make cakes of lighter, whiter, finer texture it is necessary to use a flour specially suited to cake making. So sift the Swans Down Cake Flour several times with the baking powder, then add alternately with milk to the first mixture. Add flavoring; fold in the well-beaten egg whites, and bake in layer cake pans in a moderate oven. Cover with cocoa frosting and top with halved marshmallows. (See Recipe“ Cake Secrets’’— Pages 3 and 16.) Swans Down Sponge Cake 5 eggs 4s lemon, grated rind and juice 1 cupful granulated sugar 1 cupful Swans Down Cake Flour '{ teaspoonful salt Make all measurements level Beat the yolks of eggs until thick and light colored, gradu- ally beat in the sugar and grated rind, then the lemon juice. Beat the whites until very light. Cut and fold part of the whites into yolks and sugar. Because Swans Down is lighter and whiter than bread flour it blends perfectly in this delicate sponge batter. And while Sponge Cake is often difficult to make from bread flour, it is very easy to make it light and tasty by using Swans Down. Fold and cut in the flour and the salt, cut and fold in the rest of the egg whites. Bake in an ungreased tube pan about fifty minutes in a slow oven. (See Recipe—“ Cake Secrets’’— Page 9.) Swans Down Maple Syrup Cake '¢ cupful shortening % cupful milk cupful sugar 2% cupfuls Swans Down Cake Flour 2 eggs, beaten light 2% teaspoonfuls (level) baking powder ; cupful maple syrup 24 teaspoonful (scant) soda teaspoontul ginger Make all measurements level Cream the butter; beat in the sugar and the eggs, beaten with- out separating the whites and yolks. Beat in the syrup. Then ilternately the milk and the flour sifted with the baking powder, 1 and ginger. It is important to use Swans Down Cake Flour, ul it insures against costly failures. Notice the sugar con- yin this cake. Bake in a tube loaf pan about fifty minutes. over with Maple Frosting, which is made just like boiled icing, ept use one cup of maple sugar with one tablespoonful of corn syrup in place of three-quarters cup of granulated sugar. (See Recipe—“Cake Secrets” —Pages 7 and 15.) ISWENS DOWN 7, D fae f

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L A I gE Ss 1629 BB october, 1920 HOME JOURNA 117 AT THE POINT OF A NEEDLE Smart Touches Every Woman Can Add Rumanian Em- broidery in Soft Tones Applied to Net or Tulle I j I J Makes the Love- et Ss liest of Scarves. S ll Yi Sl The Edges are e ou cep Darned in Three Tones to Match , the Flowers LEEP is necessary. It is precious. For with- out the anodyne of quiet slumber vitality lags and ambition droops. Girdle, and Nar- roma ~igut : Only in Restwel pillows Tied Into Small is the perfect cleanliness Perky Bows which puts the mind at | peace for untroubled rest; } only in Restwels is the fluffy }} lightness of new washed feathers which gratefully sustains the tired head. Restwels are Eight-Inch Bead Loops May be Used on a Satin For the Broad and Swath- i ing Hip-Girdle, Ribbon as \\} Weill as Dress Material | | The Only Pillows Filled With Washed Feathers May be Used | 2 eng - in -_ ( —— at — _? —— —_ or are Ordinary pillows are filled who, with a dress allowance no larger than that oO ur is Year, as ° of her friends, always manages to look not only Well as Narrow Col- with unwashed feathers, well costumed but a little smarter. And all because lars With Saucy Rib- sometimes retaining animal she possesses a certain clothes lore which shows itself bon Fastenings matter, carelessly steamed. in neckwear, belts and other clever touches that are somehow newer and different from those the eye gen erally lights upon. This clothes lore is sometimes described as a sixth cense, and many claim that it, like greatness, is born and cannot be acquired, but we would differ from these clothes pessimists. We believe that it can be achieved with a little study and thought at the point of the needle. It doesn’t demand an extended knowledge of needlecraft, for the woman who gives to her costumes these telling touches very often has only a limited skill, Restwels are billowy with se- lected feathers, washed again and again in torrentsof water through which circulate high-frequency electric currents that kill germs and animal life; Restwels contain feathers dried to delicious down- iness by blasts of pure air. Restwels are as aseptic as surgeons’ gauze, as sweet and | fresh as newly laundered bed sheets. You spend a third of your life in contact with your pillow—you breathe close to it eight hours a day—but a Restwel is the only pillow whose new-washed clean- liness is insured by a sterilizing process carried to the ultimate degree and guaranteed by the proudly borne name—Restwel. Restwels bring cool, drowsy comfort, their clean new-washed Steel Nail-Heads are Used to Trim a Navy feathers are sewn into ticking Blue Tricotine, While Chain-Stitching Ac- that keeps the down in and every- tually Turns Plain Material Into Striped thing else out. All Restwels conform to the same standard cf immaculate cleanliness; the dif- ference in price—from $2.00 to $15.00—is due to the different but it does call for a certain amount of “know how” sorts of feathers. applied in the right way, and this we hope to supply. It is one of the surest ways of beating the high price The name ‘“Restwel’’ is on of gowns, for it is the handwork on the new clothes every genuine Restwel pillow that is not only making them all akin but adding the and mattress. Be sure you see it. s price tags. S > this 1920-2 third numeral to the price tags. Supply this 1920-21 eur dallas atm wall hall-mark to your old « lothes and the dresses of yester you all about Restwels year become the gowns of to-day at a comparatively —or if you don’t know Ri : small expense; add it to your new costumes and yot o dealer, we'll tell you hy ae small expense; adc to your new costumes and you euseaiven, Clelte fer 2. | will have the keen satisfaction of knowing that your “The Art of Bedmak See | clothes are just right. ing,” a booklet full of yy Take. § ee be 4 sace of ribl s teat o fow valuable ideas on mak —_ . | ake, for example, a piece of ribbon; just a few ioe beds comfortable. | lengths will often turn the trick nicely. You probably Sent free. have discovered how easily the narrow widths may be The twisted into flowers and trail an effective path over Robinson-Roders Co., Inc. dancing frocks, but there are numerous other ways in Newark, N. J. which it is being adapted with equal art The French Werld's Lareet. Maker of Pine Pillaws gave us a new thought on a gown of black satin the and Mattresses other day when they embroidered the skirt from the Chicago, Little Rock, Kansas City knees to thé hem in cartwheels of pine-green ribbon. Canadian Agents, T. Eaton Co., Toronto, Ont This ribbon was not more than a quarter of an inch wide, a fine grosgrain, and only one edge was sewed to © The Robinson-Roders Co the dress, and this was slightly gathered. Loops of narrow ribbon in fringe effect form another novel trimming around tunics and apron effects. And for this purpose the changeable ribbons or the two- faced variety are particularly well liked. As you will 66 ee A Tulle Butterfly Bow, its Ends Forming a Train, Adds a Novel Touch note in the sketch at the top of page one hundred to the Evening Gown, While Black Camel’s-Hair Serge May be Trimmed A i hi th CONTINUED ON PAGE 118 08 wears With Revers and Cutwork Panel of White Leather PILLOWS and MATTRESSES 5 CJor the rest’ of your life

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ie iit oe EES = —e Ose 118 THE t HOME JOURNA Ee = =e Sey “/ he Service ry Sliced Fneapple ‘lomatoes, Crogu elttes, Gz ’ y clever woman of today is as distinctive in her table service as she is versatile in her cuisine. No longer will the ordinary table spoon answer all her ideals of dainty service — but this (oMm- MUNITY SERVER, deftly slipping its flat disk under the slices of Fruit, Tomato or Cucumber; the fritter, Waffie, French Toast or Griddle Cake; the tender fried or poached Egg; savory Croquette, Sausage Pat, Fish Cake or Timbale. OX €IDA Commun itTr ¥, ” $259 pach hac wp - ‘ pa ked mn Cklvet-lined Lift Cases t & Fs October, 1 AT THE POINT OF A NEEDLE (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 117) A Collar of White Leather With a Cutwork Design, if Worn With a Dress of Black Camel’s- Hair Serge, Gives From a Dis- tance the Effect of Heavy Lace Appliques of Velvet and of Fine Gros- grain Ribbon, and Velvet Flowers Outlined in Bead, Will Give Last Year’s Evening Gown This Year's Date-Line and twenty-one, this loop idea in mauve and yellow changeable ribbon has been com- bined with satin motifs outlined in the same ribbon. Ribbons, too, in the broad widths may be used as panels—and panels and sash girdles, as you know, are distinguishing factors in the coming modes. Sometimes they swing, carefree, from the skirt; again they are looped under the hem, and they may even begin their career at the neck-line. And if you prefer to make your panels of your dress material, then you can gain your line of color by ribbon pipings. The ribbon need not be more than an inch in width, and only about an eighth of it is permitted to show. Rust-colored ribbon adds a wonderfully clever bit of color to a navy blue gown, gray to black, French blue to brown and, of course, white to black. For the broad swathing hip-girdles, ribbon as well as the dress material may be adapted and is often easier to handle. Two lengths of eight-inch moiré ribbon, finely plaited and joined, plaits downward on each side of a narrow ribbon belt, can be placed around the hips in a straight line, and in a trice you will have one of the new moyen &ge frocks. If you would brighten the dark silk frock of yesterday, the girdle of brocade ribbon, rich in color, and perhaps glistening with metallic threads, will work wonders. And this winter the bow, invariably a looped affair, occupies the place of honor at the right side. Painted Blouses, it is Predicted, Will Supplant Beaded Ones in Popularity This Year. On the More Elaborate Waists of This Typethe Painted Designs are Out- lined in Beads or in Floss, or Old- Timey Designs, Much Like the Conventional Flower Patterns Used on Painted Furniture, are Applied by Stencil Against a Black Background. Chenille is Going to be One of the Fads of the Winter, Applied With Couching in a Conventional Geometrical Pattern as Shown in the Blouse Below This is sure to be the case when the girdle is of satin. Then the ends, or end, may be ex- tended to take on the aspirations of a panel, and like the panels are tucked under at the hem. These fabric girdles, as we may be permitted to call them, to distinguish them from the others, are often lined in a con- trasting color of silk, and are not without ornamentation. Paillettes, beads, chenille, floss and metal threads—all the factors in the art of stitchery are called upon to add their charm, sometimes in scattered all-over effects, again at the ends. And to aid these ends in falling in a straight path and keeping to it, a soft padding, not unlike the way the Japanese pad the hems of their kimonos, is resorted to. Adding the Season's Date-Line | YOU would give your girdle the dip that the French favor this season, let it drop lower in the back, and don’t be afraid to accentuate waistline that will embrace the hips. One of these girdles alone will serve as the sole trimming of a frock. \s against these broad hip-girdles there is the string belt which is supreme on the woolen dress; this is often not more than an inch in width and takes onto itself a prim little bow, without ends, such as we describe as a pump bow. Dot it—we are referring to your blouse or dress—and you will add the season’s date- line. It’s such an easy matter to achieve the right effect. The size of the dot makes no difference, nor the means. You may select a velvet dot an inch and a half in diameter a green velvet, let us say—and appliqué it on a brown silk casague blouse, the bell-sleeves and the hem finished by two rows of green fringe, and you will have one of the most ad- mired of the new blouses; or you may dot a navy-blue serge dress, such as most of us possess, with dots not half an inch across of flexible patent leather, the kind the manu facturer calls ‘“‘skiver.”” You can appliqué these dots upon the serge with a buttonhole stitch in a contrasting color, or in a criss- cross stitch. This leather is so pliable that you can handle it quite as easily as ribbon. That’s why it’s such a simple matter to appliqué straps of it, about an inch wide, in varying lengths, around the bottom of a dark blue cloth dress; and this time, just by way of a little more ornamentation, a very narrow soutache braid hides the needlework. Of course you would expect to find this leather in collars and cuffs, and a dress of black camel’s-hair serge could be made even more unusual by revers of the white leather with a cut-work design; from a distance the effect CONTINUED ON PAGE 121

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dle is ye ex yanel, it the Ly be them con thout nille, in the their over these eping Ly the 1OS, LS 1ere is n the than | prim SC ribe use or date- ve the ces no lect a eter é iton leeve > green st ad Ly dot of us "OSS of manu pliqué ynhole ( riss- u can That’s pliqué irying < blue vay of arrow c, Of eather black 1 more r with - effect OW did Cleopatra wash her face? What cleansers did she use? Did she enhance her beauty with cosmetics? Hieroglyphic records prove that while the finish of the royal toilet may have been rou- ing with carmine or vermilion, thorough, ra- diant cleanliness was always the foundation And the cleaners? Palm and Olive oils— the same rare oils which produce a famous toilet soap today. Remember that rouge and powder are harm- less enough when applied to a clean skin and profit by the beauty secret of Cleopatra. Wash your face with the same b] in 1, be ne- ficial cleansers the beauty-lovins, queen em- ployed scientifically combined in mild, soothin, Palmolive Wash away imperfections Work up a profuse thick lather from this gentlest of all soaps. Massage it thoroushly into every pore. Don't be afraid of irritation— Palmolive is mild as cream. Rub gently, of course, for you must not rougshen the delicate texture of the skin. Then rinse carefully in pleasantly warm water and end with a dash in cold. HOME JOURNAL

The Cosmetics of Cleop This simple beauty treatment washes away imperfections. The Palmolive lather carries off dirt, excessive oil secretions, dead skin and the traces of rouge and powder which otherwise clog up the pores. No foreign sub- stances are left to poison the skin with disfi? urin?, blotches and imperfections. If your skin is inclined to dryness apply Palmolive Cold Cream before you begin washing. This supplements the natural oil that keeps it smooth and supple. If we made Palmolive in small quantities— It would necessarily be a very expensive soap. Paln 1 Olive oils are costly and come from overseas. But we import them in enormous vol ime and the Palmolive factories work day and night. This Zigantic production reduces cost and the price of Palmolive is no more than ordi- nary soaps. It is within the reach of all for every toilet purpose, the Sreatest of modern luxuries. Palmolive is sold by dealers everywhere. It is made by THE PALMOLIVE COMPANY, Milwaukee, U. S. A. The Palmolive Company of Canada, Limited, Toronto, Ontario

Why men have the best skins look younger Soap and water is the answer —soap for thorough cleansin®, water to harden and invigorate. Fine soap, of course, soap that cleanses without harshness. Preferably soap that is made from Palm and Olive oil—mild, soothing Palmolive.

Women may safely use roug and powder if they will first thoroughly wash the face with mild, Bentle Palmolive.

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, s@ & TAaDBtHeEe vs HOME JOURNAL Octobe: vy} 4 ys a» Ji i 2 FeV IGS HA. ( mon Ascher & Co., Inc., 1920 ASCHER S KNIT GOODS \ WITYLES so trim and pretty that mothers de- ties for Infants and Children, as well as knitt mand them as much for their smartness as for * specialties for women. their enduring wear. Snugly fitted, perfectly knitted, made of fine pure wool, Ascher’s Knit ve - ) Write for name of nearest dealer and cata’ Goods hold their shape and keep the baby or y y, picturing every fancy knit goods need. Add youngster cosily warm, wal. AY? Department B. The “Label of the Lamb’ is a guide to economy. oa SIMON ASCHER & CO., IN It identifies Bootees, Sacques, Sweaters, Mittens, — for the «Label of the ESTABLISHED SINCE 1879 amo —tt i your guarantee Sweater Suits, Leggings, Toques, and other novel- of quality. 362 FIFTH AVENUE: NEW YORK Cll

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tobe: as knittd id cata’ Add oe RK Ci/l ber, 1920 HOME AT THE POINT OF A NEEDLE (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 118) is that of very heavy and handsome lace. As pipings for both suits and dresses you will find leather everywhere. We cannot dismiss the vel- vet appliqués without refer- ence to the velvet flowers outlined in jet beads which will bring last year’s evening gown so quickly into the lime- ight. On one of the new vinter dancing gowns in beige chiffon, the only attempt at trimming was a spray of rich brown velvet flowers edged n jet gracefully arranged on the bodice a little to the left f the front and extending from about the bust line to the girdle. This line of jet, however, s not confined to single motifs by any means. You will find used on many of the new frocks to attract the eye to the structural nes, as the basic lines of the gown are called. You will note it outlining strappings and slashings, and you will find its glitter in much of the embroidery. If you would gain a really novel effect, select the jet nail-heads and use them dis- criminately on your satin dress. We have given you the idea in the sketch, only in this particular case the steel nail-heads were selected. The gown is a navy-blue tricotine, and the design of the embroidery carries out to a nicety the trimming thought for the winter which calls for much ornamenta- tion above and below the belt. In fact, it is the waistline which is the point of demarca- tion this season, and it is around it that the hallmark of the new costumes is first noted; when it doesn’t drop to the hips it is marked by the trimming above and below it, or by the blousing of the material both in the front and in the back. So give two thoughts to your waistline, when you are remodeling the gown of yesterday. There’s no need to call your attention to the embroidery you will find even on suits for this coming winter; it’s everywhere, and you can’t escape from it. It is of all kinds and in all manner of stitches; probably the simplest is the chainstitching, and this has now been adapted so that it actually stripes the new materials, as you will note in the sketch, and likewise checks them; about four to five rows of the chainstitching are used to the line. It is used, too, for elaborate all-over embroidery that may splash a gown from the neckline to the hem. i) Wail ——— Easy to Add Beaded Motif I EADS are just as popular as ever but the designs are better. The colors are truly marvelous, and they are as carefully blended as in the beaded bags. If you have accomplished the bag, it is going to be a simple matter for you to add a_ beaded motif here and there on your silk frock; two panels, about nine inches long and four nches wide, at either side of the front of the gown, just at the waistline where you vould be « xpected this season to look for or namentation, are carried out in the Paisley shadings in beads on a gown of dark green tricolette The shimmer of beads is liked in combi nation with the floss and with the metal threads, for it’s the sparkle that counts so much this season—the sparkle not alone of beads, but of paillettes, silver and gold, and even brass and nickel. Chenille is another means of obtaining em- broidery effects, and it is particularly well liked for accenting structural lines. The new way of applying it is with couching, just as is done with the bristly straw braid that is going to be one of the fads of the winter; both are sewed, as a rule, in a very conven- tional, geometrical pattern. Chenille is very frequently com- bined with heavy silk embroidery. In the way of de- signs you will find some delightful motifs of Japanese and Chinese origin, with dragons and butterflies and curious little men and women, for the more unusual the design the more it is going to be ad- mired. The Turkish pat- terns are being very highly favored by one of the leading American establishments, and in the bright Turkish colors—yellows, reds and greens. The Rumanian embroid- ery in soft tones of red and blue and pale yellow could Wy j yi Pry, he ae Te, Pe, wA The Same Narrow Double- Faced Ribbon That Makes the Fringe Above, Also Out- lines the Black Satin Spots be applied to a long length of net or tulle and make the loveliest of scarfs for the even- ing. It’s particularly stun- ning because of the long, coarse stitchery, giving an effect similar to darning, and it’s even more striking when combined with metallic threads. While it’s only really necessary to embroider the ends of such a en scarf with three YS Nl great flowers you will have a newer idea if you scatter a motif or two throughout the gauzy length; for a finish to the raw edges there is the same darning stitch, repeated three times in the three tones; and, of course, fringe at the ends, again repeating the color scheme There’s another way of using tulle which may prove interesting—and certainly it is easy enough for anyone to copy—and that is the butterfly bow of tulle with long ends forming a train; it’s such a wisp of a train that all you have to do is to throw it over your arm when dancing and yet have the train which is again becoming a factor of importance on evening gowns. More durable, of course, are the ribbon trains made in the same way, with the bow placed between the shoulder-blades, where so many women hol- low in, or in the center of the back at the low waistline. “Like Gilding the Lily” ie YOU are clever with the brush you should surely take advantage of the resur- rection of ombre, for no evening gown or blouse could be more effective than the gay chiffon creations showing several shades of the same color blending into one another. And then there are the painted blouses which, it is predic ted, will oust the beaded ones from the first ranks of popularity. It’s almost like gilding the lily to outline the painted design in beads or in floss but that is what the de- signers are doing on the more elaborate blouses of this type. Against a background of black, which looks like lacquer, old-timey designs—much like the conventional flower patterns used on painted furniture—are truly artful and can be applied even by stencil. When the motif is part of the material, it is a simple enough matter to accentuate its beauty by outline but it is certainly a new thought to use a narrow strip of fur for the purpose. Even more unusual is the treat ment accorded to a brocaded crépe, where the figure is cut out and the edges finished in a coarse buttonhole stitch. It’s a comfort to know that you can make use of scraps of fur—a sort of tardy recogni tion of the fact that fur is a great luxury and should be treated as such. On many of the handsomest dresses there is only a mod collar of fur, just a strip to encircle the throat It may be fastened with a bow of ribbon of blending tone or merely hooked together in the latter case this hooking in the bacl concealed by a ftill of plaited tulle, just as we wore it several years ago when collars were considered a nece ssary part of the cos tume. Even buckles may be made of narrow strips of fur. One of the brown krimmer was threaded with brown ribbon as the finish to a blouse of indestructible voile. There are all manners of strappings of fur. Just one more new thought, and that is concerned with lacing. It may serve a utilitarian purpose and actually fasten a gown together, either in the front or the back, or it may be purely ornamental; in the first instance ribbon is threaded through eyelets and so loosely that a foun- dation of plaited chiffon reveals its charm; in the latter nickel or brass rings are used and are strung on ribbons, as the sketch shows them. Of course it’s not ob ligatory to hold the plaits of a blue serge skirt in this way but it is novel and effective. And it’s really an easy method of finishing a sleeve to attach eyelets and thread ribbon through them, as we have shown it. These are little touches that are different and that gain for the woman who uses them discriminately the coveted title of “well- dressed.” They are hall- marks along the pathway of fashion. LL Ao ' JOURNAL Posed by Irene Castle “L'Aprés Midi” Alfred Cheney J hnston Poplin for strolling Posed by Irene Castl Alfred Cheney Johnston Pattern Cut from a O12@5 34-gO bust meast Order your pattern of thi / charming frock by name “L’ Apres Midi.” Price $7 ” T he Ve Ways f Dinner Gowns and Da) Frocks” Booklet in color, mailed on request, showing fascinating designed for Corticelli Silk Mills, r1ro NonotuckSt.,Florence,Mass. No Canadian orders accepted new frocks HEN she elects as sedate a pastime as strolling, the fash- ionable woman of today chooses dig- nified poplin for her frock. And she designs a frock so severely simple that only a silk of the weight and firm weave of Corticelli Poplin could hope to sustain its long, smooth lines. Corticelli Dress Silks come in all the fashionable shades of the season. For every type of frock you will find a perfect Corticelli Silk. There is luxurious, rich Satin Patria; lustrous Satin Militaire; exquisitely woven taffetas that puff and flare to per- fection; and poplins, splendid for suits and street frocks. If your favorite store cannot show you the newest Corticelli Silks, Taf- fetas and Poplins, please write us. Corticelli Silk Mills, 110 Nonotuck Street, Florence, Mass. CorrvicELut ress SItKs Also Makers of Spool Silks, Yarns and Crochet Cottons

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7 a GOLDEN T Lal = A Oo i e& Ss HOME JOURNAL

October, 8 8 9 nS SSS te ee @ aHeeeccee eee ce eee eee Smell it! Real naptha makes this a supersoap

The clean naptha odor instantly says ‘“Fels-Naptha’’! naptha as long as a be hid. You can detect the Naptha is a surprising dirt-loosener. When combined with good soap,the Fels-Naptha way, the soap delicate fabrics.

It won’t allow itself to sliver of the golden bar remains. Dry-cleaners use it for even the most plus the naptha produces the greatest clothes-cleansing combination ever invented —a super-soap—Fels-Naptha! The naptha in Fels-Naptha loosens the dirt. It takes the place of hard rubbing—saves wear on clothes—makes washing so easy! It makes clothes sweet and truly clean—every fibre. It restores their bright, fresh appearance— preserves their life. Fels-Naptha washes arti- cles not to be trusted to ordinary soaps. Use Fels-Naptha any way you wish, but there is a special, simple way by which clothes soak clean, described inside the famous red-and-green wrapper—a definite suggestion for each kind of clothes—to save time, backs, clothes and money: Get the real Fels-Naptha of your grocer. Three things identify it—the clean naptha odor, the golden color of the bar, and the red- and-green wrapper. Ask for it by the tull name—Fels-Naptha. Get it before next wash day! FELS & CO., PHILADELPHIA FELS-NAPTHA THE WITH THE CLEAN NAPTHA ODOR Fes &€

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self to mains. » most e soap vented \d-green kind of money: naptha the T d- the tull xt wash’ © 1920 Fels & C« WANT TO LOOK YOUNGER? Just Try a Purse Full of Money! exter a|UHERE is more than mere r vanity in the fear every girl ey) has of “looking old.”” She has if. Se heard thoughtless and unkind re) old maid” remarks whis- >| pered about her unmarried kek Dae, friends. She has seen hus- ‘atest BS] bands treat their wives in a off-hand, she-doesn’t-count manner, ingly because of the loss of their girlish, ithful appearance. And she has observed lack of interest shown in the “ older girls”’ t only by most new acquaintances but by y old friends, and the slighting attitude eral toward them. Is it rising that she hates to see her own first hairs or the first little crow’ ( worl 1 in rel s-feet around yes you, too, wouldn’t be feminine if you ot interested in what I am going to uu now know a recipe that has taken from five ten years from hundreds of girls’ and any weeks without its a single penny Yes, en's facesinasn ng one of them and in a way that is as practical for 1 aiso asa purse full of crisp greenbacks be. What is more, Il am going to exp/ain tbout it {2 r you mustn t be offended if I speal very plainly and perhaps “step on your ’ by mentioning some of your own bad its. Girls worry about looking old, but never really face the fact that it is ally their own fault. ‘Most people are fogies at twenty-five,’ wrote Robert lis Stevenson. They then begin to lump” in their appearance. They begin tending to join that class in French or in ncing or in swimming or in stenography; tending to join a social club; intending to more good plays, hear more good music; t they never really do. They are so busy iming of how they are going to live in the ture that the months slip by and they er really live at all. No wonder they soon gin to look old! Now study your own face with a hand s. See those telltale downward lines from e to mouth? They, not your actual irs, make vou look older. And they are ised by old fogy habits, by continually ing without the things you'd like to have, aring ugly old clothes you hate yourself in, ver going anywhere you'd like to go; in ort, by too much work and not enough iy, summed up, very likely, by too much elfishness. So you see, if disappointment, lack of erest, unhappiness, put those old-looking se-to-mouth lines in your face, happiness yne can erase them. And the very first rt of our treatment, guaranteed to make uu look younger, is to show you how to ake some money in your spare time to vend on yourself, to give yourself pleasure. Does that surprise you? Then let me tell yu that not doing enough for themselves is the great mistake many girls and women make. Yet we have all seen the result: The reward of many a mother who does too much for her children is just to have them “‘wish mother looked nicer.’”’ The reward of many a girl who sacrifices her own youth ful desires and ambitions for her family is to have those same brothers and sisters later think of her as nothing more than a fussy old maid. And more than one wife who “ never thinks of herself” wakes up to find that her hus- band’s main idea is to spend as little time at home with her as possible. Why? Because she really has become a very tiresome person, however good she is, when she neglects her appearance and is not interested in any thing except her housekeeping. “Pretty dresses and hats win husbands away wives, wear them yourselves!" cau- tions the milliner of Spoon River. Yes, and an attractive appearance wins many a good position and many a new friend; and one good thing always leads to another, 1 can 1 add So sit down now and list the good things that you'd spec ially like to have or do, but I been doing without because you couldn’t spare the money to spend o1 yourself New fall clothes first, without fail: A hat with a feathery plume, maybe; a new electric iron or washing machine; a nice bar pin; having your teeth put in good order; the payment of that worrying bill; a pair of nice new shoes; a bank account that will take you to Europe next summer; a new rug for the dining room or some pretty new furniture; awoman to help with the housework or the care of the children, so you won't be too tired to go out with your husband once in a while; a lovely new blouse; a permanent wave or dainty toilet luxuries—it doesn’t make a bit of difference what it is you want, if you will just let me show you how to make the money to get it and to enjoy it! Speaking of magic: wait till you hear people remarking then how young you are looking! UST write me a little note, short as you J please, this very day, asking me to tell you how you can make.this money, even in the spare moments of your busy days, without its costing you a penny, now or later. Give me your name and address, and in a very short time I can promise that you can have a full purse and a happy heart, new interests and new friends, a new light in your eyes and a spring in your step; and you and everyone else will forget that you ever did worry about “looking old.” That seems like a lot to promise, but just try me! Simply address me as the Tar Laptes’ Home JourNAL PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA tc €& HOME JOURNA TIME WAS when the guest at a smart luncheon would have raised her brows at tableware other than sterling. Today she may find Alvin Silver, the Long-Life Plate, laid at her place—and with perfect propriety. THE SOCIAL RECOGNITION of the correctness of Alvin Silver, the Long-Life Plate, came with the appre- ciation of its beauty of design and un- excelled craftsmanship. SO EXQUISITE is the artistry of Alvin Silver, the Long-Life Plate, that the difference between it and sterling 1s indistinguishable to hand or eye. FOR EVERY FUNCTION in every home the highest art of the silversmith, perfectly exemplified by either sterling or Alvin Silver, the Long-Life Plate, is correct. ALVIN SILVER COMPANY 20 Maiden Lane New York SILVER he Long-Like Plate CORRECT FOR EVERY OCCASION Molly Stark Pattern

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> a 7. ee Sree ee en > ee oe arte RR — a 124 T H When the shank of your shoe sags—look out! Few realize how serious weak or fallen arches are. Feet have arches to give spring to the body and to provide shock absorbers for the system. Walk- ing on weakened arches is like riding in an auto with weakened springs. Arches out of normal position, the body is thrown off balance, and strain is put on parts of the body not intended to receive it. This condition, if not corrected, may lead to total disability. If the arches are restored to normal and held in place by Wizard Adjustable Lightfoot Arch Build- ers, complete recovery results. Beneath these all-leather Arch Builders are over- lapping pockets, so located that inserts of any desired thickness can be inserted in exactly the right place to support the dislocated bones in normal position. Adjustments are simply made by shifting inserts or changing their thickness. Being all leather, Wizard Lightfoot Arch Builders are light, flexible, and are worn without one being conscious of them. Wizard Lightfoot Arch Builders are sold by lead- ing dealers everywhere. Usually where they are sold there is an expert who has made a study of fitting them. If there is no such dealer near you, write the Wizard Lightfoot Appliance Company, 1755 Locust Street, St. Louis, Mo., or 956 Marbridge Bldg., New York City. Ask for a simple treatise on “‘Orthopraxy of the Foot’’— foot troubles. No charge. LAD iit HOME JOURNAL Wiz 7007 YB BUILDERS (1600; i = tee me SZ Vf, ARCH ALL NO METAL HEEL LEVELER ARCH BUILDER CALLOUS RELIEVER October, | 99, THE. EDUCATION OF GLORIA (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 37) Such devotion to an espoused cause re- quires, of course, incessant activity, but Mrs. Tomlinson gives it ungrudgingly. It is her consuming interest, almost her hobby; when she speaks of it her voice soars free above the forgotten fetters of gentle modulation, and the red surges surprisingly to her patricianly pallid coun- tenance, even, in fact, to her statuesque neck and aristocratically set ears. In her excite- ment she frequently overlooks chances to work in her favorite “‘noblesse oblige,” al- though the subject presents admirable op- portunities for its display. Naturally, she has drilled her only daugh- ter not only to assist her in this mighty work but to carry it pluckily on after Mrs. Tom- linson has passed impressively over into that section of the Great Beyond which is re- served for the most exclusive people. And Gloria has proved a singularly able recruit to the cause. From her earliest years she showed herself to be exceptionally happy at reproducing her mother’s attitude toward social inferiors. The true precocity of this feat of impersonation can be appreciated only when one comprehends the lavish _ on which it had to be pérformed; for, must be understood, under the general an of inferiors Mrs. Tomlinson lists practically the entire known population of the globe. She excepts only those fortunate few whom, on the score of birth, breeding, or bank ac- count, she can conscientiously claim as equals. T WOULD indeed be a lesson to the lax to observe the ceaseless care with which Mrs. Tomlinson has labored to keep her only child from contact with any save those few. It would almost seem as if she feared that Gloria’s bloom of aristocracy was so delicate that it could not be guaranteed not to rub off in mingling with coarser beings. But, in this imperfect world, it is impossible for things to work out without ever a hitch; into each life, as one of the more heavily bearded poets has so adroitly worded it, some rain must fall. There have been times when, despite every care, Gloria has been hurled into the very midst of the bourgeoisie, to use one of her mother’s milder names for them. The family motors have been out of com- mission, the more plebeian taxicabs have ob- stinately refused to answer to call, in short, a malicious fate has expressly arranged things so that Gloria has been forced to employ a common street car. But her deportment, even in such a trying position, has been one hundred per cent pa- trician. Packed in though she may be with as many of the masses as the car will hold, her bearing is a testimonial to her upbring- ing. The casual observer, doubtless, would gather that she was giving an impersonation of Marie Antoinette on her way to the guil- lotine; but it is really nothing so far-fetched as that. It is simply faithful emulation of her mother’s demeanor in similar circum- stances. With like care has Gloria followed her mother’s formula in direct dealings with in- feriors. When compelled to meet those of whose social standing she is by no means sure, she accurately copies Mrs. Tomlinson’s wearily aloof inattention; when addressing servants or shop girls, she gives an admirable imitation of her mother’s gracious patron- age, yet commanding power, the exquisitely balanced medium between the manner of a Lady Bountiful toward her protégés and that of a lion tamer toward his charges. The im- pression which Gloria has so early made by the use of these mothods is but addi- tional proof of the perfection of her working model. ROM her mother Gloria has picked up a neat turn of phrase which lends her con- versation that individuality so much to be de- sired. Mrs. Tomlinson has a way of making the fortunate words that she employs signify much more than they do in vulgar usage. The word “nobody,” for example—she has invested that noun with a meaning almost entirely the opposite of that it has heretofore conveyed. With her, it has come to be synonymous with “anybody”—anybody, that is, of no social importance, for there is that stigma attached to the word as she uses it. To hear the lofty contempt with which she scathingly disposes of some unfortu- nate as “‘a nobody” is to realize that to the fullest. Oddly enough, the word “everybody,” as employed by Mrs. Tomlinson, has a whim- sically reversed meaning. When she speaks of what “everybody” says, where “every- body” goes, what ‘‘everybody”’ wears, she refers to the exclusive little band of her ogee These two common nouns, althou; er use of them renders them anything b common, appear with almost monotono frequency in Mrs. Tomlinson’s discour: with their aid she classifies the whole wor! One would say, having once heard M: Tomlinson utter the words, that no one « could do them equal justice. But on opinion would soon change on hearing Glor use them, for she can invest them wit equal meaning and apply them just as u erringly. Of course the most important part « Gloria’s education has been the home i fluence. But Mrs. Tomlinson is too effici: a mother not to realize the importanc correct scholastic training, and her daught has enjoyed the inestimable privilege of ; impeccable school life. In her extrem youth Gloria attended a neighboring schoo! presided over by an austere and _ highl, unmarried personage, last remnant of an aristocratic family whose fortune had, un- fortunately, petered out shortly before her advent. HE attendance at this institution wa; limited to a selectly small number of miniature ladies and gentlemen, and Mrs Tomlinson had always the soothing assurance that daily, from nine-thirty until one o’cloc\ her offspring was absorbing learning of th: most exclusive little seekers after knowledg: The grande dame who ruled the school was firm, almost fanatic, in her belief that th: youthful mind should not be overtaxed, and she carried out this admirable idea to an extraordinarily successful degree. In her several years at this academy Gloria a quired a firm foundation in the three r’s reading, ’riting, and rhythmic dancing. The finishing touches to her daughter's education Mrs. Tomlinson regarded as so important, so vital, really, that she planned for them years in advance. Scarcely had sh: heard the welcome words “It’s a girl” be fore she was making arrangements to enter the infant’s name upon the waiting list of a most exclusive finishing school, one attended solely by the daughters of the best, or, at an rate, the most affluent, families. This is on: of the features that adds so much to th school’s prestige—this ceremony of entering the would-be pupil’s name as shortly afte: birth as possible, if she hopes to round out her education there. ) AT this school Gloria, at seventeen, is bi ing finished—which is putting it mildly It has proved satisfactory in every wa her mother; she has never needed to wort lest Gloria, during these impressionable year should fall under the influence of upstart associates. Gloria’s schoolmates are all prisingly like herself, all the progeny mothers surprisingly like Mrs. Tom! son, although, of course, this last must | a mere surface resemblance, for it does 1 seem quite plausible that other mothers a so highly efficient. At any rate, Mrs. Tomlinson conced that the process of finishing Gloria is goi along splendidly. With her graduation on one short year away Gloria would have | work out twelve times seven for you with pencil and paper, and she is almost touc ingly open to suggestion as to whom the w: of 1812 was with; but she has had an u! paralleled opportunity to make firm frien of the most important of the girls in her clas and she has assured her inclusion in all th« future social activities. And that, as Mrs. Tomlinson says, is tl main thing. There are those less-accomplished mothe: who are sometimes tormented with the fea that their daughters may make unfortunat marriages. But no such distressing thought crash in upon the placid meditations of Mr Tomlinson. She sen that with the pe: fectly trained Gloria nothing can go wrons Other girls, who have not had the advar tage of such careful upbringing, may marr socially obscure or even poor young men with some hysterical notion of making thei way together; but not so a girl of Gloria’ high ideals. When the right time comes—an' it is fairly safe to say that Mrs. Tomlin son will be the judge of that—Mrs. Tom linson knows that she can trust her own littl Gloria to follow the dictates of her mother’s heart. Indeed sometimes, in the poppy-laden quiet of the twilight, Mrs. Tomlinson dreams roud dreams of one day-starting Gloria’: little ones in the right direction, just as she started her own daughter. For, as she so often affirms, it is all in th: way that one starts. er ae \ {9 )

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California RIPE OLIVE The California Olive Association is an organization of growers and packers united to insure the scientific growing, sterilizing and packing of California Ripe Olives, and to make the purity and wholesomeness of this distinctive California fruit more widely known and appreciated. To be certain of reliable California Ripe Olives, make sure that you buy a brand packed by one of the Association Members listed below. CALIFORNIA OLIVE ASSOCIATION McCann Building, San Francisco, Cal. PACKER MEMBERS: A. Adams, Jr. Libby,MeNeill & Libby California Growers Ass'n, Inc. Los Angeles Olive Growers McNally Ranch Ass'n. (Sylmar Ranch) Mt. Ida Packing Company Roeding Fig & Olive Co. California Packing Corp’n Golden State Canneries Ee A. HOME JOURNAL October, | Higgins Building, Los Angeles, Cal. Maywood Packing Company EIGHTY YEARS OF REMINISCENCE (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 32) happened on summer nights, her audience was seated on the front porch in the moon- light or under the stars, the harmonies float- ing through the open windows, “might be,” as an enthusiastic collegian put it, “the hymning of celestial spheres.” The Mosbys of Fonthill were near and in- timate neighbors of the Montrose Smiths. Judith Michaux Mosby was, at twenty, the acknowledged belle of the county. At that age she became the bride of Josiah Sterling Smith, who was a fitting mate for the prize he had drawn in the matrimonial market. At forty she was a widow with five children, all under fifteen years of age. In another score of years the estate bequeathed to her unconditionally by the man who knew her best had nearly doubled in value under herable management. Acres of new and rich land were cleared and cultivated, and the products of older tracts had never been so abundant before. Prosperity had crowned every enterprise she had set on foot. CANNOT remember when Montrose was not the center of refinement and Christian influence throughout the sur- rounding region. Mount Carmel, the neat church built upon the outskirts of the plantation, was virtually, although not in name, a private chapel of the Montrose estate. It was at that time the only Presbyterian church in the country. For a century it had been the devout boast of each branch of the family that it had “never wanted a man to stand before the Lord.” A list of those of the blood who had taken holy orders would read like the roll call of the Southern and Western churches of that day. Alexander, Brooks, Hoge, Lacey, Lyle, Rice and Waddell were names of note in the eccle- siastical history of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. There was hardly aclergymanorstates- man of renown in Virginia and the Carolinas who had not been a guest at Montrose. The gra- cious hostess had been named more than once in print, in private letters and at religious assemblies “the queen mother of the Presbyterian Church in Virginia.” As her middle name would denote, she was of French ex- traction—a lineal descendant of an expatri- ated Huguenot who founded a small colony upon the Upper James. Her brunette beauty, a certain dignified vivacity of bearing and speech, her ready adaptation of manner and conversation to the tastes of her companions, were inherited from French forbears. Her sterling common sense and administrative ability were drawn from English stock. Her family, at the time of which I write, consisted of her daughters and one son who was her right hand, her premier in govern- ment, and, if I may use the figure, the right lobe of her heart. Her eldest son was mar- ried and settled in a home of his own not far away. The third son, and next to the young est of her flock, was completing his theological course in Germany. He became subse- quently a distinguished clergyman and one of the heads of a school of divinity. All of her children, the mother was wont to remark cheerfully, ‘“‘were taking good care of them- selves,”’ and left her at liberty to give more attention to other weighty matters. HE reader of to-day who has always lived in afree state may require more definite information than casual mention of the bur- dens indicated in this speech. Nor does knowledge of the fact that there were upon the Montrose plantation nearly a hundred colored servants bring full appreciation of what was wrapped up in these words. Slavery, euphemistically called the “ patri- archal institution” by apologists and advo- cates, existed in its mildest form in the Old Dominion. The queen regnant of Montrose was a beneficent and benignant ruler. Anything approximating despotism was as foreign to her nature as to her Christian principles. Her son, with the codperation of a trustworthy white overseer and colored head- man, managed what might be called the outdoor work of the plantation, reporting op- erations and results to her and seeking counsel when doubtful questions presented them- selves. For the rest, everything pertaining to domestic labor in all its departments, to- gether with the dairy and garden, was her province, from the most momentous problem to the most trifling detail. A brief outline of the routine of a single day in the life of the housekeeper of that period and latitude may bring to our twenti- eth century housemother a faint conception of what is involved in that last sentence. To begin with, what would be a sort of slavery to her, all foods designed for the consump- tion of the white and colored families were kept under lock and key, and doled out dail) to be prepared for the master’s table, for th: house servants, who took their meals in th kitchen, and for those who ate and slept i: the quarters described a while ago. Smoke house, storerooms, dairy and cellar wer visited and inspected periodically, generally, daily, by the mistress of the domain, some times assisted by her daughters. HE day was begun at Montrose, and, as I then believed, in every Christian home by “Prayers.” The family altar was no mer figure of speech. We knelt about it at earl) morn and dewy eve every day, collecting in the dining room, unless there were so many guests staying at the house that we adjourned to the drawing-room. The breakfast tabk was already set in the middle of the floor, but there was ample space for chairs and cricket between this and the fireplace, in which blazing logs roared lustily in winter and where wood was laid ready for lighting all summer long. Grandma—she was that to a het of young people and children connected with her by near or remote ties of consan guinity—sat-in an armchair be tween the hearth and the nearest window. Had I the limner’s skill I could paint her now as she ap- peared to me then. Time had not curved her spine nor bowed her shoulders, and the poise of her head was still regal. She always wore a black gown, and a white cap with a puffed crown was tied under her chin with black ribbons. Disdaining the “false front” with which most elderly women of the day sought to conceal the ravages of time, she wore her own gray hair banded smoothly above a thoughtful brow. Her dark eyes were steady and bright and, while the warm brunette of her complexion was bleached to the mellow hue of old ivory, her skin was smooth and clear. My seat was upon a cricket so near to her that I could lean upon her knee, and, when her eyes were not upon me, look adoringly into the face I still know was beautiful. The house servants, seven in number, in- cluding Mammy, were seated in a line near the door. ‘Cousin Joe,” the son who resembled his mother so closely that I must have loved him had he been less engaging in every other way, sat by her, the great Bible open upon a stand before him, and conducted the simple service. First we had a chapter, never long and always interesting. Next, a hymn was announced, generally one so well known by us all that it needed no lining out. Lastly came a prayer. EVOTIONS and breakfast over, the routine of daily duties began for “our lady of the manor,” as I named her to my secretself. By the time we left the table, Pem broke, the dining-room servant, who woul be a butler now, removed the central castor and the silver saltcellars to the sideboar and began to transfer china and silver, plate and dishes to a large tray set upon a long deal table brought from the adjacent store room by a “likely”’ stripling, his assistant and apprentice. When the board was cleared Pembroke took off the cloth, lowered th wings of the table and trundled it to the back of the room, covering it with the em broidered square of tapestry it was to wea! when not in use. Now appeared upon the scene a stalwart kitchen helper, whose name, “Watt,” wa: ridiculously curt for one of his stature, bear ing two huge caldrons of boiling water which he deposited upon the hearth. Jim, the assistant, had placed upon the table tw: dishpans, one large, in which the soile articles were to be washed after going throug! the rinsing water in the smaller vessel. Cup: and saucers, dishes and plates were emptied into bowls of coarser ware and taken by Watt to the kitchen. Upon the far end oi the table were soap-dish, mop and folded towels. At this stage of the proceedings Mammy walked into the room from th¢ outer hall, a tall mulatto who carried hersel! with a stateliness she might have learned from her mistress. She, too, wore a black dress; but it was covered by an immense checked apron, and her mob cap fitted closely to her head. Without a word she drew a chair ‘to the deal table and signed to Pem broke to begin operations. For a long term of years she had washed the same china, glass and silver he now handled, not resigning the task until he, her son, was accounted worthy to perform it. There was no running water, hot or cold in the house or in the kitchen, none indeed upon the plantation except the springs CONTINUED ON PAGE 131 Y/ Mix 3 till t crea

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TES er, 1920 HOME JOURNAL EIGHTY YEARS OF REMINISCENCE. - (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 128) hich fed the brook at the foot of the hill id served the tenants of the quarters. A ep well, covered by a pent-house and lat- ced on three sides, stood in the back yard juidistant from the house and the kitchen. rom this every drop of water used for drink- g, bathing, laundry work and cooking had , be carried in pails or tubs. A EANWHILE grandma, key basket in \V hand, had repaired to the storeroom, hich, as I have said, opened out of the ning room. It was a one-storied wing rojecting from the back of the main build- and had been erected by the former pro- rietor of the homestead just before his mar- ige. Grandma told me once confidentially at she never entered it without a grateful collection of the loving thought for her ymfort of which it was the expression, and at’ she numbered it among her wedding fts. It was well lighted by a large window t the end and a skylight in the slanting roof. elow the shelves upon one side wall was a of deep drawers; upon the other side re barrels of sugar, flour, meal, with.boxes tea and huge cans of coffee. Grandma was joined here by “Mam” Peggy, the cook, who had a wooden tray ipon one arm, and another and a bigger tray upon her turbaned head. At her heels came Watt, so hung about with bas- kets, buckets, pails and cans as to be hardly recognizable until he set them down in a heap upon the floor and stood at attention, awaiting orders. Into these receptacles, one by one, were measured butter, sugar, mo- lasses and other materials needed for the meals of the day in ‘‘the house”’—as it was designated for convenience’ sake—and the kitchen. The larger tray was for Indian meal, the smaller for flour. When all these had been duly conveyed to the kitchen, the trio visited the smokehouse. rhis seemed to be preposterously large until one reflected upon the immense droves of swine slaughtered twice a year for the use of the plantation. Not one part of the carcass of the hog was wasted. The head—emptied of the brains, from which delicious entrées would be evolved; deprived of the tongue, vhich would be corned; and stripped of the ears, which would be made with the feet into souse—headcheese—became a “ jowl”’ and was first corned, then smoked, along ith the hams and shoulders and sides —mid- dlings. Strings of sausage hung from the rafters of the smokehouse. Portly hogs- heads were filled with what is now known all over the continent and even in transatlantic countries as “ Virginia bacon.’’ From these tores were extracted middlings and jowls for the quarters. As each was consigned to Watt, Grandma made an entry in the note- book that always accompanied the key- isket. Corn meal was sent to the cabins by he half barrel. Sugar, salt, and so on, were erved to the wives of field hands weekly, and n account kept of the same. tS key of the padlock securing the door of the ice house was also in the basket. \mong the blocks of ice covered with straw ere boxes with close tops containing what now known as “butcher’s meat.” For is, beef, mutton, veal and shote—young rk—each plantation was dependent upon own cattle yards. When cow, ox, sheep, ilf or half-grown pig was to be butchered, it as the pleasant custom of housemothers to ivide the choice cuts of fresh meat with eighbors. Unless the beef were to be corned t was impossible for one fami!y to consume t all. From the time that radeships dumped their cargo of « ‘ stolen \fricans upon these shores, wne { larity of the imported people has been accep! as a patent fact by those who shouid be quali- fied by experience to pronounce upon their characteristics. Grandma “set the case,’ \ndrew Jackson would have phrased it, so patly in a conversation with a fellow eeper that I quote her verbatim: “It is undoubtedly a racial trait. Much tudy of it has convinced me of this: Men ind women who could be trusted with untold rold and silver, with silks, satins and vel- vets, and dozens of other valuables, will steal food, no matter how well fed they have been and are. It is a fleshly appetite from which civilization and even Christianity have not purged them. If this be true—and I know that it is—we commit a sin by leaving temptation in the path of the poor creatures.”’ This hypothesis may account for what .a satirist calls “‘the turnkey system” of South. ern housewives. I remarked a while ago that slavery, as it existed in Virginia in ante-bellum days, was the very mildest form of that highly objec tionable “institution.” At Montrose it hon estly deserved the epithtt “patriarchal,” never bestowed upon it.by latter-day critics except in derision. Higher principles than policy-and worldly wisdom were the mainspring of the manage- ment of what the owners thereof never spoke or thought of as “negro slaves.’’ They were essentially an integral part of the Montrose family. The obligation to care for them physically, morally and religiously was bind- ing and could not be shirked. The white chil dren of the household received their school education under tutors and governesses When these had fulfilled their part of, the work, the graduates found delight in forming “‘classes”’ of their playmates and even of their nurses. It was an exception when a colored adult of either sex could not read, and not a few of them learned to write. Honesty, sobriety and truthfulness were in- culcated as chief virtues, while the influence of continual association with those who brought into daily practice the principles of Christian living was powerful. RANDMA’S Sunday-night Bible class, held in the loom room in the basement of the two-storied right wing of the dwelling, included both sexes from fourteen years old and upward. She never failed to be at her post, unless prevented by illness. When kept away by this, Cousin Mary, the eldest and most intellectual and most serious of the sisters, took her place. If there were guests, grandma excused herself for an hour, leav- ing them to be entertained by her son and daughters. Prayer meetings and Bible read- ings were held on week nights under Mammy’s superintendence. In these, “church mem- bers”’ who were “gifted in prayer or exhorta- tion” were encouraged to take part, and the Bible was the text book. An anecdote that had free course and was glorified in Presbyterian circles of that and other countries was of a colored visitor from Chesterfield County who found in the cabin of a crippled woman one Sunday afternoon Pembroke’s fourteen-year-old daughter read- ing the Bible to the invalid, three other women and two old men. The intruder sneered scornfully in de- manding: ‘‘What good does all these ‘ere Bible readin’s do you-all, I should like to know?” Whereupon the reader replied readily “*The Scriptures of the Old and the New lestament principally teach what man is to believe concerning God, and what duty God requires of man.’” She belonged to Cousin Mary’s catechism class. S I SAID a while ago, Pembroke was Mammy’s sonand only child. The tray eledsonof the house who brought fromabroad the escritoire already mentioned also brought with him, as his, body-servant, a young French peasant, Bernard by name. The fel low was bright, good looking, and in other respects so attractive that the father of the returned wanderer, and uncle of Josiah Sterling Smith, soon forgave his son for im- porting the Frenchman and enrolled the latter upon the domestic staff. He was disposed to regret the indulgence when, after a year’s residence in his new home, Bernard declared that he had fallen in love with Marietta, the mistress’ own and favorite maid. For a while master, mistress, latives and neighbors agreed that the mar- riage’ was illegal in a state that defined mis egenation as an offense against natural laws and a violation of decency. Finally, the ar- of his son, whose ideas upon such kument YUED ON PAGE 132 ‘Think of Wi | 1 charming six room Southern with Curtis Wood work ale type pecially for it “a WOODWORK “The Permanent Furniture for Your Home” mr —s rT ae stu... Ja Lie Erlion, C-816. 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You can have it, just as you can have china closets, mantels, sideboards, buf- fets, kitchen dressers, dining al coves, bedroom dressing tables and tray cases, stairs, doors, windows, and interior trim, built into your house asan integral part of the house itself, a part of the very structure. This Colonial signed to harmonize with all th a Co bookcas« 1S other Colonial woodwork 1n lonial type of house. Curtis Woodwork is designed by Trowbridge & Ackerman, archi tects, of New York, who designed and planned a large number of houses to be built with interior and exterior Curtis Woodwork. With one door anda pedesial base. ~ ©) build These houses range from three to eight rooms and are developed in four architectural expressions Colonial, English, Western, and Southern. Appropriate woodwork is designed for each type of house. 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EIGHTY YEARS OF REMINISCENCE (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 131) subjects had been broadened by foreign travel, joined to admiration of the lover’s constancy and honorable intentions, wrought upon the parents to consent to the match. The proprietor of Montrose did all that lay in the »ower of a Christian gentleman to make t’ natural union respectable, if not honoratie, to all parties concerned. Bernard and his comely dusky bride-elect were made man and wife in the sight of the church by a Presbyterian minister from the city. The two were married by the authority of heaven, if not of the Commonwealth of Virginia. The ceremony was solemnly per- formed in the Montrose drawing-room, and the young couple were installed in the white cottage with green blinds alluded to as ‘*Mammy’s house.” I have wished a hundred times that I could have learned more of the anomalous position the two must have held upon the plantation and among the “colored folks” of the surrounding region. No particulars of the two years of wedded life that followed the bridal have come down to us through the mists of intervening years. I had the story, so far as she was acquainted with it, from the one child born to the mismatched couple. She only knew that she was eleven months old when her father left Montrose upon pre- tense of visiting Richmond and was never seen in the county afterward. NVESTIGATIONS as to his motives, ac- tions and subsequent career were made more difficult by the death of his friend and patron, the traveled son aforesaid, which occurred soon after Bernard’s disappearance. Mammy let the story fall slowly into my eager ears on a never-to-be-forgotten rainy afternoon when I sat with her before a blaz- ing fire. Her voice was ever soft, and low, and was, I suspect, an inheritance from her mother, as her black eyes, glossy hair and graceful carriage were bequests from the French father. Mammy’s recollections of her mother were distinct and fond. She told me how, when Marietta lay dying, she confided the whole sad story to her only child. A year after the mother was laid to rest in the burying ground beyond the garden, her daughter was married to the Montrose head- man, a fine-looking mulatto. As if Fortune were not yet weary of per- secuting the orphaned daughter, her hus- band was killed by a falling tree in the forest where he was superintending the cut- ting of timber. Pembroke was two years old when his mother learned, incidentally and in a roundabout way, that her father had gone into business in Richmond shortly after leaving Montrose, had been fairly suc cessful, and at forty had married a girl o good family and fair social standing. “Not that this made me more illegitimat: than I already am,” the sad accents went on to say. ‘The marriage was all wrong ac cording to man’s laws, and a mistake upon the part of those who might have prevented it; but they acted for the best, and their kindness to my mother and to me always afterward makes it wrong for me to find fault with them or with the blessed woman who loved but one man in all her life.” AMMY told me at another time that once, before her marriage, she accom- panied her mistress to Richmond, where they spentaweek. While there shelearned that her father had been dead for ten years, and that his widow and two daughters were living on Church Hill. She managed to find her way to Mrs. Bernard’s house, to whom she made herself known. She was kindly received and the two had a long, confidential colloquy Toward the end of this the elder daughter entered and, on being introduced to the visitor, asked angrily what business she had there and would have ordered her out of the house had not the mother interfered. “Your father told me the whole story be- fore he died,” she said, “‘and took all the blame of the marriage upon himself. This is your half-sister and a good woman. She will always be welcome in my home.” After this, as long as she lived, she wrote to Mammy every Christmas and sent her a present of money. She was dead at the time Mammy told me her story, and the two daughters had married respectable citizens of Richmond. Mammy knew their names, and once in a while heard of—never from—them. “That was all right,” continued the nar- rator. “I could expect nothing else. Looking back, I can see that it was the Lord’s doings, no matter how marvelous it may be in our eyes. I can say, too, from my heart, that goodness and mercy have followed me all my days. I could not have a better home or kinder friends. My mistress is an angel of mercy, and her children take after her.” Grandma had once boasted playfully that she had a princess in her corps of servants. The grandfather of Marietta, Mammy’s mother, had been an African king who was taken captive in battle by the Dutch invad ers and shipped to America as a slave.

NOTE—The next installment of these “Reminiscences” will give recollections of the author’s girlhood during the Clay and Polk presidential campaign, with graphic pictures of old-time political ‘‘barbecues” which she attended, and entertaining songs and episodes of the period.

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1920 HOME JOURNAL HAT SHALL WE DO HALLOWEEN By Mae McGuire Telford T IS Halloween. A group of hilarious youngsters in costume, including two Charley Chaplins, a Topsy, a Ginger- bread Man and an Indian, noisily approach the front door of a large house, ring the bell, and when the owner herself comes to the door greet her in chorus with: Nuts! Nuts! Nuts! Nuts! We want nuts! We want nuts! The housewife, taking her cue, tries to guess the identity of her young guests. If he is successful, they must forgo the de- sired nuts; but if, on the other hand, she does not succeed in three trials, she must provide the triumphant youngsters with nuts aid in in advance for that very purpose. This Halloween game or custom of course has many variants; in place of nuts the youngsters may ask for apples or cookies or homemade candy. In any case there must be a tacit or expressed agreement between the youngsters and their elders in order that the former may have the fun of planning and making their costumes and the latter may have ready the necessary supplies. Half the fun is in planning and making up the costumes. Here the codperation of the parents is essential. The costumes must be inexpensive, not too elaborate, capable of vithstanding fairly rough treatment, appeal ng, and of a kind fairly to disguise the identity of the wearer. Charley Chaplin is one of the easiest: a small mustache, large shoes, a cane, ill-fitting clothes several sizes too large, and ability to walk and swing the cane like the original are the requirements. \nother easy costume, which has the virtue f concealing the wearer very effectively, the ghost. Many boys will preier to make Ip as cowboys or Indians Costumes That are Easy to Make i YLLOWING are descriptions of very ef fective costumes and make-ups which ire easily within the range of boys and girls rom ten on up: CHOCOLATE Boy. Use dark brown muslin cut after the fashion of the combination sleeping garment fastened in the back. Sew white frills along all the seams to represent icing. Make the headpiece two-faced and face the openings for the eyes and mouth with white; sew a white frill along the seam that joins the two faces. Topsy. Topsy’s costume contains a com- bination of yellow, green and red, with a touch of purple. She is sometimes short of tockings and wears one that is white and one that is red. She likes jewelry, and big ear- rings, bracelets and: finger rings always add to her appearance. She wears short pigtails, the more the better. These are made by dividing the hair into many parts, braiding each part, and then wrapping each braid with a small wire so it can be made to stand at any desired angle. Each pigtail should be tied with a white rag. The desired black on the face and hands consi f black grease paint rubbed over all tl xposed parts, while red paint is used for lips. or an honest- se straight- ‘ decorations egs, a loose which hangs 1a mask or : pigtail by unless it is ‘r the back A Chinese disguise, s for the CHINAMAN. The essenti: to-goodness Chinaman ar legged trousers with a few { around the lower part of shirt in Chinese colors the ta outside the trousers, a pigta make-up for the face. Mak braiding together long black : possible to get hair; fasten it of a little round hat or a skulk false face is the most effe though by the use of grease “three-cornered”’ eyebrows and the small curved lips the effect is more artistic. PIERROT. Pierrot is a comic character and the conspicuous costume, resembling some- what that of a clown, is very suitable for Halloween. Use white cloth cut very full. Gather the legs into a ruffle. Sew big black balls or pompons down the front, and if desired attach one to the point of the fool’s cap. Make the collar of black and stiffen it somewhat to make it stand out like a ruch- ing. Wear white stockings and black slippers with this costume, and use a mask of either black or white across the eyes. CLown. The make-up is somewhat more elaborate than for the characters described above, but by no means beyond the powers of a boy or girl of twelve or fourteen. The facial make-up is more difficult and more important than the costume. A bald wig is almost essential for a starter. The face and ears are then covered with a grease paint called ‘clown white”; this is worked into the fore- head and wig so that the edge of the latter cannot be distinguished. Bright red grease paint is then used to put in the distinctive facial markings according to the taste of the wearer. Usually heavy lines outline the edges of the eyelids; these lines are a little difficult, but may be put in by closing the eye and stretching the lid tight by pulling the outer corner away from the nose with the finger. The tip end of the nose is completely covered with paint and a red line drawn down the center of the upper lip. The eye- brows may be emphasized to any extent de sired and straight lines or dots placed on various parts of the face. Some clowns draw a heavy red line a half-inch wide around the a V or heart or crest Phe costume may be a replica or modification of Pierrot polka dots or strips of pasted on to suit the fancy of the wearer face in the shape of that worn by Large patches colored cloth may Tramp. Producing the tramp effe artistically is more difficult than might be imagined. So far as the costume is con cerned, old clothes that do not fit will serve. \ ragged wig is desirable but not essential, while a small derby hat, crushed or with holes in it, is good. The unshaven effect can be managed by means of crépe hair and a little spirit gum. Cut the crépe hair into very small pieces, put the spirit gum on the face at the place the beard is to show—making the outlines somewhat irregular—and then pat on as much of the clipped crépe hair as will stick; this gives the effect of a beard of several days’ growth. Ruffle the eyebrows by brushing them the wrong way. Put on the final touch by wrinkling the face as much as possible and darkening the creases with dark red or brown or black grease paint. With a suitable costume and a good facial make-up, a boy of fourteen can be made into a tramp that his closest friends will not recognize. CrEpeE-Parer Costumes. Crépe paper can be used as the basis for a large number of costumes, such as the rose, carrot, butterfly, Jack Frost, gypsies, colonial girl, patrioti characters and various animals or flowers. The crépe paper can be obtained gt slight expense in all colorsand can be used with any pattern made for cloth; special patterns for crépe-paper costumes can also be obtained, with full directions and with suggestions for color combinations. Crépe-paper costumes are invariably made over a foundation of cloth, the paper being sewed or pasted on as seems best. A muslin slip which fits the person and is buttoned at the back is usually most satisfactory; if the fastening at the back is ribbons there will be none of the trouble encountered with hooks and buttons that cannot be found in the crépe paper. Decorations for Parties M' IST of the costumes are suitable not only for youngsters who go from house to house in the early evening in quest of nuts and other eatables, but may also be worn by old or young at Halloween parties held in clubhouses, gymnasiums, church and other large buildings. For Halloween parties of any kind th decorations are important; the be met by the elaborate use of autum: lanterns : need may . corn stalks, pumpkin decorations S ‘ ] } lased at slig nakes, skeletons places, like gymnasiu houses, can literally be transformed into a miniature woods by the floor to a depth of six or eight inches with leaves hiding the walls with stalks of corn contain ing the ears and with branches from trees covered with colored leaves, and by stringing from wires overhead small branches with the leaves. Small colored lights interspersed in the leaves overhead produce a delightful woodsy effect. In a residence the decora tions must perforce be on a smaller scale, but the same general effect may be produced in the same way. Black cats, wriggly snakes in realistic colors, moving skeletons, skulls lighted on the inside by candles—all con tribute to the “spooky ” effect when skill fully used Crépe paper « enterpie: es for the dining-room table may even carry the Hal loween effect to the serving of refreshments. That everybody who attends a Halloween party shall be en masque goes almost with out saying. While the art of applying colors to the face to form subtle lines of light and shade or to disguise the features by bringing out this characteristic or lessening that is known and practiced by some, others prefer quicker and less troublesome methods of keeping their identity a secret. For these the knocked-out tooth, the missing eye and the putty nose offer the easiest way out. “ Knocking out”’ one or more teeth, as the process is technically known, is very easy indeed. Black court-plaster is cut to a size to cover the tooth to be removed, applied and the trick is done. The missing eye is more difficult, but more effective. First cut out a piece of court-plaster large enough to cover the bony socket. Fold the court-plaster and cut an oval-shaped hole in the center; this will CONTINUED ON PAGE 136 “It Clamps Everywhere” want PAT. U.SA,CANADA AND FOREIGN COUNTRIES Adjusts to any position N EWwonderful inven- tion, Adjusto-Lite, a lamp that you can attach anywhere —to bed, shav- ing mirror, table, desk or chair. Stands perfectly wherever an ordinary lamp is used. Throws the light exactly where you need it most. Prevents eye strain. Cuts lighting cost. Gripping clamp is felt- faced and cannot scratch. Compact. Durable. Solid brass. Guaranteed for five years — price $5.75. Ask for Adjusto-Lite at the store where 4 trade. If carry S. W. FARBER 14 51 So. Fifth St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 1] Lusually aon t Prices in U. 8. 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If you would have the utmost in artistic social stationery, be sure that your box bears the name White & Wyckoff, and the ‘‘Master Mark’”’ reproduced above. THE AUTOCRAT LINEN is A Wuire & Wycxorr WRriTING Paper WHITE & WYCKOFF MPG. CO., Holyoke, Mass. White & Wyckoff s Distinctive PORTA AZ Stationery (ACP AA eee arate area aaa at a Teri a4 DA Df + 7 li Vi aratari yy ‘att TOrMtRtarat Maratea erat ataiatarararararatare: yoo } j 2) \F lk | Fad | bed OR Orarararareraratarara: WOMEN IN THE PRESIDENTIAL CAMPAIGN (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 4) His remarks were received by his audi- ence in a surprised silence, which for a mo- ment no one broke. The director of the course lifted a cajoling voice. ‘‘Won’t some of you say something in answer to this gentleman?” she urged. "T’HERE was so much to say that for an- other brief interval no one knew quite where to begin. Then in the rear of the halla young colored woman languidly rose to her feet and put the potential eloquence of the entire assemblage into one terse sentence. “Tf dat young man ain’t willin’ to go out an’ clean up his own back yard,” she drawled, ‘“‘he ain’t got no right to complain *bout de flies.”’ It is probable that Mrs. Belmont will find this viewpoint general. I have said that at the time of writing this article the minds of women, like the minds of men, are somewhat confused by the unex- pected nominations made by the leaders of the two great parties, although both men are admittedly “safe.” This confusion soon lifted to a degree which enabled the women of the country to make certain clear-cut demands for proper representation in the party platforms and to obtain the most impor- tant of the concessions they sought. The Demo- cratic women, indeed, got practically all they asked for. And the Republican women, if they received less—which they may dis- pute—certainly secured much of what they wanted, although in a light-hearted moment a New York Republican newspaper summarized the party’s woman plank as follows: ‘‘ Now that the women have secured the vote in most states, we hereby declare them entitled to it in such states as they already have it.” As I have said, however, both parties pro- * fess to be with women in the most important task now before the latter, the securing of complete ratification of the Federal Suffrage Amendment. A brief comparison of the women’s place and planks in the two platforms may be of interest here: It would seem that the Democrats have been more hospitable. There were almost four hundred women at the Democratic Convention, this number including ninety- six delegates and two hundred and two alter- nates, as against twenty-six delegates and about a hundred and twenty-five alternates at the Republican Convention. The women were given a fifty-fifty representation on the Democratic Party’s executive committee (made up of seventeen men and seventeen women), whereas the Republican women in Chicago had towork hard forwhat was blithely referred to as adequate instead of equal repre- sentation. The Republicans increased their executive committee from ten to fifteen mem- bers, the additional five being women. In response to the demand of the Republican women, led by Mrs. Medill McCormick, of Chicago, the leaders also added to the com- mittee a woman vice chairman, Mrs. Harriet Taylor Upton, and a woman assistant secretary, Mrs. John G. South, of Kentucky. HE Democrats inserted into their plat- form, practically intact, the planks of the National League of Women Voters, as per- sonally presented by its chairman, Maud Wood Park: Child welfare, education, home and high prices, women in gainful occupa- tions, public health and morals and inde- pendent citizenship for married women. The Republican response to the same demands was not so satisfactory. Although five of the six planks submitted received some atten- tion, the Republicans omitted several of the important things the women asked for. Of the child-welfare program, they included only the prohibition of child labor, ignoring the request for an adequate appropriation for the Children’s Bureau and the protection of infant life through a Federal program for maternity and infancy, both measures of great importance to women. Neither did they indorse a Federal department of educa- tion, while the plank for a continuance of appropriations to carry on an active cam- paign for the prevention of social diseases and for education in sex hygiene was entirely passed over. Discovering that the women were deeply disappointed by this result of their efforts, one of the Republican leaders endeavored to comfort them: “Why,” he explained, “you women ought to remember that no com- mittee of men ever received so large a percentage of what they asked for, from any platform makers, as we have just given you.” The insertion of the married woman citi- zenship plank in both platforms gave special satisfaction to the new voters. This requires of foreign-born women the same citizenship tests as are required of foreign-born men, and assures to American-born women who marry foreigners but continue to live in the United States their full citizenship rights. The attitude of both parties toward the League of Nations vitally interests the women, who feel very strongly on this subject, so strongly indeed that only their votes can speak for them. The careful ignoring of the wet or dry issue by both parties amused the women the great majority of whom are dry and have every intention of remaining so, HAVE said nothing up till now about the women of the Socialist Party. They are, of course, an active and earnest band; but although many of them have the ability to attract unusual attention when they speak or write, their number is negligible as compared with the lists of enrolled women Repub- licans and Democrats and even with that of the In- dependents. They will labor for the interests of the working woman, which are mainly their interests, and they have put an able finger on certain factory laws that still need change or abol- ishing. Like their fellow women in other parties, they have not forgotten the famous outcry of the member of Congress who asked: ‘““What in the world has the United States Government got to do with women and children?” They are trying to show him, Also, like their fellow women, they are giving some thought to the fact that, ac- cording to a recent report of the Bureau of Standards, Congress has appropriated five arid a quarter billions of dollars to be used on war expenses, while for the needs of women and children one-two-hundredth part of the budget for 1920 is considered sufficient. For the Independents—those women who still stand aloof from all parties—there is this to be said: They are, of course, minimizing their usefulness by remaining outside of party lines; but at the same time they are lending great emphasis to the now generally acknowledged fact that women do not intend to be led by the nose. They have not organized, and that leads me to another point: To the oft-repeated criticism against the women in the older sufirage states, the new women voters of all parties have a prompt answer. Those women drifted or were easily led simply because they had not organized before they became voters. It would be ungracious to end this article without some tribute to those women who have led or are leading their less experienced sisters into the wide stretches that end in presidential campaigns. To me the first and greatest of these was Dr. Anna Howard Shaw. Doctor Shaw was spared to work throughout the final suffrage campaigns as well as in the first ones and she lived to see the present victory won. Shoulder to shoulder with her, of course, was Mrs. Carrie Chapman Catt; ana follow- ing these pioneers came the wonderful band of the younger women, developed by the needs of the last few years—such women as Mrs. Norman de R. Whitehouse, Mrs. Og- den Mills Reid, Mrs. Alice Duer Miller, Mrs. Frank Vanderlip (chairman of the League of Women Voters of New York), Mrs. F. Louis Slade, Mrs. Charles L. Tiffany, Mrs. Ray- mond Brown, «f New York; Mrs. Katherine Phillips Edsen, of California; Mrs. Gilford Dudley, of Tennessee; Mrs. John O. Miller, of Pennsylvania; Mrs. Andreas Ueland, of Minnesota; and others of equal ability. USAN B. ANTHONY on her deathbed fancied that she saw around her the famil- iar faces of her telpers in the long fight for woman suffrage. Hour after hour, as she lay dying, she called the roll of their names. Speaking to me of this the year before she herself died, Anra Howard Shaw added with sudden tears in her brilliant eyes: ‘‘When my time comes I shall see them too.” I like to think that in this first big presi- dential campaiga of the women Miss An- thony and Docto> Shaw are still watching their helpers, happy in their victories, toler- ant of their mis‘akes and with all the old- time, limitless pitience in waiting for what our impatient workers call results.

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Asean ee We print it here for youtotry. It’s | 1e Luscious Pie | ate - oe. oa ' ae tested by Miss Bradley, so it’s sure to Get California Sunkist Lemons "ind 1144 cups sugar , ; 1 ; , time pty be work. for every kind of home use—for pie, <a Peak oo You’ve never tasted anything sO lea, garnishing, salad dressings, me re pyres good. Prepare to make it often if lemonade, et cetera. They are juicy, s, the | cup boiling water you serve it once to men. tart and practically seedless. ive a easpoon butter og he es Te eee ee The surest way to men’s hearts is Learn how lemons serve to lighten Ts. \ ter, stirring constantly. Cook irticle nee aE Ge Ei, to make a pie like this at least once kitchen work also. Find out a// the 1 who rind and juice of one lemon. every week. Ways to use the lemon. enced ito a pie plate, or preferably a nd in it is perforated or made of wire co ied with flaky pastry which has with a teaspoonful of lemon ourse, cover pie with meringue and ollow- ghout baked until a golden brown. S CALIFORNIA | band in the Ke a meringue of three egg whites I ° t yy the resent ld one-half cup of powdered a Uniformly Good Lemons 1 a moderate oven until brown. to cool before serving.

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If you would have the utmost in artistic social stationery, be sure that your box bears the name White & Wyckoff, and the “‘Master Mark” reproduced above. THe Famous AUTOCRAT LINEN is A Wuitre & Wryckorr WriTING PAPER WHITE & WYCKOFF MFG. CO., Holyoke, Mass. White & Wyckoff s Distinctive Stationery Master Makers Cyd wt ky ki ky YY Yt br We (ararararavatar tat tarararat i) ietarata h AVR Rt AA AA AtArAt AIA AtAtRiAAtAtatatRrara arararatatata lon oS gum BALA BO AA AA Atararatatataratmy am: 7 ADA tl WOMEN IN THE PRESIDENTIAL CAMPAIGN (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 4) His remarks were received by his audi- ence in a surprised silence, which for a mo- ment no one broke. The director of the course lifted a cajoling voice. ‘‘Won’t some of you say something in answer to this gentleman?” she urged. “THERE was so much to say that for an- other brief interval no one knew quite where to begin. Then in the rear of the hall a young colored woman languidly rose to her feet and put the potential eloquence of the entire assemblage into one terse sentence. “Tf dat young man ain’t willin’ to go out an’ clean up his own back yard,’ she drawled, “‘he ain’t got no right to complain *bout de flies.”’ It is probable that Mrs. Belmont will find this viewpoint general. I have said that at the time of writing this article the minds of women, like the minds of men, are somewhat confused by the unex- pected nominations made by the leaders of the two great parties, although both men are admittedly ‘‘safe.” This confusion soon lifted to a degree which enabled the women of the country to make certain clear-cut demands for proper representation in the party platforms and to obtain the most impor- tant of the concessions they sought. The Demo- cratic women, indeed, got practically all they asked for. And the Republican women, if they received less—which they may dis- pute—certainly secured much of what they wanted, although in a light-hearted moment a New York Republican newspaper summarized the party’s woman plank as follows: “‘ Now that the women have secured the vote in most states, we hereby declare them entitled to it in such states as they already have it.” As I have said, however, both parties pro- * fess to be with women in the most important task now before the latter, the securing of complete ratification of the Federal Suffrage Amendment. A brief comparison of the women’s place and planks in the two platforms may be of interest here: It would seem that the Democrats have been more hospitable. There were almost four hundred women at the Democratic Convention, this number including ninety- six delegates and two hundred and two alter- nates, as against twenty-six delegates and about a hundred and twenty-five alternates at the Republican Convention. The women were given a fifty-fifty representation on the Democratic Party’s executive committee (made up of seventeen men and seventeen women), whereas the Republican women in Chicago had towork hard forwhat was blithely referred to as adequate instead of equal repre- sentation. The Republicans increased their executive committee from ten to fifteen mem- bers, the additional five being women. In response to the demand of the Republican women, led by Mrs. Medill McCormick, of Chicago, the leaders also added to the com- mittee a woman vice chairman, Mrs. Harriet Taylor Upton, and a woman assistant secretary, Mrs. John G. South, of Kentucky. HE Democrats inserted into their plat- form, practically intact, the planks of the National League of Women Voters, as per- sonally presented by its chairman, Maud Wood Park: Child welfare, education, home and high prices, women in gainful occupa- tions, public health and morals and inde- pendent citizenship for married women. The Republican response to the same demands was not so satisfactory. Although five of the six planks submitted received some atten- tion, the Republicans omitted several of the important things the women asked for. Of the child-welfare program, they included only the prohibition of child labor, ignoring the request for an adequate appropriation for the Children’s Bureau and the protection of infant life through a Federal program for maternity and infancy, both measures of great importance to women. Neither did they indorse a Federal department of educa- tion, while the plank for a continuance of appropriations to carry on an active cam- paign for the prevention of social diseases and for education in sex hygiene was entirely passed over. Discovering that the women were deeply disappointed by this result of their efforts, one of the Republican leaders endeavored to comfort them: “Why,” he explained, “you women ought to remember that no com- mittee of men ever received so large a percentage of what they asked for, fron any platform makers, as we have just given you.” The insertion of the married woman citi zenship plank in both platforms gave specia! satisfaction to the new voters. This requires of foreign-born women the same citizenship tests as are required of foreign-born men, and assures to American-born women who marry foreigners but continue to live in the United States their full citizenship rights. The attitude of both parties toward the Leagu: of Nations vitally interests the women, who feel very strongly on this subject, so strongly indeed that only their votes can speak fo: them. The careful ignoring of the wet or dry issue by both parties amused the women the great majority of whom are dry and have every intention of remaining so, HAVE said nothing up till now about th women of the Socialist Party. They are of course, an active and earnest band; but although many of them have the ability to attract unusual attention when they speak or write, their number is negligible as compared with the lists of enrolled women Repub- licans and Democrats and even with that of the In- dependents. They will labor for the interests of the working woman, which are mainly their interests, and they have put an able finger on certain factory laws that still need change or abol- ishing. Like their fellow women in other parties, they have not forgotten the famous outcry of the member of Congress who asked: ‘“*What in the world has the United States Government got to do with women and children?” They are trying to show him. Also, like their fellow women, they are giving some thought to the fact that, ac cording to a recent report of the Bureau of Standards, Congress has appropriated five and a quarter billions of dollars to be used on war expenses, while for the needs of women and children one-two-hundredth part of the budget for 1920 is considered sufficient. For the Independents—those women who still stand aloof from ail parties—there is this to be said: They are, of course, minimizing their usefulness by remaining outside of party lines; but at the same time they are lending great emphasis to the now generally acknowledged fact that women do not intend to be led by the nose. They have not organized, and that leads me to another point: To the oft-repeated criticism against the women in the older sufirage states, the new women voters of all parties have a prompt answer. Those women drifted or were easily led simply because they had not organized before they became voters. It would be ungracious to end this article without some tribute to those women who have led or are leading their less experienced sisters into the wide stretches that end in presidential campaigns. To me the first and greatest of these was Dr. Anna Howard Shaw Doctor Shaw was spared to work throughout the final suffrage campaigns as well as in the first ones and she lived to see the present victory won. Shoulder to shoulder with her, of course, was Mrs. Carrie Chapman Catt; and follow ing these pioneers came the wonderful band of the younger women, developed by the needs of the last few years—such women as Mrs. Norman de R. Whitehouse, Mrs. Og den Mills Reid, Mrs. Alice Duer Miller, Mrs. Frank Vanderlip (chairman of the League of Women Voters of New York), Mrs. F. Louis Slade, Mrs. Charles L. Tiffany, Mrs. Ray- mond Brown, «f New York; Mrs. Katherine Phillips Edsen, of California; Mrs. Gilford Dudley, of Tennessee; Mrs. John O. Miller, of Pennsylvania; Mrs. Andreas Ueland, of Minnesota; and others of equal ability. ae B. ANTHONY on her deathbed fancied thatshe sawaround her the famil- iar faces of her ielpers in the long fight for woman suffrage. Hour after hour, as she lay dying, she calle] the roll of their names. Speaking-to me of this the year before she herself died, Anra Howard Shaw added with sudden tears in her brilliant eyes: ‘When my time comes I shall see them too.” I like to think that in this first big presi- dential campaigi of the women Miss An- thony and Docto> Shaw are still watching their helpers, happy in their victories, toler- ant of their mis‘akes and with all the old- time, limitless pitience in waiting for what our impatient workers call results. 0 Oct Ihe

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\YOMAN’S MISHANDLING OF LABOR CONTINUED FROM PAGE 34 she stayed at the office after every- had gone home, rewriting letters and g over the fearful messes in her pot- But she had determination, and her oyer saw sterling quality in her, and the first year she rose rapidly. To-day raws a higher salary than he did himself at time, is the head of a considerable organization, and a stockholder and an in the corporation. were chaffing about marriage keeping. Being single, her views on ubjects are definite. She has solved ousekeeping problem, applying her ess ability to a suburban apartment, two servants look after her comfort I were married,” she said, ‘‘I’d con This is the work in which d my opportunity and field for expres My home would be managed by the housekeeper I could employ, because ld afford the best.” t r ver hildrer ’ ‘ ‘ ther ere childre he O and business. pos Dpose inage the! t like Che vould Na est nurse or governess I could hire, and ng the day would be left to live their lives, play their games, study their ons. I would be with them enough out- of business hours.” Perhaps the mother and home-maker may ile, suspecting lack of realization of the ne required for bearing children and the personal attention they demand, as well as e joys of their constant companionship. But that is not the point. This woman knows in two ways what money means. Her beginnings taught her the value of a dollar en income was limited, and her steadily ng capacity to earn money has taught her reative value. my home. Where Money Counts \ ANY of the difficulties in the servant 4 problem arise from women’s smallness 1oney matters. It crops up as parsimony ages, food, gifts, payment for extra ce. We all know the woman who hands discarded clothes and trinkets when sai eels that some special reward is justi and salves her conscience by saying laggie will like this old bonnet much r than money.” lousewives are small in money matters for comprehensibl reason. Ur the business oroughly , have S€ ldom ed money hemselves or learned to l it to get results, Their income uncertain, and cannot be <tra etiort, that of Men are usually ral, because they have learned that one ‘ cheapest things to be bought in this d with money is willing and the i will of those who make one comfortable ily and economize one’s time and energy. women quickly learn this too. Much of woman’s inhumanity to woman woman, is hixed, scanty and ased by € the LiKE ess woman. more service ness not only in narrow views of money yment for service, but unbusines nagement oft tamily money matter ire often paid irregu 1 se Sidiealll ertaint sh 4 hws pay day of th trial W () ints in Jamaica appreciated doubl es, but their regular Saturday pay day } more welcome It seems that the ige Jamaican household, with its over ndance of helpers indoors and out, runs uch a loose scheme that real money is tainable only at long intervals, by impor ity. Many servant problems here at ne are due to the same lack of business thods and consideration. When money matters are well ordered housewife has one advantage that busi- s men envy. This is the opportunity personal contact. Factories, shops and ces have a way of growing beyond even tact. Department after department is ed and work forces increased, until even ordinates cannot maintain touch with much less the executive himself e element of the machine creeps in. Only groups supervised by foremen can con be maintained, and lack of human erstanding in foremen is one of the chief culties in modern organizations. Count ways have been tried to infuse great inizations with the kindliness and sheer of people which most great executives and for maintaining channels from humblest worker to himself. But most of them are substitutes and k imperfectly. rkers, Sess A Character Study \ { JOMAN as an employer makes a fine character study. If she complains of ants, a little quiet observation and the tting of things together often show rea- 1s with startling clearness. Nagging about tails, suspicion of people, meanness of iracter generally, are often so plain in her ilings with equals that one can imagine r dealings with subordinates. And the man who cannot understand difficulties

with servants because her own have been with her for years, is pretty certain to reveal tolerance and a liking for people as human beings. The fear of “coddling” servants dominates many housewives. Money comforts, rec- reation, appreciation frankly expressed these are supposed to “‘spoil” them in some mysterious way. In a roving life, where per- sonal comfort and efficiency depend upon a succession of strange servants, the writer has often been lectured roufadly on the score of liberality in tips and wages, and assured that these “‘spoil” servants for others, if not himself. But thus far he has never known money to spoil anybody; on the contrary, it has a magic effect in making people anxious to serve. Kindliness is Part Payment TT HIS same fear of coddling came up in in- dustry long ago, and has been pretty well discounted by practical experience Money and kindliness are about the only mediums of payment for service. In the business vorld it has been learned that these medi- ums are effective, that they are seldom mis- understood as ‘‘easiness” on the part of the employer and that workers themselves resent coddling. Many industrial innovations of the kind dubbed “ welfare”’ have been met with suspicion and resentment until experi- ence demonstrated that they were new methods for increasing value delivered to the employer and for the latter to return value in kind. With money and human relations on a decent basis, the next factor in the servant problem is that of the home as an industrial plant. Machinery, power, speed, scientific supervision, the saving of muscle and time, the elimination of drudgery and discomfort, the shortening of tasks—these are evident everywhere in the industrial world. The home suffers by comparison. Machinery has been devised for household processes and power applied to them in many directions. Every home operation from the cooking of food to the washing of dishes can be put upon a labor-saving basis. But the average partly because of its smallness as a unit and partly through women’s lack of familiarity with mechanism. Woman does not want man prying into household processes. Yet here in which man can not only seems to be a field be of genuine use, but is perhaps responsible home has lagged behind, for certain household shortcomings. A recent investigation of American farm homes showed that women work an average of twelve hours a day, performing by sheer such tasks as cooking, cleaning, churning, pumping and carrying water, washing, ironing, looking after lamps and the muscle like. Out in the barn man had installed labor-saving devices to lighten his own work—feed and litter carriers, concrete floors washable with a hose, automat drinking fountains for the cows, automati milking rY achines. But the larmi! PLM still no ackKs TunniIng water t-wale

Advantages in City Homes ITY homes reach a higher average in this respect, largely because they have water, gas and electricity. With the innumerable devices now available for electricity, rooms can be swept, dishes washed, clothes laun- dered and ironed, and cooking lightened. Measured against servants’ wages or the housewife’s time, such mechanisms yield the cheapest service in dollars and cents. If man cannot show direct personal ad- vantages to Katie, the cook, in mechanical housekeeping, then he should be “‘shushed”’ out of the kitchen. But he is successful with Bertha at the factory, and probably Katie can be taught and won on the same which is simply quicker, easier production, with more time to herself. In some of our cities there is rapidly grow ing up a scheme of hourly service, rendered by women who go from home to home, doing so many hours of cleaning, cooking and the like on certain days each week for a group of families. Their workday averages six to eight hours of concentrated effort at double the wage paid ordinary servants by the week. But they give more than double service in apartment households where tasks have been concentrated, and they are as independent as factory workers after the day is done. Investigation of the home as a plant often the common handicap of top heaviness. The comfortable American home a generation ago was a place to live. An ample detached residence, with many large rooms and its own grounds, it was big, yet had a certain simplicity in its routine and was run with a moderate staff. Truly big in every way, it was still the background of genuine family life. basis, discloses CONTINUED ON PAGE 142

“Please Taste Them” Van Camp’s— The New-Way Baked Beans Our Domestic Science experts delight in Van Camp’s Pork and Beans. And to millions of homes they send out this urge to try them For decades we, like others, baked beans in old ways. Then | e . : . ‘ ‘ acs we brought here famous chefs. Then college-trained scientifi cooks. worked for years to perfect And they Then women schooled in modern culinary arts. this famous dish.

Then we built this kitchen—the finest in the world—at a cost of $1,700,000. And‘here, with every facility, they produce thes« new-style beans. The modern way Che be e selected by I rl boiling wv I tree \ | wert Phe baked in sealed cor all o no flavor can escape The ir iked with a matchless sauce every atom shares the tang and zest. Ask the men The result is beans whole and F : : ; mellow, flavorv, zestful, easy to ne Vv al amp Ss. . Men enjoy Van Cam] dieest. 1¢ thas becesht te meilfions restaurants serve them now, just to please the men. Watch the man when ception of baked bear you serve Van Camp's Mark how ‘ pare it, for your own sake, well he likes them. with the beans you know. Pork and Beans Three sizes, to serve 3,5 or 1 ‘AN CAMP's Baked With the Van Camp Sauce—Also Without It Other Van Camp Products Include Evaporated Milk Chili Con Carne Prepared in the Van Camp Kitchens at Indianapolis Spaghetti Peanut Butter Soups . J Catsup Chili Sauce, etc

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WOMAN'S MISHANDLING OF LABOR (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 141) Too much plant for the output is a char- acteristic of many American homes and an unfailing cause of servant problems. A Corn Belt boy left the farm thirty years ago, worked his way through an Eastern college, and by his ability and insight made a fortune during our first corporation period. He bought an old residence on Long Island Sound, and began remodeling, building additions, extending the grounds. Every Friday afternoon he brought a large party of guests from the city, so many that still further additions were made to buildings. His wife was a Corn Belt girl, and like him- self had grown up in a simple farmhouse. Now she found herself operating a hotel for his guests, with a large staff of servants to keep and manage and ceaseless building activities as well. For several years matters went on thus. Then the wife died, absolutely a victim of her transmogrified household. There was a sequel. Within two years he married again, this time an energetic, level- headed business girl, twenty years younger than himself. She spent just one month in his private hotel, entertained three week- end parties, and struck for a compact city apartment. Her nickname for his preten- tious “villa” was a clever pun; she called it “ wife-killer.” When radicalism and unrest appeared in the industrial world after the armistice, a conference of employers, economists and engineers was held to find out what was fundamentally wrong and to set matters right, if possible. Professor Irving Fisher, of Yale University, reduced the problem to seven basic instincts of humanity, which can be guided, but not suppressed. These instincts furnish a measure for labor in the home ,; well as in the industrial world. 1. The instinct of self-preservation. 1] demands not only living wages, but heal: working conditions and the lightening j drudgery wherever possible. 2. The instinct of workmanship. Pri |e and joy in individual creation, oe» Te ul expression through one’s work; good wo must have scope and be rewarded by prai-c and recognition. 3. The instinct of self-respect. This is couraged by treating people as individua giving them credit in advance for skill a trustworthiness, and, in the home, abolish the false notions of social caste that are s| prevalent in domestic service. 4. The instinct of loyalty. This is based justice, mutual consideration, respect other people’s rights and wishes, putti extra effort on a volunteer basis, and putti oneself in another’s place generally. 5. The instinct of play. All work and play makes Katig a dull girl—and proba a Bolshevik. 6. The instinct of love. In industry it now recognized that the worker reflects hi; family life in his output. Domestic service is undertaken by so many women working to keep a home or family together that this in- stinct must be considered. 7. The instinct of worship. This finds an outlet, not merely in opportunities for church-going, but in idealism, humanity and the spirit of service. Every man and woman has something in the way of religion, though it be vaguely formulated, and this, given an opportunity, will be reflected in his or her daily work. 7; & Ws _

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TEAS YOU WILL LIKE TO GIVE (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 38)

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the table may be placed four or more silver china dishes containing small cakes and sandwiches, while two layer cakes, already cut, fill up the remaining space. If the table is particularly large, a bowl of flowers may be placed at the side, and the extra plates, cups and forks can surround the trays upon which the tea and chocolate stand; but otherwise they can be kept on the underneath shelves of the sideboard or on a side table. The buffet has upon it the tray of glasses containing sherbet or ice cream, bottles of blackberry sirup, raspberry vinegar or sim- ilar “essence,” together with glasses and a tall pitcher of water. Here, too, is the fruit punch, which may be served from a bowl into claret glasses, or from a pitcher. If you wish to have a chicken salad, it is also to be served from the side table upon separate plates; to accompany it make the very thin- nest sliced bread-and-butter sandwiches. The old method of buttering one slice of white and one slice of brown bread up to eight rounds, stacking them alternately and then cutting in thin strips presents a decora- tive effect that is all out of proportion with the simplicity of the expedient. Two friends are usually invited to pour tea and chocolate, sitting at each end of the large table. The maids remain within the dining room, passing trays containing cups of tea and chocolate and plates of cakes and sandwiches. They inquire of the guests whether they wish salad and an ice, and bring it to them on request; but you will find that only a few of the people take more than the cup that cheers, with some sand- wiches and cake. No formal entertainment is a success un- less the maids are immaculate in appearance and know what is expected of them. A charming and correct costume may be of alpaca or poplin in purple, brown, gray or blue, made in the simplest style, with the sheerest aprons, caps, collars and cuffs fash- ioned of net or organdie, lace edged or hem- stitched. Any pretty model for the aprons, collars and cuffs will be suitable, as their smartness depends on their sheerness over the color of the dress; but for the cap I should have a double ruffle, edged to accord An Invitation for an Informal Party, to an Out-of-Town Guest other day a lovel)s mauve ma terial, the colar and apron being of sh point d’esprit; the collar was really a fi of the thin white stuff, crossed over bosom to meet the belt of the apron, t! making a pretty and complete costume; | cap was fastened on by a bit of violet vel\ which brought out the color of the dress Iced tea and iced coffee make a welco: variety when the weather permits of out door serving. In passing, let me suggest t! your iced tea be flavored with oranges a lemons in equal quantities, as this gives 4 subtle and delicious flavor. Autumn fru too, are an addition. You will like sweet ing your thick cream to taste, adding t fruit and packing it in ice for an hour; renders it of the consistency of a soft mous and it may be served in quaint little Jap nese bowls, which lend a festive note in ke: ing with the garden. Frosted chocolate also delicious, served in tall glasses. Ma your own chocolate sirup—any cookbo contains the recipe—and mix in the prop: tion of three or four tablespoonfuls of sin to one large glass of milk and about thr heaping tablespoonfuls of vanilla ice creat beat together with a mixer and serve in ta glasses with a spoonful of whipped cream « the top. While I am talking of ways of maki’ things, I cannot resist adding my own pa ticular recipe for Sally Lunn, which I broug! with me from my old home in the South: Cream together three tablespoonfuls « sugar and three of butter; add three we! beaten eggs, one pint of milk, one-half yea cake dissolved in three tablespoonfuls tepid water, one quart of flour and-one te spoonful of salt; beat long and hard, an stand away to rise overnight; bake the ne» day in an old-fashioned Turk’s head. Entertaining is an art which can be pe! fectly acquired only by those who really lov the presence of friends in their homes, an the cordiality and sincerity of a hoste- does much to make or mar the gathering There is no need to entertain one’s guests for the day of stiff, tiresome teas is ove! The modern affair only needs a carefully a! ranged background to permit the most crit ical guest to enter, enjoy, exit and envy.

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Shorter Hours—More Play A Biscuitry Pledge to Women By AGNES CARROLL HAYWARD \ man may work from sun to sun But a woman's OUSEKEEPING is what you H make it; you master it or it mas- ters you. The woman who makes the most of life, who puts family and friends ahead of menial tasks, is the woman who takes advantage of the many housekeeping helps now available. Electric appliances have done much to lighten daily tasks and will do more. In many departments of the household modern methods are turning work hours into play hours. Yet baking—the greatest bugbear of all—still haunts the woman who has not utilized biscuitry to the utmost. Here’s a whole family of National Bis- cuit Company helpers, the most loyal in the world, whose solemn pledge to the woman who adopts them is ‘Shorter Hours and More Play’’. And this very slogan contains the remedy for most of the unhappy homes of today! Where biscuitry is allowed to serve there is never an emergency. Hospi- tality is the heart of such a home. Guests are always welcome, and the good man o’ the house feels he can introduce an eleventh hour guest without notice and without embarrassing the larder. Even the junior members of the fam- ily can plan all sorts of informal good times without troubling the other mem- bers of the household. Formal affairs are always faultlessly served by all members of the biscuitry family, crisp and clean from their In-er- seal Trade Mark packages. But perhaps the chief convenience is in their ever readiness to serve any part of any meal at a moment’s notice. Uneeda Biscuit, of course, for rarebit parties, but if you don’t want to go to the trouble of a rarebit, here’s something just as good—in less than half the time: On each Uneeda Biscuit place a thin slice of American Cheese, a bit smaller than the biscuit. Sprinkle with paprika and place in hot oven until cheese is melted, or under gas broiler or electric grill, if you prefer. They’re the best things ever with coffee. Saltines may be treated the same way and are delicious with salad, but you don’t even have to go to that much work unless you want something hot, because one of the most accomplished members of this family—Cheese Wafers —serves the salad course just as grace- fully as after-dinner coffee. Then, as a complete surprise, watch the impression that is made when these same Cheese Wafers serve a cream soup! For a really dainty sandwich try Cheese Wafers spread with minced chicken and mayonnaise. They are in- describably good. Or, serve Cheese Wafers instead of cheese with pies and tarts when you want something new and delicious. Speaking of tarts—do you know Uneeda Biscuit make the best tarts you ever tasted? Beat the whites of eggs to a very stiff froth, adding a level table- spoonful of sugar for each egg white. Drop a spoonful of jelly, preserve or lemon pie filling on each Uneeda Biscuit, cover with white of egg and put in me- dium hot oven until lightly browned. Serve immediately. Half a preserved apricot carefully drained will make an unusually good filling, and fresh strawberries or other small fruits are beyond compare. Just imagine tarts “‘made while you wait’’! And imagine crust that is al- ways light and flaky. Then go on and figure the saving in time and trouble, to say nothing of the joy of the family over this new dessert. Then, there’s the most fascinating des- sert that nearly every one of the biscuitry work is never done!” family can make, Try this when you want something really extra. Dip marshmallows in a little cream, place on top of vanilla or chocolate wafers and put in hot oven or under gas broiler until marshmallows are toasted a light brown. Serve immediately. Can’t you just taste Zu Zu Ginger Snaps this way? To say nothing of Social Tea Biscuit, Tokens, Five O’Clock Tea Biscuit, Co- coanut Dainties and many, many others! The next time you serve tea, don’t spend hours worrying about the menu and more hours preparing for it. An as- sortment of marshmallow dainties may be made in less than ten minutes and will solve the refreshment problem to every- one’s entire satisfaction. Shortcake, too, that temperamental dessert so seldom as light-hearted as it should be, no longer demands an hour’s time to make and bake. Lorna Doone Biscuit, plus a little fruit and a little cream, turn the trick in five minutes—ten if you wish to heat the Biscuit before putting them together with the fruit. Did you ever try mixing fruits for your shortcakes? A little chopped pineapple will give bananas a new meaning, and will help out almost any canned fruit. Then there’s a prune shortcake that’s really very worth while. Remove the pits from stewed prunes, cut in small pieces and add a little lemon juice or pineapple juice. Use with Lorna Doone Biscuit and whipped cream—and be sure you have enough for a second helping. A few dried apricots cooked with the prunes make another good shortcake combination—always with Lorna Doone Biscuit, of course, for the best results. Then there is the rest of the biscuitry family that every one knows—and whose uses are without number. Nabisco, Ramona, Anola, Lotus are the most satisfying servers for the most formal occasions. Ice creams, ices and bever- ages are incomplete without them, and the simplest meal becomes a festive affair because of their presence. Fig Newtons need no introduction or endorsement as quite the most delight- ful cake-and-fruit dessert obtainable, but for a new way of serving cut in thin strips with a sharp knife, pile strips log-cabin style and fill center with whipped cream. Top with a cherry or bit of currant jelly. But life isn’t all desserts—just or other- wise—so there are members of the bis- cuitry family to wish you a cheery good morning at the breakfast table. For a hot-weather breakfast there couldn’t be anything better than fruit with Uneeda Biscuit, Oysterettes, Graham or Oatmeal Crackers and a bowl of half-and-half. Or, if you like a hot breakfast, try Zwie- back with hot milk or a hot cream sauce. It’s delicious as French Toast, too, when dipped in egg and milk and fried. Serve with maple syrup or marmalade. There are so many other talented mem- bers of this great family that you won’t have time to tire of any one of them— as if you could! With their help you may have a different dessert every day of the year, a sandwich for any occasion, the entire ‘“‘makings”’ for a picnic, tea, or after-theatre supper. And all without one bit of baking! On your next trip to the grocery adopt every member of the biscuitry family in sight. Install them in a convenient home on your pantry shelf—always with- in reach of even the smallest member or the family—and give them full sway. Never be without them and you’ll never be without help of the most satisfying kind. Housekeeping will cease to be dis- couraging. Hours will be saved. And the whole family will reflect your cheer- ier attitude toward life. NATIONAL BISCUIT COMPANY

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be ‘ at il- ga ie ae’ Sse 7 SSSSTIO I —T = —————— ._, Y————~ ., Ort tober, 1920 rT H HOME JOURNAL “THEY LANDED HERE FIRST!” SAYS PROVINCETOWN [In spite of its glorious mission the May- ver was ill-fated, a veritable death-ship. the voyage over, a sailor had died “of rreevous disease’ and “‘in a desperate nner.” Within sight of America, there d “William Butten, a youth, servant to nuell Fuller, when they drew near ye ist.” John Howland was swept overboard nid-Atlantic, but caught a rope and held ‘though sundrie fadomes under water,” | was saved. And when the Mayflower to Plymouth, most of the crew and engers fell ill, many of the crew died ard the ship and over half the Pilgrims | ashore. Flashing Bits of Romance OT only toe the Pilgrims, however, is | Provincetown entitled to erect tablets. vid and little known to outsiders, there innumerable flashing bits of romance ich the town cherishes. Notable wrecks e crashed up among the “dangerous ulds’’ which Bradford feared, and notable e been the deeds of heroism when Prov- etown went to the rescue. One of the earliest wrecks was that of the Sparrowhawk, which went ashore in a gale off Orleans. Aboard the Sparrowhawk, an incredibly tiny vessel, only a quarter the size of the tiny Mayflower, were some good folk hound for the English colonies in Virginia. This company made its way to Plymouth, and provided that lonesome colony with visitors for a winter. Most remark- (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 13) the entire roll call—accordingly went ashore. None of the native boys were present; the girls archly admitted that the Provincetown lads were jealous and had the sulks. The hostess of the evening, when the party got well under way, remembered that her father had some exceptional private stock, this being in the good old days. The private stock was brought forth. It was very exceptional indeed. And when the officers returned to their small boat at dawn, they steered a de- cidedly zigzag course. Befuddled, but happy, they were rowed to their ship. As they laboriously clambered aboard they took a reassuring look at the little fishing craft. The look proved far from reassuring. Ropes had been reeved, sails had been hoisted, craft and fish and cannily “sulky” lads of Provincetown had gone. Patriotism did not end in Provincetown with the War of 1812. From the fishing community three hundred and fifty men went into the army and navy during the Civil War, and of these all but one were volunteers. From a population of four thousand three hundred and seventy, Prov- incetown sent three hundred and five men to the World War, and exceeded her quota for every Liberty Loan. The women, moreover, did their share as eagerly and effectively as did those girls of 1812. Such organizations as the Red Cross and War Camp Community Service gave them opportunity for practical patriotism; and Community Service, the peacetime On the sixteenth of December the May- flower itself arrived. It is to be noted that Bradford says not a word in his history about landing on Plymouth Rock, nor does he mention the other hotly contested tradi- tion—that Mary Chilton was first to step on it. But, on behalf of Plymouth, it is to be remembered that neither does Bradford mention so important a fact as the drowning at Provincetown of his own wife. The Story of the Plymouth Landing HE story of the landing at Plymouth Rock seems to have originated with Dea con Faunce, who was born some twenty-five years after the landing and was well on toward his hundredth birthday before he made the rock version public. This account of the Mayflower’s arrival had been told him, he said, by his parents; and while there is no proof of its accuracy, there is certainly no proof of its inaccuracy. It may well be that the shallop ran alongside the only bowl- der in sight so that the women might not wet their feet when they stepped ashore. Unless there were a heavy sea, this could easily be done. It may well be, also, that Mary Chil- ton stepped out first of all the women; such was the tradition among her own descend- ants, and no one can disprove it now. But rock or no rock, Mary Chilton first or last, one thing is incontrovertible: The Pil- grims landed at Plymouth, gave the place its name, and on this snow-drifted hillside, with the illimitable Atlantic in front, with the Indian-filled forest round able ofall, the Sparrowhawk, buried in the washing sands, was uncov- ered by another gale two hundred ind thirty-nine years later, and the backbone, rudder and ribs of that \stounding ship are now in a room of the Plymouth Museum. On these shoals there also went ishore during the Revolution “the Somerset, British man-of-war,” that frigate whose spars loomed lack against the moon “like prison ars’? when Paul Revere looked ross Charlestown bay on the ght of his ride to Concord. The eople of Provincetown had no love for the British commander of the Somerset, who had been se- erely vigilant in preventing them from selling their fish to rebels. But when the frigate lay helpless in hattering sead the men of Prov- incetown risked their lives to save he commander and his crew. And ifterward marched them, prison- ers, to Boston. The Husband Speaks BY STRICKLAND GILLILAN about, they planted the first white colony in New England. Here they built the first white man’s dwelling, the first row of log cabins bordering the first road- way, still called Leyden Street, HINK of me, love, as he who aye is right; I'll know the opposite, with all my might; But nearer always right I'd surely be Were I convinced you fully trusted me. Think of me, dear, as one who cannot fail, As one whose strength and wisdom must prevail; Though all my human weaknesses I know, Much farther, plus your confidence, I’d go. Believe in me! Your loving faith I need To help me win for you your glorious meed; I know my faults; your faith cannot deceive ; But trust me, sweet—I need that you believe! as they directed. Here they built their fort. Here,on the great hill, they buried their dead and planted corn above the graves so that the Indians would not realize how many of the band had died. Living memories haunt the hilly town. Many a Brewster and Tilley and Bradford is still to be found, lineal descendants of the first voyagers, dwelling quietly in the places their ancestors wrested from the wilderness. Many an old house stands as a venerable landmark on some dreamy street or tree-lined country road. Some of them have walls that echoed the voice of Elizabeth Howland, and of Hallo- well. Some of them are built with The wreck of the Somerset had a strange and almost unbelievable career. Three times it has been uncovered by the wash of furious storms. The last time was about fifty years ago, when half the town took sections of the timber as sou- enirs, and can show you to-day a length f the polished planking inlaid in parlor loors. A fourth time the sand closed above these Revolutionary bones, and now the each grass grows over them and their grave lost—till some time another tempest lays em bare again. Sea things must always be of vital interest )a town whose very foundation is sea-sand, hose very coastline is rent asunder or its ntury-old gaps sealed by winter storms Che War of 1812, especially on its seaward ide, interested Provincetown so deeply as ilmost to be its ruin. The “Sulky” Lads of Provincetown FISHING town always, its men did their bit by running the blockade and vetting fish into the Atlantic ports. As it was the Somerset’s duty during the Revolu- tion, so another British ship had the habit of sliding into the harbor at inopportune mo- ments and interrupting this patriotic prac- tice. Some of the Provincetown men were in the American Navy with John Paul Jones, ind their fellow-townsmen had thus added incentive for evading the watchful enemy and setting food to points where it was needed. One fatal day when the men had returned with an enormous catch, had salted it down ind were on the eve of starting for New York, in slipped the British vessel and took ommand of the situation. The fishing ship was forced to haul down sail, unreeve ropes ind send her tackle into storage ashore. Days passed while disconsolately the little raft, stripped and helpless, rode the waves inder the eye of her captor. Meanwhile, the sritish officers began to have a grievance. The girls of Provincetown, noted for the ipple-pink of their cheeks, declined to take iny notice of the dashing man-o’-war’s- men. The officers were not accustomed to eing snubbed by pretty girls, and they had grown a very big grievance indeed when one evening they were gratified at receiving an invitation to a party. All the officers who could get away— which, as they contrived it, included nearly outgrowth of the wartime organization, has taken an important part in planning the Provincetown share of the tercentenary. The head of Community Service in Province- town was the official through whom the town’s board of selectmen made the original arrangements with the American Mayflower Council which launched the tercentenary plans at the tip of Cape Cod. Sulgrave In- stitution, the American Defense Society, the Society of Colonial Dames—half a hundred organizations are codperating with the state and Federal governments and with inter national committees in England and Holland to honor the Pilgrim whose Compact was of such significance to the world On November eleventh (old style), 1620, the Compact was signed. On November eleventh, two hundred and _ ninety-eight years later, the armistice of the World War for democracy was signed. So the war and the peace and those democratic institutions which the Pilgrims founded and the Allies preserved are knit together not only in Provincetown but in a natiun-wide move- ment. The movement is sponsored by the organizations interested in that Pilgrim ideal of government; and the goal of the move- ment is good citizenship. So They Sailed From Provincetown y ANY of those original citizens, the Pil- grims, argued for a permanent settle- ment in Provincetown. You will never be able to make a Provincetown native understand why such an argument did not prevail. But it did not; and the shallop proceeded to Plymouth, more or less by accident, too, for the pilot lost his bearings and the small boat ran into the lee of Clark’s Island at the harbor mouth to escape being “cast away.” There came a miserable night of snow and rain—‘‘very dark”; but the next morning brought “‘a faire sunshining day,”’ and every New Englander knows how like to paradise is a sunshiny day at Plymouth. “On Mon- day they sounded ye harbour” and “‘ marched into ye land, and found diverse cornfields, and little running brooks, a place [as they supposed] fitt for situation; at least it was ye best they could find, and ye season, and their present necessitie, made them glad to accept of it.” timbers that were growing oaks when that wild storm of August, 1635, lashed their branches into a terrifying roar and blew down so “many hundred thousands’”’ of trees that the forests bore the scar for a hundred years. With this ancient background still a part of the present, Plymouth will observe its own tercentenary. A meeting in the Town Hall next December, to mark the Landing at Plymouth, a remarkable pageant in the sum- mer of 1921, written and produced by Prof. George Pierce Baker, of Harvard, and the expenditure of the Congressional appropria- tion on permanent memorials, which are to include the restoration of Plymouth Rock to its old spot by the waterside—these are high lights in the celebration. Glory Enough for Both Towns J. Movies ob Memorial Hall is one per- manent phase of the commemoration. It will perhaps house the precious souvenirs now in Pilgrim Hall, the swords of Miles Stand- ish, the slipper of Susanna White, the cradle of Peregrine, the sampler of Lora Standish. Theirs was the high quest, the physical and spiritual adventure. “A great design, subject to many and unconceivable perills,”’ so Bradford termed it before they sailed from Holland; ‘‘as, beside the casualties of ye seas. the length of ye voyage—famine and nakedness, and ye wants, in a manner, of all things, continuall danger of ye sal- vage people—not being contente only to kill. . . . but delight to tormente men in ye most bloodie maner that may be with cruelties horrible to be related.”’ So clearly did these dauntless men and women foresee their hardships. And thus dauntlessly spoke to the question: “ .... all great and honourable actions are accom- panied with great difficulties, and must be both enterprised and overcome with answer able courages. Sundrie of ye things feared might never befale; others. . . . might in a great measure be prevented, and all of them, through ye help of God, by for- titude and patience, might either be borne or overcome.” Such was the calm heroism of those amaz- ing folk who landed at Provincetown, settled at Plymouth, and by this delightful vacilla- tion made possible an unending rivalry and a double tercentenary. Jb fhoxs Ce — Low-Cost Dishes for High-Cost Days \ HEN a ten-thousand-dollar-a- year chef is paid to create pop- ever cream puffs from left-over 1 muffins, unbaked custards with left-over cocoa, or luncheon appe- tizers from unused slices of tomato, why shouldn’t we home-makers be proud instead of apologetic at our j own home talents in this direction? There is nothing that the chef uses more | than Knox Sparkling Gelatine. It will be just as helpful to you in making left-overs, canned foods, fruits and juices into ten- thousand-dollar chef creations. It will transform half-a-can of tomatoes or other vegetables into a delicious salad, use up j unattractive bits of fruit in a colorful | dessert , or stretch cold meat from a roast into twice the number of portions it might ordinarily serve. Here are a few ‘‘low-cost-dishes”’ which you will find helpful in solving your home food problems in these high-cost days: ~ LEFT-OVER MEAT LOAF DE LUXE Take two cups of any left-over stock, bouil- lon or diluted gravy, bring to boiling point, add one envelope Knox Sparkling Gelatine softened in one-half cup cold water. When mixture begins to stiffen, add two cups of any cold chopped meat at hand—veal, ham, beef or chicken, which has been salted to taste. Also mold in a little red or green pepper, celery, onion if desired, or parsley. Turn into a square mold, first dipped in cold water and chill Remove from mold to platter for serving, or cut in slices. JELLIED VEGETABLES LUXURO Soak one envelope Knox Sparkling Gela- tine in one-half cup cold water ten min utes. Add one-half cup mild vinegar, two cups boiling water, one-half cup sugar and one teaspoonful salt. Strain, and when mix- ture begins to thicken, add any left-over vegetables on hand, such as string beans, | peas, beets, chopped cabbage, a few stalks | of celery, a little cucumber or pepper { Turn into mold, first dipped in cold water } and chill. May be served with or without mayonnaise and lettuce. UNBAKED CUSTARD Soak one-half envelope of Knox Sparkling Gelatine in one-fourth cup cold water ten } minutes. Make a custard of two egg yolks, } one-third cup sugar, a few grains of salt | and two cups milk. Add soaked gelatine | to the hot custard, and when nearly cool, add whites of eggs, beaten until stiff, two- thirds cup stale cake crumbs and one | teaspoonful vanilla. Turn into small cups, first dipped in cold water and chill. Any left-over cocoa may be used instead of the | milk. | MUFFINS OR POP-OVER CREAM PUFFS If pop-overs are left from breakfast, make an opening in each one just large enough to fill the center. For six pop-overs take one-half cup cream, two tablespoonfuls sugar and one-half teaspoonful vanilla, a pinch of salt and one teaspoonful Knox Sparkling Gelatine, softened in one-fourth cup milk 10 minutes and dissolved over hot water. When mixture is cool, fill pop-overs Not only does Knox Gelatine make up | into many low-cost dishes, but it is an economy in itself, for ome box makes twenty-four individual servings, or pro- vides a family of six with four delicious salads, or desserts for four different meals. If you would like other suggestions for attractive low-cost dishes, write for my booklets—‘* Food Economy ”’ and “ Dainty Desserts.’ They are free of charge. Just enclose a 2-cent stamp to cover postage charges and mention your grocer’s name. Address— MRS. CHARLES B. KNOX KNOX GELATINE 113 Knox Avenue, Johnstown, N. Y. R47 aN Ge -- 10 LVS ‘*Wherever a recipe calls for Gelatine- it means This package contains an envelope of pure Lemon Flavor for the con- venience of the busy housewife

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rR Te 2 oeeee ““A Cube Makes A Cup” ‘*Simply Add Boiling Water’’ TEERG Reg U.S. Pat. Off. CUBES like a Growing Boy Days when your appetite fails you—when the best food would not tempt you—you wish you had an appetite like a healthy, growing boy. And so you can. You can arouse that appetite by starting your meal with a hot, savory beverage. Piping hot Steero—rich, meaty, delicious—is just the thing. Hot Steero is good at breakfast; it adds relish to your luncheon; begin your dinner with hot Steero and you will eat as heartily as a growing boy. Hot Steero is easy to prepare. Puta Steero Cube into a cup and add boiling water. It is ready instantly. You will find scores of other ways to use Steero—in scalloped dishes, meat gravies, vegetable sauces, its delightful flavor gives that ‘‘different’’ taste. Put Steero on your order list today, and insist that you get STEERO. Steero Cubes—the name Steero is on every If not readily obtainable at your dealer’s, we will mail direct wrapper—are sold in boxes of 12. upon receipt of 35 cents. Large families, clubs, boarding houses, and hotels will find the tins of 50 and 100 more convenient. Ask your grocer, druggist, or delicatessen dealer for Steero. Send for Free Samples Let us send you free samples of Steero Cubes so that you may learn how good Hot Steero tastes, what a wonderful flavor it has. Write today. If you enclose ten cents we will also send you the 64-page Steero Cook Book, full of practical and delicious recipes—helpful to every housewife. Schieffelin & Co., 225 William St., New York Distributors for American Kitchen Products Co., New York HOME JOURNA '€& Octobe, |) Appetite BLUE BATTALIN—TRANSFORMER (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 11) sympathy for nor patience with neurotic weakness. The girl seated herself at the table and resolutely drew forward the cata- logues she had found in the pockets of the automobile. The automobile was a Battalin, the 1920 “Blue Tiger.”” The wheel base exceeded that of the 1919 “Bear Cub” by two inches! The cooling system, carefully diagramed, was remarkable in many respects. Prodi gious, too, were the engine and its develop- ment of power. The Battalin would do seventy miles an hour and cost thirty-eight hundred dollars, f. o. b. Detroit. Phronsie read that again: ‘‘$3800—f. o. b.— Detroit.”’ Nearly four thousand! The marauders must have been lunatics as well as thieves! She read conscientiously through descrip- tions of carburetor, starting system, timing gears, brake linings, springs and walrus-hide cushions. At high school she had had a half year’s meager work in physics; she under- stood the workings of the gasoline engine and knew the rudiments of electricity. The scrollwork clock struck eleven. HE next morning Phronsie hurriedly disposed of her work. She was deter- mined that, book in hand, she would explore the Battalin; she would gaze upon the oft- mentioned carburetor, the mysterious clutch, the delicate magneto. She was thrusting yesterday’s apron into the laundry bag when she saw the neglected letter in its pocket. It was from Mrs. An- thony Pierson, of Canaan, a kind-hearted, sprightly person and a persistent collector of antiques. She wrote: I shall come early in the afternoon, riding jauntily in the baker’s business bus. I must have either your great-grandfather’s sideboard or that lovely Adam thing in your dining room. A hideous space yawnsin my own salle d man ger. I have several guests coming whom I seek to impress; hence the absolute necessity of bearing back with me one of the aforemen tioned piec es. Phronsie sighed. Peace and solitude were not for her. Mrs. Pierson and—any mo- ment—the Rices, John Rogers, and the state police! They might at least give her time to get acquainted with her find. It was late now, after ten. She put on her coat, seized the catalogues and an old shawl, and hurried toward the shed. She spread the shawl under the Battalin and spent two blissful hours on her back gazing at the maze above her. She found the clutch and a large proportion of the car’s two hundred-odd grease cups. Having located everything shown on page ten, she viewed with delight the thick de posits of mud and grease; it would take days to remove those! She wriggled out from under the automobile, bent upon finding with the naked eye the carburetor, page twelve Her anticipations were nipped however, by the roaring of a car in the dooryard On emerging from the shed Phronsie saw a machine resembling a gypsy van, which bore in fifteen-inch letters: ‘‘Mackson’s Mighty Breads & Pies.’ Phronsie, fancying the superexquisite Mrs. Pierson riding twenty miles in that gaudy affair, grinned. The lady herself was coming around the corner of the house. Her radiant, rosy face was smartly veiled; clear, gray eyes and white teeth glistened at the girl in a friendly smile. “Hello!” she said, grasping Phronsie by the arm and propelling her toward the house. ‘‘What’s the meaning of that?’’ she demanded, glancing over her shoulder at the open hayloft door. “You haven’t sold to a more energetic collector, have you?” O,” SAID Phronsie; and when they were in the sitting room she told the story of the robbers and their motor truck. Mrs. Pierson interrupted with many jabbing questions. She was horrified. She declared that it was a loss too great for words, that she had determined to have the furniture by fair means or foul. ‘I wish I’d thought of steal- ing it myself,” she cried. ‘‘ Those lovely de- signs, that little cardinal line!’’ She dabbed at hereyes through her veil. ‘That bookcase, the lowboy—oh!” she broke off to come over and pat Phronsie’s shoulder sympathetically. “They meant so much to great- grandfather!” ““One can see that,” agreed Mrs. Pierson. “T’ve often told you that if he had produced on a larger scale the name Northway would be as famous as Chippendale’s, Sheraton’s, Shearer’s, or any of them.” “He was more like Henry Ward Beecher,”’ interposed Phronsie. ‘He was the minister here, you know, and his sermons—I have read them—were so masterly, so uplifting. He—he made a melodeon for the church but two or three of the people thought ji instrument of Satan’s, and one night s went in, dragged out the melodeon, chop it up—the lovely polished wood and beaut carving—and threw it on great-grandfat} kindling pile.”’ “Oh!” exclaimed Mrs. Pierson, loo with new eyes upon the cluster of sn white houses visible through the window “Tt had taken him three years,’’ Phro explained, ‘‘and was a labor of love for people. It—it broke his heart—the bit ness, the hostility. He went to New Ha and worked for a cabinetmaker. He « back here in his old age and made the { ture you have seen.” “Did the West Cobhamites ever ap) ciate him?” “‘No; the next generation changed fro: antimelodeons to anti-Northways. We ha\ never had any friends here; people speak passing, that is all. You have noticed, per haps, that I do not know anyone anywher Phronsie smiled deprecatingly at the visit **They are dreadful!” that lady declared tensely. ‘You have nothing to keep you here —— This isn’t my affair, of cour but—I cannot help hoping that you will s your house and move away. It is the o1 thing I can think of which will save you f: being as narrow, as dull, as torpid as thes people.” Then, her expression changing, rose energetically. ‘‘Now, my dear,” went on, “‘we must talk business.” HRONSIE led the way into the dining room. Murmuring admiringly, Mr Pierson crossed to the object of her desir It was an exact reproduction of an Ada sideboard, brass back rod, classic carvings huge urns, and all. It was the handiwor} of Grandfather Northway, who had co structed it of pollard oak, given it a dark varnish, and rubbed it to a rich tone wit beeswax. It had personality; Phronsic mother had often said a dour “Scotch” pe: sonality. It was too large for any spact the room, projecting half across a doorw and rendering a large closet useless. 1 middle part of it would have made a mod buffet, but at each end was a solid cabir surmounted by an enormous fluted ur These polished pieces, like wooden wat melons, reared themselves toward the ceili and dominated the sunny room. The ladies had no chafiering over the pr of the sideboard. Amidst exclamations delight, Mrs. Pierson offered four hund and fifty dollars for it. Shocked, Phronsie protested; the cl was written, however, and the purcha crammed it into her hand. “It seem much ’’ began Phronsie But Mrs. Pierson was already on kitchen step, hallooing to the baker an two sons, who were surveying the farm Phronsie’s only feeling during the remo of the sideboard was one of amazement the bright rectangle of new-looking paper it had left behind. Mrs. Pierson « everything but clap her hands. “It’s good to be true!” she declared utte gratified. The Macksons, father and so grunted and sweat and swore. Strolling out to the business bus, M Pierson ceased to be the successful purchas« “Really, my dear,” she resumed earnest! “you should do something besides stagna in this place. You're intelligent. The oth day a group of amateur collectors hu spellbound on my account of veneers, fa: learned from you. You know more ab finishes for furniture, kinds of wood and t characteristics of the different periods th anybody I’ve ever met.” Phronsie murmured something grateful response to this. Then casting reserve asid she caught the other womdan’s elbow a! pushed her toward the shed. Quite dramat cally she flung back the shed doors and wa pleased with the other’s speechlessness. “Tell me about it!”” Mrs. Pierson con manded at last, studying each perfect deta of the Battalin. = ESTERDAY morning,” said Phrons impressively, ‘‘I came out at daybrea to see what the thieves had left. The barn wa empty, but the tool shed contained—this “Tt’s the most astonishing thing!” M1 Pierson ejaculated. ‘‘How do you accoun for it?” “‘T can’t, unless the thieves left it to pa for the furniture.” “It’s certainly strange! The Battalin’s wonderful car. Mr. Pierson considers it th CONTINUE» ON PAGE 148

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JOSEPH, MISSOURI Y IONE LINEN FABRIC BLUE BATTALIN—TRANSFORMER (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 146) best on the market. Power, my child, is its first and last name.’”’ She opened the door. “‘T suppose you’ve spent hours sitting in it,” she said, one foot on the step. “Why, no!” confessed Phronsie, surprised that she hadn’t. “No?” queried Mrs. Pierson incredu- lously. ‘You are the queerest girl,” she declared. ‘‘Do get in this minute—in the driver’s seat.” Phronsie, feeling very self-conscious, did as she was told and laid an awkward hand on the wheel. Her stiffness excited Mrs. Pier- son’s laughter. ‘‘ You look so—so prim,” she gaspingly explained. ‘‘If Tony Pierson could see you now! H-he says you're a direct de- scendant of the Plymouth Rock, and when he hears you have a Battalin —— Think of a New England spinster find- ing a ‘Blue Tiger’ in her shed!” Phronsie had long ago learned not to mind her call er’s personalities Now, how ever, she did not smile. She opened the car door, stepped out and stood waiting. Mrs. Pierson wiped her eyes and regarded her con- tritely. ‘‘Now you're of- fended,” she exclaimed. “I meant that only sportish gen- tlemen aspire to a Battalin. It’s so powerful and a bit conspicuous, and you're so precise! If you find you have the right to sell it, please give Mr. Pierson the first chance. He ——” “T’m not going to sell it,” said Phronsie. ‘‘I’m going to drive it.” ITH determination Phronsie set her foot upon a new path. If she was dull, she intended to become keen,alive. She would acquire She would expend the four “Turn around,” he commanded. “No,” said Phronsie, “I’d never be fool- ish enough to turn around in a place like this.” Not visibly overcome by her astuteness, the agent allowed himself to be taken back to the capitol, where he apparently did not oppose the granting of a driver’s license to her. In regard to the car license Phronsie had resolved to let sleeping dogs lie. The Battalin had 1920 numbers and that was enough. Of course, she might have to go to jail or something eventually, but she’d have her fling first. Oct MTT NT Att ijl i HE Blue Battalin was a complete trans- former. ally, but at once. Driving gave her a sense of verve and lose her primness. a4 ‘ hundred and fifty dollars without a qualm; when that was gone, she would sell other pieces of fur niture. If her house became too empty, she could buy cheerful wicker things. Her first step was hiring the garage man in Wilsonville to come and explain the mys- teries of the Battalin and to teach her to drive it. Samuel Wheeler was a rough, hard-headed individual, but he did know how to drive. After three lessons Phronsie could start and stop, keep the car in the road, shift gears,-and climb Talcott Moun- tain. She hadn’t any confidence in herself by then, of course; couldn’t back in any- thing smaller than a circus lot; and threw in the clutch with violence. Wheeler manfully restrained oaths, gave terse directions, yelled occasionally until—by lesson eight—she had been taught all the niceties of driving. Then he permitted himself to confess that he was proud of his pupil. “You're a graduate,” he jovially declared one mid-May morning. ‘ Now all’s you got to do is to go up an’ get your license.” License! Phronsie’s scalp prickled. From chance remarks of Wheeler’s she had learned that cars and drivers had to have licenses “Of course, it ain’t any o’ my business,” Sam Wheeler was saying, “but Mr. Seav- erns must be a boob lettin’ you use his num- ber plates so long. Suppose’’—gesticulating with powerful, grease-grimed hands—“ we'd run into somebody; Seaverns would ’a’ been liable, the car still bein’ in his name.” Seaverns! Phronsie tried to place the name. Hadn’t he designed the Boyd Me- morial Library in Farmington? She wasn’t sure. Considering Wheeler’s knowledge un- canny, she demanded, “‘ How did you find out about him?” ws OTHIN’ to it; just looked it up. The LN auto book ain’t out yet, but I happened t’ be to the capital last week. Thought may- be him bein’ from New York he mightn’t be onto our laws, though he just got a Connecti- cut license. It’s bad for you t’ be runnin’ round without a car license; see, the li- cense’s supposed t’ be with the car. Us automobile fellers can’t be too careful. Go up to-morrow and get your car license and your driver’s license.” “How?” Phronsie inquired. “Well, you have t’ show the guy at the capital you can drive. If he’s mean, he may take you through the twelve o'clock traffic, start you the wrong way up a one-way street; but keep your nerve, Miss North- way, keep your nerve. Remember instruc- tions; don’t be afraid t’ be careful. It’s the guys that go when it says ‘Stop’ an’ stop when it says ‘Go’ that get canned.” So Phronsie kept her nerve. The agent sent to judge her driving was bored and disagreeable. He tried to induce her to stop before a hydrant and a gangway. When the whistles blew for one o’clock, he ordered her through the mazes of Capitol Avenue. In Wilsonville, where she had attende Phronsie changed—not gradu- power, a feeling of superior- ity, which supplanted her diffidence. She experienced absolute happiness. Slipping down hills, gliding mile after mile over good, gray road the great tires singing, th engine making a_ scarcely discernible hum, the clean, spring air rushing by—she was exhilarated to an almost painful degree. She never felt lonely; the Battalin seemed richly human. She drove by moonlight; she drove before sunrise; she was in the car every possible minute; the time she spent out of it was time lost. The four hundred and fifty dollars lasted well. Phronsie was a good driver, the auto- mobile was in prime condi tion; practicaily the only expenses were for oil, gas, and Wheeler’s weekly in- spection. The girl was aware of West Cobham’s envy and curiosity; but now, more than ever, she felt that she had no need of her neighbors. She had found the secret of joyous living. high school, she enjoyed riding about it streets and entering its stores with the in comparable Battalin as her background. Sh¢ indulged in a faint arrogance. One da however, she was jerked from the pedestal o1 which she had imagined herself. She had stopped in front of a groce: store and was waiting for a clerk to cart out a heavy box filled with her purchas: Growing slightly impatient, she glanced toward the doorway. She caught the ca reflection in the dark, plate-glass windo Her eyes, lovingly following the lines of t Battalin, were arrested by her own silho ette. Ramroddish back, primly set shot ders, unbending neck, the whole crowned | a flat, West Cobham hat—she knew offered a ridi¢ulous contrast to the roadst Aghast, she continued to stare. She had fi so dashing! To think that she still lool dull worse than dull, she admitted; was dowdy RIVING home, Phronsie practiced unladylike slouch, altering it until it | came the properly nonchalant position the experienced and bored—motorist. D ing night’s dark watches she faced one of t world’s problems, clothes. Mindful of | earlier intention, Phronsie decided to s more furniture. She was ready to denude | house, if necessary, and would begin wi the north chamber. poster, a William-and- Mary highboy, It contained a fo dressing table, rag rugs, and Hogarth chai The next morning, at six o'clock, s climbed into the Battalin. Her row of maples was in green-bla silhouette against a background of go! colored mist The whole area of grass shi! mered with frostlike dew; a thick vay hung over the river and spread across t surrounding flats. Her heart pounding mounting ecstasy, Phronsie drove throu; the diamond-veiled morning. This, s knew, was living! She seemed to have the world to hers« and drove to Canaan without passing an) Arriving hours before the Piers« household was stirring, she ran on to Tw Lakes and Salisbury, close to the New Yo: When she returned to the Pierson hon she was admitted to the charmingly mode living room—mauve-covered davenport, ! fectory table, English basket chairs, bra fireplace utensils, gray and mauve rug Here she found fashion and society mag Reveling in colors and materials s planned her wardrobe. Entirely too soon, a surprised Mrs. Pic son came swinging down the room al welcomed her warmly. ‘My dear,” she ¢ claimed when she learned Phronsie’s erran “TI simply cannot buy that furniture th ” one. line. zines. time. CONTINUED ON PAGE 151

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1920 HOME JOURNAL girl was conscious of a cold, inner se. ‘‘Wh-why ——”’ she stammered )f course, the Waites will snatch every- the minute they hear of it,” Mrs. on observed. ‘‘It is tragic for me to those Hogarth chairs.” pe reared its head spryly. Phronsie the older woman her plans for a ward- Immediately, Sally Pierson became | with enthusiasm. “I do wish you’d e take you in hand,” she said impul- “For a year I’ve longed to do your nd tell you about walking.” idenly she rose, her eyes lighted by : ition. Come,” she cried, seizing ie’s hand, “‘perhaps I can get the et table after all.” half dragged her visitor up the stairs lvery-gray-and-lilac bedroom. Plung- to a deep closet, she emerged again and vith armfuls of clothes on hangers and etonne bags. ‘‘Look them over,” she anded in muffled tones from the depth loset She reappeared with a cloak er her arm. ‘You could wear any things.”’ she continued. ‘‘ My arms are r, I imagine, but that’s all. If you could find things enough to be worth the ble and a few chairs! Mr. Pierson has a idget system, but I can always manage out clothes. Just try this on.” She ex- mt nded the cloak. l WAS duvetine—a velvety, ‘‘Maeter- | linck”’ blue with a lustrous lining of jade tin. Gasping with admiration, Phronsie pped her arms into it and thrilled at its ixurious feeling. Mrs. Pierson fastened it nd led her to the mirror set in the closet wor. The sleeves widened properly at the rists; diagonally across the front of the rment was a six-inch band of self-color embroidery, which—Phronsie admitted gave the cloak a ‘‘touch.”’ Above the rolled llar her cheek showed the soft pink of St petals, and in her eyes the cloak’s color is reflected in a deeper shade. Her hair, linarily ashen, had acquired warmth. Oh,” she breathed, staring at herself, is coat is worth my whole house.” Be careful!” Mrs. Pierson warned half uusly. “‘My craving for your furniture ; ght make me take advantage of you. Phat cloak, though, is meant, for you.” Phronsie stood rapturously stroking its f surface. ‘ The other woman was looking hastily ‘ igh the cretonne bags. “Oh!” she ex- { ed at last, selecting one. ‘Could you {| this?”’ She drew forth a peac h-colored “Throw the cloak on the bed and this on.”’ lurning before the long mirror Phronsie id herself transfigured. The soft, yellow vas in the Rus- style, tightly BLUE BATTALIN—TRANSFORMER (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 148) She drove slowly, oppressed by a tre- mendous sadness. Fear was growing in her too. She had never realized that she couldn’t make friends. No one was concerned for her welfare, and, worst of all, there was now no one in the world whom she loved. She wasn’t paying attention to her driv- ing at all ard had not planned for the ascent of Indian Hill. The Battalin, which always soared over the acclivity “on high,” now found itself thrust into “‘second”’ and into “low.” Its engine churning protestingly, it crawled over the brow of te hill. “That car should do better than that!” stated an indignant male voice at her elbow Phronsie stopped the roadster and focused tear-dazzled eyes on a stocky young man scowling at her from the roadway. Quite coolly he tossed his coat on to the seat, then strode around and held his hand before the Battalin’s radiator. “It’s as hot as the dickens!” he complained. “Tt’s a hot day ,’ retorted Phronsie “Take it down again,” the shabby young man commanded, ‘‘and I'll show you how to bring it up like a bird.” “T can bring it up like a bird myself.” She tried to be haughty. Furious, Phronsie turned the car around and let it coast silently to the foot of the long hill. The wind cooled her blazing face and made the man’s red hair stand up moistly. At the bottom she hacked around dexterously. Starting from a complete stop, Phronsie shifted from low, through second, to high and brought the car singing over the top. “There!’’ she permitted herself to exclaim. The passenger remained silent. “T suppose you’re getting out here,’ she suggested. “No,” was the response; “Cobham.” Phronsie told herself that Cobham was blessedly near. She gave her entire atten- tion to her driving now. She’d show that young man! HEY entered the center of Cobham. Down elm-arched Main Street, across the railroad track, past the store A tall, gaunt man rushed out of the post office, waved shirt-sleeved arms at them, and ordered them to stop. Considerably an noyed, Phronsie stopped the car within twice its length. John Rogers, the con- stable, ran poundingly up to them and jumped on to the Battalin’s running board. “‘Let’s see your license!’* he snapped at Phronsie. When she had produced it, he spelled out bits for the crowd’s amusement ***Phronsie—Frances—Northway.’ Phronsie Frances,’ he murmured. “‘‘ Hair—flaxen’”’ he peered under the blue turban. “‘ Height five feet, four’-—now, let me see!’’ He eyed her up and down. The passenger ed; the collar the bottom of louse had wide s of gray mou- iasm was lless. “‘ILknew ere or the eleon ty pe,” ried. “When ear those old ioned waists floppy skirts, ire plain; in drab serge of rs, you are hide- 3 * She observed sie in admir- delight. The girl had stepped out of the A car. ‘‘ ‘Weight one hundred twent chy “Is there any more?”’ asked the young man, coming up to the constable “No, I thought not.” He handed the license to Phronsie. Rogers winked at the boys, but grew more businesslike. “Now, the car license!’’ he said, watching her. “Ho!” broke forth Rogers tri- umphantly. “I ed to be insig- ant; her difhi- e had disappeared. She had distinction. ehow she had acquired self-reliance and r of brilliance. | URING the ecstatic hour which followed Phronsie selected a serviceable ss of er brown. She also chose a modish velvet jacket and a pleated skirt of and-tan plaid. Mrs. Pierson insisted ving her an evening dress, a rose-and- r affair which, like most evening dresses, ed unpromising on the hanger. a daze of happiness Phronsie returned e Battalin and drove on and on—past Cobham, past Cobham proper—to ford. There she purchased two hats—a tany shape of black Milan braid and a peanut-straw turban. r over a week she derived keen enjoy- t from merely wearing her new clothes; 1 she began to desire occasions on which isplay them. She longed for a new en- nment. Upon taking thought she de- d to go to a seaside hotel for the sum- She perused newspaper columns and ist selected Latimer Inn, on the Sound, miles from New Haven. Phronsie f ve down in the Battalin. She arrived on nday and steered the Battalin toward t Cobham Thursday noon. knowed this was a stolen car. I been waitin’ to get you all spring. It’s ——” “The license, constable,” said the young man, sticking an envelope under his nose. Rogers seized it, glared at the young man, then dragged forth the inner paper. The Cobhamites surged about him. ““What’s it say, John?”’ queried a twelve- year-old. “Whose car is it?”’ *** Paul Frost Seaverns,’”’ the constable in- formed him, half reading and half solilo- quizing. ‘‘‘ Blue Battalin Speedster— License Number, 64,482’’’—his voice rambled off. His tobacco-stained face was expressionless. He continued to stare at the paper. ‘‘‘ Paul Frost Seaverns,’” he repeated musingly. “Say, that name looks blame natural.” “| SHOULD think it might—by now,” observed the passenger, relieving him of the license and stepping into the automobile. “Go ahead,” he said to Phronsie. The Blue Battalin, as though tired of waiting, pulled away from the crowd. 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AN ABSORBENT SOFT WHITE TOILET PAPER — MADE BY Scott Paper (Company CHESTER, pa.U.S-> “' ‘8 scorr Papen CS 900 SHEETS — 43X51 Octobe BLUE BATTALIN—TRANSFORMER (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 151) The girl stiffened angrily. ‘‘Do you mean to say that you still consider the car yours after stealing my furniture?” The man regarded her in surprise. ‘‘ Was the furniture yours?”’ he asked. “Of course it was mine! D-did you think it grew wild in that barn?” Paul Frost Seaverns was scowling again. “It’s a long story,” he said. “Even so, you might begin,” gested quiveringly. They rode on in silence for a minute. “I was in the service and went overseas,”’ Seaverns began. “Now I’m back visiting my buddy’s parents in Farmington. Buddy didn’t come back—pneumonia, Brest.” There were a few more minutes of silence. They were passing the church and the ceme tery. “I’ve been back a year—an architect by profession.” “This is my place,” announced Phronsie, turning into the driveway. She stopped the car in the yard. She faced her companion questioningly. He was studying the old dwelling, gazing along the lines of the ell and the house roof up to the great chimney. She was astonished to see a glint of amusement in his eyes and saw that he was watching a pompous robin and his demure mate hopping along the brick path, looking up in cheerful contemplation of little green cherries overhead. she sug- ““TT’S much more pleasant by daytime,”’ he said. ‘‘To resume: I made money sud- denly, planned apartment houses, dealt in real estate, had good luck. I bought the Battalin nine weeks ago. Several things brought me up this way—the Boyd Memo- rial in Farmington, the plans for the Cobham Community House. I wanted to visit Ben’s folks, then [travel in the car—Oregon and the Pacific coast. “Two months ago I started to go trout- fishing—was going by moonlight. When I reached West Cobham it began to rain. Saw this open shed, ran the car in; shed- roof leaked. I smelled the hay in the barn, made a dash for it and, while waiting for the storm to pass, fell asleep.’’ Seaverns glanced at Phronsie and explained: ‘Thought it was an empty house—no lights. Did my car scare you?” “No,” said Phronsie; ‘‘not yours.” “T went to sleep,” the man repeated. “First thing I knew, there were three men with flashlights standing six feet from me. It was pouring and thundering. One chap said it was lucky the furniture was wrapped up so well.” “The idea! What was he like?” “Will tell you his name ina minute. Knew he was a thief. He didn’t want to leave me behind, said he was going to Tariff, would give me a lift and a good supper. It was my vacation. I went; didn’t ask to take the Battalin.”’ “And the furniture?” she asked eagerly. “Thought I'd find out where it went. Pretended to want work. Man in charge of stealing, one of the big men of Tariff—dairy, sawmill, tractor, long-distance moving vans.”’ “Why,” cried Phronsie, horrified, ‘it sounds like Floyd Rice.” “Right! Floyd Rice “‘H-he’s my cousin, my own relative. To think he’d do that!” ao pe bag Na looked grim. ‘He had a pe- culiar line of reasoning,’ he said. ‘I boarded at his house and heard it often. He tried to convince everyone that Miss North- way was coming there to live, that the fur- niture would be his eventually anyway.” “Oh; and by taking it he was merely seizing time by the forelock !” “Yes.” Seaverns, appearing puzzled, studied his companion. ‘You haven’t an Aunt Phronsie, have you?”’ he asked. Phronsie shook her head. ‘‘Why?” she inquired. ““Must have been my mistake,” he said, puzzled; “received impression you were well, elderly maiden lady who had never expected anything of life and who might as well live with the Rices as go to the Old Ladies’ Home. Felt tremendously sorry for her.” The girl bit her lip. “Certainly felt sorry for that lonely, destitute old lady,”” mused Seaverns. “ Re- solved to restore her furniture if it took a year.” “Can you get it back?” “Yes; know where each piece is.”’ “You’re—you’re a kind of hero,”’ st: Phronsie, looking upon him with new « “Tt was heroic to leave the Battalin to fo! that thief. You might never have seen car again.” The young mansmiled unwillingly. “ Di anticipate Aunt Phronsie’s driving it; but what she’d have been welcome to, « old soul!” “She might have sold it.” “There’d have been a fine time over license. Moreover, after what I had h« about Miss Northway—er—you—lI k the Battalin was in safe hands. Must ad I was amazed to see it coming up the hill afternoon. Thought it had been sold an fear I was rude. Car’s in fine condit newness and stiffness worn off. As for loo} well, the Battalin’s going to miss th it’s had.” OR the first time Phronsie realized 1 the car was not hers. “And I’m g to miss the Battalin,”’ she declared, step to the ground. Her chin began to qi shamefully. ‘“I’m—I’m going to turr back,”’ she quavered. ‘Please go a with it very quietly while I’m not lookin; Piece by piece Great-grandfather Nort! way’s furniture was brought back to th Northway house. an adventure. Invariably the irate pur chaser consulted a lawyer and summoned Floyd Rice. Rice found himself involved in lawsuits amazingly complicated and expen sive. The restoration had taken all summer Each article represented Seaverns began to make definite plans for his western motor trip, and now Phronsic stared into a future utterly black. She was washing dishes at the kitc! sink. The fire insisted on going out, the dis! water was cold. The scrollwork clo ticked solemnly. Glancing at it the gir! decided that by then Paul and the Battalin must have reached Poughkeepsie. How different real affairs were from book ro mances, she thought bitterly. She stood up listening. chugging softly into the yard. “Why,” she cried, running outdoors, ‘ thought you were both in California !”’ Surely, that was the Battalin I “Come here,” he invited, patting the seat beside him. She shook her head. “It’s getting lat nearly noon; you'd better start for Cali fornia.” “T’m as bad as the Battalin. I can’t go without you, Phronsie. We could ” He watched her anxiously. “Oh, I couldn’t go!”’ she exclaimed Seaverns became himself again. “I phone Ben’s folks to come and get the liv: stock,” he cried. “Take off that apron, a1 we'll go to the parsonage now.”’ He was i! high humor and was setting the spark and gas and had one foot on the starter. HRONSIE shook her head serious!) **No, really, Paul,’ she began definit: ** you see, I'd like to marry into a large fam I’ve decided that I must acquire relat and # “Relatives!” shouted Paul, throwing | self back in his seat. ‘ Why, Phror Frances, I have three sisters and four br ers and two jolly aunts—all married living in different places. If it’s relatives want, we'll visit every one.” Phronsie looked quite interested; took three steps toward the open door then halted. Her face was horror-stric} “Oh, Paul, we'd have to have a license a honestly, I can’t stand any kind of a licens: hunter’s or auto or marriage or any.” “You won’t have to hardly look at Here it is,” he announced, patting his bre pocket. So Phronsie whisked off her apron, hurt into the house, closed and locked the w dows, packed her clothes, and was whit out of the driveway to the parsonage. A! the seven-minute ceremony, the Batt bore Mr. and Mrs. Paul Frost Seaverns the road to the turnpike and thence to Great West. Back in West Cobham the Careys w inspecting the Northway farm. Old Dad Carey and his granddaughter-in-law st on the cellar doorand peered into the kitch “Look, Grampa,” left the milk pitcher settin’ in a pan of di er) water! “Let it set!” said Daddy. cried Ellen; “she s

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HOME JOURNAL = ee UNCLE SAM, M.D, Al YOUR SERVICE . The Best of Medical Advice is Yours for the Asking ETWEEN the United States Public Health Service, the Children’s Bureau and the Bureau of Education there exists a powerful relation- ship. Each has for its object the betterment of present and succeeding generations of Americans. Could their advice and teachings and demonstra- tions be taken into every home and should these things be accepted at their face value, there is no earthly reason why, in short order, every father, mother, baby and growing child should not increase their physical, mental and moral efficiency by at least fifty per cent and be doubly equipped to assume the rights and duties of American citizenship. Not one of these institutions has been created or is main- tained for the benefit of a few; they are public institutions. By and large, their official function is to conserve and im- prove all Americans. They are supported by taxes paid by the people and, as is the case with the Department of Agriculture, their discoveries through research belong to the people as straight dividends on their investments. Whether it will be a long time or soon before any or all of these governmental agencies reach the greatest possible number of individuals with their constructive teachings must largely be determined by individuals themselves. It is the duty of every American to use his Government, to meet it halfway in its efforts to reach him. And though personal contact with Government depart- ments and bureaus often is impossible, yet through the medium of printed messages this contact can be established most effectively. It is to call attention to the free advice prepared by Government specialists that I am writing this article and wrote the one preceding. The Children’s Bureau has viewed a vivid cross-section of our national estate of health through its well-nigh innu- merable surveys and investigations made broadcast over this country and, as a result, is abie to explain health essen- tials for mother and child alike. Those essentials have been discovered only after long and tedious and costly research by trained men and women. And every one of those essentials is explained clearly, simply and forcefully by the Children’s Bureau in messages to you that cost you only the writing of a request for them. Advice for the Expectant Mother | wr! me launch directly into actual cases by calling atten- tion to a bulletin published by the Children’s Bureau called ‘ Prenatal Care.” There is no expectant mother who cannot benefit herself and safeguard the well-being of her unborn child by reading this. It was prepared by a trained and long-experienced specialist. It treats of every precau- tion which should be taken by the mother throughout the trying period of pregnancy; it covers the subject completely. This bulletin is free, as are all that I shall call attention to. It, and other bul- letins of the Children’s Bureau, can be had by applying to Julia C. Lathrop, Chief, Children’s Bureau, U. S. Depart- ment of Labor, Washington, D.C. In writing for this publication, specify “‘ Prenatal Care,”’ Care of Children Series, No. Bureau Publication No. 4, fourth edition. If you are interested in mater- nal mortality in this and other countries—you will be a better mother by this knowledge—by all means write to the Children’s Bureau for its Bulletin No. 19, “Maternal Mortality from all Conditions Connected with Childbirth in the United States and Certain Other Countries.” The above and the publica- tions which will be mentioned throughout this article are not theories, neither are they theses. They are facts, compiled by women agents of the Children’s Bureau who themselves work in clinics, hospitals, homes. What you get from the bureau through its printed pages are messages from women of the type of which this mother, isolated in the moun- tains, wrote in a letter which she sent to the bureau headquarters in Washington. DECORATIONS By William Harper Dean BY whom she mentions is a woman agent of the such as writes truths into its bulletins. The ‘‘doctor”’ Children’s Bureau, Here is that letter: I had written you the night before the doctor came to our home. But I think she can tell you the contents of my letter much better than I can write it. I am sure her coming has opened up chances for agreat many thingsout here. It seems strange that conditions which are perfectly needless can be endured year after year, as they have been out here. Everybody around here has a grouch on my husband because he didn’t get the doctor to talk to everyone at the schoolhouse. The mothers and husbands—whether fathers or not—seem to be as though they had awakened from some sort of stupor. One neigh bor whose wife has a little ten-day-old baby said to me: ‘Why hasn't this been thought of before?’’ In fact, several have asked the same thing—‘‘ Why were we mothers left out here so long?”’ The doctor seemed, as in fact she is, a friend to all, and therefore was able to get the inside facts that few of these mountain mothers give to anyone, even to their neighbors. For a postage stamp that carries your request, what this woman and others in her section found so helpful in the visit of that agent you can get. A Bulletin That Should be in Every Home HERE is one publication issued by the Children’s Bureau which should be in every home where there isa baby. Its title is courageous enough—‘‘Infant Care."’ For of all the catalogue of things that should be done and things not to be done for the baby, not one has been omitted. This bulletin, No. 8, is a faithful example of the completeness of detail characterizing this bureau’s work. The eighty-one pages are clearly and simply worded, amply illustrated with photo- graphs and drawings. Of course it is free. A companion bulletin to “Infant Care” is Children’s Bureau Bulletin No. 9, ‘Infant Mortality.’’” One should read this first, then read “Infant Care.”’ If the latter had been observed in its essentials by all the mothers in this land, there might be little to justify the publication of the former. By a square deal for children is meant their inalienable rights eo right to health and happiness. “Save 100,000 Babies, Get a Square Deal for Children”’ is the appealing title to the bureau's Bulletin No. 36. Every mother wills these rights to her children, but often the will is stronger than her deeds which are needed to bring health and strength to the little one. And that generally is because she lacks ’ RAY ROHN knowledge of what to do and what not to do. That's why these bulletins have been written by specialists in your Government. Companion publications to those mentioned abov: are “Save the Youngest,’’ Bulletin No. 61; “Th Health of Children and Mothers,” a separate, No. 3; “The Care of the Mother,” Child Welfare Dodger No. 2; and “The Care of the Baby,’’ Child Welfare Dodge: No. 9. All are from the Children’s Bureau, all free. Every mother knows the critical problem which arises so often in the career of the baby—its feeding. Thousands of children have died because breast feeding disagreed with them, as many other thousands because bottle feeding proved equally fatal. There is a splendid group of Children’s Bureau publications covering this tremendously important subject. They are: “What is Malnutrition?’ Bulletin No. 59; “Breast Feeding,’’ Child Welfare Dodger No. 4; ‘‘ Bottle Feeding,” Child Welfare Dodger No. 5; “‘ The Preparation of Artificial! Food,’’ Child Welfare Dodger No. 6; ‘ Milk,’’ Child Wel fare Dodger No. 7; ‘Feeding the Child,” Child Welfar Dodger No. 8; ‘‘What do Growing Children Need?” Child Welfare Dodger No. 10; and ‘ Milk, the Indispensable Food for Children,”’ Bulletin No. 35. In addition to these there are several more bulletins an dodgers the value and importance of which are self-evident “Children’s Health Centers,’’ Bulletin No. 36; “Th Public-Health Nurse: How She Helps Keep the Baby Well,’”’ Bulletin No. 47; ‘‘Is Your Child’s Birth Recorded? If Not, Why Not?” Child Welfare Dodger No. 3; and “ Outline for a Birth Registration Test,” Bulletin No. 54, ar the ones I refer to. Residents of the state of Missouri can get from t! Extension Division, University of Missouri, Columbi Circular No. 73, “I eeding the Baby from the Weani Period Through the Second Year.” limes have changed, and with them customs and beliefs since the day when our grandmothers took our fathers mothers, often miles, to some neighbor’s house where thet was a case of measles, whooping cough, mumps or so other one of the diseases of children so the y might catch the malady ! It was thought that children simply must have list of diseases before they grew up and that therefor sooner the better. The Child Must be Protected UT now we know differently—or should. It is wrong to expose any child to any disease; the fewer they have thie better. There was a time, too, when one just “ breathed "in malaria; but now we know he didn't, that he let a mala charged mosquito puncture his skin with its hypodermic bill and inject the malarial ge: The point I am making here is that we hav: keep abreast of the new truths revealed medical research. Of course we have fa doctors and need them. But we're much be patients, much better abl take care of ourselves if ' will keep ourselves informed of scientific facts easy 0! 1 wh mental assimilation. The United States Pul Health Service will do t! for us—free of cost. It » give us the results of ye and years of deep research specialists who are autho! ties, and all this translat into everyday terms a! available for everyday ust our everyday lives. Ther hardly is any private inst tution in the country whic can hope to compete wit! the United States Publi Health Service in the mat ter of popularizing scientific truths fo: immediate application. I have purposely eliminated from ™) list all publications of the Public Healt! Service that are of a technical nature. CONTINUED ON PAGE 157 ———.y—--— Wels Like f this fa Col and ra lightft charm Vay a char louse mcea No laDric, meee MUMS / A |

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. ——, SS ~~ —_— Oct | | er, 1920 HOME JOURNAL UNCLE SAM, M.D., AT YOUR SERVICE (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 154) that I shall mention are for home read- Allare clear, go straight to the point and ble you to apply what they teach. What y contain is the essence of years of research hospitals, clinics, homes, laboratories, in fields themselves when the sewage of a vn has been found responsible for an epi- nic or when a veritable mosquito Elysium ; been discovered to perpetuate a disease. safe ice—do you know what it is? How jut the ice harvested from ponds in your lity? Surely this is worth looking into. u wouldn’t lock a thief in your house and serenely to bed. Then why put unsafe ice our refrigerator before you assure your- it will not poison someone in your ily? Bulletin No. 213, “Safe Ice,” of Public Health Service, is free upon ap- ation to the Surgeon-General, United tes Public Health rvice, Washington, C, Keep the malarial quito out of your and malaria will y out. If you want know all the wiles of this pest—how it hides in an innocent bucket of water and how your home should be barred against it, read “ Pre- vention of Malaria,” Public Health Service Bulletin No. 170. It tells you a great deal and gives suggestions on how to screen the home. You are “your brother’s keeper,” and your health has a direct influence on the health of your community. You will realize this all the more and come into a fuller appreciation of your obligations to others if you will read Public Health Service Bulletin No. 150, “The Citizen and the Public Health.” Don’t let rats share your home. They are destructive. Worse still, they are carriers of disease. Read ‘The Rat,” Public Health Service Bulletin No. 135, and realize what an economic burden and sanitary menace this creature is. Then read “Rat Proofing,” Public Health Service Bulletin No. 122, showing its practical application in the con- struction or repair of dwellings or»other buildings. mC Guard Against Whooping Cough Rpm os ied with whooping cough, often, has bred contempt forit. Fewof us realize that it is a most serious disease and that weshould take every precaution to guard our children against it. ‘‘ Whooping Cough Its Nature and Prevention”’ is the title of Public Health Service Bulletin No. 100, which covers all these points and many more. If you live beyond the limits of a municipal sewerage system you havea delicate and vital problem to contend with in the proper dis- posal of waste. A slighting of this or a lack of understanding of the menace of human vaste to human health may easily cost the ife of your child. The Public Health Service has prepared a large poster entitled “‘The Sanitary Privy,” hich gives the details of just what sanita- n in this respect calls for. (nother poster, “‘Use the Handkerchief,” plains how careful use of this article tends prevent the spread of colds, influenza, pneumonia and tuberculosis. “The House Fly” is a poster put out by the Public Health Service, vividly depicting the flight of the disease-carrying fly from places of filth to the cradle, the nipple of the nursing bottle, the sick bed and the dining table. There is a special series of Public Health Service pamphlets published under the reneral title of “‘ Keep-Well Series.’” Number 1 is “The Road to Health,” a sixteen-page pamphlet giving concise directions for keep- ing well. It includes a table of average veights for men and women. Number 2 is “‘ Adenoids.” It gives a brief lescription of what they are and how to reat them. “How to Avoid Tuberculosis”’ is the title of Number 3. This pamphlet states the ssential facts concerning the cause, recogni- tion and prevention of the “white plague.” Number 4, “ Diphtheria,” explains how to ecognize the disease, how to keep from atching it, and how to treat those who do atch it. “The Safe Vacation” is Number 5. amphlet is full of useful advice. ‘Cancer, Facts Which Every Adult Should Know” is the title of Number 6, which com- letes this series. “A New Design for a Sanitary Pail,” Pub- ic Health Service Bulletin No. 138, and Bulletin No. 102, “A Hememade Milk Refrigerator,” which describes a simple method of constructing a satisfactory re- rigerator with materials usually on hand in the home, will appeal to those who have developed the knack of putting things to- gether according to plan. “Typhoid Fever: Its Causation and Pre- vention,” Public Health Service B illetin No. 69, is something everybody shoulc: have This» and read. There is no more loathsome dis- ease, none so devitalizing, occurring in the list of preventable ones. And very fre- quently it is fatal. But typhoid is prevent- able—absolutely so. We only need to know just how the typhoid bacillus gains entrance to our systems and the prevention of it auto- matically suggests itself. Right in keeping with this thought is the Public Health Service Bulletin No. 70, “Good Water for Farm Homes,” for contaminated drinking water, perhaps more than anything else, is responsible for thé prevalence. and spread of typhoid. You should also have a copy of Public Health Service Bulletin No. 42,.“‘ Disinfect- ants.” This publication gives the use and application of disinfectants in the prevention of communicable diseases. “Keeping Fit” is a publication by the same bureau which is an ex- hibit for older boys. Its number is 45. Separate supplements of the Service Health Reports contain some highly valuable material. For example: No. 1, **Measles’’; No.5, “Fighting Trim: The Importance of Right Living”; No. 11, “What the Farmer Can Do to Prevent Malaria”; No. 16, “The Summer Care of Infants”; No. 21, “Scarlet Fever: Its Prevention and Control”; No. 24 “Exercise and Health”; No. 30, ‘Common Colds”; No. 31, “Safe Milk”; and No. 34, “Spanish Influenza,” ‘‘Three-Day Fever,” “The Flu.” The office of the Surgeon-General of the United States Public Health Service, Wash- ington, D. C., to which application for any of these publications must be made, states that the supplements listed in the above paragraph will be distributed free upon re- ceipt of requests as long as the supply lasts. If upon receipt of your application by the Public Health Service the supply of free copies has become exhausted, you will be so notified. Then you need only to apply to the Superin- tendent of Documents, Government Printing Office, Washington, D. C., who will furnish them to youata cost of onlya fewcentsa copy. The exact cost of such publications will be told you by the Public Health Service. And when you remit to the Superintendent of Documents, don’t send currency, postage stamps or uncertified checks. Remit by postal money order, express order or New York draft. Reading Courses Worth While OME of the states have available for their residents publications along the gen- eral line of those mentioned for the Public Health Service. The Oklahoma Extension Division, A. & M. College, Stillwater, offers “Home Sanitation,” Extension Circular No. 116. By applying to the Extension Division, University of Nebraska, Lincoln, residents of that state can get Extension Circular No. 16, “Home Sanitation.” On the general subject of beautifying the home grounds there is an Indiana Extension Service publication, ‘‘Hardy Flowering Shrubs and Roses for Indiana.” For this application should be made to Extension Division, Purdue University, Lafayette. “Roses for the Home,” Farmers’ Bulletin No. 750, can be had from the U. S. Depart ment of Agriculture, upon application to Chief, Division of Publication. Likewise “The Rose Chafer,” Farmers’ Bulletin No. 721, which should be in the home of every- body who would grow roses for beauty and not for bugs. The United States Bureau of Education, Washington, D. C., has for its great work the aiding of better educational systems through- out the United States. Yet it has some very useful publications and I have sifted their names and numbers from the Bureau’s com- plete lists of free publications. Its Reading Courses are very much worth while. They are numbered 1 to 11. They are free and can be had by applying direct to the Bureau. Here is the complete list: . World’s Great Literary Bibles. Great Literature. Reading Course for Parents. . Reading Course for Boys. . Reading Course for Girls. Thirty Books of Fiction and B. Thirty World Heroes—two sections, B and C. . American Literature. Thirty American Heroes. 10. American History—two sections, A and B. 11. France and Her History. Oe we two sections, A cam In addition there are Home Economics Circular No. 6, published by this Bureau, ** A Course in Food Economics for the House- keeper”; Kindergarten Series 6, “The Child and the Kindergarten”; and Library Leaflet 6, “Stories for Young Children.” Patronize your Government—it is yours and patronage increases its strength and use- fulness. _ Hamilton Beach Home Motor It Sews With Ease Do all your own sewing and enjoy it! Simply place this little motor under the hand wheel of your sewing machine (old or new); instantly change it to a self-operating eléctric. No screws or bolts to attach— no skill required to operate. Sews slow or fast without effort or drudgery; no more broken thread; always runs right. It Whips Cream The Cream Whipper Attachment is a most ingenious device. Without effort you can whip cream, beat eggs, or make delicious mayonnaise—things you have wished could be done by power instead of by hand. And when you are not sewing, and the weather is warm, you can with ease summon cool breezes by simply at- taching the ingenious Fan Device to the Hamilton Beach Home Motor. Immediately you have all the comfort of an expensive fan. It Sharpens Knives Another of the kitchen needs is fulfilled in the Grinding Attachment. You know how much of the time you work with dull knives because you have no satisfactory way to sharpen them. Now you can always have keen- edged cutlery. Polishes Silver The bugbear of silver cleaning day no longer exists for you when you have the Polishing Attachment right at hand to brighten the silver. It works a magic transformation—quickly and without effort on your part. Polishes Phone Your Dealer for a Free Trial Any Electric, Hardware, or Sewing Machine Dealer * |

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should weigh! I have helped 92,000 refined, intellectual women regain health have taught them how to keep well. Why not you? You can devote just a few min- utes a day in your room to following scien- tific, hygienic principles of health which I direct to suit your particular needs, and as sure as sunrise T is easier to be well than to be sick when you learn how. W build your vitality and cold have little effect upon you. Be free from nagging ailments! Weigh what you Have a good figure! Be happy! Enjoy life! Be a source of inspira- tion to your friends. In other words, LIVE. HOME JOURNAL October, {99

hen you learn to daily , disease germs, grippe and good figures. I \

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“ Thave been lifted out of the low, nervous, depressed state I was in. Father says your course is worth $1000 to me.” **My circulation is im- proved, my digestion is better and my complexion is very much better."’ natural, permanent, scientific, and appeal to common sense You Can Have a Good Figure Don’t envy the friend who has a wonderful figure. Perfect your own. You can and you will look a lot better in a modest dress if you carry it well than in an expensive gown with a poor figure. I want to help you to realize that your health lies almost entirely in your own hands, and that you CAN reach your ideal in figure and poise. Judge what I can do for you by what I have done for others. The most progressive physicians are my friends. Their wives and daughters are my pupils. Medical magazines advertise my work, Write me about yourself. I will hold your letter in strict con- fidence and will tell you personally whether I can help your case. Sit down and write me NOW. Don’t wait — you may for- get it. I will send you free my valuable booklet on health, telling you how to stand, walk and breathe correctly. SUSANNA COCROFT, Dept. 36, 215 North Michigan Blvd., CHICAGO

45 Miss Cocroft is a nationally recognized authority on condition- ing women as our training camps have conditioned our men.

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DOES THE NURSING PROFESSION NEED NURSING? (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 29) of the authorities. For example, several girls—in training at the time when I was— contrived to slip in and out of windows in the quest of an evening’s holiday. Yet, even admitting the necessity for discipline, I, for one, together with many other nurses, look upon the usual superintendent’s insistence upon minor points of conduct as blind mili- tarism instead of enlightened militancy. Not Influenced by Sentiment I SHALL give one example of Miss Yerkes’ displays of unreasonable authority. I was in my second year of training and, due to the fact of a graduate nurse’s absence from the hospital, I was put in charge of the operating room. Every nurse knows what this means- the hours of close attention, the hours of waiting for some postponed operation, the sense of tremendous responsibility. Through the two months of this strain I was, how- ever, sustained by one thought. At the end of my service in the operating room I should be given two days’ holiday. With this I should take another half day due me and that extra time would enable me to go to my home in West Virginia Z for my mother’s birth- day. Imagine, therefore, my disappointment when.Miss Yerkes said to me in her glacial voice: “Of course you will get your two days now, but you will have to take the extra half day at some other time.” “But, Miss Yerkes,”’ I protested, and I ex- plained to her what it would mean to me; how that extra half day merged into my other vacation would enable me to spend my mother’s birthday at home with her. But the superintend- ent was unswerved by any such sentimental appeal. More than this, she was unswerved by recognition of the fact that my fragmentary holiday would spell dis- é advantage instead of ad- vantage to the hospital. She was determined to make things hard for me. Well, I suppose there are few Fochs—big folks who realize that being effectual is much greater than being merely efficient, that the spirit of an army is more important than the disspirit which often comes from a crushing militarism. The world is full, in fact, of the little lieutenants who think more of subordinating material than of making material. That was the trouble with Miss Yerkes. She was a little lieutenant with no vision. As I have said, too, there are many like her, and no matter in what group of nurses you find yourself you are bound to hear something like this: “If only my super intendent could have been just folks, my training would have been so much easier. It wasn’t the work I minded; it was the way she had of making me work.” + Fair in Unfairness ET me dwell for a moment upon the effects of Miss Yerkes’ refusal of my own re- quest: For days I went around that hospital in a state of resentment. I hated Miss Yerkes; I hated my work; several times I was on the point of leaving the hospital and going back home to stay. When you are ina state of mind like that you cannot possibly do your best work. Had, indeed, Miss Yerkes been less intent upon avenues for her own precious authority, she would have realized that she was defeating efficiency by the very means she took to produce it. Her harshness to me was not the result of any personal antagonism. Miss Yerkes was always fair in her unfairness. She treated everybody just as she treated me. In this respect she differs from some superintend- ents of whom other nurses have told me, those who are perpetually discriminating in favor of some particular students. One has to discount some of these stories just as one does those of the grouchy schoolboy who didn’t pass in algebra “ because that teacher had a pick at me.” Nevertheless, these complaints of the favoritism of some super- intendents obtain weight from constant repetition. Before leaving the subject of Miss Yerkes, I wish to give one more example of the sort of unenvisioned decrees which she handed out to the pupil nurses. One day when I was in the last year of my training a classmate of mine came up to me in the dietetic kitchen.

“What do you suppose she’s handed me she cried. With us there was only one “she.” We «|| used to utter the word exactly as the follo, ers of Jeanne de Nevarre might have done that of their hated “she,” Catherine Medici. “What?” “Why, she’s tacked six months on to 1 training just because I spilled that carboli: acid on the mattress the other day. Imagin just an old mattress! Now, if it had been a patient, anybody could understand. Well, | know one thing; if I had it to do over aga nobody could ever drive me into this p: fession.” It was undoubtedly a disproportionat: penalty. One extra month of training would certainly have been making the punishment fit the crime of the ruined mattress. The girl who submitted to it was embittered for years by the episode and always lent he: influence to dissuading everybody she knew from taking up “the meanest job in the world.” It is, in fact, impossible to over estimate the wide-reaching effects which one such unenlightened superintendent as Miss Yerkes may have upon the call for more nurses. There is another phase of the training school which acts prejudicially upon the minds of many recruits. This phase has been the subject of a contribution to a lead- ing medical journal, and it certainly deserves the attention of all those who wish to attract new material to the training schools. It is the close corporation formed by various hospitals. ) 22 a Credit is Lost HIS is what I mean \ Suppose that a girl } becomes dissatisfied with the conditions of the hospital where she is training. Perhaps she feels that she cannot work under that partic ‘ ; ular superintendent, or perhaps she feels the need of an institution which will afford her a broader experience She therefore applies to another hospital for admission. Then what happens? The second training school may admit her but it will admit her only as a novice. No matter if she has almost completed her course, she is gen erally given no credit for it in the new place Asystem so contrary to that of other educa tional institutions is manifestly unfair. What is even more unfair, however, is the fact that the student usually has difficulty in makin; the change at all. For most hospitals “stic} together’”’ and are inclined to view with su picion any applicant from a fellow trainin; school. So far I have been occupied with the di advantages of hospital training. Upon thes I have dwelt in no petty spirit of complaint Far from it. My interest in pointing then out is that of every graduate nurse whi wants to remove extra discouragements fron a career which is so infinitely worth while And I cannot help thinking that at this tim when hospitals are threatened with paralysi because of the lack of nursing recruits, whe! no new hospital is started without th spectral question: “‘Where are you goin to get hold of enough girls?”” When opera tions are being constantly postponed becaus there isn’t a single nurse available, it b« hooves the authorities of training schools t recognize these defects. For it is not in th profession itself, but in the preparation fo the profession where lies the root of the evil Now, for the Advantages OW as to the advantages. At the end of three years I was in better physical condi tion than I ever had been in my life. My ex perience here was exactly that of the usual! girl in school or college. In spite of hard work, in spite, too, of hash and disspiriting prunes, I gained weight. The regular hours together with a tremendous interest in life had effected the improvement. Far more important than this, however, | had heaped up an untold treasure in know! edge of life and people. Strange! It was this very knowledge upon which my father, fol lowing the mental direction of most fathers, had based his objection to my becoming a nurse. How foolish of these fathers! Day after day there were brought under my care durins this training period victims of the CONTINUED ON PAGE 160°

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Instead of sugar, use Towle’s Log Cabin Syrup in baking your next batch of apples. You’ll be astonishedat the wonderful result. The best Sundae sauce for IceCream j is Towle’s Log Cabin Syrup. Garnish with wal- | nuts if you like. j| HOME JOURNAL This Boy Comes by His Love of Log Cabin Naturally! ’affles and Towle’s og Cabin Bie ere made for each her, NS OO TIT HT SSeeSeeesee TOWLES T’S easy to see where he gets his love of Log Cabin Syrup, with its rich maple flavor poured over wheat cakes! It’s a family habit—a good one, too, and one which not only dad, but mother, shares. This family knows all about the inimitable maple flavor that Log Cabin lends to ice cream, waffles; baked apples, candied sweet potatoes, baked beans, maple nut and maple iced cakes and cookies. And you should know, too! LOG CABIN SYRUP makes every food on which you pour it, and every food you flavor with it, indescribably more delicious. Put it on your grocery list today. Three Sizes, at Quality Grocers’ LOG CABIN SYRUP ~~ = vi can give. rn oa Both the filling and the icing of this cake were given the deli- cious maple flavor that only Towle’s Log Cabin Syrup ey

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/ > Onyx ree: bmp 0 us Mal orfagy flosiery © of Silk, with Pointex’ Heel “ONYX”"—denotes quality in hosiery HOME JOURNA les Octob: 9g | C | | } 4 APPROVED ) FrrsHMANn (just arrived, to roommate): “Aren’t they simply stunning! All mine are ‘ONYX’ too!” Senior (from doorway): “Well, I must admit you two young- sters have good taste!” | Onyx Hosiery Emery & Beers In all materials Company. Ine. ) { [ At the Detter J Sole Owners and ] " . , \ Wholesale Distributors | Shops Kverywhere New YorrR L— . pe "Pointex” / ? —] igs ¢ ~~) Om ta 2 THE PRESTIGE OF THE OHIO-TUEC is firmly founded on its efficiency and durability—not on words but deeds. Note the select company in which it is always found; observe the beauty of its design and consider its popular price, but judge it above all else for its cleaning power. “Cleans Without Beating and Pounding” Let us show you, in your own home, how it “Cleans Without Beating and Pounding.” Write for illustrated and instructive book- let and name of our nearest dealer. (Look for the red band.) THE UNITED ELECTRIC COMPANY, CANTON, OHiO Canadian Plant — Toronto, Ont DOES THE NURSING PROFESSION NEED NURSING? (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 158) principle that girls should never be told that there were mud puddles. Poor sacrifices to disease and ruin, how many of them might have been saved by the technical knowledge which every nurse obtains! Certainly it is not hard for me to under- stand the words of a leading Baltimore physician: ‘Both of my daughters are to study nursing,” he said to me one day. “I don’t care if they ever follow the profession ornot. What I care about is that they should get over the idea of life which they may have caught from an E. P. Roe novel. I want them to have ideals, not sentiment, and I don’t know where they would get such an education except in a training school.” As to the ‘“‘temptations”’ of which most fathers speak, I can honestly say that these are no more abundant in the nursing field thaninany other. We are, of course, thrown into constant association with men, but so is the girl who becomes a filing-clerk or a buyer of women’s waists or a secretary. How often do these fall in love with the man at the next desk! It is proverbial. The fact of it is that the nurse’s contacts are safe- guarded by a technical basis of communica- tion found in no other work. Generally, indeed, if you see a nurse’s and an intern’s head close together some place you may safely surmise that these are a few of the tender nothings that are being exchanged: “Will you hold the retractors?”’ “Is every- thing sterilized?” ‘‘How did the patient rest?’’ Right here, in fact, let me say that most institutions are very rigid in their rules regarding the social affiliations of intern and pupil nurse. Missed the Eligible Man HERE are some girls who are frankly attracted to nursing because of the oppor- tunities for meeting a possible husband. Asa matrimonial agency the profession certainly has its advantages. Numbers of my friends have married physicians. Fewer of them have married patients. Yet it is not well to rely too much upon either of these resources. A friend of mine puts thus pungently the experience of many a nurse. ‘I’ve been crossed in nursing,” she laments. ‘Do you know I’ve never had once for a patient the handsome, charming, eligible man that | used to dream about? In all these five years I’ve taken care of only elderly clubmen with gout and wattles, married men, alcoholics, drug fiends, ‘prep.’ schoolboys with appen- dicitis and engaged men that told me be tween rheumatic twinges how lovely their fiancée would look in that white cap of mine.” Ah, yes, the handsome, eligible patient is often a will o’ the wisp, and the trained nurse not infrequently goes back home to marry the perfectly healthy young wholesale grocer that she has known all her life. I am often asked whether there is “future” in the nursing profession. first reply to this question is a story. The other day I met on Fifth Avenue a classmate of mine whom I had not seen for several years. She was dressed in sables and labels, meaning by the latter that her suit was the kind that made your mind fly straight to the name of the French dress- maker printed inside. “Yes,” said she in reply to my widened eyes, “everything I have on to-day was given tome. And this is nothing. My life is a combination of Aladdin’s lamp and the traveling rug. For two years now I have been with the same rich family. They’ve given me everything from hundred-dollar checks to a Hartz Mountain canary, and any My DECORATION BY F BANOS BRUNNER they’ve taken me once to Europe and t across the continent. Meanwhile, I salting down my regular wage. Of cou: gets a little monotonous sometimes; ticularly when Mrs. Smythe goes to sle« the afternoon and I have to talk to parrot. That’s really my chief duty, tho for nobody’s been ill in the family sinc. | went there.” The career of this girl is by no m unusual. Very often wealthy families come so attached to a nurse that they her with them for years. And even 1 frequently a nurse who has established | nections with one or two fashionable p! cians is kept busy witb a group of profit patrons who always throw in costly gifts costly convalescence sojourns. Needless to say, a career limited to ice under such conditions is much less w: ing than the variegated one of the a hurse. There are other chances, too, for pr nence and gain in our profession. Sever nurses whom I know have become executive: of national organizations, devoted to son: phase of health protection. Still another js the well-paid head of a magazine department dedicated to hygiene. For the woman who is fortunate enoug to combine with her nurse’s training ability to speak and write, there are, in fact, mor and more opportunities to diverge from th usual activities. Here I am brought to another episod illustrating the broadened opportunities o/ the nursing field. Not long ago I spied a friend of min driving through the city street in a neat little coupé. : “What taxi line are you driving for?” | asked in my jocular way as she halted and took me in. “Oh, this is my own,” replied the fellow nurse. “TI just bought it a few weeks ago She told me then that she had speciali: in the administration of anzesthetics and wa now employed exclusively by one physicia: As a rule, she worked only two or three da out of the week and was paid forty-five d lars a week. Not only did she find the specializ duties more interesting, but her present | saved her from much of the drudgery customary conditions. “An Angel of God” T HAS lately been recognized that t) woman nurse is exceptionally valuable the administration of anesthetics, and t number of those who are limiting their service to this field is constantly increasil Likewise the nurse who specializes in othe surgical work has become less and less o phenomenon And it may be said of all specializat in the nursing profession that it is likely prolong your period of activity This is a brief outline of the “futu regarding which I have been questioned closing, however, I want to speak of anot kind of future. I have nursed amateur valids in homes from which I came aw with fifty-dollar umbrellas, and I h nursed in filthy Italian tenements wher came away with a kiss on my hand and t memory of some poor life-beaten, dog-| Latin mother crying out to me that I \ an angel from God. The latter seemed to 1 much the fuller reward. For, although may forget it in this day when spirituali seems more fashionable than spirituality is everlastingly true that he who loseth ! life shall gain it. And I know of other profession that offers so mu of this kind of gain. a a !

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A HOME JOURNAL 1s Wheat Bubbles ’ ° : at Night Puffed Wheat is whole wheat ker- nels puffed to eight times normal size. The grains are flimsy bubbles, four times as porous as bread. The flaky, toasted morsels crush at a touch. They taste like food con- fections. Think of serving whole wheat in this delightful form in milk. What an ideal good-night dish. Or for any hungry hour. mie , is * nt o ity Te ns I nd ; Y - al ~ ¢ | d With cream and sugar Thi k h P ff d . Id h Think of Puffed Rice, which tastes w i : Ww like bubbled nut meats. Think of such in at u e rains ou ave meant tidbits served with cream and sugar— ? what a breakfast dish they mean. When the mothers of today were children, In every way supreme Puffed Grains were unknown. ‘ ’ > Then vou had bread ia milk—or crackers But Puffed Grains are not mere delights. Think what toasted whole-wheat bubbles would hey are the best-cooked cereals in existence. have meant. They supply grain food with every food cell Think how breakfast would have seemed with broken, ready to digest. Thus every atom Puffed Rice on the table. Or the dish of fruit feeds. E with Puffed Grains blended in it. That is the object of this process. Ordinary Remember those hungry hours between meals. cooking breaks part of the food cells, but this | How you would have welcomed these airy, nut- method breaks them all. F s y like grains, touched with melted butter. Puffed Wheat in milk forms the utmost in a Blended with Fruit ta | food, and it doesn’t tax digestion. Think what these flimsy morsels add F Milli . to a dish of fruit. What a flaky crust unuons now enjoy them D h ? adds to shortcake or to pie. r o you serve enougn: Since then Prof. A. P. Anderson has learned : : eed how to puff these grains. In every kernel he You can serve Puffed Grains in many ways. creates a hundred million steam explosions. And there are three kinds, each with its own aS + Wheat and Rice grains are thus puffed to delights. . = ; eight times normal size. And pellets of corn Don't you often serve some lesser food when hearts, sweet and toasted, are puffed to airy a Puffed Grain would be better ? , globules. To meet different tastes and different ways y P Be. _. f Now every child can have three Puffed Grains of serving, you should keep all three Puffed € + FS ii | served in a dozen ways. And millions of chil- Grains on hand. Then let children eat them ; : dren enjoy them. as they will and as they like them best. | Puffed Puffed Corn : Wh Ri P ff With melted butter eat 1ce u S Crisp and lightly douse with melted { e dp The Three Bubble Grains butter for hungry children after school. : ° I | Also Puffed Rice Pancake Flour ft A Pancake Flour Like All Shot From Guns Nut Flour The grains are sealed in guns, then revolved for an hour in 550 de- im Sees iene Suffed Rice in an ideal grees of heat. When all the inner moisture is turned to steam the guns a Se eee ground Pu ed 7¢ R; nn ows are shot. Each separate food cell is exploded. And the grains come out : pancake mixture. The Puffed Rice flour in this fragile, flavory form, fitted for easy digestion. makes the pancakes fluffy and gives a nut- ; a like taste. You have never served a griddle In your soups : ' cake nearly so delicious. Ask for Puffed Rice T Q O © P ; : Pancake Flour. Then merely add milk or he uaker als mpany Crisp, toasted, airy wafers, ever- } water—the mixture is self-raising. Sole Makers ready.

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T H £ LADI.E Ss HOME JOURNAL October HE reason for juiceinthe orange Buy acanof this DIFFERENT coconut is the reason for milk in the today. You'll appreciate its unusual coconut—FLAVOR! And Baker's flavor for cakes, ples, ferevelelacmeet ete Fresh Grated Coconut, therefore, all other coconut dishes. Or, if you is canned WITH THE MILK. It is prefer the old-fashioned sugar-cured as fresh, juicy and wholesome as kind, ask for Baker's Dry-Shred the freshly picked nut. Coconut — sold in papier cartons. THE FRANKLIN BAKER COMPANY Philadelphia, Pa. lf Baker's Canned or Dry-Shred Coco Bits recipe for the coconut cake illus- nut is not obtainable at your groc ers, trated above will be found on the inner side of the can label A Free Recipe Booklet is also available for you or any friends you may mention Write for it send 20 cents in stamps for full sized can or package \nd please mention your deale rs name :4 1{\* : : ‘ a - AN co et lothe + partly It s » adc lo millions who live in the tropics, coconut is its staple EV aatel (ite) am teleys| It is eaten’ in some form at nearly every meal—sometimes prepare dasa iway nut as a valuable food product, but the U. S. Department of Agriculture lothe ’ 1 trac differ in an} _ vfwetable, sometimes as a dessert Not only d es thi fact establish co in Bulletin No. 28 classes it with the most valuable of staple foods

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r, 1920 HOME JOURNAL THE MAN AND HIS CLOTHES By John Chapman Hilder A Dinner Jacket Should Fit Like a Weill-Cut Sack Coat HERE are times in the affairs of almost every man when he must forswear the comfort and ease of ordi- nary clothes and array himself in the trap- pings of formality. And gosh, how the average man dreads it! If you have a husband there is little I can tell you about the masculine state of mind when it is confronted with the necessity of climbing into the royal regalia. You xnow how it is. You cough gently once or twice, as a signal that you are about to broach a painful subject; you sit on the arm of his chair and slowly but firmly draw the evening paper out of his nervous fingers. Not quite sure what choice morsel of news you are going to launch at him but very ertain that he is going to be given medicine f some sort, he raises a wary eye and grins yprehensively. When he is thoroughly on the defensive you begin, somewhat like this “Henry, dear, I wish it might have been 1y night except to-night, because I know uu must have had a hard day, but the Ble nkinsops are having a little bridge party ind I’m afraid ——” “Oh, golly,” groans Henry. “Have I got to go? Can’t you get George to take you? George loves that kind of thing. Besides, | haven’t got any shirts.” “T’m sorry,” you murmur, “ but I’m afraid you must go. Mrs. Blenkinsop is counting on you to be her partner. She said only this morning, in the butcher’s—when I told her how tired and busy you’d been lately—she aid it would ruin her party if you couldn’t e there. I tried my best to get you out of t, you see, but she wouldn’t hear of it and 1 bought you some new shirts and—please et ready as soon as you can.” He Will Look in the Long Mirror Wik a wry grimace Henry surrenders. For half an hour you hear him stomping ibout, talking in undertones to his collar and lis tie, communing more or less. vigorously vith his shirt studs and condemning the man vho first invented the stovepipe hat. And you smile to yourself because you know very vell that, deep down inside, Henry rather fancies himself in full dress; that at some time during the Blenkinsop séance you will catch him admiring himself in the long mirror by the side of the hatstand. The aversion of the male toward formal clothes springs partly from laziness and partly from hypocrisy. It seems to me that the sensible attitude to adopt toward evening dress and the cut- away is this: “Formal clothes are the survival of a tradition. They do not differ from everyday things in any useful way. They Evening Dress Should be Devoid of All Fancy Touches are a convention. They are considered as either a social passport or as the uniform of a head waiter. By adhering very closely to the best and most conventional standard of tastes in my choice of dress clothes and their appurtenances, I can get the utmost social and commercial value out of wearing them and at the same time minimize my resemblance to a head waiter. I will there- fore take the trouble to find out what con- stitutes formal dress as it ought to be and, having secured this information, which will probably not change radically during my natural life, I will conscie ntious ly apply it with as little fuss as possible.” Get a Happy-Medium Fit N BUYING evening clothes main considerations to be taken into ac count: Quality and fit. As they do with business suits, tailors and manufacturers make changes every now and then in the minor details of evening dress. This year they are advocating a notched lapel. A short time ago they advo- cated the peaked lapel. Next season, per- haps, they will revert to the “‘shawl” collar, which, properly speaking, has no lapels at all. The very fact that there are only three types of lapel and collar treatment, and that each type is made “fashionable,” in a sort of never-ending rotation, is proof that it doesn’t really matter whether a man wears one type or another. It is not necessary to discard a coat that has peaked lapels merely for the reason that this year they are selling the notched kind. No one will care whether a man is wearing last year’s style or that of the year before last, if the clothes are of good material, properly fitted and well kept. From observation I should say that there is a tendency among men to wear evening clothes made too big for them. As I have said in a previous article, | am by no means an admirer of the sausage-skin school of tailoring which insists on all the tightness the seams will bear. There is a happy me- dium. The full dress—swallowtail—coat should be snug around the collar and at the shoul- ders and there should be no pad- ding or stiffening in that part covering the neck and shoulder muscles. The back should be there are two The Cutaway Has Supplanted the Stately Frock Coat drawn in, tapering down to the waist, but it should not be drawn in so much that the wearer cannot raise both arms forward si- multaneously without ripping something. The best tailors have a trick of arranging a little fold of their cloth just behind and be- neath the armpits so that the arms may be raised in comfort. If the coat is made too tight the whole back of it wrinkles and binds and the collar hunches up with every movement. Providing that the build of the man inside it permits, the swallowtail coat is supposed to have a well-defined waist line. The skirts should be fairly full and the front, where it is cut away, should fall a trifle short of the bottom of the waistcoat—not because that is fashionable but because the line of white showing beneath the edges of the coat front relieves the monotony of the black Very young men make the mistake of wearing their dress trousers too older men make the mistake of wearing them too long. Trousers look best when they hang straight down, with a “break” of about half an inch over the instep. The dinner jacket, or tuxedo, which, to my mind, is far more becoming to men in gen eral than is the tailcoat and which will, I hope, some day supplant that fantastic gar- ment, is governed more or less by the same principles of fitting as the well-cut sack coat. It may be a little more snug, but it ought not to have too pronounced a curve-in at the sides. Men should avoid the appear- ance of being corseted. One real button and a real buttonhole are better than two button- holes and two buttons joined by a thread. The double-breasted dinner jacket is an in- novation that will not last. } + short; Avoid All Fancy Touches N CHOOSING evening clothes it is wise for a man to take the plainest he can possibly get, sedulously avoiding all fancy touches such as velvet collars, jet buttons, braided coat seams, satin cuffs on coat sleeves, slanted pockets and the rest of the tailoring falderals. Good materials and workmanship, good fitting—given these three essentials a man is assured of a suit that will remain “in style” for years. Keeping within convention’s bounds in the selection of accessories is one of the most important factors in dealing with formal dress. It is common to see men, well turned out in other respects, who have spoiled the general effect by going astray in some detail. 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All the usual shades and shapes dozen ; white or grey, 35c each, 3 for $1.00, $3.60 a dozen. Buy them 2 Seenetnees” are 20c each—3 for 50c—$1.80 a by the dozen for economy’s sake. Lady Dainty SHELL Harr Pins are made in all the smart shapes and in every size one can possibly need for the heaviest hair or the most elaborate coiffure. Their long, even points are smoothly finished by hand and the pins themselves are practically unbreakable. Shell, amber, or grey. 25c a box, at good stores everywhere. Send for the Colonial Quality Booklet Glonial ality Sa mstags (CUO 3 1200 Broadway URNAL October, | 99 THE MAN AND HIS CLOTHES (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 163) Others, though scrupulously correct in every other way, will commit the misdemeanor of allowing colored socks to show between trouser end and shoe. The details make or mar the whole. Beginning at the top, for full evening dress, we have the silk hat. There is no acceptable substitute for the silk hat. They do not look well on all men, but a man to whom they are unsuited must wear one with full dress, whether he likes them or not. With a dinner coat, however, the silk hat should never be worn. The derby or soft felt hat may be chosen. The collar for full dress should be a “poke” or a wing —never a_ turndown everyday collar. And the bow tie should always be whiteand home-tied. A din- ner jacket,on theother hand, makes permissible the use of a turnover collar, although the wing type, as shown, is preferable. The tie, with this coat, should always be black. There have been—and still are—compromise ties: White with black edging, black with white edging, and gray. But these are not good. Plain white with full dress or plain black with a dinner coat is the rule. Men who disregard this point—and it is very often disregarded—only render themselves liable to be mistaken for waiters. Plain Bosom Shirt Most Desirable VENING dress shirts have been a target for innovators without number. Not so long ago, when the dance fever was at its highest, we had an epidemic of tucked con- traptions which took all the distinction out of evening clothes. The day of the soft- bosomed dress shirt seems to have passed and we are thrown back once more on the staple lines. For downright old-fashioned smartness it is hard to beat the regular, plain starched, linen shirt. For the man who feels he must have something not so plain there are shirts with bosoms of piqué in minute and unas- suming patterns. Tucks and pleats do not go with full dress. For use with the tuxedo one can find shirts not so heavily starched and having rather simple groups of pleats. The old-time un- adorned plain bosom shirt remains the most desirable of all. And, of course, it has stiff cuffs. The waistcoat is another stumbling block, though why it should be I have never been able to fathom. The rules are simple and steadfast: White piqué with full dress, black with a dinner coat. A certain amount of latitude is allowed in dinner jacket waistcoats for the sake of those men who cannot bring themselves to be simple and wear waistcoats of the same cloth as the jacket itself. For them there are gorgeous affairs of black satin or flowered brocade—very nice if one happens to crave that sort of thing. The color scheme of evening dress being black and white, black should be the pre- dominating color of the socks. I personally can see no reason for wearing any except perfectly and totally black ones. But for those stalwarts whose artistic taste must be allowed to poke through at all times, there are black socks with white or gray clocks and black socks with a white lining that gives an effect of gray. Patent is the leather for formal dress—not calf, not vici kid, but patent leather. The high lights on it break the severity of the dull black trouser leg and altogether it is far more dressy, if you will pardon a word that happens to be as useful as it is unpleasant. There are three types of footgear: High, patent-leather button shoes with black calf uppers, pumps or laced hel The oxfords and the button shoes should have neither perforation nor stitch- Patent is the Leather ing across the toe. for Formal Dress The precise person is most particular about his shirt studs and links. It is supposed to be the thing to dif- ferentiate between studs worn with full dress and those worn with a dinner coat. Being only informally formal, one may wear gold in conjunction with the latter. But our really serious Correct Accessories Like These Mark the Well-Dressed Man Socks of This Type are in Perfect Good Taste exponents of Beau Brummel’s art frown at anything but pearl or platinum in full dress studdings. Just how grave a transgression it is to run counter to this dictum I am jot prepared to state. I agree, of course, that it is bad form to wear diamonds or other self-advertising minerals in a shirt-front. It seems to me that as between a modest stud rimmed with a thin line of gold and an equally modest one rimmed with platinum there is little to choose, whatever the degree of formality. The cuff links are usually made to match the studs, as also are the waistcoat buttons. I remember that some years ago there was quite a controversy as to the pro- priety of wearing watch chains with dress clothes. | have forgotten which side won, but I am inclined t believe the noes had it. To my eye, a watch chain ck tracts from, rather than en hances, the appearance of a man inevening things. Need- less to say, all those who differ from this view are at liberty to wear their chains. Formal dress has changed since father was a boy. The stately frock coat, attributed to Prince Albert, has fallen from grace except in political circles—and a good thing too. Not that the cutaway which has supplanted it is very much more beautiful, but, at least, it is less clumsy. You could put a boy of twenty into a frock coat and make him look thirty-five, but you can put a man of sixty into a cutaway and make him look forty. It is a matter of lines. The cutaway illustrated on page 163 is a good example of the garment as it is worn to-day. The materials may vary. Black is widely used, in serge, broadcloth or worsted; and dark Oxford gray is also popular. The coat may be braidedor siale-claed, according to individual taste. Here again the impor- tant thing is not whether the coat be braided or plain but whether it be of good stuff, well tailored. There should be a marked difference be- tween the gray of the coat—if it happens to be gray—and that of the trousers. These ought to be lighter and of a very fine stripe, the same length as that specified for evening trousers. Fancy Waistcoats Permissible ANCY waistcoats—that is to say, plain gray, tan or white ones—are permissible with the cutaway coat. They do not really look any richer than waistcoats which match the coat, but some men enjoy wearing them and usage—the only limiting factor of formal clothes—justifies them. The collar should be a wing; the tie a four-in-hand, Ascot or bow. The shirt should be linen and with stiff cuffs. The shoes may be either high button—or low, of patent leather, with stitched or perforated toe caps, a featur which differentiates them from evening shoes. Light pearl gray, fawn or white spats chamois gloves, and a silk hat—always a silk hat—complete the picture. In England they have evolved a variant of this costume which bears a relation to it analogous to the relation of the dinner coat to full evening dress. This is composed of a black sack coat and waistcoat, worn with gray striped trousers, a soft hat or derby and a wing collar with four-in-hand or bow. I might mention that a white tie is never worn by a well-dressed man with any excep! evening clothes. A white Ascot or stock wit! hunting or riding clothes, yes; white bows or knots with other clothes, never. And now we come to the overcoat. The Chesterfield is a very plain, dark gra or black coat, slightly shaped to the figure but not clinging—and made of some rath« smooth fabric. It ha a black velvet collar but ne belt or other e centricities. This ma be worn with form: dress of all kinds. The ulster is a trav eling and general uti! ity greatcoat and no! properly worn wit! formal clothes. But in very cold weather if the ulster wer: warmer than the Ches terfield, I should vot: for the ulster. A black broadclot! coat lined with mink, and with asable collar, is excellent for forma! wear on a winter night In fact, I advise every man who has a few thousand dollars to spare to invest in one.

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em : he av til nc it! ut 1e! iber, 1920 HOME JOURNAL ee / HEN you lay out his slippers fora com- fortable evening at home-—are they the kind you are proud to Have him wear even if friends drop in unexpectedly? Or do you feel that you must apologize because they are so shabby and unsightly? With genuine Daniel Green Comfys his slippers will give him the last word in comfort after a hard day at the office. Yet they will be as trim, shapely and good looking as his street shoes. Daniel Green Comfys for men come in soft, inconspicuous tans and grays in digni- hed designs thatare the height of good taste and they keep their shape to the very last. And for yourself our genuine Comfys give you a selection of fabrics, colors and designs that will harmonize with your choicest frock or filmy negligee. Daniel Green Comfys cost a little more at first but far less in the end. They last so much longerand keep their shape and good looks as long as they last. Don’t buy a slipper that is soon reduced to ugly shapelessness and shows in its shoddy cheapness the reason for its lower price. Ask for genuine Daniel Green Comfys and refuse to accept the showy imitations. Daniel Green Felt Shoe Co., 116 East 13th Street, New York. imme: Our trade mark as well as our shoes are being imi- tated. Look for the Daniel Green trade mark inside the scroll, and the Comfy green box+-they are for your protection. Daniel Green Comfy Slippers

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Tucker, Manager 311 California St., San Francisco A non-profit, co-operative association of gOOQ American citixens Almonds Finest in the world the Valleys of California “From ———— nourishment, they build sient tieetiiedans OL strong bodies. . of an? “fAanano antl seseees ’ La Sausca fearls One of the ifts that a , At your Jeweler’s. sway “ae Vay ~ * E JOURNAL October, | 929 crowded, down which he must move, sur- rounded yet alone. It had never occurred to him that he was in any danger, either from Louis Akers or from the unseen enemy he was fighting. He had a curious lack of physical fear. But once or twice that day, as he went about, he happened to notice a small man, foreign in appearance and shabbily dressed. He saw him first when he came out of the marriage- license office and again when he entered the bank. He had decided to tell Pink of his ap- proaching marriage and to ask him to be present. Yet in the end he did not tell Pink at all, for Pink came in with excitement writ- ten large all over him. “T sent for you,” he said, “and I think we’ve got something at last. One of our fellows has just been in, that storekeeper I told you about from Friendship, Cusick. He says he has found out where they’re meeting, back in the hills. He’s made a map of it. Look, here’s the town, and here’s the big hill. Well, be- A POOR WISE MAN (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 20) printers, in their shirt sleeves, kept guar at both the front and rear entrances. Doyle sat with his back to the light, an seated across from him, smoking a chea; cigar, was the storekeeper from Friendship Cusick. In a corner on the table, scowling sat Louis Akers. “T don’t know why you're so suspicious Jim,” he was saying. ‘Cusick says the stal about the Federal agents went all right.” “T think, Akers,”’ Doyle observed, “ that you are letting your desire to get this Cam eron fellow run away with your judgment If we get him and Denslow there are a hundred others ready to take their places. “T’ve told you,” Akers said sulkily “They’ve got their records somewhere We’ve located one outfit, but they’ll not ‘bi caught again like that. We want their du plicate files.” “Triplicate,” corrected Cusick. “TI signed three cards.” “All right. Triplicate.” “You think you'll make them tell?” hind it, about a mile and a half, there’s a German outfit, a family witha farm. They’re using the barn, the leaders are, according to this chap. The family has an alibi. It goes in to the movies in the town on meeting nights. The place has been searched twice, but he says they have a sys- tem of patrols that gives them warning.” Both men were silent. If their information was cor- rect, it was vital. “T had to swear to keep it to ourselves,” Pink said. “Cusick won’t let the Federal agents in on it. They’ve raided him twice, and he’s sick as a poisoned pup.” “How about the county detectives?” bi OU know them. They’re good on a sure thing. But we’d better find out for ourselves first.” Willy Cameron smiled. “‘What you mean is that it’s too good a thing to throw to the other fellow. Well, I’m on, if you want me. But I’m no detective.” Pink had come armed for just such surrender. He pro- duced a road map of the county and spread it on the desk. “‘Here’s the main road to Friendship,” he said, ‘and here’s the road they use. But here’s another way, back of the hills.” “All right,” said Willy Cameron. “We use that road and get to the farm, and what then? Surrender?” “Not on your life. We hide in the barn. That’s all.” ““That’s enough. They'll search the place, automatically. You are not talking detective stuff. You’re talking suicide.” But his mind was working rapidly. He was a country boy and he knew barns. There would be other outbuildings, too, probably a number of them. And the infor- mation was too detailed to be put aside lightly. “When does he think they will meetagain?” “That’s the point,” said Pink eagerly. “The family has been all over the town this morning. It is going on a picnic, and he says those picnics of theirs last half the night. What he got from the noise they were making was that they were raising dust again, and something’s on for to-night.” “They'll leave somebody there. Their stock has to be looked after.” “This fellow says they drop everything and go—the whole outfit.” UT Willy Cameron was a Scot by descent and hard-headed. “It looks too simple, Pink,” he said reflectively. ‘‘What do we know about Cusick?” “One of the best men we’ve got. They’ve fired his place once, and he’s keen to get them.” “You’re anxious to go?” “T’m going,” said Pink cheerfully. “Then I’d better go along and look after you. But I tell you how I seeit. After I’ve done that I’ll go as far as you like. Either there is nothing to it and we’re fools for our pains, or there’s a lot to it and, in that case, we are a pair of double-distilled lunatics to go there alone.” Pink laughed joyously. Life had been very dull for him since his return from France. At the same time another conversation was going on in the rear room of a small printing shop in the heart of the city. It went on to the accompaniment of the rhythmic throb of the presses, while two “Who? Me? I'll not be there.’’ Akers rose and stretched himself. “‘ But there are ways of making them tell.” XXXVI LLEN was greatly dis- turbed. At three o’clock that afternoon she found Edith and announced her intention of going out. “I guess you can get the supper for once,” she said ungra- ciously. Edith looked up at her with wistful eyes. “I wish you didn’t hate me so, Ellen.”’ “T don’t hate you.”’ Ellen was slightly mollified. ‘But when I see you trying to put your burdens on other peo- ple ——” Edith got up then and rather timidly put her arms around Ellen’s neck. ‘I love him so, Ellen,” she whis pered, “‘and I’ll try so hard to make him happy.” Unexpected tears came into Ellen’s eyes. She stroked the girl’s fair hair. “‘Never mind,” she said. ““The Good Man’s got a way of fixing things to suit him self. And I guess He knows best.” Mrs. Boyd was sleeping. Edith went back to her sew- ing. She had depended all her life on her mother’s needle, and now that that had failed her she was hastily putting some clothing into repair. In the kitchen near the stove the suit she meant to be married in was hung to dry, after pressing. She was quietly happy. Willy Cameron found her there. He told her of Mrs. Davis’ death, and then placed the license on the table at her side. ‘I think it would be better to-morrow, Edith,’ he said. He glanced down at the needle in her unac customed fingers; she seemed very appeal ing, with her new task and the new light in her eyes. “T had to tell mother, Willy.” “That’s all right. Did it cheer her any?”’ “Wonderfully. She’s asleep now.” H* WENT up to his room, and for some time she heard him moving about. Then she heard the scraping of his chair as he drew it to his desk, prt pest wondered. When he came down he had a sealed en- velope in his hand. “I am going out, Edith,” he said. ‘I shall be late getting back, and I am going toask you to do something for me.” She loved doing things for him. She flushed slightly. “Tf I am not back here by two o’clock to- night,” he said, “I want you to open that letter and read it. Then go to the nearest telephone, and call up the number -I’ve written down. Ask for the man whose name is given, and read him the message.” “Willy!” she gasped. “You are doing something dangerous!” “What I really expect,” he said, smiling down at her, “‘is to be back, feeling more or less of a fool, by eleven o’clock. I’m prv- viding against an emergency that will almost surely never happen, and I am depending on the most trustworthy person I know.” Very soon after that he went away. She sat for some time after he had gone, fingering the blank white envelope and wondering, a little frightened, but very proud of his trust. Dan came in and went up thé stairs. That reminded her of the dinner, and she sat down in the kitchen with a pan of potatoes on her knee. As she pared them she sang. CONTINUED ON PAGE 168 f r, 19 I wit all lod: pin § clot 1 Cor wit you wal inte reft eag anc the I app ove a tr Ro 7 Yo you sim cor 4 in Cre bea cia] au | of ( Jor sive thr Gr sto! giv ™~

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There are styles for every room in the house. u | ; Sanitas is a cloth wall-covering, machine-painted in durable oil colors that do not fade, crack or peel. It is hung quickly, just like wall-paper. Any time you wish to change the decorative scheme of a room, repaint the Sanitas and work over to secure any desired effect. This permanency makes Sanitas the most economical wall-covering over a period of years. See these new designs at your decorator’s or aa ah é €% Write us for Booklet and Samples. LL Address the Manufacturers of SANITAS MODERN WALL COVERING 320 Broadway, Dept. 1, New York hs st sat 7 " Styles for every room in the house ame = . - * ows A POOR WISE MAN (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 166) She was still singing when Ellen came back. Something had happened to Ellen. She stood in the kitchen, her hat still on, drawing her cotton gloves through her fin- gers and staring at Edith without seeing her. ‘*You’re not sick, are you? Ellen putdown her gloves and slowly took off her hat, still with theabsorbed eyes of a sleep-walker. “T’m not sick,” she said at last. “T’ve had bad news.” “Sit down and I'll make you a cup of tea. Then maybe you'll feel like talking.” “T don’t want any tea. Do you know that that man Akers has married Lily Car- dew?” Ellen’s voice was terrible. ‘And all the time knowing that you She’s at home, the poor child, and mademoiselle just sat and cried when she told me. It’s a secret,” she added fiercely. ‘“‘ You keep your mouth shut about it. She never lived with him. She left him right off. I wouldn’t know it now, but the servants were talking about the house being forbidden to him, and I went straight to mademoiselle. I said: ‘You keep him away from Miss Lily, be- cause I know something about him.’ It was when I told her that she said they were married.” She went out and up the stairs, moving slowly and heavily. DITH sat still, the pan on her knee, and thought. Did Willy know? Was that why he was willing to marry her? Something very near the truth flashed into her mind and stayed there. In the end she began to feel that the new situation rendered her own position more secure, even justified her own approaching marriage. Since Lily was gone, why should she not marry Willy Cameron? She moved about the kitchen, making up the fire, working automatically in that methodless way that always set Ellen’s teeth on edge, and thinking. But subconsciously she was listening too. She heard Dan go into his mother’s room and close the door. She was bracing herself against his coming down Dan was difficult those days at the best The strike was on his nerves. He wanted to work, to earn again, but the Cardew Mills were still down. He would have broken with his local union, but he hesitated to do so, be cause he had a certain influence there Edith heard him coming down at last and, suddenly remembering the license, hid it in a drawer. She knew that he would destroy it if he saw it Dan’s face justified the move. He came “in and stood glowering at her, his hands in his pockets. “‘What made you tell that lie to mother?” he demanded. *‘She was worried, Dan. And it will be true to-morrow. You—Dan, you didn’t tell her it was a lie, did you?” “T should have, but I didn’t. What do you mean—it will be true to-morrow?” “We are going to be married to-morrow.” “T’ll lock you up first,” he declared an- grily. “I’ve been expecting something like that. I’ve watched you, and I’ve scen you watching him. You will not do it, do you hear? Do you think I’d let you get away with that? Isn’t it enough that he’s got to support us, without your coaxing him to marry you?” When she made no reply he called to the dog and went out into the yard. S' JPPER was very silent. Noone ate much, and Ellen, coming down with the tray, re- ported Mrs. Boyd as very tired and wanting to settle dc wnearly. ‘‘She looks bad to me,” she said to Edith. “I think the doctor ought to see her.”’ “T’ll go and send him.” Edith was glad to get out of the house. She had avoided the streets lately, but as it was the supper hour the pavements were empty. Only Joe Wilkinson, bareheaded, stood in the next doorway, and smiled and flushed slightly when he saw her. ‘“ How’s your mother?” he asked. **She’s not so well. I’m going to get the doctor.” “Do you mind if I get my hat and walk there with you?” “T’m going somewhere else from there. “Well, I'll walk a block or two, anyhow.”’ She waited impatiently. She liked Joe, but she did not want him then. ” She wan to think plan, alone in the open Joe came out almost imm: ately, followed by a string o little Wilkins: clamoring to along. ek ye mind?” hea her. ‘They trail along hind. The Pp kids don’t out much.” ‘Bring t} along, of cour she said, sor what resign and with a fi of her old sp “T might | brought Jinx t Then we'd ha had a real pro cession.” They move down the street with five little Wilkinsons trailing along |x hind. “You don’t look well,” he said. “ You'r wearing yourself out taking care of you mother, Edith.” “IT don’t do much for her.” 2 OU’D say that, of course. You're ver unselfish.” “Am I?” She laughed a little, but th words touched her. ‘ Don’t think I’m better than I am, Joe.” “You're the most wonderful girl in th: world. I guess you know how I feel about that.” “Don’t, Joe!” But at that moment a very little Wilkinso: fell headlong and burst into loud, despairing wails. Joe set her on her feet, brushed hx down with a fatherly hand, and on her r fusal to walk farther picked her up an carried her. The obvious impossibility going on with what he had been saying ma him smile sheepishly. “Can you beat it?” he said helpless “These darn kids!” But he held the chi close. At the next corner he turned toward ho Edith stopped and watched his valiant youn; back, his small train of followers. He was going to be very sad when he knew, poor Jo with his vicarious fatherhood, his cluttered noisy, anxious life. From the doctor’s office, the waiting roo: lined with patient figures, she went on. Shi had a very definite plan in mind, but it too} all her courage to carry it through. Out side the Benedict Apartments she hesitat but she went in finally, upheld by sheer «i termination. rhe chair at the telephone desk was emp but Sam remembered her. ‘ He’s out, mi he @id. ‘“‘He’s out most all the time n with the election coming on.” ‘*What time does he usually get in?”’ ‘Sometimes early, sometimes late,” s Sam, watching her. Everything pertaining to Louis Akers wa of supreme interest those days to the Be: dict employees, and Sam was trying to fit Edith’s visit with the other happenings. “You might go up and wait for him,” S: suggested; “‘that is, if it’s important.” ‘“Tt’s very important.”’ He threw open the gate of the elevator hospitably. T HALF PAST ten o’clock that nig)it Louis Akers went back to his rooms. The telephone girl watched him sharply he entered. ‘‘ There’s a lady waiting for y Mr. Akers.” He swung toward her eagerly. “A lad Did she give any name?” “No. Sam let her in and took her up; said he thought you wouldn’t mind. She ( been here before. The thought of Edith never entered Ake head. It was Lily, miraculously come ba: to him—his wife. It was the bitterness « his disappointment that made him bruta Edith, listening for his step, was startled the change in his face when he saw her. “You!” he said thickly. “What are y doing here?” “I’ve been waiting all evening. I want ask_you something.” He flung his cap into a chair and faci her. “Well?” “Ts it true that you are married to Li Cardew?” “Tf I am, what are you going to d about it?” “T only heard it to-day. I must know Lou. It’s awfully important.” “What did you hear?” CONTINUED ON PAGE 171 sae RMN Bi ah

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\\ N . A POOR WISE MAN MiG x ! : \ NM s ~' (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 168) *y av ) -y ny , . Woy , “T heard you were mar-___ was well after eight o’clock and fairly dark near him, running also, a “< ried; that she had left you.” before they came within sight of the farm but he could see nothing. Sa It seemed to him in- credible that she had ome there to taunt him, she who was re- ponsible for the shipwreck of his marriage. He pulled himself together. “It’s true enough. She didn’t leave me. She was taken away. And I’ll get her back if I You little fool, I ought to kill you. If you vanted a cheap revenge you've got it.” “T don’t want revenge, Lou.” He caught her by the arm. ‘Then what brought you here?” “T wanted to be sure Lily Cardew was married.” “Well, she is. What about it?” “That’s all.” “That’s not all. What about it?” She looked up at him gravely. “Because, if she is I am going to marry Mr. Cameron to-morrow.” At the sight of his astounded face she went on hastily: “‘He knows, Lou, and he offered, anyhow.” “‘ And what,” he said slowly, “‘has my wife to do with that?” “T wanted to be fair to him. And I think he is—I think he used to be terribly in love with her.” Quite apart from his increasing fear of Willy Cameron and his committee, there had been in Akers for some time a latent jealousy. In a flash he saw the room at the St. Elmo, anda cold-eyed man inside the doorway. The humiliation of that scene had never left him. A mad anger and jealousy made him suddenly reckless. “CO,” HE said, “he is terribly in love with my wife, and he intends to marry you. That’s—interesting. Because, my sweet child, he will never marry you or marry anybody.” “Lou!” “Listen,” he said deliberately. “‘Men who stick their heads into the lion’s jaws are apt to lose them. Our young friend Cameron has done that. I’ll change the figure: When a man tries to stop a great machine by put- ting his impudent fingers into the cogwheels, the man’s a fool. He may lose his hand or he may lose his life.” Fortunately for Edith he moved on that speech to the side table to select a cigar from the humidor there. It gave her a moment to ummon her scattered wits. “If you mean e is in danger, I don’t believe it.” “All right, sweetheart. I’ve told you That is,” he added slowly, “I’ve warned yu. You’d better warn him. He’s doing is best to get into trouble.” She knew him well, saw the craftiness come back into his eyes, and met it with equal trategy. “‘I’ll tell him,” she said, moving oward the door. ‘You haven’t scared me or a minute and you won’t scare him.” She was through the doorway by that time, and in terror for fear, having told her so much, he would try to detain her. She saw the idea come into his face, too, just as she slipped outside. Hemadeamovetowardher. “I think——” She slammed the door and ran down the hallway toward the stairs. She heard him pen the door and come out into the hall, ut she was well in advance and running like i deer. “Edith!” he called. She stumbled on the second flight of tairs and fell half a dozen steps but she pieked herself up and ranon. At the bottom f the lower flight she stopped and listened. He had gone back; she heard the slam of his loor as he closed it. She shot through the lobby past the star- ng telephone girl and into the street, and there settled down into steady running, her elbows close to her sides, trying to remember to breathe slowly and evenly. She must get iome somehow, get the envelope and follow the directions inside. It was almost eleven o'clock and Willy had been gone for hours. XXXVII T SOMETHING after seven o’clock that night Willy Cameron and Pink Denslow reached that point of the Mayville road which had been designated by the store- keeper, Cusick. They left the car there, hid- den in a grove, and struck off across country to the west. They advanced with infinite caution, for the évening was still light. Going slowly, it buildings in the valley below. Long un- painted, they were barely discernible in the shadows of the hills. The land around had been carefully cleared, and both men were dismayed at the difficulty of access without being seen. “Doesn’t look very good, does it?”’ Pink observed. ‘I will say this, for seclusion and keeping away unwanted visitors, it has it all over any dugout I ever saw in France.” “*Listen!’”’ Willy Cameron said tensely. HEY stood on the alert, but only the evening sounds of country and forest re- warded them. “What was it?” Pink inquired after per- haps two minutes of waiting. “Plain scare on my part probably. I don’t so much mind this little excursion, Pink, as I hate the idea that a certain gentle- man named Cusick may have a chance to come to our funerals and laugh himself to death.” When real darkness had fallen, they had reached the lower fringe of the woods. Pink had the fault of the city dweller, however, of being unable to step lightly in the dark, and their progress had been less silent than it should have been. In spite of his limp Willy Cameron made his way with the in- stinctive knowledge of the country-bred boy, treading like a cat. ‘Pretty poor,” Pink said in a discouraged whisper after a twig had burst under his foot with a report like the shot of a pistol. “ You travel like a spook, while I ——” “Listen, Pink. I’m going in alone to look around. Stop muttering and listen to me. It’s poor strategy not to have a reserve some- where, isn’t it?” “I’m a poor prune at the best,” Pink said stubbornly; “but I am not going to let you go into that place alone. You can rave all you want.” “Very well. Then we'll both stay here. You are about as quiet as a horse going through a corn patch.” After some moments Pink spoke again. “Tf you insist on stealing the whole show,” he said sulkily, “what am I to do? Run to town for help if you need it?” “I’m not going to round up the outfit, if there is one. I haven’t lost my mind. I'll see what is going on or about to goon. Then I'll come back.” ““Here?”’ Cameron considered. “‘ Better meet at the machine,” he decided after a glance at the sky. “In half an hour you won't be able to see your hand in front of you. Wait here for half an hour or so, and then start back, and for heaven’s sake don’t shoot at anything you see moving. Asa matter of fact, I might as well have your revolver. I won’t need it, but it may avoid any accidental shooting by a youth I both love and admire.” “Tf I hear any shooting I'll come in,” Pink said, still sulky. “Come in and welcome,” said Willy Cam- eron, and Pink knew he was smiling. E TOOK the revolver and slipped away into the darkness, leaving Pink both melancholy and disturbed. Unaccustomed to night in the woods, he found his nerves twitching at every sound. In the war there had been a definite enemy, definitely placed. Even when he had gone into that vile strip between the trenches, there had been a gen eral direction for the inimical. Here —— He moved carefully, and stood with his back against a tree. Time dragged on. Pink’s mind, gradually reassured, turned to other things. He thought of Lily Cardew, for one. Like Willy Cameron, he knew he would always love her, but unlike Willy, the first pain of her loss was gone. He was glad that time was over. He —— Someone was moving near him, passing within twenty feet. Whoever it was was stepping cautiously but blunderingly. Be- fore Pink could decide on a line of action, the sound was lost. Every sense acute, he waited. Suddenly he saw a red flash near the barn and heard the report of a pistol. Came im- mediately after that a brief fusillade of shots, a pause, then two or three scattering ones. With the first shot Pink started running. He was vaguely conscious of other steps His whole mind was set on finding Willy Cameron. Alone he had not a chance, but two of them together could put up a fight. Another shot was fired. They hadn’t got him yet, or they wouldn’t be shooting. He raised his voice in a great call. “‘Cam- eron! Here! Cameron!” He ran into a low fence then, and it threw him. He had hardly got to his knees before the other running figure had hurled itself on him, and struck him with the butt of a re- volver. He dropped flat and lay still. For weeks Woslosky had known of the growing strength of the Vigilance Commit- tee, and that it was arming steadily. It threatened absolutely the success of the so- called revolution. Even the election of Akers and the changes he would make in the city police, even the ruse of other strikes and machine-made riotings to call away the state troops—none of these, nor all of them, would be effectual against an organized body of citizens duly called to the emergency. ND such an organization was already effected. Within a week, when the first card reached his hands, it had grown to re- spectable proportions. Woslosky went to Doyle, and they made their countermoves quickly. No more violence. A seemingly real but deceptive orderliness. They were deal- ing with inflammatory material, however, and now and then it got out of hand. So Woslosky, while watching the growth of Willy Cameron’s organization and holding in check the violent passions he had himself roused, discovered these certain things: That the organization’s growth was coin- cident with a new interest in local politics, as though some vital fuse had awakened the plain people to a sense of responsibility. That a drug clerk named Cameron was the founder and moving spirit of the league and was using Hendricks’ candidacy as a means, rousing the city to a burning patriotic activ- ity that Mr. Woslosky regarded as pernicious. And that this same Willy Cameron had apparently a knowledge of certain plans, which was rather worse than pernicious. For instance, there were the lists of the various city stores and their estimated con- tents, missing from Mr. Woslosky’s own inconspicuous trunk in a storage house. On that had been based the plan for feeding the revolution, by the simple expedient of ex- changing by organized pillage the contents of the city stores for foodstuffs from the farmers in outlying districts. Mr. Woslosky began to find this drug clerk, with the ridiculous name, getting on his nerves. He considered him a dangerous enemy to progress, that particular form of progress which Mr. Woslosky advocated, and he suspected him of a lack of ethics re- garding trunks in storage. But, after due consideration, he considered him more valu- able alive than dead, fora time at least. Once they secured the location of the triplicate files, for instance, it became immaterial what happened to Willy Cameron. But the plan concerning the farmhouse was, in the end, devised by Louis Akers. Woslosky was skeptical. It was true that Cameron might stick his head into the lion’s jaws; still, precautions had been known to be taken at such times to prevent their closing. But the Pole was desperate. E TOOK six picked men with him that afternoon to the farm and made a strategic survey of the situation. The house was closed and locked, but he was not con- cerned with the house. Cusick had told Den- slow the meetings were held late at night in the barn, and to the barn Woslosky repaired with a sawed-off shotgun under his coat, and inspected the place with his evil smile. Two men, young and reckless, might easily plan to conceal themselves under the hay in the loft and Woslosky put down his gun and went into the cow fon below, whistling softly to himself. ‘He gathered some eggs from the feed boxes, carrying them in his hat and, breaking the lock of the kitchen door, he and his outfit looted the closet there and had an early supper, being careful to extinguish the fire afterward.

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————— A POOR WISE MAN (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 171) Not until dusk was falling did he post his men, three outside among the outbuildings, one as a sentry near the woods and two in the barn itself. He himself took up his sta- tion inside the barn door, sitting on the floor with his gun across his knees. Looking out from there he saw the sharp flash of a hastily extinguished match and snarled with anger. He had forbidden smoking. “T’ve got to go out,” he said cautiously. “Don’t you fools shoot me when I come back.” He slipped out into what was by that time complete blackness. OME five minutes later he came back, still noiselessly and treading like a cat. He could only locate the barn door by feeling for it and, above the light scraping of his fingers, he could hear inside cautious footsteps over the board floor. He scowled again. Curse such quiet, anyhow! But he had found the doorway, and was feeling his way through when he found himself caught and violently thrown. The fall and the surprise stunned him. He lay still for an infuriated helpless second, with a knee on his chest and both arms tightly held, to hear one of his own men above him saying: “Got him all right. Woslosky, you’ve got the rope, haven’t you?” **You fool!”’ snarled Woslosky from the floor; ‘‘let me. up. You’ve half killed me. Didn’t I tell you I was going out?” He scram- bled to his feet, and to an as- tounded silence. “But you came in a couple of min- utes ago. Some- body came in. You heard him, Cusick, didn’t you?” Woslosky whirled and closed and fastened the barn doors, and. almost with the same movement drew a searchlight and flashed it over the place. It was apparentlyempty. The Pole burst into blasphemous anger, punctuated with sharp ques- tions. Both men had heard the cautious entrance they had taken for his own, both men had remained silent and unsuspicious, and both were positive whoever had come in had not gone out again. H* STATIONED one man at the door and commenced a merciless search. The summer’s hay filled one end, but it was closely packed below and offered no refuge. Armed with the shotgun, and with the flash in his pocket, Woslosky climbed the ladder to the loft, going softly. He listened at the top, and then searched it with the light, holding it far to the left for a possible bullet. The loft was empty. He climbed into it and walked over it, gun in one hand and flash in the other, searching for some buried figure. But there was nothing. The loft was fragrant with the newly dried hay, sweet and empty. Wos- losky descended the ladder again, the flash extinguished, and stood again on the barn floor, considering. Cusick was a man with- out imagination, and he had sworn that some- one had come in. Then Suddenly there was a whir of wings out- side and above, excited flutterings first, and then a general flight of the pigeons who roosted on the roof. Woslosky listened and slowly smiled. “We've got him, boys,” he said without excitement. ‘Outside, and call the others. He’s on the roof.” Cusick whistled shrilly, and as the Pole ran out he met the others coming pell-mell toward him. He flung a guard of all five of them around the barn and himself walked off a hundred feet or so and gazed upward. The very outline of the ridge pole was indis- tinguishable, and he swore softly. In the hope of drawing an answering flash he fired, but without result. The explosion echoed and reéchoed, died away. He called to Cusick and had him try the same experiment, following the line of the gutter as nearly as possible in the darkness, on that side, and emptying his revolver. Still silence. Woslosky began to doubt. The pigeons might have seen his flashlight, might have heard his own stealthy movements. He was intensely irritated. The shooting, if the alarm had been false, had ruined everything. He saw, as in a vision, Doyle’s sneering face

when he told him. Beside him Cusick wa reloading his revolver in the darkness. Then out of the night came a call from th. direction of the woods, and unintelligible a; that distance. “‘What’s that?” Cusick said hoarsely. Woslosky made no reply. He was listen ing. Someone was approaching, now run ning, now stopping as though confused Woslosky held his gun ready and waited Then from a distance he heard his nam called. He stepped inside the door of th barn and showed the light for a moment. Soon after the sentry floundered in, breath less and excited. ‘‘I got one of them,”’ he gasped. “Hit him with my gun.” “Did you call out or did he?” “He did. That’s how I knew it wasn’t one of our fellows. He called Cameron, so he’s the other one.” \ OSLOSKY drew a deep breath. Then it was Cameron on the roof. Cameron they wanted. ‘He'll sleep for an hour or two, if he eve: wakes up,”’ Pink’s assailant boasted. But Woslosky was taking no chances that night. It was He sent two men after Pink and be- gan to pace the floor thoughtfully. If he could have waited fordaylight it would have been simple enough, but he did not know how much time he had. He did not underestimate Cameron’s intelli- gence, and it had occurred to him that that young Scot might cannily have provided against his failure to return. Then, too, the state con- stabulary had an uncomfortable habit of riding lonely back roads at night, and shots could be heard a long distance off. He had never surveyed the barn roof closely, but he knew that it was steeply pitched. Cameron, then, was probably braced somewhere in the gutter. The departure of the two men had left him shorthanded, and he waited impa- tiently for their return. With a ladder, provided it could be quietly placed, a man could shoot from a corner along two sides of the roof. With two ladders, at diagonal corners, they could get him. But they would probably kill him, and Woslosky wanted him alive, if possible. He went out, and standing close against the wall for protection, called up. “We know you're there, Cameron,” he said. “If you come down we won’t hurt you. If you don’t we'll get you, and you know it.” But he received no reply. Soon after that the two men carried i Pink Denslow and laid him on the floor « the barn. Then Woslosky tried again; more rec! less this time with anger. He stood ou somewhat from the wall and called: ‘On more chance, Cameron, or we’ll put a bulle! through your friend here. Come down, o: we'll “4

OMETHING struck him heavily and h: fell with a bullet in the shoulder. H: struggled to his feet and gained the shelte: of the wall, his face twisted with pain. “All right,” he said, “‘if that’s the way yo feel about it.” He regained the barn and had his arm sup ported in an extemporized sling. Then hi ordered Pink to be tied and, fighting dow: his pain, considered the situation. Caméro! was on the roof and armed. Even if he ha no extra shells he still had five shots in re serve, and he would not waste any of them Whoever tried to place a ladder would be done in at once; whoever attempted to fol low him to the roof by way of the loft would be shot instantly. And his own condition demanded haste; the bullet, striking from above, had broken his arm, Every move ment was torture. He thought of setting fire to the barn Then Cameron would have the choice of two things, to surrender or to be killed. He might get some of them first, however. Well, that was part of the game. He delivered a final ultimatum from th« shelter of the doorway. “I’ye just thought of something, Cameron,” he called. “We're going to fire the barn. Your young friend is here, tied, and we'll leave him here. Do you CONTINUED ON PAGE 175

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=~ ere VS Au nt jem I ma saved the (dlonels mustache TO DOUBT there was a day when Colonel Higbee had no mustache: yet, no picture of him as a bo having come down to us, it is impossible to state olute assurance that this was the case Colonel's fame, like that of many another historical ge, is a reflected glory. But for his famous cook, emima, he might indeed be quite forgotten, like southern gentlemen of those days before the war. know him only with his mustache and his goatee. er he was born with these or not, he has them on y we first meet him—the day Jemima, then a girl teen, saved his mustache to posterity, and started on the road to a fame that lasts until this day. not to be supposed that the Colonel’s mustache taken with levity. He himself was prouder of of any other thing, except his reputation as a host they do say that there was one night at a ball in w Orleans when his mustache led. him—but that is story. . t be sufficient now to say that at that ball the slonel invited the Carters, the Southwoods, and the ills to come up and visit him at Rosemont, his big ion manse. what he said to them, of course we cannot know. can well believe his persuasions were not entirely 1m promises; it is probable thet be even bragged or, on this day of their expected arr:val, Rosemont deniably, completely ready. great storerooms fairiy bulged with provisions— iams and butter and eggs and rice; with barrels meal, wheat flour and ‘lasses. The chickens and according to Uncle Eben, were ‘‘zackly as dey e fo’ roastin’ toa turn.”” And in each guest chamber cut flowers marked the final touch. The Colonel unknow- As the early Orleans not the final touch—quite. reserved that for himself. T H E HOME JOURNAL boat plodded around the bend he put it i last deft twist ol [Then down to the landing he went Such cordial greetings, such gentle courtesies as those were, we seldom see nowadays And it was a happy mansion whose beckoned the party that betook itself to the stately doors, swung open wide, welcome of Rosemont. ACK in the great kitchen, however, there was one who was quite unhappy —Eliza, the Colonel's old mammy cook. With her head wrapped in cold cloths, her bulky form bent far over on her folded arms, she sat —a picture of pain. Her daughter Jemima, first helper in the kitchen, Breakfast to get for all those guests. Her mother to care for. hardly knew which way to turn. Things had come to a sorry state in the kitchen. All this Mose, the negro butler, had taken in at a glance, and he tarried just long enough to enlighten poor Aunt Eliza on the cause. “Didn't Ah tells yo’ las’ night as how some ‘fliction was comin’ when dat black debbil bird come flyin’ into dis yeah kitchen? Ah jes knowed it.” With that he disappeared around the corner of the house —to find the Colonel. ‘ " ‘Good Lawd, massa, Aun’ ’Liza’s got a mis’ry! Mose wasted no words when he got the Colonel’s ear. He said enough; the Colonel understood, but what to do he did not know. The guests were making ready for breakfast—and there was no breakfast. Now at stake was his whole reputa- tion as a host—his precious reputation, and his pride. If only Jemima, he thought—but no—she was just a girl; she couldn’t get this breakfast. OMEHOW Mose beat the Colonel to the kitchen by a dozen steps. ‘“Somethin’s got to be done,” he lurted, “erde Cunnel'l have hiswhiskers twisted plumb off.” “Good Lawd, massa, Aun’ ’Liza’s got a mis’ry!” That the Colonel might have done, too, if Aunt Eliza hadn’t calmed him with quick words. She told him how her mother heart had often been thrilled by Jemima’s unusual skill in the kitchen, and the planter watched with satisfaction how she went ahead with the work. ‘“ You all’s gwine ter have a great s’prise dis mawnin’,”’ the old mammy said assuringly as he left So yaw AST was ready very close to the chosen time It was not exactly as planned the night before; som things were left out; one was added pancakes. But, from the preference of the guests, everything it seemed might have been left out except butter and molasses and those pancakes. How they did go! Che Colonel was in the height of his glory. His repu tation was saved and his must he too, ti en perhaps hn f salt never realiaed | — to! i 10 y ne y he was tl W \ er. | ( e immediately to tl | é f this mawnin’, Jemima,’’ he uid From now ma 1y can just rest \ t i | le yo’ heart, whatever yo’ want yo’ shall have ition of the ear] HAT, friends, is a story from trad life of the Aunt Jemima you know. Today her pan- cakes are America’s favorite breakfast —so rich, so tender, so fine-flavored. And so easy to make, for her recipe—the recipe she used that morning—is ready mixed in the pan- All one needs to add cake flour that bears her name is water! “I’s in town, Honey!” Look on the » any packaggoffiyne Jemima Panes Be or Buckwheat Flog te hind out how Bo gef the tun j y nt Jemima Rag ‘Dolls Copyright 1920, Aunt Jemima Mill Company, St. Joseph, Missourt ee Se a a ~ cea ea = gi i bal

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HOME JOURNAL A POOR WISE MAN (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 172) et that? Either throw down that gun of ours and come down, or I’m inclined to ink you'll be up against it. I'll give youa inute or so to think it over.” AT HALF past eleven o’clock that night FX the first of four automobiles arrived in riendship, driven by a hatless young man a raincoat over a suit of silk pajamas; it ntained four county detectives and city ief of police. Behind it, but well outdis- need, came the other cars, some of them riven by leading citizens in a state of con- lerable dishabille. \t a cross street in Friendship the leading ir drew up, and flashlights were turned on road map in the rear of the car. There was sme argument over the proper road, and a ember of the state constabulary, riding up to investigate, showed a strong inclination to lace them under arrest. It took a moment to put him right. ‘Wish I could go along,” he said wistfully. The place you want is back there. I can’t ve the town, but I'll steer you out.”’ He rode on ahead, his big black horse rest- less in the light from the lamps behind him. \t the end of a lane he stopped. “Straight ahead up there,’’ he said. “You'll find Fe He broke off and stared ahead to where a dull, red glare, re- flected on the low- hanging clouds, had appeared over the crest of the hill. “Something doing up there. Let’s go.” He jerked his re- volver free, dug his heels into the flanks of his horse and was off on a dead run. Halfway up the hill the car passed him, the black going hard and his rider’s face, under the rim of his uniform hat, a stern profile. His reins lay loose on the animal’s neck and he was ex- amining his gun. The road mounted to a summit and dipped again. They were in.a long valley, and the burning barn was clearly outlined at the far end of it. One end was already flaming, and tongues of fire leaped out through the roof. The men in the car were standing now, doors open, ready to leap, while the car lurched and swayed over the uneven road. Behind them they heard the clatter of the oncoming orse. \s they drew nearer they could see ‘three vatching figures against the burning build- ing, and as they turned into the lane which ed to the barnyard a shot rang out and one f the figures dropped and lay still. There as a cry of warning from somewhere and, fore the detectives could leap from tlte ir, the group had scattered, running wildly. 1e state policeman threw his horse back its haunches and fired, without appar ntly taking aim, at one of the running adows. The man threw up his arms and |. The state policeman galloped toward im, dismounted and bent over him. Firing as they ran, the detectives leaped it of the car and gave chase; and so it was that the young gentleman in bedroom slip- pers and pajamas, standing in his car and hielding his eyes against the glare, saw a urious thing. Ber / 3 of all, the roof blazed up brightly, and he perceived a human figure hanging y its hands from the eaves and preparing to rop. The young gentleman in pajamas was eeling rather out of things by that time, so made a hasty exit from his car toward the barn, losing a slipper as he did so and elling in a slightly hysterical manner. It thus happened that he and the dropping figure reached the same spot at almost the ime moment, one result of which was that he young gentleman in pajamas found him- elf struck a violent blow with a doubled-up st and at the same moment his bare right ot was tramped on with extreme thorough- Css. The young gentleman in pajamas reeled ack dizzily and gave tongue, while standing none foot. The person he addressed was the tate constable, and his instructions were to get the fugitive and kill him. But the fugi- tive here did a very strange thing. Through the handkerchief, which it was now seen he vore tied over his mouth, he told the running policeman to go to perdition, and then with eeming suicidal intent rushed into the burn- ing barn. From it he emerged a moment later, dragging a figure bound hand and foot, blackened with smoke and with its clothing smoldering in a dozen places, a figure which alternately coughed and swore in a stran- gled whisper, but which found breath for a loud whoop almost immediately after, on its being immersed, as it promptly was, in a near-by horse trough. Very soon after that the other cars arrived. They drew up and men emerged from them, variously clothed and even more variously armed, but all they saw was the ruined embers of the barn, and in the glow five figures. Of the five one lay face up to the sky, as though the prostrate body fol- lowed with its eyes the unkillable traitor soul of one Cusick, lately storekeeper at Friendship. Woslosky,.wounded for the second time, lay on an‘automobile run on the ground, conscious, but sullenly silent On the driving seat of an automobile sat a young gentleman with an overcoat over a pair of silk pajamas, carefully inspecting the toes of his right foot by the light of a match, while another young gentleman with a white handkerchief around his head was sitting on the running board of the same car, drip ping water and rather dazedly staring at the ruins. ND beside him stood a gaunt figure, blackened of face, minus eyebrows and charred of hair, and incredibly torn as to clothing—a figure which seemed disinclined to talk and which gave its explanations in short, staccato sen- tences. Having done which, it relapsed into uncompromising silence again. Sometime later the detectives returned. They had made no further captures, for the refugees had known the country and, once outside the light from the burn- ing barn, search was useless. The chief of police approached Willy Cameron and stood before him, eying him severely. “‘The next time you try to raid an anarchist meeting, Cameron,” he said, “you'd better honor me with your confi- dence. You've probably learned a lesson from all this.” Willy Cameron gianced at him and, for the first time that night, smiled. “I have,”’ he said; “I'll never trust a pigeon again.” The chief thought him slightly unhinged by the night’s experience. XXXVIII DITH BOYD’S child was prematurely born at the Memorial Hospital early the next morning. It lived only a few moments, but Edith’s mother never knew either of its birth or of its death. When Willy Cameron reached the house at two o'clock that night he found Dan in the lower hall, a new Dan, grave and composed, but very pale. ““Mother’s gone, Willy,” he said quietly “T don’t think she knew anything about it Ellen heard her breathing hard and went in, but she wasn’t conscious.” He sat down on the horsehair-covered chair by the stand “T don’t know anything about these things,” he observed, still with that strange new com- posure. ‘‘What do you do now?” “Don’t worry about that, Dan, just now. There’s nothing to do until morning.” He looked about him. The presence of death gave a new dignity to the little house. Through the open door he could see in the parlor Mrs. Boyd’s rocking chair, in which she had traveled so many conversational miles. Even the chair had gained dignity; that which it had once enthroned had now penetrated the ultimate mystery. He was shaken and very weary. His mind worked slowly and torpidly, so that even grief came with an effort. He was grieved; he knew that. Someone who had loved him and depended on him was gone; someone who loved life had lost it. He ran his hand over his singed hair. “Where is Edith?” Dan’s voice hardened. ‘She's out some where. It’s like her, isn’t it?”’ Willy Cameron roused himself. “Out?” he said incredulously. “Don’t you know where she is?”’ “No. And I don’t care.” Willy Cameron was fully alert now and staring down at Dan. “I'll tell you some- thing, Dan. She probably saved my life to- night. I'll tell you how later. And if she is still out, there is something wrong.” “She used to stay out to all hours. She hasn’t done it lately, but I thought Dan got upand reached for his hat. “‘ Where’ll I start to look for her?” But Willy Cameron had no suggestion to make. He was trying to think straight, but it was not easy. 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He looked at his watch. Either she had been hurt or was a prisoner or—he came close to the truth then. He glanced at Dan, standing hat in hand. “We'll try the hos- pitals first, Dan,” he said. ‘‘And the best way to do that is by telephone. I don’t like Ellen’s being left alone here, so you'd better let me do that.”’ Dan acquiesced unwillingly. He resumed his seat in the hall, and Willy Cameron went upstairs. Ellen was moving softly about, setting in order the little upper room. The windows were opened, and through them came the soft night wind, giving a semblance of light and movement under it to the sheet that covered the quiet figure on the bed. Willy Cameron stood by it and looked down, with a great wave of thankfulness in his heart. She had been saved much, and if from some new angle she was seeing them now, it would be with the vision of eternity and its understanding. He was shy of the forms of religion, but he voiced a small, inar- ticulate prayer—standing beside the bed while Ellen straightened the few toilet arti- cles on the dresser—that she might have rest, and then a long and placid happiness— and love, he added. There would be no heaven without love. Ellen was looking at him in the mirror. “Your hair looks queer, Willy,” she said. “‘And I declare your clothes are a sight.” She turned sternly. ‘““Where have you been?” “Tt’s a long story, Ellen. Don’t bother about it now. I’m worried about Edith.” Ellen’s lips closed in a grim line. ‘‘ The less said about her the better.. She came back in a terrible state about something or other, ran in and up to your room and out again. I tried to tell her her mother wasn’t so well, but she looked as if she didn’t hear me.” T WAS four o’clock in the morning when Willy Cameron located Edith. He had gone to the pharmacy and let himself in, in- tending to telephone, but the card on the door, edged with black, gave him a curious Sense of being surrounded that night by death, and he stood for a moment, unwilling to begin for fear of some further tragedy. In that moment, what with reaction from ex citement and weariness, he had a feeling of futility, of struggling to no end. One fought on, and in the last analysis it was useless. He saw Mr. Davis, sitting alone in his house; he saw Ellen moving about that quiet upper room; he saw Cusick lying on the ground beside the smoldering heap that had been the barn, and staring up with eyes that saw only the vast infinity that was the sky. All the struggling and the fighting, and it came to that. E PICKED up the telephone book at last, and finding the hospital list in the directory began his monotonous calling of numbers, and still the revolt was in his mind. Even life lay through the gates of death; daily and hourly women everywhere laid down their lives that some new soul should be born. But the revulsion came with that, a return to something nearer the normal. Daily and hourly women lived, having brought to pass the miracle of life. At half past four o’clock he located Edith at the Memorial Hospital and learned that her child had been born dead, but that she was doing well. He was suddenly exhausted; he sat down on a stool before the counter, and, with his arms across it and his head on them, fell almost instantly asleep. When he waked it was almost seven o’clock and the intermittent sounds of early morning came through the closed doors, as though the city stirred bt had not wakened. He went to the door and opened it, looking out. He had been wrong before. Death was a beginning and not an end; it was the morn- ing of the spirit. Tired bodies lay down to sleep and their souls wakened to the morn- ing, rested; the first fruits of them that slept. From the chimneys of the houses near by small spirals of smoke began to ascend, defi- nite promise of food and morning cheer be- hind the closed doors, where the milk bottles stood like small white supplicants for admis- sion, and the morning paper was bent over the knob. Morning in the city, with children searching for lost stockings and buttoning little battered shoes; with women hurrying about, from stove to closet, from table to stove; with all burdens a little lighter and all thoughts a little kinder. Morning. CONTINUED IN THE NOVEMBER HOME JOURNAL \ HEN /] see raisins by the pound | know she's gonna bake An gee! it's fun to be around When gramma‘s makin cake. I sneak a chair an’ drag it up, As near s | am able, Right where she's mixin in a cup On our old kitchen table. An then she takes some eggs an’ things An puts em in a dish, An beats an’ beats an’ mebbe sings While | sit there an wish! An pretty soon she's kinda wise There's someone round the place, An looks at me with smiley eyes An crinkles up her face. ““D' ye s pose ye know,” she says, some kid Whod stone these raisins WHEN GRAMMA'S MAKIN’ CAKE By Dorothy M. Strobeck \n eat a few, an if he did [t wouldnt make him sick? An then I stone em just as fast, An lay aside a few To eat em all at once; they last Lots longer if you do. An then she puts in other stuff \n stirs to beat the ban’ An stops an says: “Guess that's enough,” ° An pours it in the pan. An when she's through, an all the rest, An slammed the oven door, Then it's the time I love the best, That I've been waitin for. An’ when I'm fraid she's ‘most forgot, An sit an wish an wish, She looks at me and smiles a lot An let's me scrape the dish! ALFA I, a te FR ery

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No need to travel to New York for it, either. Just ask your dealer for Regal-Spear children’s headwear. It’s fresh from Fifth Avenue. The charming style and superior quality of Regal-Spear crea- tions for little folks are famous. Likewise, the excellence of Regal- Spear workmanship. Mothers who seek distinctive headwear for their children have only to look for the Regal-Spear mark, Nearly 20,000 dealers sell Regal-Spear headwear. If you don’t know where to find it in your town, please write us. _ . [a " . ~ 47 Sc felis § , Chic THE REGAL-SPEAR COMPANY $3) Fine auiane Wow ate Largest Cloth Headwear House in the World a = EE HOME JOURNAL « tk eT IY Dc ly THE YOUNG MOTHERS’ REGISTRY ) By Emelyn Lincoln Coolidge, M. D. . Attending Physician in Diseases of Children to the Society of the Lying-in Hospital, New York Cit, Cereals for Babies and Growing Children HIS month we will have a little talk on cereals. Cereals-are one of the first articles of diet allowed a young child when he takes foods other than milk. In the case of babies the cereals are usually given as a diluent for the modified milk. Many doctors like to use the cereal waters or gruels from the start; others prefer to wait until the baby is from three to five months of age, the reason for this being that all cereals contain a large amount of carbohydrates, especially starch. They also contain some proteids, fat, mineral matter and water. The proportion of fat in the different cereals varies very much. In oatmeal, for example, we have a comparatively large amount of fat, while in rice we have a very small quantity. Fat isa heating food, hence oatmeal is best taken in winter and not much in warm weather. Rice, on the other hand, makes an ideal summer food. Many babies who cannot seem to digest other cereal waters will take rice water as the diluént for their milk perfectly well: To be well digested, cereals must be cooked very thoroughly forall young children. Many of them need to be soaked overnight and then cooked for from four to six hours in a double boiler. Those of the finer variety, like farina, should ‘be cooked at least twice as long as directions on the package advise. An extellent method of cooking cereals for chil- dren is by means of the fireless cooker, the cereals being started in the late afternoon or evening and allowed to remain in the cooker all night. Among the most useful cereals for young children are oatmeal, hominy, rice, corn meal, arrowroot and barley. Doctor Holt states that “none of the ‘dry’ or ready- to-serve cereals should be given to young children.” Avoid the Sugar Habit a children need a cereal for breakfast and many need one .for supper also. They should be served with milk or thin cream and a little salt. It is wiser not to use sugar; if the sugar habit is not begun it will not be missed by the child. From one to four tablespoonfuls of the well-cooked easily digested supper that can be quickly prepared. It takes only fifteen or twenty minutes to prepare these jellies from cat, q rice, wheat or barley flour. The grains that require longer cooking are better to use for the breakfast cereal. Cereal puddings are often used for young children. These are tapioca, rice, sago and arrowroot. They are usually cooked with milk and eggs, as they are chiefly composed of starch and require other elements with them to make them palatable. Sago is not used so much now as formerly, but makes a change when variety is the object. Cereals for the Sick Child RROWROOT is used as a cereal jelly sometimes, or in the form of crackers One of its chief uses is in the treatment o! diarrhea. Two level teaspoonfuls of arrovw- root are blended to a smooth paste with one ounce of cold water; this is stirréd into one cup of boiling water and a pinch of salt # added; it is cooked for two hours in a double boiler, then strained and served hot. No milk is used for the first day or two, but a the child becomes better, milk may replace part of the water used in cooking the arrovw- root, and later all milk and no water may be used. Barley, rice and wheat gruels are often given to children, as well as to young babies, when suffering from diarrhea or when they need an easily digested article of diet. (at- meal and corn-meal gruels are very [fre- quently given, also farina. Oatmeal, yellow corn-meal and Graham or whole-wheat flour all have a rather laxative effect and should not be given children who have too ma! movements from the bowels. In such cas they are more effectual if they ar strained. They.can seldom be given t vantage in summer, as they are rather heating There are a few children who have so mu difficulty in starch digestion that all cerea's cause distention of the abdomen and some gas and discomfort. These children cannot be said to be really normal. It is often difl- cult to nourish them, but with care the con- dition can be gradually overcome. In many of these cases a diastatic fluid, mixed with the usual breakfast cereals, will enable the children to take cereals very Bet Hun cereal may be taken by the average child, depending on hisage. Babies under fwo years of age seldom need more than two level tablespoonfuls, while older children may take four. Cere- als contain so large a percentage of car- bohydrates that they should never be taken as an entire meal at the expense of other foods richer in fats and proteids. The cereal jellies made from cereal flours are excellent for younger children when they need an Har well. Soy-bean gruel !s sometimes u for children who do not take starch we'll, a this contains pract! cally no starch 170 make it a little more palatable a small piece of bacon ma) be cooked with :t t give a flavor; this!s, of course, strained \ out before giving "' to the child. Is more often usec 154 soup, however i] All cereals | be kept in tig'\' sal covered boxes »! glass jars and in 4 cool, dry place. — m . h; V BEGINNING with this issue no more babies will be admitted to the Registry, but until October, | all babies wHo:have already been admitted will be cared for each month as usual. Beginning ¥'\" er October, 1921, we shall publish more elaborate articles on the care of children, and establish a Departme™ vi in the Journal for the purpose of giving direct editorial information to mothers, but we shall not cary on a correspondence service. The Children’s Bureau, Department of Labor, Washington, D. C., «™ Extension Departments connected with some of the universities issue booklets and give courses ©! instruction to miothers about children.

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rT YOK at this check for $26.50—payable and we have our little luxuries and amusements too. to me. “How dol doit? Simply by knitting socks. 4. “Imade this money easily and pleas- No, not by the-slow old process of hand- y—in the spare time left over from my knitting, which took almost a day for one work and the care of Bobby and Anne, sock, but by using The Auto Knitter, a mar- hildren. In fact, they helped me to make velous, but very simple, easily operated ma- tue = P ~ - % - | make as much, and often more, every Chine. It turns out fine, seamless wool socks th with almost magical speed. Now that I have +] ‘ . ; is . gained practice with The Auto Knitter | often } £ Before I found this new, easy way of mak- § ; . ' J . . 4g make a sock in 10 minutes! j money right at home, in privacy, freedom ‘ok thet 2 1} comfort, my husband’s salary, while sufh- Ant % vest part of it f. that i have r ; : ‘anteed, constant marke “very pair o ‘ t to meet our absolutely necessary expenses, guaranteed, constant market for every pair socks I make, at a guaranteed price. The Auto Knitter Hosiery Company of Buffalo has contracted to take every sock I can make. I simply send them the finished socks, and back comes my check by return mail, together ‘But now we have more than the necessaries with a new supply of yarn to replace that used we have beaten the terrible old H.C. of L.— in the socks sent them. i really not enough to give us any of the j extra pleasures that mean s ily. Everything we eat or wear has gone so high, and salaries haven’t kept pace! mu ch toa + quickly “Free Yarn Sent with the Machine r twenty Z 9? om — and They Pay Me For the Socks ains that D use for “The Auto Knitter Hosiery Company is an old, firmly established American gy me. engaged in the manufacture of high-grade seam- or young less socks. They have always preferred home manufacture to factory production. They believe in the independent employee, and know from experience that the best work is that done by well-paid, contented people, working in happy homes. Sago and ced wi OMposed Py ae ‘ 3 : , . nts with The company’s world-wide business connections give them an —_ enormous market for socks—everybody, everywhere, needs them—and , the company constantly needs more workers to make socks, in their ormerly, own homes. They need you. y is the

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7 Se L ADiIieE s HOME JOURNAL ELECTRIC and Less Work A Cleaner House X-Ray View Sh Your housework need not make you so weary that you never feel up to having the good times you are entitled to. Because, you can take the work out of housework by cleaning with a Torrington. A Torrington cleans so easily, so quickly— that it does not tire you out. And then you feel like doing really interesting things—taking an active part in local affairs, or that longed- for hike in the woods—spending more time with the children, more visiting and entertaining. Besides, the Torrington means cleaner clean- ing. It cleans almost everything from garret to cellar. Rugs and carpets are kept perfectly clean; upholstery, draperies, and a score of other things keep color-fresh and dirt-free. The secret of Torrington efficiency is this: Big Brush— Powerful Suction All the electric power is in the suction, while the big brush runs naturally, like a carpet-sweeper. This is the right principle of cleaning, for two reasons: First, the air-suction is so power- ful that it draws out the deep-down stamped- in dirt. Second, the big revolving brush gets up all the surface litter without pounding or breaking the nap of your rugs. Won’t you make it a point of going to your nearest dealer and asking him to show you the exact working and significance of these two vitally important features? See for yourself why a Torrington means a cleaner house and less work for you. Send for a free copy of our booklet, which tells you how to change hours of hard work to minutes of play. We shall also gladly send informatior ing Brush about a free trial and partial payments. THE TORRINGTON COMPANY National Sweeper Division 4 Laurel Street Torrington, Connecticut

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r, 1920 HOME JOURNAL turned deliberately homeward. That night he slept twelve good hours. GOLFING fiend of a man turned up at A Mart’s that morning and to avoid him Francis slipped out of the dining room after is breakfast and sidled around the kitchen \], to make a clean break for the pasture tretch. Once there he loitered around the arns for awhile, then struck off for the yvoods, grinning like a schoolboy at his escape. He got into the woods by a new opening, ost himself after an hour on the edge of the mountain and only after several false tries succeeded in striking the brook at yes- terday’s angle. He found himself following the old zigzags with the quick eagerness of a man who keeps a definite tryst and laughed as he hurried. There was the pine tree, here you branched to the right, here you left the brook entirely and here—yes, here she was. Her head against the rock, her hands crossed over an open book, she only turned her eyes toward him and smiled, her friendly, sure-of- IN SEPTEMBER (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 9) “That was it,” he answered soberly. “You've read a lot of fairy tales, I see.” “Too many, prince!” she answered. “Oh, I wasn’t the prince,” he said hastily. “T wasn’t even the eldest son. I was the poor middle brother.” “That was hard,” she agreed understand- ingly. “I was a middle sister, myself, and I always had my sister’s dresses with the tucks let out. After that the baby had to have new.” “Precisely,” said Francis; “I see yeu understand. The eldest son scorned the baggage tags and insisted on becoming an engineer. The young prince was a genius and wrote poetry. He didn’t even scorn the tags; he forgot ’em. So the king just naturally grabbed the middle brother cal told him that the minute he got out of Harvard his stool was ready for him.” “Poor little middle brother!” Her voice turned very deep and rich; it gave Francis a queer shiver. “Ah,” he said, “‘so he felt. And so after a year of the office he saved up his allowance and a present from his uncle and sold his ” herself smile. Francis felt all the shock of a sudden relief. ‘Oh, here it is,” he blurted, and held out the little leather case. “Thanks,” she said, easily extending her hand; ‘‘I hoped you'd bring it. I knew I left it here, because I knew I hadn’t put the holder back in it, and whenI couldn’t find it I decided you’d found it and didn’t like to leave it.” “Yes, that was it,” he said. “T—I took a chance on your coming back to hunt.” “T’m very fond of it,”’ she said; “it was made for me in London.” “Tt’s certainly a beauty. What’s your book?” “More Stevenson,’ she confessed; “it sounded so good when you read it that I brought some along. Shall I read you some?” “T always love to be read o,” he murmured. “Tf I don’t have to climb the tree,” said Francis. She read beautifully. Her CRORES Creme OM Buss ee « in speech was unusually pure and clear. Suddenly, at precisely the same second, they glanced up and their eyes met, amused. ‘“‘Aren’t you beginning to be ” they said together, and fairly, blushed. “You must lunch with me this time,” she went on quickly, and turned to a little shoulder satchel on the pine needles be- side her. He leaned forward expectantly. ‘‘ What is there?” he asked, and it occurred to him that he had not been so happily hungry for months, “T have chicken pies and lettuce sand viches and brown-bread sandwiches with Swiss cheese and sponge cakes,”’ she an nounced, and Francis sighed happily. “And I have some iced tea in one of those bottles,” she added. “You ought to have a statue,”’ her, ‘with that earl person.” They ate contentedly. “What were you doing in Paris?” he asked. “I spent the happiest two years of my life there myself.” “T was studying singing,” she said; “what did you do there?” “Studying—what do you think?” he asked, and flushed a little as he always did at the absurdity of his having had time to waste on it in those long ago years. But she seemed to find nothing incon- gruous in it. “Let me see,” she began thoughtfully, “music, no; painting, I think not; sculpture—perhaps. Oh, no, I know! Architecture?” “Why, you are a wonder!” he cried. “ Will you please tell me how in the name of good- ness you picked that out for a tired-out busi- ness man to have done?” he assured HE laughed mischievously. “‘Oh, I don’t tell my methods,” she said; “‘ but why did the tired business man turn into one—after two years of the Beaux Arts?” “Oh, it was very simple,” he said, ‘ simple as bon jour. We were three brothers— like the fairy tales, you know—and our father —— “The old king?”’ she interrupted. “Precisely—the old king—his kingdom, which his father founded, by the way, hap- pened to be the biggest manufactory of tags and crépe paper and paper napkins, and such things, in the country.” “Quite a kingdom!” she said. “And I suppose the young prince didn’t care for baggage tags?” piano (oh, yes, he did that too!) and ran away to Paris and left the old king perfectly furious.” “But why did he change after all that? Wasn’t architecture attractive enough after all?” T WAS heaven,” said Francis quietly. “He was happier hunched up over a drawing board than he’ll ever be again, poor cuss! Butthings happened—the usual things, I suppose. But too many of ’em for him. First he fell in love—or thought he did. Next the old king got very sick, and one son was in Panama and one was publishing poetry. Then the young lady’s mother, who had only encouraged the affair because she knew all about the old king, began to draw in her lines, and the bait followed the line and the poor, silly fish followed the bait. She was a pretty bait and an empty-headed bait and a selfish bait and she nearly broke the fish’s heart before she let herself drop into his mouth.” “Oh,” said she, “I see. ‘ Architecture—or my daughter?’” “*Precisely,” said Francis. “And the old king was pretty sick and wrote some pretty touching (etter. So in the end the middle brother bundled up his tracings and took one last bock on the pavement with his friends and shaved off his silly little beard and said good-by to—to —— “To Mimi?” “C'est ca; to Mimi. Not that there were many Mimis, but he had tried to forget his pretty, selfish, obstinate bait, you see. Be- cause, somehow, he always knew ——” Francis smiled a sad little smile and lit his pipe. “Oh, well, he came back. And the old king gave them a beautiful big house and his blessing and didn’t die after all. And the middle brother went to the office every morn- ing and came back every evening, and they had a pretty little boy baby and he used to fuss with it a good deal at night because its mother wanted to go out to parties.” “Poor little middle brother!’”’ she said again, and again there was something like an organ in her tone, so that he shivered. “Ves. You see, he liked concerts and pictures and—and staying at home some- times. And he was an affectionate little cuss and she wasn’t that kind. She couldn’t help it; she simply wasn’t.” “Everyone isn’t,” she said kindly. ee. Nees “But she was pretty—yes, she was pretty! Oh, well, perhaps he got all that was coming to him after all,” ’ Francis concluded philo- sophically. ‘For they were very happy for five years. Maybe that’s all —— “Tt’s quite usual,” she said. E LOOKED at the soft blue above him placidly; his pipe sent up a pleasant, ripe odor that mingled with the pines. “And so the end came along pretty quickly,” he said, “because the lady wanted to live in New York and loathed the West, and the gentleman had to live in the West whether he loathed it or not, on account of having to make money for the lady, there. So one day she ran away to her mother, and then a lawyer came and asked the aston- ished middle brother to please let them get a divorce for their client immediately. And he wouldn’t. And he wouldn’t for two years. He was an old-fashioned cuss too, you see, and the idea was pretty frightful to him. But she kept at him. And finally the old king advised him to, and so, as he absolutely refuse to let the lady get it—it was his only ultimatum, you see—she and her mother went to Europe and officially deserted him, and he found himself actually getting a divorce from the yretty, silly little bait that had a drawn a hungry young fish across the whole Atlantic Ocean.” “Was it so dreadful after all?” she asked curiously. ‘““Why, that was the strange part,” he answered; “all the dreadfulness was worrying about it. It was all very simple; there was no row, you see. The lady fied, and voild tout! I really don’t see what else I could have done. I got the boy of course.” “Didn’t she mind that?” “Not a bit of it. She sees him of course—summers and vacations. But half the time now her lawyer writes me to keep him, because she’s to be away or something.” His eyes followed an aisle of sunlight contentedly. “‘Every once in awhile she gets some silly notion or other about him,’’? he added; “wants him to be sent to Switzerland to school or to take dancing lessons somewhere or other or to ‘make useful friends,’ as she calls it through her lawyer, of course; the obstinate woman never writes tome. I don’t see why; I’d just as soon. Why must we pretend to be such terrible enemies, just because we’re divorced? That’s all so absurd, you know. I’ve nothing against her any more. She made me unhappy once, but it’s all over.” His face stiffened slightly. “Only,” he said, “she shan’t influence Frankie. That’s certain. And I don’t be- lies e in her seeing him too much.”’ “But you wouldn’t prevent it Her brown eyes grew se rious, pleading. Of course not. But ‘Any mother must see he r child whenever she wants him—whenever!’’ she repeated. “You won’t ever ——”’ ‘No, no, silly! Do I look like an ogre?” E SMILED at her affectionately, then gave a meditative chuckle. “The funny thing is,” he said, “that after it was all over and I buried myself in the business the old concern suddenly took a big leap ahead and doubled and trebled. Henry, my oldest brother, invented a few things for us and got so interested that he came back into the firm when my father died, and we moved east for the showrooms and selling end and kept the plant in the West. So that if Ethel had stuck five years longer she could have peacocked around in New York after all!” “How very funny!” “Oh, and funnier than that, “she married an architect.” “No!” “Actually. Rich and elderly, I hear, and he lives in Boston, but an architect for all that! They met him in London. You see, father didn’t allow me so very much, and Henry plunged pretty deeply in Southern mines, and poets are pretty expensive, though famous. And she got restless; she always wanted lots of money. And so they were divorced—and lived happily ever after!” She burst into one of her deep, chuckling laughs. “ You are the funniest, most touch ing person I ever met,” she said, literally wiping her eyes. “Oh, well,” he agreed lazily, steeping in the warm sun, “as a matter of fact I’ve never been so contented. Never went about ” he went on; CONTINUED ON PAGE 182 181 —In Which Son and | Agree By Mrs. Lawrence Hemming New York City. CTOBER, with its lure of golden woods and crackling camp fires, revives the problem of the boy’s clothes. Though the ghosts of many sadly worn suits haunt me, I can greet this new season of hiking, tree-climbing and football playing with confidence. 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IN SEPTEMBER (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 181) so much or made se many friends. And nobody will ever have the power to hurt me any more as that little lady did. It’s too much of a risk. This loving, you know, isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It hurts as much as it makes you happy.” “Why, of course,” she answered quietly. ‘Shall I read some more Stevenson?” She read till the warm, idle air drew down his eyelids and the pipe slipped from his sleepy hand. When he woke she was gone. E CAME the next day, but no one sat by the rock then or the day after. The first time he smiled; the second his dis- appointment shocked him. Like a school- boy, he tore a leaf from the book of poems he had brought and wrote on it: I can’t find any birch bark and I under- stand paper better anyway; it’s my business. Am I never to be read to any more? I’m fper- fectly harmless. And it’s so nice here. I’m no Sherlock Holmes; I’m a regular Watson, really. Don’t make me follow clues, or are they clews? T. M. B. (the middle brother) The next day but one she was there. Since it was clear that she liked to slip away, he humored her and pretended to sleep after she had read a while, amused under his eyelids at her dexterous retreat. She went in the opposite direction to what he had supposed her course and he decided that she came from Crandall’s Corners, beloved of spring fishermen. But she had practically promised to come again the day after to-morrow, and Francis, good-natured and content, played over the scrub course at Venida with the grate- ful golf fiend. Their next talk was all of Paris. Her life there had not been his, nor did she know, of course, any of his friends of those early days; she was too young. But sights and sounds and smells of the Queen of Cities, remem- bered, link her lovers into one family, and Francis lived his fool- ish, busy youth again with her. One or two chance allusions made him wonder if, after all, she was not older than he had thought; that she was married he was practically sure. No girl could understand men as she did, could have such tolerance, such com- prehension of the vital impor- tances and nonessential points. But he preferred to forget her marriage, since evidently she pre- ferred this herself. She men- tioned, as was natural ina student of music, names familiar to everyone; appar ently she knew, or had known, their owners well. She had talked with Grieg; had dined with the De Reszkes; had once visited Patti. “You must have been a young wonder,” he ventured. “T had every possible advantage,” she answered quietly. HEY had met seven times, and it was as if they had been friends for as many years. He had even, though it was clear that pater- nity sat lightly upon him, discussed a few tiny problems of little Frank. The boy had never suffered; kind aunts and great-aunts had made happy holiday homes for him. Francis was persuaded that a good, steady school life had made him a far more attractive boy than any of his spoiled little cousins. “‘Boys are better off with each other,” he said with a certain finality of tone that brought a faint smile to her lips. At their eighth meeting she wore a charm- ing boyish riding habit; a gold-mounted crop and a beautiful deep sapphire that fastened her riding-stock gave him a quick impression of luxury. She seemed, suddenly, detached from the woods, a flitting, dramatic visitor. Above the severe neck gear tiny lines showed up about her mouth and tem- ples. She appeared more distinguished, hand- some, odiliae, but older. They were quieter than at other times; neither had brought a book. And her rare fits of talk dealt with European cities— Brussels, where she might spend part of the winter; Munich, which she liked next to Paris. “Then, you—you don’t live here?” he asked dully. “Did you think I lived in the woods?” she said, and smiled. ““No—oh, no. should ever see you again?” tremely like a helpless boy. “Oh, as to that she answered lightly, and raised her fine shoulders in a foreign little shrug. “The world is small, dear friend,” she said, “and there are other forests; who knows? But probably you'll not see me immediately, because I expect to sail the day after to-morrow.” “Oh,” said Francis. “I—TI see. I didn’t know.” I only wondered if—if I He felt ex-

“No,” she agreed, “you didn’t know They’ve been delightful—our little picnics haven’t they? And chiefly of course becaus: you are such a clever and—and tactful ma I think that sensible grown people migh; enjoy a great many more of such—suc! holidays than they do if there were mor men like you, middle brother.” ‘Perhaps they might,” said Francis. He felt very tired suddenly and a heavy dead sort of disappointment hung in the ai about him. What was the good of it afte all? He had been so young, so different fron the old Francis Millatt—and all the whil the office had been waiting and the old, tir some engagements and the other women How wise he had been to decide, six year ago, that he was through with women! Eve: to be interested in one—what a price! Fo there would be a price to pay; he realized j now. How alike they were—easy to find easy to lose; quick to begin, quick to end. HE glanced at a little watch on her wrist thick-studded with tiny jewels. “May I see you home?” he asked. She smiled appreciatively. ‘“‘See me to my horse. I have quite a ride.” He followed her submissively through a series of short cuts, clear enough to one who knew them, for a scant mile. He had forgotten how narrow the woods were here, and how near the edge they had always kept after all. A fairly good woods road began suddenly; he remembered that it led to the Crandall’s Cor- ners road. A stocky, sensible little mare stood in a shady clearing; in a moment she had swung herself into the saddle. “‘Good-by, middle brother,” she said, looking steadily into his eyes, “‘good-by. Good luck to you.” She put out her hand with one of her definite, graceful gestures; he had often noticed them. Francis took the hand and, smil- ing slightly, drew off the loose, heavy gauntlet from it. Raising it to his lips, he kissed it gently **Adieu, Madame Rosalind,” he said; “‘many thanks. I have had more than I deserved, ever so much more. Think of me sometimes when you are in Paris.” A little quiver ran through the hand he held. She drew a quick breath, as if to speak, then closed her lips firmly. ‘“ Adieu,” she said, “I—I think you de served it, middle brother.” She turned the horse sharply and, though it picked its way with reasonable care, sh« did not look back. “Gosh, but you look hot!” said the golf fiend, greeting him at the front porch; “th: shower bath’s working, thank goodness. Did you run all the way?” “T walked fast,” said Francis. ‘“ Why al the Tuxedo coats and things?” “Big blow-out at the Junction,” said th golf fiend. ‘‘ Everybody from Mart’s invited Come-and-bring-your-friends idea. I’ve got Mart’s old buggy—better come along.”’ “All right,” Francis answered; “club affair, I suppose?” “T believe not; it’s in the Presbyterian church. Whole club’s going, though, it seems. Some big bug or other’s going to play the piano or something. Supper for all after ward. I hope they have crullers; remember that Ladies’ Aid social last year? And the chicken pie?” UT Francis was already in the rough shower that Mart’s guests had rigged in his woodshed. The golf fiend, with whom he dined at the club, was a connoisseur of other products of Scotland than her national game and Fran cis dined lightly and drank deep. It seemed to him that a barrier of time must be put between him and those woodlahd meetings, time and time’s friend, forgetfulness. The village church was crowded to the edges of the little porch. Women in evening dress with jewels in their hair elbowed the farmers’ wives and the pertly dressed girls from the village. The gentle-voiced old pastor was speaking as Francis took his place just outside the door: “And so, my friends, we are proudest not of her great name and the name she has made for Venida Junction but of her great heart and of her pride in the little, obscure town of her birth. She, who has traveled all over the great cities of the old world, never forgets her old friends or the old church where she first showed her great gifts in its little choir. And now that she intends, for reasons doubt- less best, to retire from her successful public career while still a young woman, she is CONTINUED ON PAGE 185

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thunderstorm, far from any shelter. Dark at first, it was inky before he realized that a drenching was too close at hand to allow him to find the comfortable cave that he remembered hereabouts. He turned around uncertainly on the trail and found himself staring at a rough sign: ‘Mart Slaker’s shack.” With a grunt of relief he followed the arrowshaped board and pressed up the rocky foot-hill, racing the storm. A glare of lightning showed him the little cabin and he leaned against the door, feTling for the key that used to hang beside it. But the door opened inward with his weight and he stum- bled heavily into the shadowy room, trip- ping over a low log seat and plumping his length on the floor. He threw out his hands to save his face and crashed down on a heap of rugs—but underneath the folds of stuff was harder substance. T MOVED; a startled human gasp sounded in the room and was swallowed in a terrific, tingling peal of thunder that seemed to blot the cabin out of space and time. Panting, he drew himself together and seized at the hands that clutched him. “Steady there, steady!’ he warned as someone lurched against him, and at his voice the woman slid slowly back to the floor. He pulled his little flashlight out of his pocket with trembling fingers, but he knew whose face he would see. “TI—I am so glad,’’ she whispered. “I—it took allmystrength away, that dreadful clap; I thought I was dying.” “TI wish it had killed us!” he cried in a voice that he hardly knew for his, and his head lay in her lap and her lips were on his hair. The rain came in a@ pounding, rushing flood; the trees groaned and creaked about them. Through the one window of the shack the lightning glared again and again, but her knees were steady where he lay and her hands softly stroked his hair. Afterward he re- membered that she made low, birdlike sounds above him, soft, wordless tones that seemed a part of the wood outside. He had not slept all the night and he had walked him- self into a fatigue that flooded his brain like a white, thick mist; to struggle against it was absurd. He fell asleep When he woke, the rain was drumming gently and the room had lightened: the fire- place with its frying pans was plainly to be seen, and the rude table, the tin-lined chest that held the blankets, the log seats were homelike and reassuring. and stared into her but smiling down TURNED stiffly ET H ince pale and tired, on him. “It was you!”’’ he muttered and, turning, hid his face again. “There, there!’’ she crooned. “There, there, I know—TJ know!”’ Francis rubbed his hands over his eyes as openly as a child. “Mart has some coffee here,”’ he said brusquely. ‘‘I’ll make some. This’ll be all cleared up in a half hour. There’sa rain barrel at the back witha screen over it.” He built a quick fire while she stretched her cramped legs. “‘T thought you were sailing,”’ he said. “To-morrow. I take the night train. I came out for a walk, and the storm fright- ened me a little and I followed the signs.” She helped him quickly and cleverly; spread deviled ham on the biscuit from the tin-lined box, brought condensed milk and a package of dried apricots. “TI must remember to hike up here with some new stuff,” he said thoughtfully, meas- uring ground coffee into the battered tin pot. “T hope you had some lunch.” ““T—I didn’t feel hungry,” she answered. “T meant to b: back by two.” “It’s just about that now. We ought to start in an hour. Will four be all right? I can get you there by then.” “Quite all right,” she said. They drank greedily from the clean, steaming cups; Francis was violently hun- gry. They spoke hardly at all. In silence they washed up, in silence killed the fire. “T seem to be always eating—and falling asleep—when I’m with you,” he said rue- fully at last. CONTINUED ON PAGE 186

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Two deep lines ran from each nostril and his thick, mouse-colored hair showed tiny threads of gray. “But you're a girl yourself, you know—climbing trees,”’ he answered, trying to be cheerful. “‘T climb trees because I’m muscular and active,” she said quietly, “‘but I’m not a girl; I’m thirty-eight, middle brother. “Here is my little girl,”’ she said; “I think I never showed you.” She drew out from her breast a large flat gold locket on a slender chain and he reached for it. A serious, charming child’s face smiled faintly at him from her mother’s own brown eyes. “*She’s sweet,’’ he said. “C*HE was ten when that was painted; she’s twelve now. I think we’ll live in France.” “Why are you giving up a career like yours?” he asked abruptly. She stared at the dead fire. “‘ There are so many reasons,” she said slowly. ‘I usually tell different people different ones. I will tell you all of them if you like.” “T do like,” he said. “My voice settled very early,” she began quietly; “I’ve been singing in public since I was nineteen. My first teacher was very proud of me and started me out a little too soon, I think. Jean told me that, but Edouard always said never mind. Only I mustn’t sing more than twenty years, he said. I never forgot it. You remember little things like that. I did ‘Micaela’ with Jean in Paris, and we were in Calvé’s dressing room; she was wonderfully kind to me. ““‘Ton’t frighten the child,’ she said. I looked quite a little like her pictures then, and that was what interested her, I think. “**Grand Dieu, I’m giving her twenty years, ma plus belle—what more?’ he said. ‘Amer- icans are great, but they don’t last!’ “‘He was absolutely right— Edouard. Last year wasn’t quite so good as the year before, and this year it’s my—what do we say in English?—my breath support that saves me; that and all my dear old master taught me. But the voice itself os “Your voice is glorious, wonderful!” She smiled. “I am glad you heard me,” she said simply. ‘Fortunately I am quite able to retire.” LITTLE bitterness crept into her rich, pleasant voice “Then I am tired. I have dashed about so much and worked so hard. I want to live quietly, Thea and I. “There is another reason,”’ she said after a pause, “‘that I cannot give to everyone, but my friends knowit. So long as I was making so much money I could not have been free from my husband’s demands on it. For many years it has been all he has wanted from me—money—and I was only too glad to give it to him—for many reasons. I thought no price was too great to pay—for Thea.” ““What a brute!” “He is, rather. But he is as he is, like the rest of us, you know.” “You couldn’t have divorced him?” She smiled a little strangely. “‘It seems very easy to you now, mon ami,” she said, “but it seemed very terrible to me. Nobody in my family—or his—had ever done such a thing.” “T know. ‘Keeping the home together,’” Francis said, and smiled. ‘‘That’s what I used to say.” ‘And I had to go on tour for years to keep any home at all.” “People never think of that,” he said. “T doubt, now, if artists should ever marry,” she went on, half to herself. ** Nonsense.” “Ts it? Perhaps. He was charming twenty years ago. And the first man who ever made love to me. I knew him for five years before I married him, or thought I knew him. But probably five years is not enough.” “You knew me as well the first day we met as if we had ——”’ “Oh, you!’ she said, and looked at him. He trembled and took her hands. “But we have learned our lesson,” s added quietly, “you and I.” Francis sighed bitterly and clenched | hands. ‘‘Why need all this have happen: | now?” She watched him and gave a curious, so bing little laugh. “ You see!”’ she said, as 01 who proves her case. ‘So when he four out that I really meant to give it up a when I found out that he really would: be burdened with the child for anything, was all very simple,” she went on almost lightly. ‘‘You see, I couldn’t believe that could have her. “‘Of course he had fits of interest in her the beginning—oh, it used to worry me so “Oh, I understand all about that. Bu after all—her father, you know! A man bound to be at his best with his own chil And it might do him a lot of good too. Y ought not to- os “How you all stand by each other!”’ s) broke in bitterly. ““No, no, it isn’t that.” But I think wom: get too much influence sometimes. I mea there’s something a man can do—I thin} girls get something——-_ Oh, hang it all, I can’t say just what I mean. But I always wanted a little daughter. I’m afraid J’d spoil her too.” Francis threw his arm about her shoulders and pressed his lips against her ear. “J can’t—it’s too much—oh, let me come, please, please, my dear, let me come. If it can’t be any other way, I can’t help it; I must have you. We could be together.” UDDENLY he pushed her away roughly. “It’s no good,” he said violently; “forget all this, Althea. I couldn’t and I wouldn't. I wouldn’t let you. I’m not that sort. | wouldn’t be happy, pretending and lying and all the horrid rest of it; the end that always comes. You know as well as I do. We’ve found each other too late, that’s all. I’m too old for it now, though I'd have chucked everything and followed you once. Sail away with your little girl and for- get me, my dear. If he really has a hold on you ——”” She sprang to her feet in one furious movement. ‘‘No man on earth has a hold on me—certainly not you,” she cried, crim son and shaking. “I will forget what you have said, because you used to be a pleasant friend to me. But I should prefer not to speak any more to you.” “Oh, my God!” he cried. ‘Look here! Can I help it? If you really loved me enough you'd try to find some way out of this; you needn’t tell me-there isn’t one!” “IT do not love you at all,” she said, too proud to wipe the tears from her face; “please let me go by.” “You lie,”’ he said, “you little tiger cat of a mezzo soprano; you lie and you know you do. We love each other frightfully. But that’s no reason why we should make our lives more of a mess than they are. You divorce that worthless husband of yours——’ HE stared wide at him. Her mout! opened. “But I have divorced him!”’ she gasped. ‘It was all settled last night. You must have seen the papers; you must hav: known!” “What!” he cried. ‘“‘ You mean ——” “T told you I was free. You said nobody should have the power to hurt you any mort You said ——” “Oh, my dear, my dear,” he whispered unsteadily, drinking the tears from her cheeks with trembling lips, ‘‘what does it matter what I said?”’ “But you said you were too o-old; you said we’d found each other t-too late,” she sobbed, her body shaking against his. “Silly! I meant I was too old to live the life I thought I’d have to. But to marry you—my dear girl, it’s only this—this min- ute I have grown old enough to understand how to manage you.” “And do you think you can?”’ she asked him with her old boy’s grimace. “A man that can manage a paper business can manage anything,” said Francis firmly. And the yellow birches gleamed in the sun, for the September sun is keen and warm.

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BY HARE The Present Church, With the Clubhouse in the Distance JERUSALEM CORNERS The Story of a EN years ago the Jerusalem Corners Church was like hundreds of other rural churches in America. It was not declining—it had declined. After a fairly long career of ups and downs—mostly downs—its time of departure seemed near at hand. As early as July 4, 1818, the rugged settlers in this region of Lake Erie, about twenty miles west of Buffalo, had founded this church with high hopes, almost ‘on the very spot where it now stands, mid- way between the hamlet of Derby and the Lake. For the last fifteen years or more it had been gasping toward the end. In these years there had been no settled pastor and only occasional services, were those who saw the necessity of reviving the church in the community if they were to get the most wholesome results in the de- velopment of the community life. These men formed a distinct group, apart from the club that had been organized, and worked inde- pendently to restore the church. A board of five trustees was elected with the aid of the few surviving members of the former church organization. Two former déacons were living in the community and these were retained in office. Through the generosity of one of ‘the trustees the interior of the church building was restored to its Country Community Church That is Making Good By Robert G. Leetch beauty of the old days. A ruthless and ir- reverent generation had destroyed the colonial beauty of the little church by tearing out its balcony, replacing its quaint box pews with hideous, green-painted benches and substituting for its solemn, high pulpit a town-hall platform that stretched across the entire front of the room. All this was done before a minister was called. June 1, 1912, the present pastor, his wife and four children came to the field. There was no manse for them—only the promise of one, sometime. They did not worry. By August fifteenth of the same year the church had purchased that part of the neighboring farm- chiefly in the summer months. The farmer whose land adjoined the church property had said he proposed to use the church build- ing for a hay barn if it was idle another year. Those who knew the farmer and the church felt reason- ably certain the threat would be carried out. But the unexpected happened. This little country church, which seemed doomed to pass out for want of fresh air, was suddenly revived and in the remarkably short space of a few months the farmer next door was bought out by the church; his barn was turned into a commu- nity clubhouse, while his dwelling house was con- verted into a manse for the preacher. How did it happen that a near-dead country church was put upon its feet and made a going concern? Deacon Dibble said he had been praying for a long time that a revival might come to the church. It came, but not in the way nor along the lines for The deacon lived which the deacon’s soul yearned. long enough to call the church wicked for being the sort of church er’s land which immediately ad- joined the church property and which contained his house and a very large and modern barn. The house was at once remodeled for the minister and his family. +24 And a Clubhouse, Too HE men for some time had been talking of building a clubhouse. When the church got the big barn, that solved the problem. To re model this building and fit it up for use as a clubhouse was not a it is. Perhaps he would have re- vived the church in somewhat the manner that he and a companion set in order the dilapidated church cemetery many years ago. Describ- ing that operation he said: ‘‘We took down all the tombstones so we could mow the grass and fill in the holes, and then we put the tomb- stones back the best we could re- member.” The Revival Starts HE “back to the country” PrRUTO. BY HARE same time. recently organized and growing Sunday school. The barn answered the need. When the remodel- ing was done, at a cost of about twelve hundred dollars, the result was an ample assembly room, a kitchen, pantry and cloak room; the whole heated by furnace and lighted by gas. tion of the building was made usable as a play room for the young people. PORTRAIT PHOTO. BY NUSSBAUMER difficult nor expensive task. An- other problem was solved at the The church needed quarters for its Later the rear por From the opening night this crude clubhouse became a center of wide community interest. The isolated condition of life which had prevailed in the community for so many years was transformed by the opportunity afforded by a central gathering place. A motto was hung on the wall which read: “Get ac quainted with your neighbor; you might like him.” That motto has been a big force in the transforma tion of the life of the community. The people have lived it. Early in the year 1914 a severe blow fell upon the community. During the night of February movement began. A few families from Buffalo moved out and bought farms, giving up their city homes. The idea of improving the farms and of developing a community life and spirit was in the minds of the newcomers from the beginning and appealed strongly to a large proportion of those who had lived many years in the region. The realization of these purposes was essentially a PHOTO. Upper Picture— The Church Interior, Almost as it Was Built Originally Center — The Pastor of the First Church Lower Picture —Assembly Hall in the Club- house, With the Boys’ Band at Practice BY HARE twenty-eighth the quaint old church was burned to the ground. It was a stunning blow to the stoutest hearts, but only for a moment. The following day was Sunday. At the usual hour for morning service the people gathered in the clubhouse for service. There was sorrow in their hearts for what they felt to be a real loss, but they were not discouraged. Never had they sung the men’s movement at the beginning. The women, however, gave loyal sup- port and with the growth of the movement have come to occupy a conspic- uous place in it and to bear a large share of its burdens. It was a small group of men that met in the old church building and or- ganized a farmers’ club which they called ‘The Planters’ Club of Derby.” There was no direct con- nection between this or- ganization and the church. The men used the church building for a meeting place because there was no doxology with deeper rev- erence than on that Sun- day morning. One scoffer afterward remarked that the minister and people were “‘a lot of fools to sing ‘Praise God’ on the very morning after their church had burned.” He could not divine the spirit of such people. When in the service the pastor spoke of turning this seem- ing defeat into a glorious victory and of finding in the calamity of the mo- ment the opening of the way to better things, his words found. a ready re- sponse in the hearts of the other suitable place; but in this group of men there The Billiard Room. A Very Popular Corner in the Clubhouse PHOTO. BY HARE CONTINUED ON PAGE 191 -— -& ot oo > os «fhe

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920 | the Fleisher Yarns Oo FY A New Sweater ber, 1920 “EVERY COLOR IN THE RAINBOW” for Autumn Here are Complete Directions for Making This Unusually Beautiful Style j ATERIALS Required: Fleisher’s Knitting Worsted / 7 balls Lilac; 1 ball each, Scarabee, Coral, and Peachblow. Fleisher’s Superfine Angora Yarn, 16 balls white. Needles—1 pair each, No. 314, No. 4, No. 5. Crochet Book, No. 3. 5 stitches equal 1 inch; 10 rows equal 1 inch. Directions: With Angora and No. 4 needles, cast on 72 stitches for lower edge of back. Knit 32 rows even. With No. 5 needles and Lilac, knit 154 rows even. Cast on 80 stitches each side, for sleeves. Knit 50 rows. Knit 105 stitches, and place on a stitch-holder. Bind off 22 for back of neck. Knit 105 stitches. Increase 1 stitch every 2nd row on neck, 25 times. Bind off 80 stitches for sleeve. Continue to increase for neck opening, until it measures 10 inches in length. There will be 66 stitches on needle. Put these on a stitch-holder. Take up the first 105 stitches, and shape this front to correspond with first. Then put all stitches on one needle, and work 60 rows even. Increase | stitch each side, every 2nd row, 5 times. Work even until there are 154 rows. With No. 4 needles and Angora, work 32 rows even. Bind off. Cuffs: With Lilac and No. 4 needles, pick up stitches at hand. Decrease every 6th stitch, until there are 42 stitches. Work 20 rows even. Join Angora, and with No. 31% needles purl 1 row. Knit 16 rows even. Increase each side, every 4th row, until there are 52 stitches. Bind off. Sew up seams of sweater and sleeves. Sew for a turn- back cuff. Balls: With Angora and hook, chain 3, join. Work 2 single crochets in each stitch, 2nd row, *2 in first stitch, | in the next.* Repeat this row until there are 26 stitches. Work 7 rows even. Decrease same as you increased, until balls are closed. single croc hets Collar: With Angora and Nov 5 needles, cast on 28 stitches. Knit 34incheseven. Bind off. Embroider con ventional design in Scarabee, Coral, and Peachblow. Sew on balls as illustrated. Belt: With Angora and No. 3% needles, cast on 6 stitches. Knit 59 inches even. TUDY this new sweater closely. Its beauty iJ is something more than the smartness of its new embroidered effect. It comes from the charm of The Fleisher Yarns themselves their soft- ness, their evenness, and above all else, their lov ely colorings. Knit thissweater—now— while it’s new—either for your own wardrobe or as a gift for a friend. But—we cannot guarantee the charming effect of the original nor can you be sure that it will come out correct in size, unless The Fleisher Yarns are used. The Fleisher Yarns are spun with a view of producing garments of unusual quality. A Remarkable New Book for Knitters Stop at the yarn counter of your favorite store, and ask to see the New Fleisher Knitting and Crochet Manual—17th Edition. You'll find the most complete, up-to-date collection of designs you have ever seen. Many new sweaters and other garments—all as new and charm- ing as this “Engadine” Sweater. 40c per copy. S. B. & B. W. Fleisher, Inc. Department 2417 Philadelphia, Pa. A in ae y HOME JOURNA 189 © 1919, S. B. & B. W. F. Inc, Posed by Dorothy Lee ds Copvr Ss. B. 4 B. W Fleisher, Inc. The ‘‘Engadine’’—an exclusive new sweater design, made possible by The Fleisher Yarns.

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ere / I . tober, 1920 PRUTO. BY HARE The Remodeled Barn, Which is Now a Community Center JERUSALEM CORNERS CONTINUED FROM PAGE 188) people. The following day the trustees met and with no dissenting voice decided to rebuild. Work on the building was begun in the spring. It was decided to make a single cam- paign for the necessary funds. Accordingly, on an afternoon in June a number of men, divided into teams and under the direction of a captain, made a house-to-house canvass of the entire community. That night the teams reported at the clubhouse and it was found that the whole amount required had been pledged. Again that group of people sang the doxology. Plans for the new building were drawn according to the wish of the people, repro- ducing the colonial type of the old building. No other type would serve to retain the best traditions of the church’s past life, or to symbolize to the present community the spirit and ideals of which the old building was a forceful witness. February 28, 1915, was another memorable day, for it was then that the completed building was formally dedicated and opened for worship—just one year, to the day, from the time the old building was destroyed. Inspired by this evidence of the people’s loyal spirit and their undaunted will to do, a trustee of the church offered to remodel the clubhouse at his own expense. Out of this second remodeling of the transformed barn there came a clubhouse of ample propor- tions, admirably adapted to community needs, adequately equipped and _hand- somely decorated. Three Classes of Members HE policy which the church has pursued in its relations with the community has been a growth rather than a predetermined, fixed program. What the community needed and what the church could supply, or help it attain, has largely governed the church’s activities. This principle, however, was laid down at the beginning of the church’s revival which was held to be essential to its success: that the church be free from all denomina tional connection or control, and should be, in the fullest sense, a community church The wisdom of this action has never been doubted by the people The heterogeneous character of the population made very clear the unwisdom of attempting to force any one denomination 1 Because of its nondenominational char acter this church has been able to preserv the community as a unit for its field of opera tion. It has no competition in a parish eight miles long and five miles deep. It does not have to fear stepping on the toes of some other church in any line of activity it may undertake. The division of the membership into three classes enabled the church to make the broad est possible appeal for the active interest of all who may care to have a part in the work. The first class is ‘‘Communicant Members,” who are members of this church and of no other. The second class is ‘‘ Associate Mem- bers,”’ and is open to persons who reside for the whole or a part of the year within the parish and who are members of other churches outside the township; such persons may become members without severing their membership in other churches. They accept all the obligations toward this church as do full members and enjoy all the privileges of such, with one exception: they may not be chosen as spiritual officers of the church. The third class is “Allied Mem bers” —persons living in the community who ate not members of any church and who do not desire to take upon themselves the obligations of full membership; they are in hearty accord with the purposes of the church and desire to have an active share in its work and to be enrolled in its organization. Ipon the community associate Seeks to Serve the Community HE purpose of the church is to serve the community and not to exploit it, either for maintenance or vainglory; conse- quently it is more concerned with what it can do to make the life of all the people happier than it is with swelling its mem- bership roll in order to make a big showing. For this reason it maintains its services of worship, its Bible school, its Scout troop and brass band for the boys, its club for the girls, its league for the women and its organized work for the men. It is interested in good roads, in better farming and community improvements. To effect these it has stimu lated interest by methods of publicity and by encouraging the holding of farm and home economic schools and agricultural shows in the clubhouse. In a similar man ner it has put its machinery and equipment behind a movement for better schools and has achieved marked results. It has preached and worked for clean politics in the township and has led in several political battles where moral issues were at stake. To give inspiration and encouragement for the many tasks of community service, an annual church and community efficiency institute is held, in which community problems are studied under the leadership of experts. Entertains Old and Young FOSTERS social intercourse. One of the features is a weekly community night in the clubhouse. On these evenings the people gather for supper. After supper a varied program is followed, designed to be of inter- est to all without forcing any part of it upon unwilling groups. The program includes a community “‘sing”’; a half-hour Bible study in a separate room for those who desire it; a half-hour story-telling for the little folks; games for the young people; bowling, pool and billiards for the men; occasional “movie shows” oran illustrated lecture, and a closing hour of general play for all who wish to par- ticipate. Frequently the young people finish their evening with dancing. Their mothers and fathers think it is far better to have them get their fun and dancing in a clean, decent place, where all the family can enjoy it to gether, rather than to have them go to questionable resorts and public dance halls Not the least of the many enterprises which engage the interest and service of the people is the annual church fair. This par ticular enterprise has gained an enviable fame throughout the entire region. A large and efficient organization is put in charge of the fair and during the greater part of the year preparations for it are-going forward Aside from its financial value—the net pro ceeds for the last year were nearly jour thousand dollars—the fair is one of the most significant social gatherings under the au spices of the nul l “Worship, Fellowship, Service” ERE is a church that both goes to the people and bring parts of our community are tar removed from the church and it is dificult for many of the people to attend the Sunday-morning services at “the corners.’’ The church car ries her ministry to these sections by holding an evening service in one of them nine months in the year and an afternoon service in the other during the summer months. It is the purpose of the church to erect chapels in these localities to accommodate their grow- ing necessities. Many of the children in the Sunday school come from the distant sec tions of the parish. Those farthest away who have no other means of transportation are transported every Sunday to and from Sunday school in a bus which the church owns. ‘“‘Brother,’’ a man once asked the writer, “do you have any religion in that church?”’ Well, maybe not an overplus of the type of religion this man had in mind, but there is plenty of religion just the same. It is a vital sort of religion that touches life at every practical point and that makes the home, the store, the workshop and the farm places for worship and God-service of equal im- portance with the prayer meeting. We are learning the value and joy of putting the Christ ideals into the daily commonplace tasks and affairs of life. And while we try to live this conception of the Master’s reli- gion among ourselves, we endeavor to help others get it by sharing in the support of benevolences and workers through whom it is being carried into the world. 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7; 22 192 HOME JOURNAL October, 19: ) tober, 1¢ DOES MRS. BRODERICK FAIL? (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 23) Delafield glanced toward another pair of eyes, shining also. He could not quite say: since coming to us. She has gone down this afternoon to Roger McKim’s office to (7) & \ Y Remove Corns! Doesn't hurt a bit! Apply a few drops of Freezone upon a tender, aching corn or a callus for a few nights. The soreness stops and shortly the entire corn or callus loosens and can be lifted off without a twinge of pain. irritate the surrounding skin. You feel no pain when applying it or afterward. Small bottles can be had at any drug store in the United States or Canada. Edward Wesley and Co., Cincinnati, O. TRADE MARK REG. U. S. PATENT OFFICE | Cleans Closet Bowls Without Scouring | Clean Your Closet Bowl the Modern Way || All the dipping out of water, scrubbing and scouring methods are out-of- date, unpleasant and unnecessary. Just sprinkle a little Sani-Flush into the closet bowl, according to directions, flush, and the task is finished. “Hang Mrs. Broderick!’’ but he could and did say: ‘Hang the party!” AS ot on paper may be a mov- able affair, but a building committee is not. It proved to be entirely satisfactory to a number of prominent families to have Delafield do the traveling, especially since he had expressed the opinion that New York is not at its best in March. It seemed entirely satisfactory to everyone that Mrs. Broderick should ins ist upon continuing to be the fa- mous one’s hostess. But do not think that all of Delafield’s time and thought were given to the club- house or to Mrs. Broderick. Rupert came in for some; Annette for more. It came to Mrs. Broderick’s ears that the three were often together; but. it was not until the second day of Delafield’s third stay with them that Mrs. Broderick, in the seclusion of the secretary’s workroom, with blue prints spread all across Miss Floyd’s writing desk and the colonial pervading the very atmosphere, switched abruptly and without warning from front elevations and rear eleva- tors and spoke confidentially of Annette. Presenting Annette in the light of a problem, she asked Mr. Delafield’s advice. She mentioned the older wardrobe trunk with the broken lock; she spoke of the shabby shoes; without hesitation she called Anne Markham an ogre. “It is my deep and growing belief, penny, that she has even been forced to sell from time to time any little things she may have had of value in order to get together any money at all.” Delafield, who had been sitting well forward in his chair with his eyes fixed upon the river loop in the rug pattern, here glanced up quickly at Mrs. Broderick. ‘Im- possible,”’ he said sharply. ‘The modern girl, even if she’s poor, doesn’t put up with such things. She—she runs away. She gets herself a husband—or a job.” “The modern girl, yes. But would you call Annette modern?” asked Mrs. Broderick. Delafield considered. “‘ No, thank heaven!” said he at length, surprisingly. *‘She’s prickly,” continued Mrs. Broder- ick. “One can’t just give her things. But aside from that, she’s sensible. She’s serious. She’s always on time. And heart? She actu- ally adores this aunt of hers.”’ There was a pause, during which Delafield dug the toe of his boot into the riverloop. “N R. BRODERICK and I are to have ‘£ the happiness of keeping her with us until her people get back from Japan; but it is the afterward, the future Iam built fill in temporarily as his secretary.” “To Roger McKim’s office!’’ echoed Delafield. ‘To fill in as his sec—he’ll try to take her out to tea.” “Tt will be a gaod tea if Roger orders it,” said Mrs. Broderigk. ‘*He’ll drive her home in that boat of his.”’ “He is a very careful driver,”’ said Mrs. Broderick. “He'll make love to her.” “Our vision tallies at every point,” said Mrs. Broderick with extreme satisfaction. “Tt was with Roger’s probable love-making in mind that I consented to let Annette take the secretarial course.” T. THIS point speech failed Delafield. He glared down at Mrs. Broderick, and what he thought of Mrs. Broderick was writ- ten large upon his sufficiently attractive face. For a moment Mrs. Broderick even thought of quailing. But when he stalked to the door, wrenched it open and closed it with a distinct bang behind him, Mrs. Broderick ceased to think of quailing. She called up Roger McKim’s office and asked Roger himself to tell her, confidentially, how Annette was getting along. Hearing that Annette was getting along like a young grass fire in a March wind, Mrs. Broderick smiled. Opening the top drawer of the writing desk, Mrs. Broderick deposited therein a rather shabby little purse which contained one Mr. Delafield,” said Mrs. Broder- dollar and sixty-three cents. Roll- ‘ — er ick, bringing her firm right hand ing up the blue prints, Mrs. Freezone removes hard corns, soft down smash upon a kitchen chim- Broderick straightened the desk. corns also corns between the toes and ney, “that the girl has been given But before she left the room she ‘ the merest husks of existence, that took time to stand for a moment hardened calluses. Freezone does not she has had to account for every looking out at the awakening blue garden. ‘‘Success,’’’ quoted Mrs. Broderick softly to herself, “‘‘is eliminating the distance between two points—the one from which you started and the one you hope to reach.’” The afternoon, as April after- noons go, was not extraordinary. There were woolly white clouds sailing in the blue above; there were glints of pale sunshine; there was a good deal of occasional rain. But the afternoon, undistinguished as it was, lived long in the memories of several people— Mrs. Broderick, Annette, Peter Van Ness Delafield, Roger McKim and Roger McKim’s office boy. For it was upon the horizon of the office boy that Peter Van Ness Delafield first— excuse the word; it is the only one that is adequate—burst. Delafield’s correct hat was pushed far back upon his dark head to a region it had never occupied before. His correct coat was unbuttoned and had the appearance of trying to catch up with its wearer. So abrupt was his entrance, so great his necessity for eliminating the dis- tance between Miss Floyd’s workroom and Mr. McKim’s inner office, that he was aware of the office boy as a mere obstacle in his to look ahead,” continued Mrs. Broderick. path, as a hurdle, an object planted where . . . “T can’t bear to send her back to all that. space should have been - It age only the gone and simplest way clean your closet bowl, but || i:r—you spoke of a husband.”’ Something besides family and the Beaux || _ it is the most effective. Sani-Flush leaves the bowl shining white and || “Or a job,” Delafield reminded her. Arts training had made Delafield. Seizing | cleans every corner—even the hidden trap—and it cannot harm the plumbing. _| | “Suppose we consider one thing at a_ the office boy by the collar cf his surprised time,” said Mrs. Broderick smoothly. “I jacket, Delafield ran him down a hall, opened THE HYGIENIC PRODUCTS COMPANY value your judgment. What would you a casual door, bunted him forward with a 1010 Walnut Ave., Canton, Ohio HAROLD F. RITCHIE & CO., Ltd., Toronto, Canada Sani-Flush is sold at grocery, drug, hardware, plumbing and — Surnishing stores. If you cannot buy it locally at once, nd us 25c in coin or stamps for a full-sized can postpaid. | (Canadian price, 35c; foreign price, 50c.) Canadian Agents: think of Roger McKim?” “Roger McKim?” echoed Delafield. “Rog—ridiculous! Why, he hardly knows Annette.” “He gave Rupert a penknife with a mother-of-pearl handle on Wednesday,” said Mrs. Broderick. Delafield forsook the riverloop. He stared at Mrs. Broderick. “She doesn’t know whether he’s got b-blue hair or a bald vim and a vigor that caused the eyes of the office boy to water and forced him to swallow his chewing gum, banged shut the door and dismissed its neighborhood as negligible. NERRINGLY Delafield plowed his way through two large rooms filled with ex- clamatory young ladies, down another hall, through an innocently open doorway and brought up short beside Roger McKim at spot,” stuttered Delafield. his desk. “‘She telephoned him this morning,” said “Where is she?’’ demanded Peter Van Mrs. Broderick. “Personally Ishould throw Ness Delafield. all the weight of my influence with Annette “Where is who?” countered Roger toward Roger McKim. He is not brilliant, McKim, surprised, inelegant, but quite but who wants a headlight for a husband? He has money. He has morals. And his mother died when he was a baby.” “But he’s fat,’ interpolated Delafield savagely, “‘in the region of ‘the head. He’s years too old. Why, it’s sacrifice, Mrs. Broderick—a sensible, serious little girl, a beautiful little girl like that “Beauty,” cut in Mrs. Broderick, ‘is so largely a matter of brains—other people’s brains * But Delafield swept on. “Roger McKim and Annette! Annette and Rog Why, it’s sacrilege, Mrs. Broderick,” he stormed, “‘to try to marry off an innocent young girl against her will. Girls don’t stand for such high-handed methods, I tell you. They run away. They jump into lakes. They get jobs. Why not give the poor child a fighting chance for life, Mrs. Broderick, and let her loose on a job first?” “T have been trying for some time to tell you,” said Mrs. Broderick patiently. “that Annette has been taking a secretarial course grammatical. “* She,” repeated Delafield. And then, as McKim still gaped vacantly, ‘Annette, you pickerel,” he added. “Oh!” said McKim. ‘Why, she’s some- where about.”’ Vaguely he indicated a door from behind which came the tap-tapping of a typewriting machine. “But I say, Dela- field, what’s up? You look like a lunatic.” “T am a lunatic,” admitted the other. “At three-ten this afternoon the sun came out, scales fell from before my eyes and I glimpsed.a far vision of Paradise.”’ “Something you had for lunch,”’ suggested McKim, who was practical. ‘Look here, old man, you can’t go about like this. Stretch yourself out on the sofa and I'll send down to the drug store for bicarbon- ate ——” But Peter Van Ness Delafield took Roger McKim by his well-tailored shoulders, ran him across the room, stretched him, after CONTINUED ON PAGE 194 a - —7\ \

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Kor Marshall Burns Lloyd has invented a method of pro- ducing wicker articles, and a loom by which Baby Carriages are now woven many times faster, very much finer and far more per- tectly than could ever have been accomplished by human hands. These Lloyd Loom Woven Baby Carriages are being sold Is He Coming? = by over five thousand dealers throughout America. Just look for the Lloyd Dealer in your city. Or better still, write for our free Baby Carriage Style Book and the name of the dealers nearest you. Lloyd Manufacturing Co. 127 Home Street Menominee, Mich. DOES MRS. BRODERICK FAIL? (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 192) some muscular protest, upon the sofa and dismissed him as negligible. Opening the door from behind which came the tap- tapping, Delafield crossed a small room and stood still, looking down upon Annette. And Annette, flushing furiously, trying to tap-tap and failing, glancing hither and yon and everywhere save directly up at Peter Van Ness, at length gave up the struggle and raised her blue eyes, wide now with some- thing more than surprise, to his. “Darling,” said Peter Van Ness Delafield, “vou are not going out to tea with Roger McKim.” ““Why, of course I’m not!” said Annette. “You are not driving home with him in his car,’’ Delafield continued, ‘‘but you are driving somewhere with me in somrebody’s car.” Annette said nothing; but her hands, still trying to tap-tap, trembled. “He is never, never going to make love to you,” the young man went on, “because I am going to make love to you—throughout all our lives, beginning now!”’ Gathering the trem- bling hands close into his own, leaning nearer to the uplifted eyes, he had the sensation of drowning in depths of blue. “For a serious girl,” managed Peter Van Ness Delafield, ‘‘a sensible girl who is always on time—why are you keep- ing me waiting by hiding your lovely little face in my shoulder?” Me: BRODERICK sat, large and Ti- tian, alone in the secre- tary’s workroom. Already dinner had been held back a half hour, and as yet, save for Mrs. Brod- erick and the servants, there was no one to eat it. Mr. Broderick had not appeared; Rupert had not appeared; strangely enough Miss Floyd, Annette and Mr. Delafield had not appeared. Mrs. Broderick’s firm right hand held a yellow envelope. Her. firm right foot, in- cased in a rhinestone-buckled, black satin slipper, tapped the river-loop pattern of the rug. It cannot be said that she seemed either alarmed or angry, but it can be stated that she seemed expectant. When she heard the slam of a door below and a hushed little chatter of voices she merely removed her eyes from the clock and fixed them upon the door. Her husband, a shade sheepish, rubbing his hands, came in first. Rupert, grinning, piercing in a series of lunges imaginary ob- jects with a large bone-handled jackknife, obviously new,camenext. Miss Floydlimped in quietly just ahead of Mr. Delafield, who was looking pugnacious, and Annette, who, in her wide, simple,.shadowy hat above a bouquet of orchids, was looking delicious. Mr. Broderick broke the little hush which had fallen upon the room. ‘Daisy, my dear,”’ said he, coughing behind a discreet hand, “buck up! We’ve got a great little shock ready to spring.” UT Peter Van Ness Delafield pushed Mr. Broderick aside. ‘‘ Mrs. Broderick,”’ said the young manabruptly, “Annette and I were married a half hour ago. Rupert was best man; Miss Floyd the only guest. Mr. Brod- erick gave my wife—to me. We could not tell you, ask you, because we felt you would not approve. We had to do it—quickly- in spite of you, Mrs. Broderick, by reason of your pull with her people. You might have blocked it or delayed it, Mrs. Broderick, so we were forced to proceed—er—without you. The only rift in our great happiness is the fact that you—are not a part of it.” “Why am I not a part of it, Mr. Dela- field?’ asked Mrs. Broderick crisply. ““You were backing the other man,” res turned Mr. Delafield, equally crisp. “Rubbish!” said Mrs. Broderick. “ An- nette, my dear, come over here to me and avoid the footstool on the way.” Annette, hesitating, carefully avoiding the footstool on the way, came obediently over to Mrs. Broderick and stood, trembling a Lit, beside her large chair. “This,” said Mrs. Broderick, holding up a sheet of paper, “is a copy of a cablegram I sent to your aunt in Japan three days ago. Suppose you read it aloud for us, my dear,” Annette, bewildered, glanced toward her husband, looked at the paper and began reading the message in her clear little voice: “Peter Van Ness Delafield, of rich, d guished New York Delafields, and Annette deeply in love. Am furthering what wil! }, ideal marriage. Ashamed of you as woman and stepaunt. Took on Annette in answer to you; challenge. Your judgment of her poor. Annett; a dear. All love her. Clothes you sent her disgrace. Have I failed? Dal ““P_S. Ivy is not silly.” Another little hush settled over the as Annette ended. NLY Mr. Broderick seemed capabl speech. “At dollars a word,” he inquir mildly, “‘why include adverbs?” “T saved on several verbs,”’ said his wife “but if you think I was extravagant, kindly listen to Anne Markham. This came at six o’clock.’”’ Opening t] yellow envelope, Mr Broderick handed a s¢ ond sheet of paper to Annette. ‘‘I’ll hold the flowers, my dear,”’ said Mrs. Broderick, “‘if they are in your way.” Dropping her orchids blindly upon Mrs. Brod- erick’s lap, Annette ran hastily over the cable- gram. “Oh,” she gasped, “‘oh—Mrs. Broderick, please don’t think that I knew ——” “Of course you didn’t know. Just read it aloud, my dear.” “It’s from my Aunt Anne,’’ said Annette in a choked little voice. “It begins: ‘You have not failed. Triumphant suc- cess. Know of Dela- fields — stiff, exclusive, old-fashioned, just the crowd for Annette, who hates our racketing life, loves to make pies and gives’’’—here Annette faltered, gathered herself together and proceeded—‘‘ ‘gives so recklessly ’”’—‘‘An adverb,” ticked off Mrs Broderick upon a pointed forefinger—‘‘‘to tubercular Italians and f-fly-by-night char ities that Jim stopped her allowance. Ws wanted her to marry a man with brair heart, principles and enough money not not to be tempted by—by Annett millions.’” Here the girl stopped alto gether and turned to her husband. He was looking rather white, but his « upon her did not falter. It was something to lean upon, that steady upholding loo} Mi JRE quietly she continued: “‘ Knew! such person ourselves, so trusted her t you. Wished your blood to boil and y back to be up, so sent her looking lil charity child.’ ’’—‘“‘ Three adjectives,”’ ti off Mrs. Broderick, ‘‘and two infinitive ***Sending love and a check to my dea Annette, a jade necklace to my dear headed Daisy. Tell Annette all if you Anne. P.S. Of course Ivy is not silly. 1 simply to draw you. Remember how | you at school?’”’ A third little hush settled over the roo: Annette’s voice trailed into silence. Broderick rubbed his bald spot. Ruy examined his jackknife, a gift from a gr ful groom. Mrs. Broderick looked at orchids in her lap. Annette suddenly dropped to her kn upon Mrs. Broderick’s footstool. ‘Oh, ur this moment,” she cried, “I didn’t know didn’t realize how—how kind you are! | been so afraid of you from the beginni I've thought you hard and managing a un-unfeeling, and all the time you've b« thinking, planning such wonders—for 1 I’m not your pretty Ivy, but I haven't a mother—and I’ve just been married; wo you—could you—do you think I might | you?” “First know what you want,” counsel Mrs. Broderick in her best platform mani at the laying of the clubhouse corner sto! “and then find out the means to attain Hew a straight course. Never lose sight your object. Refuse to be sidetracked, | success,” said Mrs. Broderick, approachi: her peroration, “is eliminating the distan between two points—the one from wh you started and the one you hope to reac!

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) /( at N ‘we. UNMATCHING THE DINING-ROOM FURNITURE v l li 1920 HOME JOURNAL By Ethel Davis Seal: Drawings by Marion Dismant -S ” The Furniture is Dull Chinese Red, Lined With Black and Decorated Outside With Black and Gold SING the song of the unconventional dining room that glories in furniture not bought in a set, but which has been picked up delightfully from time to time when just the right piece is found to fit the place, the purse, and the woman whose dining room it is in the making. And what appalled home seeker who has questingly traveled dread aisles of dining-room suites, faint- heartedly bending to contemplate occasional price tags, will not sing the song with me? For a buffet built to order at a cheap little cabinet maker’s or found tucked away in an obscure farmhouse and released for a pittance to shine in new pastures; the table of severely plain lines unpretentiously holding its full value in the beauty of the unadorned mahogany wood that needs no embellish- ment to enhance it; the rush-bottomed chairs, uncostly and quaint—these things gathered together by the artistic sense of their owner and made much of in a dining room pleasantly proportioned far outshine any machine-made, stereotyped, suite-furnished spot to be seen on a long day’s journey. The time is quite past when it is necessary to spend fabulous sums for a suite of Adam, Queen Anne or some other, because one’s neighbors and friends have set such a pace. Good reproductions of Adam, Chippendale, Sheraton have grown prohibitive in price; the Queen Anne and William and Mary have quadrupled in value, except perhaps those spurious offshoots which have deteriorated into mere earmarks of pressed shell ornamentation and cabriole leg, such as no one of discernment is tempted into acquiring simply because they are of moderate cost and a full set. We have too fortunately glimpsed an occasional rare dining room furnished with unmatched treasures culled from the store of the Old World's collection of masterpieces; we have felt the spell of a Louis commode in blue, fawn and gold, used with an old Chippendale sideboard of mahogany mellowed by time, and delicately carved Chinese ladderbacks restored to full usefulness by the in genuity of the furniture man, not to realize the delight of unmatching the dining room furniture, even on a much more humble scale than this. So is the mind Ivory Walls, Putty Color and Jade-Green Furniture, With a Note of Lavender in Curtains and China prepared for developing some such scheme in more modest furnishing, which may be equally beautiful, however. For beauty is beauty, regardless of cost; we admire spontaneously without inquiring of value, and our admiration may go out to a painted chest decorated at home as to the most exquisite Chippen- dale or Heppelwhite buffet topped proudly by antique knife boxes. S A NUCLEUS around which to build the scheme of a quaint unmatched dining room there is nothing more charmingly adaptable than a drop-leaf table. These come in varying degrees of style and price, from the large gate-legs in really fine mahogany or walnut, which may or may not have extension leaves, the gate-legged tables of nondescript wood waiting to be transformed by paint of a stunning color and engagingly decorated to the unpretentious drop- leaf tables designed for use in a kitchen. Some of these latter are at once ad- mitted into the class of fine furniture when accented by fine lines and posies upon a ground of decorative blue, green or black. With a drop-leaf table the quainter type of chair should be used, such as the ladderback or Windsor, and even those quaint oval-backed kitchen chairs, when painted and cushioned with a tie-on pad seat, are worthy the honor of use in the dining room, provided they are in keeping with the style of the table. When the price of a buffet is prohibitive or when the dining room is too small to comfortably hold one, remember that a chest of drawers is always a pos- sibility. This may be as pretentious or modest as you wish, although it must be entirely unrelated to the bedroom idea; and if it has once been a bureau topped by a mirror, the mirror should be removed and a decorative picture hung on the wall over the chest. Plain mahogany chests holding three or more drawers are now designed for use in the formal rooms in the house, and these are usually well over a hundred dollars; so if you already have a suitable chest in your ONTINUED ON PAGE 198 Unmatched Mahogany Furniture in a Color Scheme of Blue and Ivory, Developing the Popular Colonial Spirit. The Rug is Blue and Black and Cream, and There are a Few Notes of Yellow in the Bowls of Fruit and the Rush Seats of the Ladder-Back Chairs l A ‘| if i ah. at f " Hl i ; a Hf ‘ 4 we

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198 FAMOUS WINDOWS —~ THE WALDORF ~+ASTORIA ERE in the President’s Suite world famous men—our own Presidents, the Prince of Wales, ; the King of Belgium, General y) Pershing — have made decisions that swayed the world. Here in the broad bay windows of the luxuriously furnished rooms they have rested, and watched with interest the Avenue crowds. Everything in this suite is “the best.’”” How natural it is, therefore, that the Shade Roll- ers and Shade Fabrics are of Stewart Hartshorn make! For expert buyers know that for faultless appearance and long, dependable service the Hartshorn prod- uct is unrivaled. In hotel and club and home, Hartshorn guarantees perfect shade service, and is the invariable se- lection of those who would avoid shade troubles. __SHADE ROLLERS AND ¢ WINDOW SHADE FABRICS STEWART HARTSHORN CO., 250 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK ‘Drip-Drop’ Roaster -An Old fashioned Dutch Oven ‘[ HE very name, ‘“‘ Dutch Oven”’, makes you think of good, whole- some foods—juicy, tender meats and fowl, savory stews, wonder- ful roasts. The modern housewife also pre- pares perfectly cooked food and at the same time is able to serve ap- petizing dishes with less worry and bother. The Wagner “‘Drip-Drop”’ Roaster is a real old fashioned Dutch Oven with close fitting cover and the exclusive Wagner self-basting feature. The thorough dis- tribution of the heat through its walls and bottom, the reten- tion of all the moisture and juices during the cooking, and the “Drip-Drop” cover design insure evenly distributed basting. | The “‘Drip-Drop” Roaster is a typical Wagner Cast Iron De Luxe Utensil—carefully made, good looking, long wear- ing. Also made in Cast Aluminum. Your dealer should be able to supply you. Write for booklet. The Wagner Mfg. Co., Dept. 109, Sidney, Ohio ay See Gust Aluminum ie Te! ; - ae tL AD HOME JOURNAL Octobe! UNMATCHING THE DINING-ROOM FURNITURE (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 197) possession you need not hesitate to graduate it from the bedroom. An attractive dining room, shown in the upper right drawing on Page 197, was ac- complished in this wise: Against ivory walls the putty color and jade-green furniture seemed to be particularly harmonious; the chest and the china cupboard, which were backed against the wall, were painted the putty tone on the outside, the inside of the drawers of the chest being painted the flat and rather startling jade green, as was also the inside of the cupboard. The drawers of the chest were knobbed in black. Putty- colored chairs were drawn up to a plain jade- green table, quite stunning on a black rug with a jade-green band. At the windows side drapes and valance of jade hung in niece con- trast against inner drawer curtains of pale orchid mull, and the note of lavender was further in evidence in the purple grapes com- bined with the yellow-green pears effectively arranged in the fruit dish of gray luster. Other accessories of the room well carried out the scheme: The shade of the overhead table light, fashioned in midnight wistaria embroidered in gray, with jade panels and silver fringe, the china of lavender, ivory and black, and on the green table a glazed black pottery bowl filled with a cluster of purple paint brush. How much more delightful this room would be than one furnished in oak that is golden and shining, a complete set, or in the so-called Craftsman, entirely lacking in sub- tlety and uncompromising in character. Even these, however, may be immeasurably improved by tasteful painting and decorat- ing; and many an erstwhile yellow oak suite has been given distinct charm by disguising it under a coat or so of old-blue enamel and fitting it into a scheme of gray, blue and but- tercup yellow, with notes of brass, and some black. And many an inexpensive Mis- sion suite might be given a new lease on life and a decided style of its own by enameling it a soft leaf green, placing it against ivory walls accented by windows hung with cre- tonne in rose, green and ivory. Wwe on the subject of painted furni- ture, the unmatched pieces that have been gathered together to furnish the dining room may always be given a related effect by painting them the same ground color and decorating them. If one wishes to be very modern try a dull Chinese red for the quaintly shaped things you have chosen for this rov », lining them with black and decorating th: m on the outside with black and gold. This |... been tried with great effect in this dini room with the diamond-paned lattice w:- dow, against softly toned gray walls. It js shown at the upper left of Page 197. While the furniture is originally of the c: {- tage type used so much now for breakfa.t rooms, the rich treatment immediately mak: it quite individually handsome and great enhances its value. The curtains at the dows are of printed linen with a black grou and a design of Chinese red, blue and « gold; the china is buff; there are brass cand sticks and a black vase holding orange ma golds, changed in the winter to bittersweet The floor is black, and the pad cushions o{ the gay printed linen seen on the chairs mak: J3 “pleasant accents against this somber grou: MORE conventional unmatched dini room may be seen in the larger drawin; at the bottom of Page 197; and becaus it is developed in the popular colonial spirit and color scheme of blue and ivory with mahogany furniture, it will undoubtedly meet many requirements unsolved by more modern schemes. On the brown floor is laid a large oval rug of blue and black and cream; the walls and woodwork are of ivory; the buffet and the lowboy that is used for the serving table, the table and the ladderback chairs are all of that nice brown mahogany, matching in color if unmatched in type. The corner closet is ivory, since it so nearly is rt of the woodwork, and the Canton china in blue makes it seem very old-fashioned and quaint. Other notes of blue are seen in the cretonn window curtains, which are predominantl) blue and lavender, and in the blue hemstitch ing on the white linen tablecloth. Silver candlesticks and coffee urn blend well with the blue scheme; and there is some pewter used in this room, as well as a few notes oi yellow, principally seen in the bowls of fruit echoing the sunny tone of the rush seats o! the ladderbacks. One piece of furniture bought at a time is almost always sure to be individually beaut ful; it has been saved for and chosen wit great care. And a dining room furnishe: with a collection of these is much more like! to interpret the fine personality of its owne: as well as to outshine its fellows in the dining room world. THE SECOND YOUTH OF ZACHARY HOWE (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 27) she said, glancing about the grove with its lengthening shadows. ‘“‘ Two men are coming here; perhaps they are here now. They will watch their chance. If I leave here they will follow. IfI remain they will stay. And that is what must happen. They’ll enter my room and search my bag. I want them to do that. But they won't find the papers, for I want to intrust them to your keeping. They must be taken from here and delivered to a house in the city. Once there they are safe. If you take them you may have to protect them by force. Now, Mr. Howe, these are the condi- tions. Are you still willing to help me?” For a moment Zachary Howe’s ardor chilled. The plan did not in the least appeal to his overwrought imagination. To go or stay as her bodyguard, yes. To leave while she remained at “The Shadows” was rob- bing the adventure of its wealth of romantic color. But Zachary Howe was a gentleman of his word. “Indeed I will,” he said, con- cealing his disappointment. “If you'll give me the address in the city you may rest assured His sentence was cut short by a stifled exclamation from the woman at his side. She was staring off through the grove. “Look!” she whispered. ACHARY looked. Two men, to all ap- pearances traveling salesmen, were walk- ing up the lane through the grove to “The Shadows.” They both wore straw hats. One was rather tall and well built, the other short and thickset. “There they are !”’ come.” “Then,” said Zachary, half rising’ from the iron bench, “‘I’ll not go. If you are in danger . She pulled him back to his seat. “Don’t appear to notice them. I must get to my room ahead of them. You wait here. I'll bring the papers back.” Nervously she drew a card from her pocket, then the silver fountain pen. She scribbled she exclaimed. ‘‘ They’ve the address. Zachary took the card m chanically and did not so much as glance it. Quickly she got up and half ran throug the grove toward “The Shadows.” With his heart pounding and his cheel burning, Zachary watched her go. He stoo up, took a quick turn up and down the ivy grown sod, cleared his throat and wit searching fingers examined his right arm fi the old well-trained muscles, near dorman these years. To his heated imagination the were still there, pliant, sufficient, eager. H paced up and down, up and down. Sudden! he glanced back at ‘‘The Shadows.” Sh was hurrying back to him. HEY registered,” she said breathlessly “They saw me. But I got to my roon first. Here!” She reached inside the tailore: coat and drew out a thick package seale: with heavy splotches of red wax. ‘Put then out of sight—quick!” Zachary hastily slipped the packet into a1 inside pocket of his dinner coat. Then h looked at his watch. “I haven’t much time,’ he said calmly. “‘The train leaves at seven I'll go to my room and get ready.” She was holding out her hand. Her eyes were sparkling. ‘‘ You’re so good!”’ she ex claimed. “I knew I could count on you.” “You may, ma’am. And [I shall return to-morrow. May I expect to find you here?” “Indeed you may. “Then I shall report and bid you good- by To-morrow I shall leave ‘The Shadows.’” “Leave?” “Yes, madam. I suppose you have real- ized by now that this place is more of a sana- torium for sour old gossips than it is a home. I have been bored to death with it for years. And nowIlam through. I don’t belong here.” “You are going to move away?” “To the city, where I belong and where | shall find appropriate companionship. One would actually grow old in this place.” CONTINUED ON PAGE 201 I p surfs Prep You or mm Johns ishes —va formas over servi plate or dr Your —dot

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er, 19) Walt mall! hin dow! \ RS. SALES was in the and of Zachary, who came to her with “Mrs. Sales, I’m running up to the city to-night. I shall return some time to- morrow. full f He left her standing with her mouth agape. Hi obe 1920 HOME J THE SECOND YOUTH OF ZACHARY HOWE (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 198) asped the extended hand, turned and sprightly through the grove. She re- standing at the bench, gazing after cht up the walk went Zachary Howe. through the center of the line of rockers, quivering as sensation had iled on sensation this epochal day. went up the bare stairs two ata time, e never had attempted before. lothes changed, the small worn bag Zachary delved to the bottom of the covered trunk and brought out a lacquered box. He opened it and ut the packet of bank notes bound rubber band. Beneath these lay the ibinet photograph of a girl surely no han eighteen, a fair-eyed vision of loveliness. Zachary looked at it Mechanically he lifted it out and t into his coat. Then he closed the picked up the heavy ane resting in the and hurried back the stairs. lobby. She started gasped audibly at sight serious eyes. Then I'll settle in I’m leav- :99 or my room. The Shadows. ilfway to the station he looked back. A few yards behind him hurried the tall man of the two who had arrived at ‘Th e Shadows” a scant hour ago. When Zachary bought his ticket the man stood he chair car, stepped out of line and med to examine his grip. He heard the nge man buy a ticket to the same point See Ta tly behind him. Zachary bought a seat k if he could buy seat nine in the chair \nd he heard the agent say he could. ary’s seat was number ten, directly across isle from the man who was following him. Zachary found his seat, sat down, took off traw hat, mopped his brow and began to H I rve the man sitting in seat nine. was well groomed and carried about air of refinement which Zachary had sunted on discovering in a man who had t to rob a lone woman of a legacy be- ng to children. This man was well past ty and his hair was iron gray. Abruptly DS ii iT in turned his head and fixed Zachary’s ising eyes with his own. beg your pardon,” he said, smiling, this is Mr. Zachary Howe, I believe?” ary hesitated and then replied: “I t think we have met, have we ?”’ strange man deliberately stepped the aisle, turned the vacant chair in of Zachary’s so that it faced the latter it down in it. “‘Mr. Howe,” he said in ed tone, “‘under the circumstances I two gentlemen should be able to speak erfect candor.”’ doubtedly,”’ returned Zachary coldly tlemen at all times may do so, if their tials sustain their claims to such classi- yn 1 man actually winced. “I see I am sting under your suspicion, Mr, Howe,” d earnestly. “‘That is unfortunate, of e. However, I am sure I can dispel it. t take offense, Mr. Howe, but you have t ona perfectly hopeless mission—that m the standpoint of your expectations.” hen no one need worry but myself,”’ re- Zachary. “‘To be perfectly frank, your t in my affairs is not in the least ——”’ strange man shook his head with a n of intense irritation. “If you will ine that packet of papers in your inside pocket,” he said abruptly, “you will hat they are blank sheets of foolscap.”’ hary started. “You speak of papers,” d, “‘as though I ——” lease, Mr. Howe, don’t let’s waste time. lurner never was safer in her life than at this moment. You never were in less r than you are now or will be until you to ‘The Shadows.’ And I, to be abso- frank, never was placed in such a hed predicament. Now let me tell youa ings. You have those papers for deliv- They are blank, every sheet. Miss r at this moment is on her way to the n an automobile with the man who with me this afternoon to ‘The Shad- That man is her brother. If you will ine the papers that alone should con- you that I am speaking the truth.” chary Howe’s face had _ reddened. it you say doesn’t interest me in the ” he lied. “When a perfect stranger iteers to analyze my affairs, he not only imes, but wastes his own time and mine. Furthermore, if I had any papers for delivery to anybody else, I certainly should not examine them unless authorized by whomever intrusted them to my care.” HE man looked at Zachary incredu- lously. ‘‘You are a sticker,” he ex- claimed. “Jenny Moore was right Instantly Zachary’s face went white, his lips quivered, a dark shajlow of fedr crept into his eyes. ‘““‘Who—who?” he stammered weakly. The stranger smiled. “ Jenny Moore,” he repeated in a low voice. He reached inside his coat and drew out a photograph. “This lady.” He passed the photograph to Zach- ary Ss quivering fingers. Long Zachary star: ' at it. Mechanically his hand went inside his own coat and drew forth the faded cabinet. He looked from one to the other. Yes, the same beautiful, com- pelling face looked from both, matured, but more lovely for that matu- rity, the stranger’s photo- graph said. ‘“*Understand,’’ the stranger was saying, “I am not prying. I know all about it, Mr. Howe. I havea great reason for knowing. I know you two were engaged— more than twenty years ago. That she is some ten years younger than you. I know that she broke her engage- ment and disappeared. I know, too, that you waited and waited and wrote and searched to find her. And that you never did. And I know that she gave you up because she was young and foolish and wanted to know more men and see more of life. “She went on the stage, Mr. Howe. That’s why you lost her. She changed her name. I know that she saw many men, but that none quite measured up to a lot of fool- ish ideals she had set. And I know that all the letters you wrote back then reached her “Then she matured. I met her two years ago. Then she began to search for you. She wanted to find you again. She left the stage and began to look for you. She found you where you have been for the last fifteen years, it seems. Then when she knew you were still unmarried and that she really had found you, she was afraid. She remembered you only as a young man, full of life and spirit. She was afraid of what the years might have done to you. She was afraid you might have grown to be an old man.” A surge of bitterness swept over Zachary In all these years he never had thought that about her. It would not have mattered to him what the years had done to her. “CO THEN,” the man was saying, “she decided to find out if you Aad grown old If you had—well He hesitated and looked out of the window. “Yes,”’ nodded Zachary, ‘‘I understand.’ “*So she decided on this experiment. Miss Turner is an old friend of hers; so is her brother. They both are stage people. I am That address you have in your pocket is the address of Miss Jenny Moore You were to take those blank papers to her When you arrived before the house I was to attack you and see if you would fight Miss Moore was to watch it all from the house. And when you entered, after having shown that you were not afraid and still had the adventurous spirit in you, she would tell you who she is.” Then Zachary found his tongue. “It was contemptible!” he said. ‘I believe you are honest in what you say.” “I am,” said the man earnestly. “And why—why haven’t you decided to carry out your réle in this farce?”’ ‘“‘ Because,” said the man, “I love her.”’ “*T’ve loved her ever since I’ve known her. I promised to take part in this thing because I loved her. And I knew that if you meas- ured up to her romantic standards, I would lose her to you.”’ Zachary clenched his teeth. “And so?” he said. “And so,” said the man imploringly, “I lost my courage when I boarded this train. I came to you with the truth. I want her, Mr. Howe. And she'll marry me if . “Tf I turn tail and run like a—like an old man,” snapped Zachary. “Well,” said the other miserably, “I don’t know how else to put it.” “Listen,” said Zachary, completely mas- tering his every emotion, “if Jenny Moore wants to have me back because I’m still my younger self, or if she wants to remember me only that way, I am not going to disappoint her.”’ “You mean —— “T mean you’re going through with this too ” CONTINUED ON PAGE 202 | Mapleine A OURNAL Supervision of your childrens candy habits is aS necessary as your watchfulness of their play or choice of companions It should be easy for you to guide them be- cause Huylers is always pure and wholesome Bon bons Chocolates 201 | Makes 1 this ¢ | Syrup Take a little from this bottle of concentrated flavoring, add to simple sugar syrup, and you have delicious home- made syrup. 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An unrivaled favorite for forty years with supremacy ever main- tained by unchanging excellence. Clings closely to the skin—won’t rub off. Contains nothing in- jurious to the most delicate complexion. All tints 50 cts. (double the quantity of old 25c size) plus 2 cts. war tax. Miniature box by mail 4 cts, plus | ct. war tax. The Freeman Perfume Co. Dept. 53 Cincinnati, Ohio either I am going to break your head with this stick when you stage your fight, or you’re going to break my neck in self-defense. If you don’t go through with this, 7 shall and Jenny Moore will know who is afraid and whoisn’t. If you don’t attack me as arranged I'll tell her you were afraid to. When we get in—I see we’re getting in now—I’m going to take a taxicab to this address. You take one and follow. Instruct your chauffeur not to interfere unless it is to keep my chauffeur from you. This is going to be between us, Mr.—er “ “‘Here’s my card,” said the man. Zachary glanced at it and put it into his pocket. “‘Very well, Mr. Carter; do you understand?” The man nodded in wretchedness and went back to his seat. The train pulled into the station. Zachary hastened straight to the taxicab entrance, called the address from the card in his pocket and entered the car. From the corner of his eye he saw Carter en- ter the taxi which immediately drew up to the landing where Zachary’s had stood. The cab turned suddenly from the great thoroughfare and began to speed cross-town through dimly lighted streets. Then he looked back. There was Carter following. “tr. taxi stopped so suddenly that the brakes screamed and Zachary piled up against the opposite seat. Simultaneously the door flew open and Carter grabbed him and hauled him to the pavement. Then Zachary forgot the farce. He felt a rush of all-sufficient power through his veins. He whirled like a flash and struck heavily with his cane. Carter struck at Zachary with his fist. Zachary ducked. The blow missed. “Lay on!” yelled Zachary. The glory of battle filled his every brain cell. The two chauffeurs suddenly rushed in. “Stand back, stand back!” yelled Zach- ary. “Keep away; this is my fight.” Then Carter leaped for Zachary. Both men went rolling to the bumpy brick pave- ment, their arms interlocked. “Isn’t this enough!” panted Carter in Zachary’s ear. “T told you on the train,’’ panted back Zachary; ‘“‘ you’ve—got to—see it through.” They rolled and struck and clawed and squirmed. There came a moment in that wild mélée when Zachary’s right arm was free and Carter’s head within range. With every ounce of his strength Zachary struck at it. Carter’s head flopped back and he lay still. Zachary scrambled to his feet and picked up his cane. He turned to the chauffeurs. ‘Take this man away. Drive him around the block till he gets all right,” he ordered. ‘ You,” sin- gling out his own chauffeur, “wait here a few minutes; I’m going to a hotel.” Then he looked at the unlighted house in front of him, walked up the steps, verified the number and rang the bell. The door opened immediately. A woman was faintly revealed in the half light. “Come in quickly,”’ she whispered tragi cally. ‘Did you bring them?” Zachary walked in without answering. The door closed behind him. “In the room to your right,’ whispered the voice. Zachary felt his way, stumbled against a chair. He sat down in it. The next mo- ment a button clicked and the room was flooded with electric light. Zachary Howe looked at the woman standing with her finger still on the switch button. She was tall and finely molded, the hair brown and slightly silvered. And her face was full of beauty. Zachary looked away instantly. He was fighting back a mad desire to call her by name. And so this is how after the years he had found her! HE was looking at him with a half smile on her lips. “‘I saw you fight,” she said oresently. “‘It was splendid. You are a Shoe man.” Zachary said nothing. “Do you know who I am?” said the woman. She crossed the room and came close to him. Zachary looked up at her and saw her eyes full of great expectancy, a tremendous ex- citement. And immediately he scowled. “I don’t know who you are,” he said in a whine, “‘and I don’t care. Here!” he pulled out the package of papers and held them out to her. joURNAL = THE SECOND YOUTH OF ZACHARY HOWE. (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 201) thing. That I am not going to quit. That ‘“Here’s something a woman asked \¢ t) bring you—for nothing, I suppose J -yes she did it because she thought it wa. the cheapest way.” Automatically she had taken the ps cket Then she retreated a step. And Zachar\ say she was on guard. Certainly he was nv th, Zachary Howe one would have expected t; discover after witnessing that encoun er j) the street. “Well,” whined Zachary, “don’t [ ge anything for riskin’ my life to bring they things to you. Who’s going to settle for m railroad fare and the taxicab and pay m way back? That's what I want to kn ER expression was one to defy analysis ““T’m sure,” she said, “I can arrang that. Was anything said to you about pay before you agreed to deliver this?” ““No; there wasn’t. That’s becaus: an old fool. I let that woman talk me into it that’s what I did. But I guess if those papers are so important, they must be worth some- thing to somebody. I guess it’s worth some thing to you for me to bring them, isn’t it?’ ““Why—yes.” Her face now had los every trace of enthusiastic expectancy. She looked at him coldly. Zachary saw her and understood. For one brief moment he could have groaned with the cold pain in his heart. But he recovered and got to his feet, lamely. ‘And my rheuma- tism’s going to get worse after this, too,” he whined. ‘I’m too old a man to be chasing about town at this hour of night. I ought to be in bed. I always am by nine o'clock have been for years.” “You must lead a very monotonous life.’ “*T lead my own life—just mine, and that’s good enough for me. I live by rule, I do Hard rules! I don’t break them for any- body.” ““You’re single then?” she said coldly. “Single,” shouted Zachary, banging his cane to the floor. “Do I look like a man who'd be tied toa woman? Do I? Do you think I’d give up my liberty for any womar to drag me about here and there like they al do or try todo? Dol?” She shook her head resolutely. “No, yo do not. Please excuse me for a moment She returned with a purse in her hands “Tf you will tell me how much I owe you she said, opening it, ‘‘I shall be very gla to settle with you.” “Eighteen dollars and seventy-five cents said Zachary with finality. “I won’t « the new collar I’ve got to buy or the cost having my clothes cleaned.” She extracted a twenty-dollar bill and hel: it out to him. “Please take this. I am t mendously obliged for all you have don ACHARY snatched the bill greedil 4 thrust it into the pocket where rested penned address of this woman and the car from Carter. Fora brief second he loo! her with an expression in his eyes made her wonder. ‘‘ Good night!” hi Then he wheeled, went to the door, c1 the pavement and entered the waiting When the car had started Zachary k1 on the glass. ‘‘Stop at the first florist directed. And before the first one the cab dr “Twenty dollars’ worth of orchids Zachary to the salesman who stared dishevelment. He pulled out the two from his pocket along with the twenty-ollat note. “For Miss Jenny Moore,” he sald “this address,” tossing the card whic!) th woman had penned at “The Shadows Then he tossed Carter’s card to the «sk “Put this on them. And can you de ver them immediately—to-night ?”’ The clerk shook his head. “Last : ery’s gone, sir. But I can send them sp: ‘4. That will cost you half a dollar.” Without a word Zachary drew th« from his pocket and placed it on top « twenty-dollar bill. And straight out | taxi he went. “What hotel?” queried the chauffei'. “None,” said Zachary; ‘“‘back to tn station.” As the car started, the lights blurre: fore his eyes. He shook his head dog and coughed twice. Then he clearec > throat. “If that—if that elevator isn’t ™! ning by Monday,” he was saying resolu“! if through trembling lips, “I’m going to Sales and I’m—I’m going to raise the r es aa] — Hiya s Ruri} arin N (i NI. | ore EE FT WZ

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HOME JOURNAL LAST CALL FOR FALL PLANTING By J. Horace McFarland PHOTOS. BY J. HORACE MC FARLAND CO. HESE lovely lazy autumn days do not suggest effort, but I hope the planting opportunities may. The long summer has ended and the season, which to me seems anything but melancholy, is open- ing. The poet Bryant saw in the autumn only the approaching death of the year, which nthe tells us he was no garden worker; but those of us who tend the flowers of spring and summer, who note the matur- ing of fruits and vegetables in these warm and sunny days of October or early Novem- ber, find the season by no means sad and depressing. The year has ‘‘ made good,” and the whole color scheme of Nature tells us so, as the bright yellows, reds and browns of the leaves succeed the cool greens of midsummer. Then, as these leaves softly fall to the ground, to which they return more than that ground gave them, the bared twigs exhibit Nature’s wonderful architecture, and their fat buds show us the joyous resurrection promise for the next spring. rhe sight of these buds ought to warn us our time of preparation for spring flowers is at hand. To open for our pleasure 1 six or eight months they must be pushed from the soil by abundant sap, warmed into action by spring suns. If we wait until spring comes to move these plants from the nursery to our home grounds we give them harder for we ask the newly disturbed roots lo full duty under unfamiliar conditions. October is the Heart of the Time k* R the great array of good shrubs and mall trees that flower before July and he enduring evergreens that keep the len bright in winter, fall planting i tly preferred. October is the very heart he time, for though transplanting may lone until the ground is ially frozen, it is far bet to have it firmed around roots while it is yet warm | mellow. lwo families of garden ubs I want now to urge cially upon aspiring home rdeners for planting in the of 1920; both are familiar their common forms and th have better forms which ht to be familiar. lhe common lilac is loved all the North, but »w how fine are the better ts, mostly ‘‘made in few come from southeastern Europe, Asia and China, the familiar sweet lilac of our gardens being a native of Bulgaria, from whence its progress through several centuries to the door yards and fence corners of America is an interesting tale too long to be told here. A wonderful French plant breeder of the last century, M. Victor Lemoine, of Nancy, led in doing many things to and with the common lilac. He doubled the flowers which is not always a merit! He gave ita color range from pure white through both blues and dull reds and purples to flowers of deepest hue, with dainty tones of pink and lavender and heliotrope along the line. Its panicles of bloom, as well as the indi vidual blooms, were enlarged, and its foliage likewise improved, while the plants were caused to produce these striking flowers more abundantly. The delicious fragrance remains in most of his creations and the height and habit of the plant have been varied so as to give it a wider place range in the garden. It is said that more than ten thousand people of Boston visit the Arnold Arbo retum—in the Hub’s park system at Ja maica Plain—on Lilac Sunday in spring, enjoying the sweetness and the beauty of the two hundred and more vari eties there grown to perfec tion. The Lilac Sunday in Highland Park, Rochester, where even more varieties some of them actually “ mad in Rochester” by the loving Scotch superintendent, Johr Dunbar—are larly attractive It is these better sorts I would have planted in this autumn of 1920 by LAptes’ grown, Is ni \ re This is the Way to Plant Evergreens. So That by Their Color and Form They May Bring Closer Harmony Between House and Ground, Give a Delightful Privacy and Serve as Windbreaks garden workers What are they? Their name is nearly legion. No mistake will be made if Marie Legraye and Mme. Casimir Périer are planted as white varieties. President Grévy is a rich blue with enor mous panicles. Negro is deep violet-purple, and Congo is deep wine red. But the varieties are so numerous that I dare not enumerate further; the nursery- men ought to know which are best in any locality of the North- ern, Middle and Western states. He must not, however, be per- mitted to provide aspirants for lilac displays with plants grafted on privet or any similar roots—it is “‘own- root”’ lilacs I am advising. There are some wonderful lilacs not yet actually in commerce, which will greatly enrich our gardens and parks as they are made available—lilacs of West China brought to the Arnold Arboretum by the great plant scout of the day, E. H. Wilson. I don’t tell of them, or of other more obtainable species, because this last call for 1920 fall planting is less for the fancier of rare plants than for the woman who is willing to spend the price of a box of candy on a shrub that will give pleasure for many years—how many I do not know, for the oldest lilacs I am ac- quainted with have a clear history of seventy years and are yet blooming serenely each spring. 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LAST CALL FOR FALL PLANTING (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 205) mock orange obviously re- fers to the resemblance of the odor of one species to the orange blossom, but is quite inaccurate for others. Breeze Hill garden has vari- eties with the odor of the hyacinth and of the old- fashioned “vanilla” or valerian, while an- other gives fragrance identical with that of the sweet pea. These mock oranges, or one or two sorts of them, are so common in gardens that they are assumed to belong to America;-yet the one fragrant sort which is most common came to us from Armenia through European gardens. We do have some native American Phila- delphuses, and it is one of them, the ex- quisitely fragrant small-leaved form from the Rocky Mountains which, sent a quarter century ago by the Armold Arboretum to that same cunning French hybridizer, M. Lemoine, enabled him to produce the lovely mock oranges I want to see more widely planted in American gardens. One of them is named “ Virginal,’’ and it bears wands of large, sweet, double flowers, looking more like gardenias than anything else. Another is ‘“‘ Avalanche,” and it is just that when its white blooms cascade the plant. ‘Boule d’Argent” is a veritable little ball of silver, and the varieties Con- quéte, Mont Blanc, Manteau d’Hermine, Nuée Blanche and Pavillon Blanc are all distinct and lovely. Their foliage varies as much as do the flowers, and when visitors to my garden see them in bloom, they scarcely connect them at all with the old mock orange. These shrubs are of rapid and easy growth in almost any soil, and they ought to be planted in the fall, ready to start promptly with the first suspicion of spring. “Much Better Roses Now AST month I urged fall planting of roses. I reiterate the urge now, referring espe- cially to the fine newer hardy climbers. Crim- son Rambler was a real advance when it was distributed over the country a score of years ago; but it, and its pink prototypes, Dorothy Perkins and Lady Gay, are not the only rugged hard-luck roses needed to climb over porches and fences and embankments in America. There are many much better roses now, and I advise discarding most of the mildew-inviting Crimson Ramblers in favor of these. Silver Moon, Dr. W. Van Fleet, Christine Wright and Climbing American Beauty are large-flowered climbers of vigor and beauty and true value. American Pillar, Hiawatha and Evangeline are lovely single-flowered glorifications of the wild rose. And there are others, many others! It is not too late, these October days, to secure evergreen cheer for the coming winter and for a long lifetime and more. The ever- greens are now dormant, or resting from their active growth, and may be safely re moved, especially if brought in or bought

with a ball of earth a the tender, fibrous, r roots which, once th« thoroughly dried out . not be revived with wat If I might putin one par graph a hint as to the and don’ts of everyre; planting, it would be about thus: “ Do plan; evergreens for approaches, for backgr. for windbreaks, for lovely and varied color, for tying the house to the around the foundations; don’t plant evergreens as exclamation points in th: metrical center of precious bits of lawn plant them so close to walks or dri fences that they must be removed just they begin to show their character nurseryman what ought to be the heig! diameter in fifteen years from plantin; plant the forms and colors you li like i in group: where they will dignify the home ground: don’t indulge freely in blue spruces and ye! low arbor vite; don’t plant Norway spruc at all, unless you expect it to die out just when it is most valuable to your home; d plant pines and hemlocks and firs as th evergreens that you and your children can love and live with; do use the dwarf pin and junipers and arbor vite and yews clos to the house; don’t start there the kinds that will make the house gloomy as they shut of air and light in twenty years.” “Plant Sensibly, Grow Lovingly” T SEEMS to me that fall planting stimu lates the imagination more than doe: spring planting, for there can obviously lx no immediate effect. It is this imagination this looking ahead for five, ten or twent years, that plants the pictures and avoid the messes into which the “practica planter gets himself. If the Lebanon Vall farmer, who, liking the peculiar habit of Kilmarnock willow he saw pictured i: tree agent’s plate book, bought and plant a dozen of them in his little front yard used his imagination, he would have avoid making his home surroundings grotesqu If my friend who planted young hemloc} from the woods close to the path leadin: into his mountain cottage had dream: what ten winters and summers would « them, he would not have had to dig then to avoid being excluded from his own { door! So, dream now of what the little trees plants will come to under the kindly they deserve. “Plant thick, thin quick,” is one axio am not converted to, for it is exceed hard to thin at all! “Plant sensibly lovingly,” sounds better. There are many other shrubs that benefit by fall planting. Forsythias first to bloom; the lovely deutzias bolder weigelas, the noble magnolia these are proper, and many herba plants as well, for fall planting. FE) there is a chance of loss by a hard wi take the chance; the stimulation of imagination is worth the effort.

Y great-great-grandmother, Phipps by name, Tiptoed out from her picture frame, Stepped from the lowboy down to a chair, Then to the carpet and curtsied there. Grandmother’s hair was powdered white, And her shoulders gleamed in the softened light, And her ivory fan waved to and fro, Wafting a perfume of years ago. “My dear, please don’t be afraid,” she said; ““There’s a boy upstairs in the blue- room bed; I’ve heard him laugh, and I’ve heard him fret, . But nobody’s brought him to see me yet; “Why, only this morning I heard them say He was five months old this very day; THE VISITOR By Elliott C. Lincoln So now, when he’s sure to be fast asleep, Please won’t you take me for just one peep?” I said I was charmed—it was only fair— And I led the way up the darkened stair, Which is rather a shivery thing to do With a great-great-grandmother fol lowing you. She knelt by the baby’s blanket nest And she touched his hand to her fair young breast, And I heard her laugh, as she smoothed the clothes: “Thank Heaven, he’s got the family nose [”’ Then she tiptoed back the way shecame And settled down in her picture frame. There’s the happiest smile on the canvas lips Of Great-great-grandmother Charity Phipps!

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T H E L A © er, gy Octet 1920 HOME JOURNAL 207 \Vuart's In Your Pocket, Uncve Jim ? NCLE JIM always has such beautiful things for us in his pocket—but last Christmas he brought us the beautifulest of all. It was a Bubble Book. Since then he’s been bringing us Bubble Books every time he comes —and how we do wait for Uncle Jim! Each one he hav, brings is better than the last, and ever so much better gut, cai than dolls or toys. We ask for Bubble Books for " Christmas and Easter and birthdays’n’ ever’thing, ~ "cause we just can’t get too many of them. D. gr d nt the gx n ri ig ur Ling nh groups frounds and yel Y spruce Dut just me; d s as the ren cat rf pine ES“ Ehat Sin g = bly” By Ralph Mayhew and Burges Johnson Pictures by Rhoda Chase ry stimu in doe usly be ination twent avold ictica | Vall vit of a plant rd void te sau ‘miock Songs Your Child Can Play On Any Phonograph— tl.“ this means—in every-day, grown-up language—that between the pages of these books, in paper pockets made to fit, there are real, sure-enough phonograph rec: that sing the songs the stories tell about. If your child has a small phonograph of his own, he can pla his Bubble Book records on it to his heart’s content. If | hasn’t, he can play them on your big machine, for any phon graph will play them. 1¢ Go today to any phonograph, toy, book or gift shop, stationery or de- partment store—and other stores everywhere, and get Bubble Books to make a child happy. Price $1.50 each. HARPER-COLUMBIA SINGING BOOKS A Glimpse of What’s In Them No. 1—The Bubble Book No. 7—The Funny Froggy Bubble Book Tom, Tom, the Piper’s Son Jack and Jill The Frog Who Would A-Wooing Go Mary and Her Little Lamb The Frog and the Crow The Carrion Crow No. 2—The Second Bubble Book No. 8—The Happy-Go-Lucky Bubble Book Simple Simon Little Bo-Peep Old King Cole The Milk Maid Che Plough Boy . _- ha “I ‘ No. 3—The Third Bubble Book ihe Pee eet Miss Jennia Jones The Farmer in the Dell No. 9—The Merry Midgets Bubble Book Lazy Mary iE a ’ ? Daddy Long-Legs and Floppy Fly Phe Fly No. 4—The Animal Bubble Book and the Bumble-Bee — The Spider and the Fly The Three Little Kittens The Three Little Piggies = No. 19—The Little Mischief Bubble Book The Three Blind Mice ; of , : The Little Girl Who Had a Little Curl No. 5—The Pie Party Bubble Book Oh, Dear, What Can the Matter Be? Little Jack Horner The Queen of Hearts Bobby Shaftoe’s Gone to Sea Good King Arthur . — : No. 11—The Tippy-Toe Bubble Book No. 6—The Pet Bubble Book The City Mouse and the Country Mouse Little Pussy Little Doggy Cock-a-Doodle-Doo Tabbyskins Old Mother Hubbard | Harper & Brothers Established 1817 New York == ee

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T H £ Lt A oD { HOME JOURNAL October, | 92, SO ni limits uphol they selves with past color must vitho clash ise O terial Lhe ol tne In si most de lig may ising tonne t ha nly ea4re “Tt’s ‘Simply Wonderful For This Fine Rug” , ‘HERE’S a soul-satisfying joy in tain the rich beauty of their soft color- buy a Royal at any time or place. owning a rare Oriental rug that ing without injury to the delicate fabric. the first place, the appreciation of few household possessions can That way is offered by the Royal Elec- superior merit has built up a dema give. But the rift in the lute is the tric Cleaner. that is always greater than we can meet responsibility for its care. he ee ea Without removing it from the floor, - ; | ie | Chen again, the Royal dealer is one Unlike any other art treasure, its the Royal cleans the rug through and . me ‘ ' : : specially selected from the many fu. beauty cannot be shielded, but must be through by the powerful yet gentle Pn : : ee ' his ability to represent us intelligent } exposed to the soil of dirt-laden feet force of its cleansing air stream. ; - fa sige and his capacity for giving satisfacto and the wear of grinding grit. . mea Even the rug of most delicate tex- Service. Every woman will be gratified to ture'can be cleaned time after time learn that there is a safe and easy way with perfect safety, because the Royal THE P. A. GEIER COMPANY keep her prized rugs clean and re- Cleans by Air—Alone! Not only does 5101 St. Clair Avenue, Cleveland, Ohic the Royal prolong the life of the rug by keeping it ev invirarion MEmecR OF free from the deeply embed- The emblem of the ded dirt that grinds and Rice Leaders of the ° — World Association 1s wears, but it purifies and ; : the mark of a fecognized AN mm tl freshens by health-giving reputation tor honsvable ANE =-R alr. | business principles “and ° -s an honest product. It is not surprising that : @tw YORK usa it is not always possible to

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NEW CRETONNES FOR AUTUMN (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 41) ‘retonne is designed and woven in so ny varying types and textures that it is sible under the same heading to obtain a iterial combining all the quality of the old cut velvets and the charm of the needle- int designs at home in the dwelling of te, or of the posies yearning to embel- , the dressing table and four-poster of colonial bedroom. Under the name of tonne are found fabrics for summer and iter, for country and town, for formal ng and formal people, for folk grave or but in all it may be still acclaimed the ric of friendliness, for mighty places are pier and humble spots more winsome for ise. Since the years have proved that cretonne iot a fad, that, though designs may come | go, the material itself remains an un- nged blessing in our scheme of things, it 100ves us to realize anew with each fresh tput of designs just how we may best take vantage of such a potent element of at- tive decoration. Try Out More Than One Design OR those whose houses are already fur- k nished there is a certain finality that limits the choosing of cretonne draperies and upholsteries, and they find them- cretonne, which is somehow more mysteri- ously beautiful because of its name of Night Birds in Blue, though the birds, in pairs, delicately tinted a bisque tone, loom in wan loveliness against crushed-rose phlox with bottle-blue-green and drab foliage backed on an ivory ground. Wisely the walls were tinted to match the pale back- ground, as this at once makes a room more livable and restful and spacious; the fire- place was breasted by a light-mustard tiling, echoing a note of this same cglor found in the branches on the cretonne a buff tone, be- tween this and the ivory used on the walls, was used in the silk crépe of the inside pull curtains at the windows. And be it noted in passing that just such leeway in color match- ing is quite safe, as the seeking of a perfect match would often be harrowing and quite frequently impossible to find. The effect is the thing, and so long as that is gained, a bare shade of difference is immaterial. The cretonne is used for the window draperies, the upholstery of the sofa, a chair, and the front of a second chair. It is wise to beware of using too much cretonne in any room. In this case quite enough is in force, since the plain colors taken from the design of the fabric are massed in attractive com- bination in the lamps, the sconces and the’ books. As accents on the black floor

selves considering with trepidation past-and-done color schemes that must be revivified without a single clash while making use of modern ma- terial, still keeping the old harmony in the room intact. In such cases a most surprisingly delightful effect may result from using the right cre- tonne,even though it has been found only after diligent search and after the trying out of perhaps more than one design in a cut length fastened temporarily at a vindow to prove whether it be the fortunate and final selection. It is always a wise course to try out any drapery fabric by living with it a hile. Try an inex- pensive one, since the cut length may e purchased with view to utilizing fora pillow cover more is not ight Ir choosing a shade strayed — made, done, breath, spring, him spoke

THE HARVEST By Mary Brent Whiteside Is not this the carpenter's son? “ He specially made plows and yokes." ERHAPS a thorn tree cast its Within his open door; It must have been that sunbeams And angels—’round the things he And drifted o’er the floor. All day he toiled till set of sun; And when his humble Along a little footpath, dim And sweet with almond-flowers’ His mother Mary Across the fields near Nazareth And though the time was scarcely And fields were newly plowed, They talked about the harvesting — What russet treasure it should bring; And her sweet eyes were proud, While that fond heart that loved Of oxen, blest to wear his yoke, And little ones—he loved them so; Of these the kingdom, so He saith— How strong and stalwart they should grow On blessed bread of Nazareth! are oval rugs done in the rose and bisque of the curtains and the rest of the uphol- stery is done in soft greenish-blue velours inspired by that tone in the cretonne. Consider for a moment the bed- room in lavender and green. Begin- ning with the apple-green high- boy and four- poster, one might have expected to evolve a quite mildly green bed- room, unless one happened upon a cretonne that changed the course of events. In this case the quaint- ness of this laven- der cretonne with a nice little all- over “wiggle” of black mixing with the plain lavender of the background anddaintily spread with clusters of pink and yellow roses, blue flowers and blue-winged birds and a mass of trailing, shadowy foliage of apple Matt. 13:55 Justin tasks were came to him,

tonne to blend th a furnished om scheme, either the background or ne of the chief color notes should match e wall tone; next, the color of the floor vering and the room furnishings should e taken into consideration and tones of ese colors should be blended to form the ttractive color scheme of a cretonne. Any ne of these colors may predominate, as may n entirely foreign note if the other colors be there in lesser degree. In a room of brown nd tan with notes of rose, a dark-grounded retonne showing much rose and dull blue, the latter predominating, with branches of rown, “et green leaves, would be a pleas- ng possibility. But in fitting a room around a bit of cre- ynne—ah, here is joy and to spare! If you ake a clean start in your problem of fur- ishing and begin with the purchase of your hosen cretonne from it you are enabled to levelop a color scheme that is absolutely inique and one that you could have thought fin no other way; and furnishing takes on ew delights as you play a sure and pleasant ime of matching tones and tints, positive f the ultimate success of your task because ou hold the proof in the cretonne which is our inspiration. In the picture of the living room on Page 11, you may see how delightful can be a room furnished from a piece of

green halted the usual course of evolution and the bedroom waxed into one of real character rhe colors of the cretonne have been repro duced faithfully in the plain lavender flounce of the bed, the ruffling of blue, and the fine notes of black on the floor, the chair and the cornice abov. the window. Some of the New Offerings MONG the new offerings of cretonne for the autumn are the Dartford Birds ona gold ground or black, heavily plaided with white and interspersed with rose clusters; the Versailles design shown in the bedroom and which can be had with the deep-lavender ground or pale gray; birches in amethyst and blue, combining some of the warm um ber tones ona thickly covered background of black; a Shin Yang print of great charm, delicately colored in dark rose and gold on ivory, with side notes of blue and gray green, and through its Chinese spirit fitted to adorn even the most formal room; the stunning Tree Peony in black and gold; and the Sea Gardens of Nassau in green, a charming im agery of what one really might see growing on the bottom of the deep sea if one had been born a mermaid. These and many other cretonnes are offered for the autumn, though they are suitable for any season.

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1929 tob 1920 HOME JOURNAL THE OFFICE D Spurts of Sapience ry} iIE man who speaks kindly and rever- | ntly about his mother is not a bad n but the man who speaks unkindly and rently about anybody’s mother is not «| man. en children yell at their parents or other, they have been yelled at by ts and each other. man who hasn’t something to conceal omplains that he is misunderstood. he smile be constant, its wearer isn’t. ere are two classes of children every er knows: Model children and her own. amount of argument or explanation concile sweet milk and vinegar or jus- heir commingling. e friend to whom you have too often plain is not a true friend, or you your- re not true. finest companionship is that to which int conversation and mutual entertain- t are wholly unnecessary. STRICKLAND GILLILAN. A Puzzle Telegram ‘HIS is the story of a boy, his mother, | and a telegram. From the boy’s earliest years he had spent many a happy hour with his mother solving puzzles in the current magazines, and that is why he sent his mother the sort of telegram he did and why she knew what it meant. lle had always loved the sea, and there- he was in high spirits when he received ippointment to the United States Naval \cademy at Annapolis. After taking the entrance examinations at Washington he nt to work on a farm in a distant state before the result of the test could, be known. When the official notice arrived at his home, tating that he had passed the examinations essfully, his mother wired him the good at once. And this was the answer that flashed back: CCBAGCDE” hen his mother received it, although new that the news she had sent must driven him wild with joy, she began to ler whether it had led to an attack of ning of the brain. What could the let- mean? Were they perhaps initial let- Maybe they meant: “‘Can Come by Glad Could Do Exams.” But that would be too silly. Everyone gave everyone, that is, except the boy’s er; mothers have faith in their sons \nd this mother knew that her boy’s mes meant something that he did not wish iblish broadcast. ‘0 she went about her household tasks king of the puzzling dispatch all the and suddenly, while she was washing ishes, it came to her like an inspiration: ise letters mean music.”’ And so they Let anyone play them on the piano or with C for do. The message the boy ent to his old-time mother-chum was se God from whom all blessings flow.” apolis. Wind ‘| Ik. strongest wind ever measured in rumentally was one of one hundred and six miles an hour, recorded by the an neter on Mt. Washington, in the White ntains, January 11, 1878. The windiest n of the globe is found in the antarctic ms. At Commonwealth Bay, Adélie Land, the Mawson expedition had an aver- vind of fifty miles an hour for a whole while winds of one hundred miles an were common. The winds of our crican tornadoes are much too strong to sure directly. From the effects they luce, however, it is possible to determine r force approximately, and it is believed in some cases they amount to six hun or eight hundred miles an hour. Reversible Names f~ ME time ago a man came into the office vhere a friend of mine was employed \g a paper to be mailed to him at Ava, stating “It makes no difference whether pell Ava backward or forward it is the either way.” an beat that, for I knew a man living small place called Reger who can do ame thing with his entire name and ess. The man’s name is O. M. Reger. O. M. Reger, Reger, Mo. u will see it spells backward the same rward, r Handing "Em Down *O YOUR brother has the measles, Johnny. When are you going to have m?”? When my brother gets through with \, | suppose.” Scraps That He Picks Up Here, There and Everywhere PHOTO. BY BURKE & ATWELL A Pond of Clowns THE PHOTOGRAPH was taken in a lily pond. These clowns are all the real article and amuse thousands every day in summer with the circus. The Donkey May Ride HE jocular old party was about to board a street car.on a pouring wet day. “Ah, conductor,” he inquired, “is this Noah’s Ark of yours full?” “No, sir,” the conductor instantly re- torted; “there’s just room for the donkey. Come on, sir.” His View of It “AS YOUR attorney,” stated the lawyer, “you wish that I secure for you larger damages in this assault case?”’ “Gosh, no!’’ replied the client. “If I get any more damages I'll be in the hospital! What I want is cash!” Exactly Bo the dancing snowflakes.” “ Practicing for thesnowball I suppose.” A Poor Catch HE station master, hearing a crash on the platform, rushed out of his room just in time to see the express that had just passed through disappearing round the curve and a disheveled young man sprawled out per- fectly flat among a confusion of overturned milk cans and the scattered contents of his traveling bag. “Was he trying to catch the train?”’ the station master asked of a small boy who stood by, admiring the scene. “He did catch it,’”’ said the boy happily, “but it got away again!” Feminine Diplomacy “\ ELL, Dorothy,” said her father on Sunday afternoon, “shall we have a walk or a car ride?” “IT razer walk,” little Dorothy replied, “if ‘ou will carry me.” Page Wives, Husbands and Votes An Editorial ‘ 1 Short Stories In September Josephine Daskam Bacon 7 Blue Battalin—Tiansformer Varion Elisabeth Watson 10 \ Red-Haired Girl Can Always Get a Man—Fannie Kilbourne 14 Does Mrs. Broderick Fail? Louise Kennedy Mabie 22 The Second Youth of Zachary Howe —W illiam Harper Dean 25 Serials A Poor Wise Man: VII Vary Roberts Rinehart 18 Ihe Silver Sixpence: I Ruth Sawyer 30 Special Articles Women in the Presidential Cam paign — Elisabeth Jordan 3 ‘They Landed Here First!”’’ Says Provincetown Jessie Henderson 12 The Six Social Ranks Albert Payson Terhune . 16 Does the Nursing Profession Need Nursing?—Corinne Lowe . 28 Eighty Years of Reminiscence Marion Harland. . . 32 Woman’s Mishandling of Labor James H. Collins 34 The Education of Gloria Dorothy Parker ‘ 37 Teas You Will Like to Give Nathalie Schenck Laimbeer. . . 38 The Mother of Eight— Eva Bishop 95 Uncle Sam, M. D., at Your Service William Harper Dean 154 Jerusalem Corners — Robert G. Leetch 188 Gardening Last Call for Fall Planting , ie Hora« e Me Farland . 205 Interior Decoration New Cretonnes for the Autumn Ethel Davis Seal 41 Unmatching the Dining-Room Fur niture—Ethel Davis Seal . 197 Housekeeping Fresh Meat the Year Round Ruth Dunbar . 105 Mexican Cookery Caroline Cook Coffin, M.D. 111 Table of Contents Edna Randol ph W orrell 126 Miscellaneous Halloween Party Place Cards John G. Scott 44 Sugar Coating Frances L. Garside &9 Starting a Gift Shop Ruth Evelyn Dowdell 108 Want to Look Younger? M anager of the Girls’ Club 123 * Helpful Home Journal Books 132 Fashions Page Smart, Aren't They! Mary Brush Williams 42 Straight Lines Mark the Winter Mode — Harry Collins > Smart Frocks for Daytime Wear 55 Short Skirts and Slender Lines Harry ( ollins 58 Becoming Long Lines 61 Smart Paris Hats 65 The Newest Things for Our Neck and Heels 66 Graceful Drapery Marks the Mod 68 Well-Planned Frocks 71 Here Youth is Served 72 Such Clothes as These Provick Every Need S Correct Clothes for the Busine Woman Carolyn Tr rid Rad nor-Lewis 83 Che Man and His Clothe John Chapman Hilder 163 Needlework At the Point of a Needk 117 Poetry The Burning Boughs—Alfred Noyes 20 The Husband Speaks Strickland Gillilan 145 When Gramma’s Makin’ Cake Dorothy M. Strobeck 176 The Visitor— Elliott C. Lincoln 206 The Harvest— Mary Brent Whiteside 209 Art Features The Burning Boughs William G. Krieghoff 21 The Heavens Declare the Glory of God—W. L. Taylor 24 Music Little Orphant Annie James Whitcomb Riley and What Shall We Do Halloween ? Mae McGuire Telford 135 The Young Mothers’ Registry Emelyn Lincoln Coolidee, M.D 178 The Office Dog 211 When Steadiness is Golden a HAT attracted you to your bride?” asked the judge, after the ceremony. “Well, sah,” replied the ebony-hued bridegroom, ‘‘de fust time I seed Dinah here she kinder tuk my eye. She wuz such a likely lookin’ woman an’ so handy wid her- self, but when I learnt dat she wuz doin’ steady washin’ fur seven families, sah, right den an’ dar I surrendered.” Making Vermilion VER since Hong-Kong was established the industry of vermilion making, en tirely in the hands of the Chinese, has been an important one. The factories of Hong Kong have inviolate trade secrets. The manufacture of this pigment is among the foremost of the colony’s industries. There are something like a hundred small plants for the manufacture of vermilion in Hong-Kong and Kan-lung. The raw material comes from Australia, and the vermilion is pre- pared altogether by what is known as the wet method. To this day there are trade secrets in the vermilion industry which no European has been able to fathom. Some of the granite stones between which the pul- verized ore is ground are almost prehistoric. She Was Healthy O YOU claim any cure at this health resort?” “Oh, yes; we've got the same manicure we always had.” Lady and Gentleman SMARTLY dressed woman was sitting in an omnibus when a quiet-looking young man, in getting in, accidentally trod on her dress. She talked to him for ten minutes and wound up by saying: “‘A gentleman would have apologized.” The young man bowed and calmly said “A lady would have given me a chance.” House for Rent POLICEMAN noted for missing no chances said to a prisoner as he was leaving the dock after having just been sen tenced to six months: ‘Excuse me, but do you want to let your house while you're away?” Consider the Word “Sirloin” T IS related of an English monarch very fond of a loin of beef that ona day a partic- ularly fine piece was being served him he was fain to draw out his sword and in the man ner of conferring knighthood jocularly say “© loin of beef, thou art worthy the name Sir Loin, and so shalt thou henceforth be nominated in my kingdom!”’ Or take the word “panic,” now generally used in connection with the stock market It is a far cry from Wall Street to Pan of old Hellas. This god of nature, horned and cloven-footed, was said to lurk in forest fastnesses that he might pounce for sport on passers-by to see them start affrighted at hi appearance. So one who thought he had beheld an apparition was said to have had a panic. Quiz DIVERTING hoax was perpetrated by one Daly, once manager of the old Dub- lin Theater. One day he wagered that within twenty-four hours he could introduce a new and meaningless word into the English lan- guage. That night he and his cronies chalked on walls and pavements throughout Dublin the four letters QUIZ, which next morning set the town agog. The perplexed populace debated the baffling rubric for days, and it took so firm a hold that it remained current as a synonym for questioning. She Wanted the Best “NW ADAM,” said the doctor. “I shall 4 have to paint your husband’s throat with nitrate of silver.” ‘Please use nitrate of gold, doctor,”’ ex- claimed the profiteer’s wife. ‘“‘The expense is quite immaterial.” Obviously “MW FRIENDS,” inquired the long- faced orator, “‘what would you do if you expected the endeof the world in ten days?” From the gallery floated a voice: “Wait fer it.” Jaw Offe'ee Do g- _ —_— en hay a rmeenspere

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fea eo 73 + Ste ee. = eas ema ¥ eae N N What the “movies” have taught us 7 HOME JOURNAL about Stylish Shoes Octo e; 1¢ 19 By showing the foot as it is in action, it shows us | | : the secret of real shoe style | One of the positions assumed by the foot in taking a single step as shown by moving pictures Wuart do the movies tell you ° The lure of the vampire; the sweet charm of youth; antics of slap-stick; daredevil exploits; the revelation, the romance of life. These are the things the movies tell you. But the movies have a different message for us. It, too, is romance of real shoe style. the romance of dainty feet, the secret Shoe making is an art today, yet how frequently you have had sad experience with shoes. So smart, so shapely, so snug- fitting they were at first; then—a bulge appears, an ugly wrinkle, and gone is the smart style, vanished the trim lines. The materials are still good, but where the dainty charm? What moving pictures show THE strip of moving picture film shows the foot in action the successive positions it takes in completing a single step. It illustrates how your foot changes, how different it is from your foot at rest. If a shoe 1s not made to accommodate itself to the differe nt positions and motions the foot assumes, it is bound to be thrown qui kly out of shape. It is the strain caused by the foot in action that distorts the lines and alters the shape of shoes; that causes unnecessary friction and wear at every step. The secret of trim daintiness and lasting shoe style Tue designers of the Red Cross Shoe recognize the principle of the foot in action as the real secret of making the foot look smaller and always trim and shapely. It remained for them to find in the movies more than a means of amusement. They find and use the shoe principles rev ealed by the screen. They base their measurements and principles of construc tion upon a study of the moving foot. By means of hundreds of movi photographs of the foot in Model N 621 — The “Walter” And that just what it is—of black hid, with comfortable medium round tee and ubstantial, flat, one-ind het The principle ef Red Cress Shoe design ng — Made for the foot in adion—is superbly demonstrated here This strip of moving picture film shows how your foot changes; how different it is from your foot at rest Bends wth your foot” Medel No 562—The “Suffrage.”’ A ddermined little shee, business-like toe and its militant military heel’ And there's eficent comfort in every smart line of it, soft Russia calf — on the new long vamp lan this — with its Medel No. 616 — The Very dressy, yet giving all the comfort and wear a shoe can give. modal is of a rich loobing dark brown hid on a medium short vamp last that is striaciy neu every possible position, they have learned how the foot action differs from the foot at rest. And then they test each style thus created—test it live models in continued action, for weeks, before its f acce pta nce. The result is a shoe that is different a shoe that retains! J beautiful lines and shape and moves naturally with eve * a _ , - — movement of the foot—not against it. A shoe of fit and permanent beauty—trim-fitting, grace Ly models that s¢ay trim-fitting and graceful as long as you we them. beautiful—and for the same reason. Made to fit the foot in action, there is no pressing cramping—it needs no “breaking in.” And coupled with this is the famous foot” feature of the Red Cross Shox it ~ gives glove yields to the hand. And wonderful comfort, too THE Red Cross Shoe is as comfortable as it is lasting be nas wit a sole SO fle X1 The new styles are ready Ar Red Cross Shoe stores everywhere smart new await your selection. Among them you will find a model to delight y: the one to give your foot the chic daintiness you want for Now is the time to get best value for your shoe money Red Cross Shoes. Perfect comfort—from the first! Perfect style—to ' last! Straight through wearing qualities! Such is the fo \ wear satisfaction you can obtain—today—at the Red Cr Shoe store in your town. Write for the Footwear Style Guide —sent without charge. Illustrates and describes the correct in all materials. With it we will send you the name of y: Fechheimer Co., 730 Dandridge Street, Cincinnati, Ohio. ” with the step as easily and freely asa perfect-fitti 101 » Re Cross dealer, or tell you how to order direct. Address the ro! trade-mark on This smart Model No. 620 — The “Radcliffe.” Just the hind of a shoe you can put on and wear any plac, any time, and feel appropri ately shod. This model is @ Blucher style in copper- colored antique Russia calf. Very trim and shapely Look for this the sole

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foot *st it its fi etains! ith eve grace you we lasting Pat. Off. he Selvage eAll in Their Everyday Best k* YR that is what Indian Head is, the everyday-best white fabric for all-around use. The embroidery on the table runner stands out clearly on this snowy fabric as it is laid across the daintily spread table. The maid’s trim apron and attractive white uniform of Indian Head have returned many times from the laundry. Their clear white wholesomeness is fully restored after each tubbing. And look at the winsome charm of little Miss Daughter- of-the-House. What could be smarter than the crisp beauty of her frock? “Indian Head” always is in dotted letters on selvage. Made 54, 44, 36, 33, and 27 inches wide and sold every- where. Identify ready-to-wear clothes of Indian Head by woven label. We will replace with equal yardage any piece of Indian Head which does not give satisfactory wear, keep its smooth finish and clear white color. One woman’s many uses of Indian Head is told in “Her Thrift Fabric.” Free on request. Dept. 219, Box 1206 Amory, Browne & Co. Boston 1, Mass. Lancaster Kalburnie Ginghams Nashua Woolnap Blankets

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eAt least one of the stores in your neighborhood will have a special window display of Colgate’s Ribbon Dental Cream. These windows will be ready to pips graph October Ist. * Anyone not over sevénteen years “of age may try for generous money prizes; which will be given for the best photo- graphs of a Colgate display. So, look for a store window with the Colgate pictures and packages in it. The dealer will gladly allow you to take a picture of his window. Ask an older friend who takes pictures COLGATES contest ! OLGATE'S } ag804 DENTAL CREM <A IB an BE me *1005* in prizes for girls and boys Take a photo—win a prize or the man from whom you buy films to advise you how to photograph windows.

115 CASH PRIZES Enter your photographs in the contest, for which prizes will be awarded as follows: For the best photograph . . $100 For the 3 next best . . . . $ 50 each For the 10 next best . . . . $ 25 each For the 101 next best . . . $ 5 each Total. 6 2 ew ee $1005.00 Prizes will be awarded before January Ist, and win- ners will be announced in an early 1921 issue of this magazine. In case of a tie, each will receive the full value of the prize tied for.

1. Any boy or girl not over seventeen years old may enter. 2. Photographs must reach Colgate & Co. on or before November !0th. Send photographs to Contest Editor, Colgate & Co., Dept. H, 199 Fulton St., New York City. They will not be acknowledged, except as in rule No. 7. . Photographs must be marked on the back with your name, address and age; indorsement of parent, guardian or teacher that the picture was taken by you; name and address of dealer whose window is photographed. . Itis understood that any photograph may be published in an advertisement. None will be returned—and all will be judged on the basis of their quality as photo- graphs rather than on the advertising value of the “* RULES OF THE CONTEST -s-window display. Of course, from a better window “display a more attractive photograph can be made 5. The judges will consider: (a) Sharpness and distinctness of the print. (b) The proper angle, so that level surfaces show ‘level and slanting surfaces at their true slant. (c) A general understanding of phot phy as shown by lighting, tone values, y | of reflections, etc. 6. The Editors of St. Nicholas Magazine have consented to serve as judges. 7. Everyone entering will receive a generous trial tube Taking pictures through plate glass is a tricky operation and one that you may never have tried before. And let parents remember, too, that by encouraging the boys and girls to enter this unique contest there is not only added zest to Kodak-ing, but a fresh interest in the importance of brushing the teeth regularly, night and morning. The delicious flavor of Ribbon Dental Cream is an important help in forming that habit for health. of Colgate’s Ribbon Dental Cream as an acknowledg- ment of his or her entry. . Nota rule but a number of ng hints: Look out ¥" reflections in the window. en the opposite side of the street is in shadow, these reflections are less apt to show in the picture. If reflections show, you can some- times avoid them by changing your position. Have the light behind you—but guard against a reflected glare in the glass. The very best way to take a window is a time exposure at night when the window is lighted. But if your prints still show faults, send them in just the same— their other good qualities may be enough to. win you a prize. Colgate’s—the safe dentifrice—is indorsed by more dentists than any other dentifrice COLGATE & CO. Dept. H. 199 Fulton Street, New York