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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, JULY 29, 1913.
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IS IT THR MOTKRE S FAULT?
A heart-broken correspondent asks
this question because her daughter has
gone astray and put a load of agony
upon the mother that can never be
lifted this side the grave.
It is the cruelest wrong that a daugh
ter can inflict on her mother. The loss
of confidence makes a death of hope, and
while the mother can love her still, her
pride has been crucified and brought to
open shame.
Some days ago I heard one man say
to another, ‘'Whenever a girl goes
wrong the mother is to blame—she has
manifestly failed in her duty.”
Do you believe this statement?
I do not. There may be some moth
ers who are indifferent to the sort of
companions that their young daugh
ters are associating with, but it is my
candid belief that the great majority
of mothers are stricken to almost de
spair when their daughters thus deceive
them. Stricken also with astonishment,
that such perversion of moral character
has been developed where they thought
there was virtue.
It would be legitimate to ask such
men as those above noted if the fathers
of corrupt and licentious men shall be
as harshly judged. There have been
“black sheep” in some of the most dis
creet appearing families in this country.
There have been sons who have brought'
their fathers into abysses of despair,
who have viciously wrecked their for
tunes and blasted their happiness. Their
wicked sons have defidd both grace and
gospel, and with the bit between their
teeth have gone the pace to degradation
and shame, and even to penal servitude.
I would not dare to say that When
ever a boy goes wrong tnere was a
father to blame, a father who had man
ifestly failed in his • duty, and ruined
his child.
God forbid that you or I should lay a
featherweight of injustice upon these
sorely stricken ones! If one could read
their inmost hearts they would perhaps
find they would gladly die to make these
children of both sexes such as their
fond hearts once hoped could be.
the BINGHAMTON HOLOCAUST.
Not since the awful destruction of the
shirtwaist factory some twelve or
eighteen months ago has anything so
horrible occurred as the destruction of
women and girl workers at Binghamton,
K Y. t yesterday.
Fifty already dead and as many more
very seriously injured is the news that
was published today.
It makes one sick at’ heart to know
that the shirtwaist factory was not
enough of a lesson to prevent this ter
rible recurrence so soon afterwards.
It appears that there were fire es
capes and an automatic fire alarm, also
'frequent fire drills, but the flames were
so nearly spontaneous all over the build
ing that the poor victims could not
avail themselves of the crowded fire es
capes, and perished inside.
Purely there should be enough learn
ed from these horrible tragedies to
make it compulsory to avoid high build
ings with such crowds of easily fright-
end operatives, and especially to keep
cigarette smokers outside entirely. It
is all laid ‘to a hastily flung cigarette
stub, which fell into the lint and waste
on the workroom floor. These poor
women and girls were simply cremated
in broad daylight, in a big town suppos
ed to be equipped with efficient fire
fighters.
And the cremation of a large number
of convicts in a Mississippi prison pen
is another one of the week’s 'horrors.
As I frequently write it down in these
columns, human life is the cheapest
thing that is used or bought|Or sold. It
smacks of barbarism that our twentieth
century methods have become so hor
ribly notorious where the helpless and
dependent are concerned.
Workrooms are essential and prison
pens are needful, but there should nev
er be a workroom or a prison pen
where escape from fire is not absolutely
provided for, and better a thousand
times so lax rules and pecuniary loss
than the horrible cremation of those
who are helpless and entrapped by fire.
FRIENDS! WHAT ABOUT MEXICO?
I was a girl of nine years wnen some
of my father’s neighbors enlisted for
the Mexican war. I read a great many
of the published war stories. I remem
ber when some of those old soldiers
reached home again, and I was glaa,
although a child that the cruel war was
over.
I never indulged in any particular
admiration for Mexico, then or later. ^
may be in error, but I have always felt
as if they were undesirable neighbors
and likely to pull the United States in
further trouble when opportunity offer
ed. I may be also in error at this
time, but I should Aot be much surpris
ed* if trouble is brewing so fast-that we
may have a fight with Mexico not many
mcmths distant.
And I do not believe that the whole
of* Mexico is worth such a conflict, i
never thought that slavery was a suffi
cient cause for civil war, and of all
things to be dreaded is a bloody con
flict with a race of people who assassin
ate their officials and plunder the people
who can’t get out their reach—as a
part of their ambitious program for
supremacy.
I believe the United States should
unite with England in* demanding pro
tection for the helpless and dependent
ones in Mexico, and if hostilities do not
cease, then all the civilized nations
should say to Mexico, we will make you
behave yourselves!
But I should feel much anxiety if
the United States should fail to ap
proach this subject as a matter for in
ternational interference, rather than an
organized army proposal, to be fought
on Mexican soil, with warships and
the regular army.
We have a great lot of jingoes in this
country, a considerable sprinkle in
congress. There is a restless gang, al
ways ready to begin a war with us.
I repeat, Mexico is not worth a war
with our own country; ana the goou
sense of our people should be enlisted
for-, international measures in the In
terest of humanity and civilization.
7 he Evening Story
Springtime
■ Uop.vright. lftIS. hj \V Werner, i
SOME LESSONS SUGGEST
ED BY THE BALKAN WARS
BISHOP
W.A. CANDLER
It was the first warm day. The pave
ment felt hot beneath the worn soles
of Juliet’s shabby shoes as she stood
beside the huckster’s wagon contemplat
ing its freight of wilted vegetables.
These things reminded Juliet that it
was spring and that she was too poor
to buy.
The other women of the tenement
A KIND-HEARTED VETERAN.
Greenwood. N. C.. July 21, 1913.
Mrs. W. H. Felton, Cartersville, Ga.
Dear ]N$rs. Felton: I passed through
your home town on my way ’home from
the reunion at Chattanooga, Tenn., and
I did want to get off the train so bad,
just long enough to shake you by the
hand and say God bless you in your
grand and noble work, and that you may
be spared man> r days and that you may
have health and strength t3 write many
more good letters for The Semi-Week
ly Journal. I have been taking The
Journal for a long time, and I do enjoy
reading your good and interesting let
ters so much. They are not only inter
esting. but helpful.
We had a very nice time at the re
union, and they cared for us I suppose
the best they could. The nights were
cold and we did not have blankets
enough to keep warm in camp. It
caused the most complaint. But they
sure did haul us plenty of good wood,
and we had good fires. But our ranks
are getting thinner and thinner every
year, and in a few more years we will
all have passed over the river to rest
under the shade of the trees and our re*
unions will be a thing of the past. But
I do hope that the Sons of Veterans
and the Daughters of the Confederacy
will keep up their reunions.
I fear I am getting this too long, so
I will close.
Yours most respectfully,
AN OLD VETERAN.
HINTS FOR A BRIGHT LITTLE GIRL
Some one has suggested, in the Girls'
World, fifteen things which every girl
can learn before she is fifteen. Not
every one can learn to play or sing or
paint well enough to give pleasure t9
her friends, but the following “accom
plishment?” are within every girl’s
ieach:
Never fuss or fret or fidget.
Never keep anybody waiting.
Shut the door, and shut it softly.
Have an hour for rising, and rise.
Always know where your things are.
Learn to make bread as well as cake.
Keep your own room in tasteful order.
Never come to breakfast without a
collar.
Never go about with your shoes un
buttoned.
Never let a button stay off twenty-
four hours.
Speak clearly enough for everybody
to understand.
Be patient with the little ones, as you
wish your mother to be with you.
Never let the day pass without some
thing to make somebody comfortable.
The girl who has thoroughly learned
all this might be caled a mistress of
arts.
While Guests Await
Rappings by Spirit,
Widow Weds Banker
UNION HILL, N. J., July 28.—Mrs.
Mary Hoppel, who has taken up spirit
ualism since the death of- her husband
in an automobile accident a year ago,
invited all her friends to attend a “spirit
seance” in her home last night. They
sat in the dark in the parlor, waiting
for rappings from another world, when
the folding doors suddenly swung back
and a flood of light revealed Mrs. Hop-
pel hand in hand with Frederick Bruef-
oher, a retired banker, and with them a
minister, who performed a wedding
ceremony before the astonished guests
realized what was happening.
“A spirit came, to me” explained Mrs.
Hoppel “and it ordered me to search out
Frederick Bruefcher and marry him. I
knew him years ago but I had lost track
of him.” Within three days after she
had found him she said the desired pro
posal was made. “It is a spiritual wed
ding,” she added, “and is not to be
judged by earthly unions.”
Aviator- Politician,
Flying for Populace,
Has Narrow Escape
(By Associated Press.)
BORDEAUX, France, July 28.—Jules
Vedrines, French aviator, narrowly es
caped a fatal accident today when the
fuel tank of his monoplane exploded
when he landed near this city.
Vedrines, candidate in the town of
Limeux for the chamber of deputies,
was flying to his constituency to start
his campaign when ne was obliged to
descend, owing to motor trouble. His
monoplane struck the earth violently
and the fuel tank exploded. He sus
tained slight injuries.
SUES FOR $50 TO
RECOVER TEN CENTS
(Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
CHARLESTON, S. C., July 28.—Be
cause the Atlantic Coast Line is al
leged to have charged 10 cents above
the fixed rate for a piece of freight
from Atlanta to Barnwell, the Farm
ers' Union Mercantile company of that
city has entered suit against the rail
road, suing also for the $50 allowed un
der a state statute. The Atlantic Coast
Line has had the case transferred to
the federal court and the case will
probably come up for trial at Charles
ton at the next term of court.
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YOUR DRVGGIST CAN SUPPLY YOU
IN LIQUID. OR TABLET FORM
After they had walked a mile or so they
sat down.
Mrs. Rodgers
i
bought and wrangled over the price.
Their voices were shrill, producing
raucous discords. In all the hard years
of her city experience Juliet had never
learned to beat down even a street
huckster. She drew back diffidently
into the shadow of the gaunt building
wherein she found shelter. A woman
passed carrying a bunch of onions under
her arm, her hands full of lettuce. She
was a big( red faced Irish woman who
had a brood of children to work for her.
Suddenly she turned and came back
holding out some lettuce.
‘‘Take it,” she said. “I’ll never miss
it.”
The color sprang to Juliet’s white
face.
“No!” she said, proudly. Then she
thought of Jacob and she reached for
the gift, though she knew it to be
made in charity. “Thank you,” she
murmured, meekly.
She ran up three flights of dirty
stairs and entered a room which held
for her all she loved and possessed in
the world. It held a tiny stove, a bed,
two chairs, a table, and a cupboard.
At the one window stood a man with
his hamds in his pockets. He turned
almost eagerly. Juliet put on her best
smile and waved the lettuce.
“You bought it?”
“Why not? We’re not so poor, I
hope, that we can’t afford a bit of let
tuce on our first spring day.” Juliet’s
tone was inspiring. “ With the salad
you'll not mind a cold lunch today,
dear?”
“Mind? Well, hardly. In fact, I
don’t need any lunch, Juliet, or deserve
it. Work if you want to eat, I don’t
work. Wherefore should I eat?”
Juliet laughed gayly. “Oh, my dear!
You’d work if there was anything for
you to do,” she said. “You always
have worked. There’ll be an opening
presently. In the meantime, we aran’C
going to starve.”
For six weeks Jacob had been out of
work. ’ It had bgun by his falling ill.
When he went back his place was filled.
He had tried everything after that, and
while he was gone Juliet had tried, too.
It was even more difficult for the wom
an than for the man to get work, she
found. At one or two places where
work was offered her at something
more than a starvation wage she had
shrunk from accepting it.
Thank heaven, it was spring at last,
and they could save the expense of a
fire. But later they must have Ice.
And all the time the rent would be
going on. How much longer they would
be able to pay for even this Juliet could
not tell. Still she sang as she pre
pared the humble meal. And then, be
fore she went to her place at the table,
she kissed her Jacob.
“Dear me!” she exclaimed. “The but
ter’s out.”
“We don’t need blotter with this let
tuce,” Jacob said. ‘How good it is! It
carries me back to my country days.”
He was silent a moment. “Do you
know, Juliet, I've been thinking a lot
about the country lately? It's on ac
count of the spring weather, I guess. I
hanker after green grass and dandelion
blossoms. I was a man when I came
to the city. I brought a good deal to
the city—youth and hope and a deter
mination to win out. I didn’t know
what I had to grapple with. I know
now. And it sort of disheartens me.”
“I was a child when I came,” Juliet
recalled, sadly. “My parents brought
me. The city worsted them. I took up
the fight. Then I found you.” Her face
turned radiant; her eyes sought and
held his. Across the bare little table
their hands clasped strong. “You re
member. dear? You came into the store
to buy darning cotton and I sold it to
you. You confided to me that you
wfented it to darn your own socks with.
And I thought that I shouldn't mind
darning them for you if you were to
ask me some time.”
They laughed together softly over the
tender remembrance.
“I was drawing $15 per then,” Jacob
went on. “It seemed enough to keep a
wife. And it was the way you man
aged. But I got turned out of the job
after a while because of my cough
Then we began going down hill. We’re
pretty near to the bottom of it now, it
seems.”
“Oh, no! Juliet shook her head. “Not
a bit of it. We’ll turn round presently
and start for the top again.”
“Or the country. How T want the
country! If we could be set down,
Juliet, today in some of the places I
knew with a little patch of land and
a few dollars we could make paradise
out of it.”
“We could make home out of it,
dear. But then to me home’s any
where you are.”
At her words a new look of life and
hope flashed into his face
“Home!” he saJtf. “Home!” He
glanced about the room. Four feet
beyond the window rose a staring brick
wall. Up the canyon of staircases
came all the sounds and odors of an
overpopulated tenement. “This isn’t a
real home, Juliet. But somewhere out
there in the country one’s waiting for
us. Let’s go find it, Juliet.”
“Today! Now!” Juliet consented.
Then for the first time in weeks she
broke down and cried.
* * * *, *
They left the train at a way station.
They had no money to carry them
! further. But as it was they were well
I away from the city and its environ
ments. All about them were blossom
ing trees, green gr^ss, the rustle and
sway of young life. They stood as
he train moved away regardless of it.
j but intensely alive to the song of an
I oriole jubilant over his next building
j and his new wife. They had had lit-
j tie breakfast, and the only lunch they
1 carried was a loaf of bread and a
| piece of cheese. But they were get
ting hungry for that.
“We’ll find some nice shady spot
and sit down to eat,” Jacob cried.
He loked boyishly happy as he led
Juliet away from the station up the
road that seemed to beckon them for
ward into the very heart of the fields.
After they had walked a mile or so
they sat down by the roadside and en
joyed the bread and cheese. There
was a tiny stream of icy water near
by and Jacob, recalling his country lore,
made a leaf cup to drink from.
it was very still, very warm, and
very fragrant. Juliet looked at the
clouds and felt an unwonted content
creep into her heart. Since yesterday
much had happened. They had
turned their few sticks of furniture
into money, had packed their scanty
stock of clothing, and taken a loif
farewell of the city and set out upon
their great adventure. Where they
should sleep that night or what the fu
ture held in store they did not know.
Juliet did not care. If all that re
mained for her now was to take Jacob’s
hand in hers and lie down beside him
to die she would not have murmured.
Even that were better than life as they
had lived it. of, late.
The slow rumble of wheels sounded
beyond the bend of the road and pres
ently a wagon came in sight. It was
driven by a "big, whiskered countryman,
He looked at Jacob and Juliet, and then
he stopped his team.
“Hello!” he said. “Out on a tramp,
eh?”
“Yes, sir,” replied Jacob.
“Come far?”
Jacob told him.
The man was plainly curious. “Look
ing for work?” he asked.
“Why, yes.”
“What have you been doing?”
“Keeping books. I got sick and lost
my job.” I
The man shook his head. “You don't
look like you could do much, even If
you knew* how. Jump in and I’ll take
you a ways if you’re going my direc
tion. You better ask along if you want
work,” he said. “Somebody’s certain
sure to give you a job.”
Jacob and Juliet set forth again on
fcot when the countryman set them
down. “I can breathe here,” Jacob said.
“Juliet, I feel as if I should get rid of
that cough after all.”
The sunset was forming in the west,
when suddenly Juliet pointed toward
the nearby horizon. “Look!” she whis
pered. Her face was transfigured with
awe, expectation and hope.
Jacob looked. He saw a little gray
house, through the uncurtained windows
of which the sunset flared like hearth
fires. There was a great lilac tree
leaning over the roof. A trail of ruined
stone steps led up to the weather-beaten
door.
“Jacob,” Juliet said, “I've been seeing
Just such a house ever since we got out
of the city. It seemed to be waiting
for us somewhere. And there it is!”
“An abandoned farm house,” Jacob
explained.
He followed as Juliet ran lightly up
the way to the house. The door opened
at her touch and they entered. The
whitewash was yellowed with time, the
paper faded and window lights broken.
There was a rusty, broken little stove,
and upstairs, stored away under the
eaves, an old bedstead, some crippled
chairs ?ind a table. They hauled down
the chairs and the table, and Jacob
made a fire in the rusty stove. Then,
sitting in the warmth and the light of
the fire, they ate the rest of their
bread and cheese. What matter if the
morrow were breakfastless? It held
hope for them. Besides, they were
sheltered and warm. And they were to
gether. They drew close and Juliet
laid her hand on Jacob’s shoulder, The
firelight danced on the old walls. It
illumined their faces. Protected sby it,
they slept
So sleeping, a sweet dream came to
them. They dreamed that the old house
sheltered them for many happy years:
that Jacob grew well and strong and
Juliet blithe; that work was plenty and
food unstinted; that a little child was
born to them—a Child to live for, to
hope for—that the country gave them
all the city had denied—friends, joy.
and the right to live. Dreaming this,
they slept pleasantly. Why not?
The dream was coming true!
Fort Monroe Guns
Practice Resisting
Attacks By Night
(By Associates Press.)
NORFOLK, Va., July 28.—Firing and
general maneuvers to demonstrate the
ability of the guns of Fort Monroe in
target work at night pactice and abil
ity to resist an enemy approaching from
sea at night continued from last night
midnight until 3 a. m. today.
Powerful searchlights were used at
the fort in finding the anchored targets
placed some distance out in lower Ches
apeake bay.
Early Sunday morning the “enemy,”
consisting of several large navy tugs
and a mine planter, will attempt to slip
into Hampton roads through the Vir
ginia capes and proceed with mine lay-
I ing without detection by the guns at
Fort Monroe. The searchlight display
from Fort Monroe during last night's
target firing was probably the most
brilliant ever witnessed from the fort.
Eatonton Men Need Not
Wear Their Coats Now
EATONTON, Ga., July 28.—Follow-
ing similar action in quite a number
of Georgia cities, the ladies of the First
Methodist church voted this week to
the men the privilege of attending
services during hot weather without
coats. Their action was unanimous,
and immediately following the vote
more than a dozen members of the con
gregation present during the Voting,
shuffled off their coats.
T HE state of war which has con
tinued in the Balkans for the
last several months brings home
to us lessons wnich should not
escape attention.
Passing over the more important po
litical and moral phases of the case,
let attention be directed to nothing
more than the financial effects of these
wars and rumors of wars. j
It can not be doubted that the mon
etary stringency prevailing in both Eu
rope and America is largely the re
sult of the Balkan wars. A war any
where in the world now makes the big
financiers very timid and cautious;
they are afraid to make heavy invest
ments under such conditions, and are
disposed to hoard money against pos
sible emergencies. At the same time
war calls for war-loans, usually at
heavy rates of interest, and these loans
absorb capital that otherwise would go
into productive industries and the
wages of labourers.
The six great powers of Europe—
England, France, Germany, Russia,
Austria and Italy—are now making an
aggregate military expenditure of two
billion dollars a year. This vast sum
is further increased by the expenditures
of the Balkans states in the conflicts
which have engaged them. We must
take into the account also the immense
loss arising from the withdrawal of
enlisted men from the productive forces
of their respective countries. When
these and other facts are taken info
consideration, we can not wonder that
the money market is very close.
Conditions of war In some European
countries and the state of expensively
armed peace in others will tend to in
crease the demand for the agricultural
products of the United States this
year, and to raise the prices of them.
This may be of some advantage to the
agriculturists of our country, but it
will make the cost of living higher to
many other people. Meats and bread-
stuffs will probably cost more this year
than last.
It thus appears that comparatively
small wars among some minor powers
in a mountainous corner of Europe, lay
burdens on all the rest of the world.
Men and women and children in Amer
ica must endure hardships on this ac
count. Industries must wait for devel
opment until these costly combats
cease. Business enterprises must suf
fer and the food supply* of multiplied
thousands must be reduced because a
few feeble powers have fallen to fight
ing among themselves.
Could anything bring into view more
vividly the fact that all the nations of
the earth are now, as never before, bound
up in one common bundle, and that noth
ing can befall one which does not affect
all. No nation can longer live unto it
self; all are members one of another.
If, therefore, we regard selfish con
siderations only, we can not afford to
be indifferent to the peace and" purity
and prosperity of other nations. An ig
norant, inflamable and vicious nation
may in some moment of passion strike
off a spark that will make a world
wide conflagration.
The contact of the nations and their
intimate connections require the develop
ment of what mght be called an inter
national conscience that will outlaw in
justice and restrain all unrighteous
ness. There is not now enough con
science in the world to safe-guard man
kind under present conditions. -
We should remember also that it is
not the office of conscience to create
moral law, £ut to recognize such law.
and to impel men to obey it. The con
science of pagan nations, conforms to
heathen standards of right. The ethi
cal standards of .Confucianism control
nearly half the race of man; but they
are too low for the Christian conscience
to accept. It was this fact which gave
rise to treaty ports and extra-territori
ality laws in Oriental countries, like
China and Japan, for many long years;
Christian nations refused to allow their
nationals to be tried before pagan tri
bunals in which heathen standards con
trolled decisions. But in Japan the
treaty ports have been abolished and the
extra-territoriality laws have been set
aside. These temporary expedients must
speedily disappear from China and cease
to exist anywhere In the earth. Then
what shall take their place?
Chaos must follow, unless Christian
standards of rght and wrong are set
up in the world. We can not have longer
a safe world if it be not a Christian
world.
The conflict In the Balkans began on
account of irreconcilable moral stand
ards of Turkey and the Balkan states.
Now It appears the Bulgarian sense of
right is all too low for the maintenance
of peacable relations with Bulgaria’s
neighbors. There is no secure moral
base for tranquility in that region of
the world.
It is time for the more aggressive and
BLUE AND
DISCOURAGED
Mrs. Hamilton Tells How She
Finally Found Health in
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg
etable Compound.
HEROINE OF SIXTIES
HEARS CALL OF DEATH
Mrs, Mary Bradford Johns, of
Nashville, Dies at Son's
New York Home
(By Associated Press.)
NASHVILLE. Tenn., July 28.—News
reached here last night rj the death
Eft New York City of Mrs. Mary Brad-
! ford John*, ivhile on a ^elt to her son.
I Edward Johns. Mrs. Jonu* as a girl was
i the heroine of the first day’s battle at
j Nashville, December 15, 1864.
| As the Confederate left broke In con
fusion before the attack of Schofield
and A. J. Smith, the young girl, ignor
ing flying bullets and shells, rushed
from her home, crying to the retreating
Confederates to reform and fight. She
escaped Injury. Mrs. Johns was a life
long resident of Nashville.
BISHOP W. A. CANDLER.
rapid propagation of Christian truth.
Neither international commerce nor In
ternational peace can be secured in de
fault of the universal spread of the
truth as it is in Jesus. Business must
suffer and many thousands of people
endure hardship this year because of
the low moral standards which have
prevailed in south-eastern Europe, espe
cially in Turkey. Let men of finance
consider what this means.
And wage-earners also should learn
lessons from the situation In the Bal
kans. They more than all others suffer
when money Is tight and prices of the
necessaries of life are high. They
ought to make themselves felt in favor
of international peace and international
justice. The Labor Unions of Berlin
commanded peace between England and
Germany when war was threatened in
1911. That service to mankind can not
be over-estimated. Who can say what
such a war would have brought to pass?
The possible consequences of such a
conflict are too horrible to contemplate!
And wage-earners averted those conse
quences.
Let wage-earners everywhere demand
that arbitration take the place of war
SPANIARDS HAVEN’T
FORGOTTEN 1898 YET
(By Associated Press.)
MADRID, July 28.—The newspaper
Imparcial aserts today that members of
the old aristocracy of Cadiz refused the
Invitations sent them by officers of the
American training ship Illinois. The
refusal, according to the newspaper, was
due to the lingering ill feeling engen
dered during the Spanish-American war.
In the settlement of international con
troversies. They are numerous enough
to make diplomats and statesmen hear
them.
The question of international peace Is
not a question for the consideration of
a few thousands of amiable academics;
it is a matter which most vitally af
fects the men of toil in all lands. Let
the stropg hands of laboring men lay
hold of the Issue. Let them rebuke
sensational newspapers and wicked Jin
goes that try to excite international
hostilities. It is to the interest of the
manufacturers of armor-plate and mili
tary supplies to keep up all “the war-
talk” possible, but It Is to the interest
of no other class,—unless it be the
news-papers which they hire to publish
war-like editorials. Let suspicion rest
upon any paper which habitually prints
such stuff. Such sheets are probably
the hirelings of Interests which profit
by the misfortunes of nations which
engage in war.
9668.
A VERY ATTRACTIVE AND PLEASING
MODEL, COSTUME FOR MISSES AND
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over the left), and the skirt Is caught In a
group of plaits at knee height In front. The
drooping cap forming shoulder seams, meet
the sleeve In deep curves forming a point
at the shoulder seam. The back of skirt,
which is cut with high waist line, is finished
with a side cut. The model will develop
well in any of this season’s dress materials.
The pattern is cut in four sizes: 14, 16, 17
nnd 18 years. It requires 5% yards of 44-
inch material for a 18-year size.
A pattern of this Illustration mailed to
any addrej-l* on receipt of 10c in silver or
Stamps.
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I hope that many suffering women will
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9663.
9663—A NEW FROCK FOR .MOTHER’S
GIRL. GIRL'S DRESS.
Figured cballle in blue and white, with
white silk for trimming, was used to devel
op this pretty dress. The waist is cut to
blouse over the belt. The skirt is gored
with tuck plaits at the seams. The design
may also be used for development in ging
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lineDe. The pattern is cut in four sizes:
6, 8, 10 and 12 years. It requires 4% yarns
of 36-incb material for a 10-year size. A
pattern of this illustration mailed to any
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stamps.
9651.
9651—-A PRACTICAL MODEL. LADIES’
APRON WITH PRINCESS FRONT.
This model has many points of comfort
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bust, and low under the arm, thus avoiding
unnecessary material. It is securely held
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yards of 36-inch material for a medium
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A pattern of this illustration mailed to
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9668.
9858— PRETTY FROCK FOR MOTHERS'
GIRL. GIRL’S DRESS.
Brown and white checked gingham is here
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A pattern of this UlustratFn mailed to any
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