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THE LYONS PROGRESS, LYONS, GEORGIA.
The SANDMAN STORY
BROWN HEN’S PRIDE
DROWN HEN was very much sur
prised oue morning when she re
turned from her breakfast to find in
her nest, which she had left with three
eggs In It, five very large brown eggs.
Her eyes popped open with wonder
ment for a minute as she gazed at the
handsome eggs, but her pride soon got
the better of her surprise and she said
to herself, "I must have been mistaken.
That is all there is about It, for here
are the eggs and this is the nest I
have been sitting on.
“Anyway, why shouldn't the eggs
be brown? My feathers are brown
and I think it very good taste to lay
brown eggs and such beauties, too.
"Hut. of course," and here Brown
Hen tossed her head with pride, “of
course, I have always laid large eggs,
but somehow these seem to be the
largest I ever remember; the chicks
from this batch should make all the
other hens very envious."
Brown Hen could not sit still. She
had to hop off her nest every little
while to look at those big eggs and
once when she was admiring the eggs
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“Clucked and Squawked in Vain"
old Speckled Hen was passing and
Brown Hen called to her to look at
the handsomest eggs she ever saw.
Speckled Hen looked Into Brown
Hen’s nest and then she looked at
Brown Hen a second. “Don’t yo.u
know what those eggs are?” she asked.
“If you take my advice, and I am old
enough to know, you will peck every
one of them and get them out of your
nest. Then make a nest in some place
that cannot be found until you have
hatched your chicks.”
"Spoil those wonderful eggs?" said
Brown Hen. "You are jealous, Speck
led Hen, and you wnnt me to de
stroy them. I shall do nothing of the
kind." and Browu Hen jumped on
her nest again and looked after Spec
kled Hen with angry eyes.
“You won’t be so proud when you
see those chicks," was Speckled Hen’s
parting shot.
One morning Brown Hen proudly
showed herself with five little chicks
in the barnyard. Brown Hen was the
only one that did not notice that her
children’s feet were queer.
"Madam, I weiuld see Dr. Drake if
I were you,” said old White Hen, "your
children do not seem to walk as
chickens should. They waddle a bit."
“Envious," said Brown Hen to her
self. Then she said aloud, “My clill-
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1! T HEARD a neighbor say,
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And many a friend of mine
~ Whose friendship was divine
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'Whats in a Name?”
FACTS about }?our name; it’s kijtor?;
MILDRED meaning; whence it vOas deri-Oed; signifi-
MARSHALL cance; your luck}? da}? and luck}? jewel
ELIZA
D LIZA is another of the Elizabeth
cycle of feminine names. With
the single exception of Mary, there Is
no other name In the language of any
country which has so many full-grown,
fully independent offsprings. Eliza,
which at first glance would seem to he
Elizabeth with oue syllable removed,
has really an interesting little history
of her own.
The name means, of course, "God’s
oath." The Divine title known to man
before especial revelation to Moses in
the burning bush was the Hebrew
word Eli, which corresponds to our
term Deity. This word served as a pre
fix to many Biblical proper names. The
first was Eliezer, the name of Abra
ham’s steward who went to bring
home Rebecca. Later the name
dren are more graceful than most
chicks, White Hen, that’s all."
But when old Granny Duck spied
Brown Hen and her family she began
to quack. "What do you mean by
strutting around here with my grand
children?” she asked. “Can't you hatch
out a brood of hen chickens ingjead
of mixing Into our family?”
“What do you mean?” inquired
Brown Hen, so surprised she didn't
know what else to say.
“I' mean,”, said Granny Duck, "that
those chicks you are so proudly show
ing around here are ducks.”
‘I don’t believe it," said Brown Hen.
‘‘You are jealous because I have such
handsome children. That is all.”
“Walt and see," said Granny, wad
dling away.
A short dime after this Brown Hen
was walking around by the duck pond
and away ran her children and into
the pond they went while poor Brown'
Hen clucked and squawked In vain try
ing to call them back.
“What did I tell you?" said Granny
Duck, swimming along beside the
ducklings, "I knew our children the
minute I saw them.”
“I told you so,” cackled White lien.
"You let the farmer fool you. I
would Just like to see him try that on
me. I’d peck every big brown egg I
found In my nest before I would be
seen with a brood of ducklings.”
Poor Brown Hen, there was no use
saying anything now for there were
her big children swimming out on the
pond. She had been fooled and her
tail feather drooping, she walked sadly
away to hide under the currant bushes,
feeling she could never again hold up
her head in that barnyard.
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| CThe U?hq oj Superstitions |
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MARE-BROWED MEN
««»ir ARE-BROWED men are de-
IVI scribed as those whose eyebrows
meet above the uose. In many sec
tions of this country and Canada it is
considered unlucky to meet such a
man when starting on a journey, going
hunting, or about to engage in any
new enterprise. The superstition is
patently a form of the superstition of
the evil eye which, having come down
to us through unnumbered centuries,
is as potent now in some countries as
it ever was. In Italy and in the Le
vant, for instance, the belief in the
evil eye is taken as a matter of course
and few there be in those lauds who
would question it. The ' superstition
as a whole has already been dealt with
in this series. That the mare-browed
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changed to Eleazer and was applied to
Aaron’s eldest surviving son.
Following this bit of etymological
history, Eliza would seem more likely
the feminine of Eleazar than a mere
contraction of Elizabeth. The latter
explanation, however, is most general
ly adhered to, due, perhaps, to the In
fluence of Elizabethan poetry and
drama, which endeavored to Improve
on the name of the good queen, by
terming her Eliza.
The popularity and prevalence of
Eliza became widespread early In the
Nineteenth century, and there are fre
quent instances of both names being
given in baptism to different children
in the same family.
The aquamarine is Eliza’s talismnnic
gem. It promises her travel and
change, and many friends. Saturday
is her lucky day and 2 her lucky num
ber.
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Renee Adoree
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One of the screen’s most beautiful
and talented actresses, Renee Adoree,
is not only well known In this country
among the “movie’’ stars, but Is famed
abroad for her Interpretive dancing.
She is a brilliant musician and a clever
6ong writer. She has a fair complex.
lon, soft brown hair and blue eyes.
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Not the Only Way
“A speedometer indicates how fast
one is going."
“So does one’s bank account.”
man superstition is a phase of it is
evidenced by the fact that in some
sections of Canada and this country
such a man is supposed to be able to
“cast spells.” The uniting of the
eyebrows gives a peculiar look to the
eyes and offtimes a sinister one—it
emphasizes the power of the glance,
as it were, and thus naturally calls to
mind the “evil-eye.” The superstition
regarding ill luck attached to cross
eyed persons and mare-browed per
sons are the two most common forms
In which the evil eye superstition man
ifests Itself In this country; except in
cases where immigrants have brought
with them across the Atlantic the su
perstition in its original form.
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I Have You This Habit?
By Margaret Morison
JOHN VAN TRIM, JR.
JOHN VAN TRIM, JR., was assistant
business munager in the big office,
and, when his chief learned that John's
wife was expecting her first baby he
asked the Van Trims to spend a week
end out of town with him and his sis
ter. The night of their arrival was
hot and breathless. Mrs. Van Trim
appeared for dinner in a simple, fresh
looking dress, open becomingly at th,e
neck, that set off her pretty fair hafr.
Her husband, who had arrived from
the city on the same train, came In
wearing his business suit, his collar
wilted, his trousers needing pressing,
his hair disheveled.
Afterward the chief spoke of charm
ing Mrs. Van Trim, but when his sister
suggested asking out the young couple
again, he was silent. She answered
his unspoken comment:
“It wasn’t very worldly wise of the
boy to come In so drngged-looking, my
dear; but there wasn’t much time, and
he must have been hot and tired!”
“That’s just my objection,’’ replied
the chief. “If by this time Van Trim
can’t manage, In spite df obstacles, to
be presentable on a visit to his boss,
he hasn’t the brains I’m looking for.”
Nevertheless, the chief’s sister kept
in touch with the Van Trims. Gne day,
five years later, when her brother
asked her what she knew of their for
tunes, she had to admit that John hnd
gone down hill. For she was remem
bering his baggy knees, his unpolished
shoes, his frayed cravat and soiled col
lar and neglected nails. What might
have been explained as “mere” lazi
ness five years before was actual
slovenliness now.
Then the chief retired and he and
his sister went abroad to live. Years
later they returned for a visit One
day the new president of the old con
cern came out to see them. He was a
distinguished, energetic, courteous gen
tleman of forty-five or fifty. They re
membered him as a clerk working un
der John Van Trim, and they asketl
him what he knew of the Van Trims.
He hesitated. “A sad thing," he said,
finally. “Van Trim simply didn’t mane
good. We kept him on as long os we
possibly could, but at last he became
so seedy, mentally and physically, that
people would stare at him when they
came Into the office. He looked like a
tramp. We simply hnd to drop hira.”
have you this habit?
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