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THE GEORGIANS MAGAZINE JPAQE
The Definition of Charm
By LILLIAN LORRAINE.
•v-r tHII.E almost every woman
\/V' wants to be pretty. I don't be
lieve a girl exists who does
not long to be charming. I have often
wondered just what charm is
Only a little while ago I was dining
with some people at a restaurant, and
we had been remarking on the dreadful
assortment of ugly looking people, bad
ly dressed and most depressing to con
template.
At the table next us there was a
group of five people, three men and two
women. One woman’s face was com
pletely hidden by a big bunch of car- i
nations which stood in the middle of !
the t...•>». W< could only see the ges
ture: of her hands, and the nodding :
plum, e of a smilrt bonnet, anti the :
gen Aral out'.in < of the well dressed fig
ure of a « on.in. I should judge, be- ;
twe. n .10 and to. She seemed to be i
telling . siory. At any rate, she was <
keeping her friends in gales of laugh- |
ter, and she managed the conversation i
so that every one bad a. share of it,
though she seemed to dominate. We ,
watched her for a long time without ;
being able to see her face, and we all .
decided that she was a very charming ,
person, but then we couldn't tell why, .
because we could neither hear what she .
‘Bald not see het. We could only judge
by her gestures and the way the bob
bing hat turned from one person to the ,
other. It seemed so interested and so ,
gracious, and we knew the person be- (
neath was the same. (
It I* Illusive. ,
Charm is so illusive that you can’t ,
..put a real definition to it. Being un- ,
Felfish does not necessarily make one
charming, though a person who ia ob- (
vtously selfish never has charm. I (
think the secret of charm is to make
‘the most of yourself both physically ]
and mentally, in order to please others, (
and incidentally to he agreeable to |
yourself.
No woman with an ugly speaking
voice can be really charming, though (
lots of women with ugly faces have this
enviable quality. Now, a pretty speak. '
Ing voice can lie cultivated, and there
is no reason why every one of us should '
not speak in low and musical tones. It
Is entirely a question of having your
attention called to it, and remembering !
not to scream and talk loud, and not to
talk in the awful nasal twang that
ruins so many pretty voices. The best
thing to do is to find some one with a
pretty voice and imitate them. Be sure '
you choose an example whose voice is , 1
about the same range as yours. If
your voice is naturally high you don't
want to imitate Ethel Barrymore. And \ 1
Pot and Kettle
Samuel Judkins had returned to the
bosom of his family after a day's hard !
toil, and the news that greeted him on
arrival was not uleasing to him
"For idiotic, weak-minded supersti
tion." he growled, "commend me to a I
woman. Here you've given away my \ :
beautiful fancy waistcoat to a peddler
to charm warts from the children’s ■ ;
hands'.”
He paused to work up Indignation.
"Madam," he thundered, "we are not .
In the Middle Ages!"
"Perhaps It was a trifle silly," mur
mured Mrs ,1
“Silly, indeed!" can e the reply "It s'
downright Idiotic! It's not so much ;
the waistcoat. I would have you know,
but in a pocket of that vest was a
hare's foot And I've carried that
hare's foot for three years as a safe
guard against rheumatism!”
Truly it was a ease of the pot calling
the kettle black!
BACKACHE
NOT A DISEASE
But a Symptom, a Danger Sig
nal Which Every Woman
Should Heed.
Backache is a symptom of organic
weakness or derangement. If you have
backache don’t neglect it. To get per
manent relief you must reach the root
of the trouble. Read about Mrs. Wood
all’s experience.
Morton’s Gap, Kentucky. —“I suffered
two years with female disorders, my
health was very bad
and I had a continual
backache which was
simply awful. I could
not stand on my feet
long enough to cook
a meal’s victuals
without my back
nearly killing me,
and I would have
such dragging sensa
tions I could hardly
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ness in each side, could not stand tight
clothing, and was irregular. I was com
pletely run down. On advice I took
Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com
pound and am enjoying good health. It
is now more than two years and I have
not had an ache or pain since. Ido all
my own work, washing and everything,
and never have backache any more. 1
think your medicine is grand and I praise
it to all my'neighbors. If you think my
testimony will help others you may pub
lish it.’’-Mrs. Ollie Woodall, Mor
ton’s Gap, Kentucky.
If you have the slightest doubt
that Lydia 11. Pinkham's Vegeta
ble Compound will help you, write
to Lydia E.Pinkham Medicine Co.
(confidential) Lynn, Mass., forad
vice. Your letter w ill be opened,
read and answered hy a woman,
•nd held in strict confidence.
if you have, a low voice, don't try to
speak high like Billie Burke, for .in
stance.
When you think of a charming per
son you naturally picture to yourself
one who is scrupulously clean. I am
sure if 1 were a man I would soon be
disgusted with the most beautiful wom
an in the world if the lace around her
neck and sleeves was soiled, and if she
had the misfortune always to look un
tidy. as so many women do. The girl
whose waist don't fasten properly in
the back, and who hasn't had intelli
gence enough to find out how to keep
her shirtwaists in proper trim, making
perfect connection with the band of the
skirt, whose placket is never fastened
securely and whose skirt sags at tha
back and hike up in front: well, that
girl could have the most divine fea
tures in the world, eyes as big as tea
cups, lips like cherries, and teeth like
pearls, but if I were a man she would
not tempt me.
Being tidy is a habit that you have to
cultivate as you do a broad A in speak
ing. Some people don't want to culti
vate the A. and others don’t want to
be tidy, but mark my words, If you
want to do either, so that it seems na
tural. begin when you are young.
A Principal Item.
Dress is one of the principal items of
a woman's charm. It doesn't have to be
expensive, but it must express her own
femininity and essential daintiness. You
can wear the prettiest dress in the
world, but if you are not really dalntyg
somehow that quality is going to show.
The fact that you have on a new and
fresh dress doesn’t hide the lack of
physical cleanliness and refinement, and
somewhere this lack Is going to pro
claim itself in the soiled ruffle of a
petticoat that drags, or in a down
trodden heel of a shoe, In hair that
needs shampolong, and nails that need
manicuring
Mosl people think that being beauti
ful Is an expensive process. That isn’t
so at all. Real beauty doesn’t come
out of shops, and while It means con
stant care and attention. It does not re
quire spending of much money.
Neither does charm,
A woman does not have to wear
Paquin gown to appear absolutely
charming in the eyes of her household.
But she can’t come to the breakfast
table in curl papers, or a frowsily head
of hair, even If she's wearing a dress
ing gown designed by a famous French
costumer and be attractive.
The woman whose face was hidden
by a bunch of carnations and who im
pressed us all by her charm was evi
dently trying to please her guests. At
the same time she did not seem to be
gushing over them, or to be saying a
lot of nonsensical, Insincere flattery.
Vou may think for a moment, that a
person who flatters you a great deal is
really eharming, but. on second thought,
you know that the things which they
s ild could not have been true. The girl
who flatters is not the popular girl, for
she is soon found out. But the girl who
has plenty of tact, and who graciously
gives away to let another person shine,
that girl has made a friend, and you
will never hear her called lacking in
charm.
Charm denotes a certain softness, and
I think women who affect the mascu
line either in appearance or in speech,
are usually devoid of it. Have you ever
realized that on the stage only the
smallest, most feminine kind of girls,
ever make a success In masculine roles?
That is because every one knows that
It is only a masquerade. But if a girl
really looked masculine. I think she
would be hooted off tlie stage, and cer
tainly she would lie totally lacking in
charm. Our tailor-made costumes, our
mannish boots, gloves and ties are only
becoming to us when they are trans
formed by being worn by the essen
tially womanly girl. The mannish girl
who affects part of her brother's cos
tume, may have dash and fascination
for a time, but if she cultivates this
mannish trait to the detriment of her
softer and gentle, qualities, she will
soon find that she has completely lost
the illusive and much sought for and
most attractive of all feminine attri
butes, charm.
Do Yon Know
That
Mrs Pearsall Walker, of New York,
who died recently, left an annuity of
$1,500 to her donkey. Sunny Jim.
The statute mile was first defined in
the thirty-fifth year of Queen Eliza
beth. Before that the English mile
was put down at 5,000 feet.
The judge of the supreme court of
Chicago ordered the Inventor of a hair
restorer to demonstrate the value of
his invention by applying ft to the head
of a bald policeman.
The municipal authorities of Bristol.
Pa., have ordered a gravestone to be
removed from the local cemetery be
cause it bears the following inscrip
tion: "If leading politicians all go to
heaven, then I'm bound to stop at some
other station."
A physiological curiosity In the form
of a human aequarium has been discov
ered by Hi. Rarer. The subject is ca
pable of drinking from six to seven
litres of water -that is. practically be
tween 19 1-2 and 12 1-2 pints. The man
is equally capable of swallowing four or
five frogs or small fish and keeping
them in his stomachic aquarium for
about and hour and restoring them
alive Ur. F'arez say- that Ills subject
has acquired this strange faculty by
systematic training, and he has sue
ceedod In dei eloping this stomachic
muscularity as other men develop mus
cles in their arn - and legs.
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Exercise for the Dyspeptic.
“THE GATES OF SILENCE”
By META SIM MIN'S, Author of “Hushed Ep.’’
J Story of Love. Mystery and Hate, 'with a Thrilling Portrayal of Life Behind Prison Bars
FIRST READ THIS:-
JACK RIMINGTON. the hero of the story, and a man with a mysterious se
cret, proposes to and is accepted by
BETTY LUMSDEN, the charming young daughter <»f
SIR GEORGE LUMSDEN, who, however, is opposed to .Jack because of the lat
ter’s poverty, hut favors
PAUL SAXE, a millionaire, whom Betty has refused to marry after telling him
that she is engaged to .lack. Betty’s sister,
MRS. EDITH BARRINGTON, suddenly returns from France and horrifies
Betty by declaring that her first husband,
EDMOND LEVASSEUR, whom she married secretly when a girl, and whom
she thought dead, has appeared and demands 2,000 pounds «$10,000) in ten
days' time, or he will tell
ANTHONY BARRINGTON everything. Only four days are left and Mrs. Bar
rington begs Betty to borrow the tnonej from Saxe. Betty is horrified at
the proposal and refur.es, but. after a frantic appeal from her sister, con
sents. The next day Betty telephones to Saxe and he consents to give her
the money, but insists that she call at his house at 11 o’clock that night.
Betty can not refuse That afternoon Rimington gets a note from Saxe
asking him to call at 11:30 o’clock that night. Rimington is puzzled, but
goes and Is astonished to see the nameplate of
J. J. FITZSTEPH ENS, on the railing, this man being the money-lender whose
persecutions drove
TOBY RIMINGTON. .lack's brother, to South Africa. Rimington ascends the
stairs, but Is startled to hear a woman's scream.
—Now Go On With the Story
There was something so strange and
desolate in the unexpected sound ringing
through the silence, muffled by sturdy
old walls, that Rlmington paused involun
tarily. Then, as he listened, it was re
peated and silenced instantly.
And to Jack Rimington it seemed that
there was tragedy in that suddenly si
lenced cry
He paused tor a moment, looking about
him. wondering whence the cry had
come. There was only one door in the
hall, a baize one. leading evidently to
servants' quarters, from which the cry
had certainly, not sounded, and another
which yielded instantly to his touch, re
vealing only darkness profound and un
broken
A Terrible Discovery.
it must have been from upstairs that
the cry had come. He dashed to the
staircase, and as he ran up he had a
momentary impression, vague as the im
ages mirrored in moving water, of the
bits of Flemish carving, the pieces of
rust-spotted armor, that hung with tragic
incongruity against the varnished, yellow
walls.
On the landing three doors stood ajar,
and to bis suddenly quickened imagina
tion it seemed there were terrors lying in
ambush behind them. From one a thread
of yellow light streamed out like a beck
oning finger.
With a curious, unfamiliar feeling, a
sense of apprehension amounting almost
to fear, he pushed the door open and
went in.
On Hie threshold he paused with one
deep exclamation, seeing in the space of
Its utterance a picture that etched itself
into his brain indelibly. \nd for the mo
ment it seemed a picture not an actual
happening - the room with its stretching,
shadowy corners, the round table on
which an electric standard stood shedding
a bright but restricted circle of light, and
i lie figures in the foreground, the figure of
Un- woman standing upright, the huddled
figure of the man at her teet, and on the
'able like a myriad of mocking, leering
eyes. a heap of gems of many-colored
tires
At the ecund of hie voice the womaf
turned and looked at him. and this time
the exclamation that rose to his Ups
was stilled and frozen there; for this
girl, whose white face was rigid with an
expression of fear that rendered her al
most ugly, was Betty Lumsden.
She did not see him. or, at least, if her
wide eyes took him into their range so
vision, they did not recognize him. They
were absorbed in something she held in
her slim hands a long, skewerlike knife,
with an ivory handle.
"Betty, in heaven's name, what has
happened: what are you doing here?” he
asked, in a hoarse whisper.
She heard him, if she did not see him.
She tottered a few steps toward him. the
knife held in her outstretched hand.
"This man—this man—tried”—
The words died in her throat like the
snapping of a violin string. She flung
out her haqds with a curious groping
movement and the knife clattered at her
feet.
Then, and then only, Rimington real
ized the nature of that other thing that
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lay at her feet like some uncouth figure
stuffed with bran, its arms grotesquely
outflung. It was a dead man. There was
blood oozing from beneath that hidden
tace and breast. •
"Betty, what have you done? Who is
it?" He made a hasty step forward to
turn the body on its back; but, before be
could touch it. with sickening disconcert
ingness the lights went out. leaving them
in a darkness that seemed to clutch at
him like clammy fingers.
• • •
The darkness and silence that closed
about him so suddenly filled Rimington
with a mad. unleaping sense of panic that
could not have been more agonizing if he
himself had done to death that stark
thing at his feet. What was to be done?
What was the terror that menaced him in
the darkness? And now it seemed to him
that terror had been stalking him ever
since he entered that home.
Os a sudden the darkness seemed to he
alive with eyes baleful, malicious eyes
that stared unwinkingly at the girl by
his side. The thought helped to steady
him, in truth, the panic that seemed to
him to have lasted an hour had not lasted
long enough for 50 seconds to be told off
by those innumerable varied-voiced clocks
in the hall.
“Betty!" His voice as he whispered
her name was steady, and the hand he
put out gropingly toward her was steady
also. "Betty—do you hear me? You must
not move; the wire is fused, perhaps. I
must get-a light."
Alone With Death.
There was neither murmur nor move
ment beside him to tell him of her pres
ence. Once during that agony of panic
he heard a rustle of her skirt; but now
she was silent and the darkness seemed
to press more closely about hint. Cau
tiously he put out his hand and groped,
but it encountered nothing. When the
light had failed the girl had been close
beside him on his left hand; but now.
right and left, his outstretched hands en
countered only the air.
"Betty!" he said again, and this time
his voice was less steady.
To Be Continued In Next Issue.
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* Little Bobbie’s Pa *
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
THE first time I ewer saw Pa jellus
was nite beefoar last. The
son Pa dosent git jellus eesy is
bekause every time he looks in the
glass he thinks a littel better of his
self than he did the last time he look
ed* in the glass. But nite beefoar last
my old gent was kind of un-eesy.
The reeson was that Ma had com
pany & amung them wich was present
was a yurig poet. He was the finest
looking yung man that I ewer saw. He
was about six (6) feet tall & he had
grate big dark eyes & black hair, kind
of long. Wen he talked it somnded like
musick, & he talked enuff. Ma & all
the ladies made a fuss oaver him. Pa
& the other three gentlemen was fat,
but thay are all good fellows, anyhow.
Thay dident like it. the way all thare
wives was making up to the poet.
I think divine poetry is simply grand,
sed Ma. Husband, sed Ma, doesnt this
boy' reemind you of Lord Byron? I
doant know, sed Pa; I newer seen a
good picture of Byron. Oh, but he does,
sed Ma. Mister Leegrande, sed Ma to
the poet, won’t you reeslte us sum of
yure poetry?
He Recites.
I shall be deelited, sed Mister Lee
grande. Here is a littel thing that I
rote one nite in the Bronx, & then he
teeslted:
Night, oh Nite Wunderful. Thy touch
When o’er us all thy mantel falleth soft
Brings peace and holy calm, and rest
from care.
Night Wunderful. Sweeter than garish
day.
Thou comest as Night shud come, all
dark and soft
And sable-sweet. Oh Night, deep,
solem Night.
Isent that simply divine? sed all of
the ladies.
It was kind' of dark that night,
wasent it, sed Pa. How did you find
your way home, Mister Legree?
My name Is not Legree, sed the poet.
Me naim is Leegrande.
I beg your parding, sed Pa. Wen you
was pulling all that dark stuff I guess
it made me think of Uncle Tom & that
made me think of Simon Legree. But
doant you care, my boy, sed Pa. Have
you got a nice light poem that you
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Better Than a Help Wanted Ad.
Mrs. Leroy —“Anty, I’m just trying to compose a help
wanted ad. for the newspaper that will bring me a
washwoman. They’re awfully scarce and I’m so tired
out doing my own washing I’m nearly half dead.”
Anty Drudge— “Help wanted? Huh! The help you want
is Fels-Naptha soap. Instead of writing that ad. you
write a postal to your grocer to send you some
Fels-Naptha. Then do your washing with it in cool
or lukewarm water, without boiling and hard rubbing,
and you’ll need no other heln. It won’t make you
tired, nor take half so long.”
If you want some clothes washed in a
hurry, Fels-Naptha is a friend in need.
You don’t need to wait for the laun
dryman or the washerwoman.
You don’t need fire, nor hot water,
nor wash boiler, nor washboard.
In summer or winter Fels-Naptha will
take the dirt out of your clothes in cool or
lukewarm water in the shortest time with
out hard work.
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And do it more thoroughly than the
most elaborate laundry outfit with any
other kind of soap.
ou’ll find it immensely convenient
in having a supply of Fels-Naptha always
on hand.
It will solve many vexing washing and
cleaning problems in easy fashion.
All that’s necessary is to have cool or
lukewarm water, and follow the simple
directions on the red and green wrapper.
wud like to tare off. Me & my trends
will stand for it, sed Pa,
My’ poems are all seerius, sed Mister
Leegrande. Destiny is driving us
to a ultimate goal too fast to be frlv
elus. he sed.
Forget about Destiny & ultimate
goals, sed Pa, reesite us a funny poem,
so we can all git a good smile.
I guess you had enuff good stniles
today, sed Ma. Let Mister Leegrande
reesite the kind of poetry that true
poets rite.
No sir, sed Pa. Tomorrow is the
first of the month, with a month’s rent
to pay & a butcher & a grocer to see.
What we want tonite is a funny poem.
If yure long-haired frend cant reesite
one, llssen to this:
A treetoad sat upon a branch.
Out on a Arizona ranch.
A cowboy' who was pigeon toed
Along the narrow path then rode.
While he toed in. that cowboy grim,
The treetoad in as well as him.
Nobody laffed excep Pa's men trends.
The poet looked at Pa a minnit, kind
of sad, & then he took his hat & went
away. I think Pa is a better poet than
them reglar poets bekaus Pa gets his
neck shaved.
W orse Than W icked
“You vile creature!”
As he spoke these cruel words Smith
kins gazed sadly at the cat sitting
sleekly on the hearthrug, and then still
more sadly at the very small pat of
butter which his landlady held before
him on a plate.
“Yes, Mr. Smithkins,’’ said the stout
lady volubly, “that there’s all that Is
left of your new pound of butter at
breakfast. When I came into the room
to clear away, there was that villain of
a cat a-sittlng licking his whiskers,
and the butter just as you see it now.”
and she drew herself up with a jerk,
short of breath.
Smithkins again eyed the cat. then
the butter, and then the cat again.
“Vile, depraved creature!” he said
reproachfully to puss. “Not only do
you wickedly steal my butter, but so
that I may suspect this dear, good Mrs.
Bilkins, you even cut it off with a
knife! ”