Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, November 28, 1912, FINAL, Image 8

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Newspaper Page TextTHE GEOBQILAMS MAG AZKB PAGE ■ . . . ... .. . —— . BROADWAY JONES Based on George M. Cohan's Play Now Running in New York A Thrilling Story of "The Great White Way." By BERTRAND BABCOCK. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT | If Broaftwa had < ook<.l and offered bin own hear! to his guesta—and to one . guest In parti-ular he (•••uKln't have been any more particular as to the season ing or its reception by the little company • than he was tonight as to what was served, how. am when The only help he had in the service was that glv. n by one ] of the small boys from :hc plant whom l Bob had used at the "Grand hotel" as i a sort of valet for hims'-lf and Broadway. At Broadway’s announcement of the dinner to Bob, the latter had enthuslas- 1 tic-ally volunteered to help in Its prepara tion. He and Broadway would show the < Spotswoocs what they could do in the way .of simple living and the preparation 1 of a good meal Bob would oven have tiara help. But the moment he tarn Clara I were in Jcnes Manor, forgotten was that and all shnilnr promises. So Jackson and little Jimmie struggled in the kitch en as best they could. Mrs Spotswood had cheerfully offered to help, but Jack son wouldn't permit that, and the. Judge he rejected on the ground ttiat he was not a bachelor. TOO MANY EMOTIONS. But while he tried to cook with Boh and Clara hanging over tho old piano, emotions too complex for his own analysis ■turged through hint. So that was one. set of emotions being developed in the old home this night Bob and Clara had another set. But theirs were fairly simple The course of true love seemed, in their case, to meet with no obstacle. Their emotions were very simple.and so hardly interesting to any other than themselves or the judge and his wife. That happy couple wore in still another frame of heart that was exceedingly simple, too. They were Joyous at the growing feel ing between Clara and Wallace and not entirely unhappy over the strange emo tional state that seemed th their keenly observant eyes to exist between Josie and Jackson. Their knowledge, or their sus picions. eoncernlg the two came tntlrelj from the face and conduct of Jackson From Josie's air or manner they could learn nothing The girl was rather quiet, answering absently, if ai all, and seemed to have effaced herself almost completely. The usual vigorous personal quality of this youhg woman, which formerly would have tilled the room to overflowing, was not gone entirely. So, after a time, the Judge and his wife, watching the fledgling Clara aboutt he slitter from the parental nest, ceased to think of orobserve Josie. SAMMY IS CAREFUL. The last, and perhaps least, person of this set, with varying emotions, was Sammy, the judge's fat son. who sat In the corner lingering his banjo and longing to begin. He wanted to take the center of the stage, but as the dinner had not been served, he feared any parental pun ishment which might deprive him of his dinner, however dubious the prospect of getting anything lit to eat With Broadway in the kitchen might be. While his guests chattered or thought of their various concerns, as their dis positions might bo, Broadway, alone with Jimmie in tho great fire-bricked wltchen, which had ministered to the wants of many generations of the Jones family, was in agony. He had bought a vast quan tity of lamb chops,feeling that in these little red slabs lay a symbolic meaning. Josie had talked so strangely of chops that he had eagerly bought all that the three butcher shops of Jonesville could spare from their small stocks. Even In the shops he had examined them. He bad turned them over and over in bis hands as though he expected to find NOREASON FOR DOUBT As to the Merits of Cardui' the Woman’s Tonic, In View of Such Evidence. Tecumseh, Okla.—ln a letter from this town, Mrs. Elisha Epperson •ays: '1 do believe that If it hadn’t been for Cardui, the woman’s tonic, 1 > wouldn't have been living: todav i “I am so triad that I began taking Cardui when I did. Before I began us in* it, I was in bad health and suf- 1 sered considerable pain in head, shoul tiers, back, side, limbs and lower part I£ "Cardui helped me more than any- ( thing I ever did take, and I am In bet- ! ter health since taking It than I hare been in four (♦) years “I shall never be without Cardui, the ’ woman's tonic, in iny home, and will 1 always recommend it to other ladies,” Can you doubt the merit of Cardui \ ; after reading the above letter? This i Is only one of many that we receive each year. Shell testimony, from ear nest women, surely proves the great value f this tonic medicine for the ailments peculiar to their sex. Cardui a< ts on the weakened wom anly organs. It helps to refresh the worn-out nerves, and is the Ideal med icine for young and old. As a tonic for women it has brought remarkable results. As a remedy lor womens Pls Its .friends »ay it has no equal. N. B : Write to: Ladies' Adxisory Dept Chattanooga Median* <’o.. Chattanooga. Tenn for Soecia’ I natructlone, end 6J book. “Home Treatment fr r Wom en,’ uent in plain wrapper, on request (Advertisement.* written upon their dull red surface the meaning of the words of Josie. And when he had stood in the kitchen before them he had done the same. But they told him absolutely nothing. After a time he became aware that Jimmie was looking at him. "Say. sonny," Jackson asked quickly, "what’ll we do with these things?" COOKING THE CHOPS. "Why, cook them, of course," said J hnrnie. "Certainly,' responded Broadway. But how ?’’ Jimmie scratched his dark little head. Iximb chops were entirely out of the fru gal experience of his parents and of him self. ”1 think we had some oncst,” he said, "when I was a kid, and that me mother boiled 'em." "No,” said Broadway. "I'm sure they, are broiled." Jackson had lighted too many good | cigars not to know bow to make a proper I lire, and, starting the kitchen range had I been one of the tasks of Jimmie, so no i fault could be found with their fire. ' Broadway raked aside e bed of live <<>als and then placing some of the chops in a. collanoer, set it over the tire. He did not know enough about the art as prac ticed in the lobster palaces to turn them, and they began cooking merrily on one side. Bui soon the heat melted the solder which held the tin utensil together, and thick clouds of smoke arose. These penetrated to the upper parts of Jones Manor. Without doing more than cough at the | smoke, which Broadway thought probably | a necessary part of cooking, Jackson started tin- preparation of the rest of hl: ’ dinner. This was far more simple and he : could not go very far astray. The vege- | tables and salad gave little trouble, too, for he had often observed his salads in ] tho lobster palaces. He had even noted] on the many occasions when he dined on Broadway that vegetables came to the j table peeled. So he had only to slip them 1 peeled, heavily it Is true, into some of the ! many pots and pans in the enormous Jones kitchen, adding water at the sug- ] gestlon of Jimmie, to whom this part of i tiie process was perfectly clear. AID FROM JOSIE. "I don’t believe a good cook makes all 1 this smoke,” exclaimed Jackson after a particularly vicious nt of coughing, as he opened ti window. His tone was perfectly serious, but to his surprise. It was answered with a burst of the most charming laughter Broadway hail ever known. Josie was at the door, her face almost divine, it seamed to the smitten Broadway, as her laughter rippled off. But she did not remain there long. With ’ a gayety of manner Broadway had never i seen in the girl before she fairly danced t over the floor to the smoking tin utensil. ] In a moment she had struck it Into a sink ] with a skillful blow of a poker. "I’m afraid that you only sat at the ta ble In the window. Broadway,” she laughed i out. The pictures of the many times he had actually sat as far away from the kitchen I in the restaurants he had frequented ere ] ated In Ills mind by the girl's words were speedily blotted out by his consciousness I of the great - that vast, dear fact- that ! she had called him "Broadway.” His knees bent until he almost seemed to be kneeling while he drew the big white apron he had thoughtfully purchased from tho butcher In the village about him. JOSIE GIVES ORDERS. “Go ahead and give your orders,” he said fervently, ”1 II ttdu- orders from you for the rest of your life Josie.” Then he. straightened up, proud of hav ing dared to call her Josie. But she did not seem to have noticed it. "You'll certainly take orders from mo now ” she began and stopped. "Broadway— call mo Broadway." eag erly supplemented Jackson. "She finished: ” Mr. Jones, for I’m going to make you get this dinner as It should be got." "Why?” again dared Jackson. A distatit smile appeared on the lips of the girl. "I really am very fond of—the Judge, yon know." she said carelessly. "You know he hud dyspepsia fearfully last win- , ,e Y. ’ *h, said Broadway, and he fell fran tically to beating eggs with a shaving 1 brush in a small hammered brass vase. 1 The dinner was got in an orderly course l after that The girl worked seemingly without es- ] fort and Broadway soon, under her friend ly spell, had lost the little daring he had j summoned. Gradually his mind passed to a consideration of the tasks she had set ( for him, so that in the end he almost , came to believe that he himself had done It all. , Just before the meal now really dainty t was carried country fashion up into < the dining room, Josie's spirits again seemed to have a sudden flight into an 1 upper level. She cast one glance at < Broadway that made that youth drop the I blatter lie held and dart toward her. ' Just as he reached her he came to be lieve that ler look had *’• n one of fear merely. ImieetL with one hand she pointed behind her. 1 "Oh. did you see It? Ho you see it?” * she exclaimed. * Broadway forgot his purpose and his , aim. With real apprehension for her, he ] turned quickly. What is it? Whore is It'.”' he asked. "The ghost of old Tom Junes, the Tory.” | flushed fiack the girl, anti was gone above ; stairs. PART VI. _ I THE CHOPS ARE EATEN. The memory' of that, meal will prob ably some day live in the annals of the' Jones family, of Jonesville, Conn. While that may not have hapepned as yet, It ] certainly remained a distinct recollec-I t! m In the minds , r all who ate It. Even Sammy, absorbed In eating and longing for tiie time to come when he could en brtain the company with his banjo, felt i Hot there was something unusual in the i atmosphere. Tin nu ll began with the chatter and spirits of Clara and Wallace spreading ] ' :!■< -!r influ.-nen over the little group. But. I 1 is it progressed Josie, as Broadway would > have said at an earlier time, took the I stage and held It for the balance of the I .linn. r. j Never had the judge nor Mrs. Spotts- I wood seen tho usually demure, sedate young woman in such wild spirits and u I mental poise that trembled at times upon ! cdg.. of abandon. A moment later she would seem sunk in intpene:ruble gioom, but this would pass i speedily, ;,nd there would l.e a return to her former hilarious n i with yet a subtly difference. Continued In Next Issue Some of Fashion s Latest From Pans S W -jf » f JWb Wmb 1 11 fe w ** ’ hHA /// MMIB ■HHL'L .. W st '4\. c■KJ■ j N. \ io*’ „A x J . j \ Original shape of beret, made of chestnut velvet. It is outlined over flfflr\ trim by a dta-ed ribben. "a picots” of faille, tied over the side in a \ hugo bow and held by a broad gilt buckle, 1 i I ' on 9 P c ‘ u 'o at the s'de shows a very original tailor-made cos- . ■ j. j | turn* of olive-green ratine—a long redingote. with broad revers slightly It f* ; g,' * I gathered at the waistline on both sides—fastens by a stitched girdle- \\ ■ ’ ’1 jt ' F - ’h ” -he same material, with a band of white checkered ratine held by \\ a nacre buckle Collar, cuff and band at the hem are of white fox. Th s \ redingote, rising in front, shows a simple skirt of white ratine, check- 's ?s;»lr E” , i 1 -ered with gicen. V I ■■■ - , ■, I ■ ... ■ ■■■■■.! , I ■■ I ■■ , A Conqueror By BEATRH E FAIRFAX. HE stopp 1 nil over me," is tho complaint a man makes of the girl to whom he was devoted fora good many months. Then lie signs the wail, “College Conqueror!" Evidi ntly he went through college conquering every lesson, every obsta cle, and came out with Hying colors. Then he fnet a girl. He loved her He told her so. He “was excessively constant and devoted," ami In return for such devotion she "stepped all over . him!" Truly a man who has <*h.i ned the ■ ■ right to sign himself “College Con queror" deserves a better fate. It is ] plain tlio girl didn't appreciate what it meant for a conqueror of big build ings with long lessons in them to bow ' in the dust before Iler feet. It is obvious that she failed to ap- 1 pneciate the honor that was done her. It is apparent that she didn’t deserve ' such homage from one so high, for lie says was "insulting, deceitful, rude, tyrannical, ill-natured and impossible.” , All this, in addition to a very pro- t nouneed habit of stepping high, corn ing down heavily, and paying no heed y to what her feet came down on. t The strange, the almost unbelievable . part of the letter is that after denounc ing her in such terms, the young man asks: "Am I perfectly justified in giv ing her up?” On first thought, the answer to such a 1 question would be, "Yes, and give tier up immediately!" But would that lie the best for the , young man'.' And, as he wrote the let ter, it is witli liis interests 1 am most concerned. He i. a "College Conqueror." Per haps in conquering college ho ignored every course that included lessons in ’ humility. Perhaps he needs that very thing. So many of us do. 1 do not know if this girl who is de scribed in such ungallant terms has a teacher’s certificate or not. Perhaps not. But that doesn't matter. One does not need n teacher's certificate to give others lessons In humility. She has shown herself qualified to be such an instructor. She stepped all over him, and he says he still loves het. and wants to know if he should give her up. She may deservt .di the unkind things lie has said. 1 hope she does not. But at least she deserves credit for this: Sue sow a man ,who was proud of him self. and Inst, ad of bowing before his shrine, she put him on his knees in the dust and then stepped all over him! Under the circumstances. I believe ills question is useless. He wants to know If ho shall give her up. l>oes any one think she would have him? She surely won't have him if she | roads this letter and learns that after accusing her of possessing every unde sirable trait of character, he adds, worm-like. that he "loves" her. If he loved her he wouldn’t think these things: Ip wouldn't believe he wouldn't say them. He would regard her as the perfection I of all womankind. He would b tin last to accuse her: the first to resent it i If others made such charges against I 1 charge further that in so strenu ously belittling her he gives me the. right to claim he is not a tnanly man. i She may be tin .inlier he charges, but ' at least he is not a saint in saying such tilings about girl to whom he has b. i n “excessive',j devoted" many month.-, I and whom, lie .says, lie loves. My dear College Conqueror. either deciiie to take tile corns.- of snubbing she prescribes, ami be patient and loyal while taking it. or ; irt from her for | Hon't declare your love w nil, swing ling a brush itipp, > in black paint! Up-to-Date [okes "Can’t you stop to dinner?" “Not this evening; I’m afraid.” “Needn't be afraitj; we've got a new cook.” She (pouting)—Before we were mar ried you often used to catch me in your arms. He—Yes; and now I catch you in my pockets. Little Elmer —Papa, tvhat is polite ness? Professor Broadhead—Politeness, my son, Is the art of not letting other people know what you really think of them. “What's the difference between a fori and a fortress?" "Well." said the woman-hater, “I should think the only difference would be that the latter is the harder to si lence.” .Little Boy—Mamma, what's my book about? * Mamma —It is called “Tiie Sleeping Beauty,” and is about a girl who slept, and slept, and slept, and nobody could wake her. ; Little Boy—Was she a servant girl? ' i The Young Man —Yes; I kissed her when she wasn’t expecting anything of : the kind. The Elderly Man—A young man, a i young woman, and nobody about, and • the young woman not expecting to be kissed. H’m! Ha! Rubbish! She (who has offered to hear little Jones’ part In the coming theatricals) Now, what’s your cue, Mr. Jones? Jones (puzzled)—My cue? She—Yes: what they say just before you come on, you know? Jones—Oh. I see! They always say, “Come on. you silly goat, can't you?" Benevolent Party—Don’t you think fishing is cruel sport? Angler—Cruel? Well, I should say so. I've sat here three days and not had 1 a bite; been nearly eaten up by gnats ■ and stung by two wasps, lost my pock- ] etknife in the > Ivor and the sun hoe : taken all the skin oft' the back of my I neck. IS F HumJvflSE “HAIR THAT GIVES FATHER TIME THE LAUGH” fFe are just about as old as we LOOK People judge us, by the way we LOOK. The man or woman with grey hair is be ginning to get in the u ‘Old Timer’s Class.” Phis Twentieth Century does NOT want GREY hairs-it wants the energy of Youth, the big things are being done by the YOUNGER generation. There's a sort of “Has Been” look about those Grey Hairs.” There is always one to criticise and smile scornfully. bather Time is a stern disciplinarian. Get the best of him. Give him the laugh, i Do not be a Has Been. ’ It’s unnecessary. 1 Ise HAY S HAIR HEALTH 31,0C‘ and SOc at Drug Stores or direct afion receipt , l ', r ' ee ~ ‘‘'Olrr's name. Send 10c for tnai bottlt.—r hilo Hay Sfiectalltf; Cg., A’firari. /V. J. FOr: CALE AND RECOMMENDED I ICY JACOBS’ PHAP«*rv I Do You Know— I I Chimneys were first erected in Brit ain in 1200. Among poor people there are more deaths from measles than from any other infectious disease. Owing to the hind wings of an earwig resembling in shape the human ear, the insect has derived its name. A total of $120,000,000 per annum is spent on the salaries of government of ficials in England, Scotland and Ire land. During the past fourteen years the production of crude petroleum in India has increased by nearly 200 million gal lons. The schoolmaster of Toggenburg Switzerland, is the village bandmaster the organist, a fireman, a watchmaker, and a farmer. And in ills spare time, no doubt, lie does a bit of teaching. A machine combining two modern inventions, the electric car and the vacuum cleaning apparatus, has been applied in Strasburg to clean tiie tracks of that city. In the operation of the machine the roadbed is sprayed with water, then the dirt is loosened by a seratcher. and drawn up into the car by the suction apparatus. With this ma chine one man can clean 25 miles of track a day, replacing the labor of 17 men working in the ordinary way. To meet the requirements of busi ness people who occasionally employ a typist, but have not sufficient work to keep fine regularly employed, the idea has been evolved in an American town of establishing a telephonic secretarial office. Clients ring up the office in the morning, choosing their own hours, and dictate their correspondence to the clerk at the other end. These girls do their work straight from the telephone on to the typewriter, wearing a cap like a wireless operator’s headpiece. In 'a short time the batch of letters am! I addressed envelopes are ready to frans ] init by special messengers for the ati | thor’s signature. 1 _ ——— GRAY OR FADED HAiR RESTORED TO NATURAL COLOR Famous Southern “La Creole’’ Hair Dressing the Remedy. Safe and Sure. A harmless hair preparation, originated ny a proud hut poor Creole la.lv in..re than forty years ago. is today giving joy to thousands of women and men by quick ly restoring the natural color to the gray faded, streaked or wispy hair. By ap plying La< reole Hair Dressing a few times It .-leans ttie scalp. kills the dandruff, and best ..f all. restores the hair to its natu ral color, fluffiness and vigor. takes away those streaks of gray, does away with premature old age. LaCreole stops , the itihlng and falling bair. Don't look old before your time, but applv Hair Dressing to the hair and retain I your youthful looks. LaCreole Hair Dressing will cleanse the | hair of dost, dirt or any excessive oil in a i few moments after its application. Your . hair will be wavy, fluffy and abundant, and possess an incomparable softness lus > ter and luxuriance, the beautv and shim -1 mer of true hair health. ' LaCreole Bair Dressing is not onlj- the • best there is. but the only hair color restorer that gives satisfaction. Sold bv orußglNts, $1 per large bottle, with full | dirccuoru (or home treatment of the hair (Advt ) Daysey Mayme and Her Folks By Frances L. Garside IF YOU WANT REAL (.IFE— » NUMBER of years ago, when a ZX woman washed her hair, she washed it on her head, and sat around for hours with it hanging like wet rat-tails around her face, waiting for it to dry. Times have changed. There was hanging on the clothesline at the Appleton home a round thing which looked like half a cocoanut, five switches, two yards of puffs and a fringe looking somewhat like that Sit ting Bull wore around his waist when he had his picture taken. This was Daysey Mayme Appleton's hair. And while it swung in the breeze and dried, Daysey Mayme, with a dain ty morning cap covering her baldness, sat in the parlor and sought to improve her mind by reading. “Morton paused. The restraint lie put on himself made the veins in his forehead stand out like whipcords. He caught Maidle's illy white hand in his and held it lightly, though tempted to crush it between his big, strong hands. “ ‘We will away,’ he said hoarsely, ‘while yon moon hides her face behind the friendly shelter of a cloud.’ “Maidie trembled. Did she shrink from him? Nay, nay! It was a maid enly fear of she knew not what that made her slender form shake. But only for an instant. Then she turned, and threw herself into the strong arms held out for her. “ 'Away, away,’ she murmured, with You do not eat the right food YOUR bodies are ill-nourished because you feed them on foods that they cannot get the good out of. Do not eat so much meat and other heavy foods that are hard to digest. 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Ar. Jacksonville “ “ 8:40 A.M. R. L. BAYLOR E. E. SMITH D.P.A. Southern Ry. T.P.A. Big Four Route . Atlanta Atlanta her face hidden in the folds of hi s rough coat, ‘to the ends of the earth with the man who loevs me.’ ” Daysey Mayme always feels less ro mantic when has her hair off. Throwing the book across the room, ' picked up a rporning paper, and read: “The testimony given by Sarah Jones in her suit for divorce from Sila< Jones, as heard in the court yesterday was both rich and racy. ‘“He called me a pie-face,’ she > un ; - to the judge, ‘and said my kin wer* a mess of lobsters. He hasn’t given me more than a dollar a week to ll ve on since 1 married him a year ago, and if it were not for my father I’d have starved to death.’ “ 'Yes,' in answer to a question from the judge, ’our marriage was an elope ment. I thought I loved him, but no one can love a squirrel-faced tight wad pirate like him very long.’ ’’ Daysey Mayme finished the account and threw down the paper with a sigh of regret because there was no more to read. "Ah,” she said, gathering her hair wash off the line, "if you want REAL life, read the divorce stories in the newspapers, “'Pie-face,’ musingly; ‘mess of ]oh sters,’ ah, there’s Life in that!" DISILLUSIONMENT. She —You told me before we were married that yoy were well off. He—So I was then, but I didn’t know it!