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V Cottolene is better than butter or lard for frying because it can be heated about 100 degrees higher without burning or smoking. This extreme heat instantly cooks the outer surface, and forms a crust which prevents the absorption of fat. Fry fish with Cottolene and it will never be greasy, but crisp and appetizing enough to make your mouth water. Cottolene is more economical than lard; costs no > more, and goes one-third farther than either butter or lard. You are not practicing economy if you are not using ^07/ , Cottolene in your kitchen. ( Mide only by ///^r ^ THE N.K.FAIR BANK ffAJAr V \\ / COMPANY ’ER. : 5 ' 0U to Comj] 'hat sb« int( ceremony, chance to th ( bride-elect, - 'tear boy t' n j >'ou very r,,.^ Maynard red kindness I ' replied the , at in the trorlt 1. sentimentu jest." dways feel , t gol, ’K to mm trice gently. «■ *1 had gone t, time in the da tered, "a W0B( ly happy-amj mly turned warmth than ■ >r him. After J ■ned on the u, and spoke . best." she jppler than 1, table undernee a lamp. She r, lary had laid] - in the tea-eer. and saw with 1 was from Kelt! letter ran, that I was _ trest girl | n . very happy! re at first s:p you because end and had i my futile effat me as I fooiis to care, I 1 n my happln* re in my boyL i will rejoice i] w that real Is the little i d has been 1 e friend, :eith lact,"| rlish. | The Manicure Lady SPRINGTIME Copyright, 1913, by Journal-Amer- ioan-Examiner. By Nell Brinkley .'ou would sped said a stickM his wife. "t| es came to tij ltd.’ Don’t ' 'etter to saytla ierland to :e!| I i fferer.ee In I Jlned the lady! ■rence in the tl rieal differeneu lake use of sad . By the way! >ur father in u father in yei he wife. "M in your pocket J r.” your little qul9 flight in haras* ays taking upj ng it as a reps i be a rope, ed a sickly i ever started t pots. o you Intend \ take a house? I — Because bsolute monaichj In a house 1 >k, but we won'! ssful ailments rauseol gular action oi| tion and elimi •event sufferini reneral health- AMS LS boxes* 10c., 25c* I By WILLIAM F. KIRK. EORGE," said the Manicure Eady. “I ain’t felt so romantic as I have this forenoon for a I time I don’t suppose barbers ever Ils very tender like and pensive ex- 1,t when some Joe with a hard beard l f shaved twice over and gives them But it is different with me, | ir ge. You wouldn't believe it, would , j lopj you I can hear robbins Elstiing for rain and doves cooing for L r mutes even if I am sitting at a Xmcure table right down here In the trt of the Tenderloin. The way I feel T , m ,rning there is a golden haze L.mi the sun and purple edges to all tm clouds that floats fleecy-like over- '•What’s all this about?" the head bar- wanted to know. "It must be ro- 'n.v or hop. I never heard you get L . before. You look kinda pale, too, L* *00. You had better try going to / early and fitting up early for a ; Vek, and eat plenty of celery to keep ! lur nerves good.” J-Well, George, I might as well tell j |u that I do feel kinder romantic this Trenoon, the first time since that fel- C. over in Decatur proposed to me and Littered love’s dream by copping one Sister Marne's rings oft from the lessor and never returning to our hum- , abode. That was years ago. George, |<l just as the scar was healing over. Ire I go and get sentimental again.” •Who is it this time?” asked the Head ^rber. Love With a Book. It ain’t no fellow,” answered the lanicurt Lady. “It’s a book that I \s reading last night. Brother Wilfred Es reading it down at the Carnegie ■br&ry and when nobody was looking • stuck it under his coat and mooched feme with It. It was worth the risk, torge. It’s one of the grandest books Jhave ever saw. The name of it is famous Loves of History.’ It tells all bout Napoleon and Josephine and about j (young fellow named Paris that fell in jve with a girl named Helen that used | live in Troy, N. Y., and it tells about , hthony and Cleopatra and how Mr. An- |ony lost the Homan Umpire by staying Egypt so long that his wife, had to to Reno or some place like that to fet a divorce.” “I never was much on those ro mances,” said the Head Barber. “The lay butter and eggs is selling now, it j |kee all the mental Tithmetic to keep j |ary and the children. When you got live four flights up without no ele ctor and git most of your eatables at I delicatessen store, love’s young dream |ts kinda frazzled around the edges.” • But Just the same,” insisted the fanicure Lady, “I think that a girl or gent can forgit their surroundings fhen they set down with the book like Jiat Famous Loves’ book. Gee, George, j (hen I was reading about that brave ng Paris stealing a King’s wife away hd taking her up-State to Troy, it lade me wish that some fellow would Jr>me down from the Blue Ridge and ■dnap me away from my father’s roof. If course it would hurt the old gent a | It, because with my earning capacity, lam the only pillar up home on which |iey lean on. The old gent wouldn’t J&re if somebody came along and kid- japed Brother Wilfred, because the , Toor boy is as far from a job as he has Tver been in all his bright, young ca ter It was only last night he nicked kther’s bank roll for a case note, the 1st one he will get for some time, as f.e old gent has sworn off getting mel- • i don’t see anything very romantic |bout stealing the King’s wife or any |ther man’s wife,” said the head barber. /anted to Be “Stole.” . ‘Don't you?” said the Manicure Lady. Idee. I think It must have been simply ■’and to have lived in them days and Id have been stole by some guy with a Ittle nerve like that Paris fellow. And lie book told about Romeo and Juliet. ; I 1 was thinking, George, that if I lould have a handsome young fellow^ like | lomeo put a ladder up against our front , lorch and whisper words of love to me I would accept his proposal of marriage Snd beat down the ladder with him luick before the porch broke. I “Napoleon and Josephine had an Mwful sweet love, so the book says. The Itory tells how much that great general pved his queen and how much she lived him until things commenced |reaking bad for him and he lost out li that awful retreat from Waterloo and ■he battle of Bunker Hill, or whatever ^as the name of that tight hr lost to i'uke Wellington and his German sol- liers There ain’t no love like that no ■tore, George. When a young fellow ■rants to get married nowadays ho Itarts saving up until he has money Inough to buy a house and lot in West fnd and when he proposes and gets lurned down he lakes the money and pses it playing poker. There ain’t even Juch love as our fathers and mothers ised to have. “Every once e-J a while when the |ld gent comes .home from lodge with |is feet well apart and a kinda balmy pok on his map I can hear him remind ing mother of how they used to walk llong them lilac-bordered lanes, plight- |}g their troth over and over again. Tobody plights no troths nowadays. George, until the young girl’s folks has lot a report on the young gent from Puns and Bradstreets. 1 “The more I think about them beau- liful old romances which can never be |o more, the more I wisht I had lived |nfn instead of now.” 1 “If you’re going to keep on harping fie way you started out this morning, laid the Head Barber, “it wouldn't hurt py feelings if you had lived then in- I of now, just so i didn't have to |ve then, too. and be in the san * T>th you. Here comes the nervous cus- Jj'iner that never likes to hear women r lk - Humor him, Kid, humor him.” What the Newly Wed Should Know FIRST:—-Learn to Cook This is the first of a series of articles prepared by Mar garet Hubbard Ayer, who has been commissioned by The Geor gian to discuss the problems of newly married people with experts in various departments of household economy. By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER. r J?J] Daysey Mayme And Her Folks (t ‘Just Say” HORLICK’S It Means Original and Genuine ALTED MILK The Food-di ink for All Ages. •lore healthful than Tea or Coffee, ^grees with the weakest digestion. Micious, invigorating & nutritious, pkh milk, malted grain, powder form. I quick lunch prepared in a minute. J»ke nosubstitute. AskforHORLICK’S Others are imitations. By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. W HEN Lysunder John Appleton was a young man, and unat tached, he found life very gay. He was invited to all the parties, and jie took every new girl who came to his town out to look at the moon. He tv as so popular that the third time he met a girl she would pick the lint off his coat. Then he became engaged, and his popularity became like that of a cold buckwheat cake. Then he got married, and the only envelopes he received in a woman’s hand were sent by the girl book keepers in the employ of the grocer and the butcher. His wife did not forget his exist ence, remembering it dutifully when there was one more guest than the game of cards required, or when she had a guest who was very hard of hearing. Occasionally, too, she would ask him t;o escort one of her kin home. His duties as Kin Commissioner- General only tended to increase his unpopularity. A decision that when a woman's kin guest goes home her husband has a right to see what she is taking in her trunk made him so unpopular among the women that thereafter every invitation Mrs. Ly- sander John Appleton received care fully excluded her husband. All of this explains his joy the other evening when a special messen ger appeared at the door with an in vitation for him! He was not completely forgotten! At last he was to have another taste of society, so steadfastly forbidden the father of a family. “What is the invitation to?" asked his wife. But he was so excited in looking for his ties where his socks were kept, and his gloves in his hand kerchief box, he did not reply. He hummed gayly, and he whistled right merrily, stopping between tunes to tell his wife he would be gone all night. “Gone ail night!” How strangely sweet the words sounded! He re peated them . exultantly. He would be gone all night! No one need sit up for him! What reckless freedom the words implied! He whistled louder and more mer rily. He was wildly excited over the welcome change that was coming into the monotony of his life as a married m Then, as he started out the door with the step and bearing of a man half his years, he told his wife where he was going. True It was an invitation to sit up with tiie dead, but it was the first invitation of any kind he had received in seventeen years! The Retort Courteous. Sharpson—Phlatz, wnat makes your nose so red? Phlatz—It glows with pride because it never pokes itself into other peo ple's business. After Effects. Banks—1 don't mind the influenza itself so much—It’s the after effects I’m afraid of. . . Rinds—The after effects is what ails me. I'm still dodging the doctor for $!!5, I T’S springtime in Atlanta. Out of the back-swung door of her car Miss Atlanta, who is a woman most thoroughbred and fair, steps to the gray curb. She is garbed in all the grotesquerie of looped skirt, Elizabeth frill, tortured cockade and sack coat with the belt at the hips, and a riot of tender flowers from those shops with the extra shiny win dows and the sweet-smelly door ways. It’s springtime in the far South west. The sea is as blue as the aquamarine that rests in the hollow at the Toot of your sweet heart’s throat. Over all the val leys and hills it casts a dreamy light. The far islands lie like a dream on the horizon. The hill's that sweep to the sea are livid with lovely uplands of green bar ley and ablaze with seas of golden popples. All this—peach blossom and almond and orange—and the girl in bathing togs, with the sea water pearling her hair—tells you that it’s springtime in the air far Southwest. As for spring in a fellow’s heart. Lay your ear close and listen to the little chap who’s singing inside! Are You Happy? If Not, Why Not? ELLA WHEELER WILCOX Tells How to Gain Joys of Life By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. Copyright. 1913, by Star Publishing Co. Y OU men and women who rea/I these lines, what are you doing to get the best out of the short life you are liging? I know what ' you are striving for, most of you men (American men), it is wealth and power. And you do not want these things so much for yourselves as for the wives and children who bear your names. But, good sir, are you not making a mistake to so utterly absorb yourself in business? If you really live to make your dear ones happy, would you not attain the result sooner by giving them a little more of your time and attention as you go along? I have talked with hundreds—yes, thousands—of wives of ambitious men, and the universal complaint is: “Oh, if my husband was not so tied down to his business—if he could only give a lit tle more time to his family—take a few weeks now and then for recreation with us. or even a day's outing now and then, how happy we would be. But he is so busy all the time and so tired and nervous.” Does it pay? And you, madam, are you making your husband realize that you would rather have more of his leisure than more of his riches? or are you com plaining that you do not live as well as your neighbors, and urging him on to renewed efforts by your petty nagging and restless discontent? Many a woman, Instead of being the helpmate and comfort to her husband God intended her to be, is the whip that drives him like a tired horse to overtax his strength'. Ask yourself if you are one of these? There have been hard times for men in the last ten yearn. Have you made your husband feel that you sympathized with him in the difficulties that he has encountered in these days of trusts and monopolies? Have you been ready to take a philo sophical and cheerful view of the econ omies and deprivations forced upon you, or have you been despondent, complain ing or rebellious, or by a martyr-like air added to the mortification of your troubled husband? Have you tried to brace up his dis couraged moods by your optimism, and to turn the tebiporary tragedy into a laughing jest? or have you driven him to the verge of despair and suicide by your half-concealed contempt at his failures? And you, sir, have you made your wife realize during these years of hard strug gle that she is the dearest thing in the world to you, and that you appreciate her economies, and that her sympathy and companionship are more to ydu than all the honors the world could offer you would be without her? Or have you left her to guess this to be the fact, that while you plunged deeper and deeper into business and rarely spoke to her unless It was to find fault and complain of small delinquen cies, with no word of praise for great virtues? • Answer these questions silently to yourself and then ask yourself what makes life worth living. Is it not, tlrst of all, a peaceful, love- warmed home companionship with dear ones, and the giving and receiving of simple pleasures and of sympathy and affection? What use will a fortune be if you lose those joys out of life? Would it not be wise to obtain and retain the best things as you go along? The end of the journey is not far—and the only thing you can take across is Love. By a Woman Hater A fool and his money are soon mar ried. Few women have to take lessons in painting. Peace hath her victories, but we gen erally have to fight hard for them. A girl never reads s wondering if she isn’t the heroine. novel without l good bit like THE SUN AND THE BOY By WILLIAM F. KIRK. rOU must he a wonderful, wonderful Sun,” J Said the Little Blind Boy one day "My father told me you were easy to see Till the stars come to twinkle and play. I wish I could know how you look when you glow Just after the day has begun; Do you think I’ll be bigger than you when I grow?” Said the Little Blind Boy to the Sun. “You 'must be a beautiful, beautiful child," said the Sun through its dazzling glare; “But I am blind, too, and I can not see you. Although I'm sure you are there. Don’t cry, little lad, and don’t try, little lad, To grasp unattainable joy; Perhaps we’ll he peers after billions of years," Said the Sun to the Little Blind Boy. You can sometimes flatter a woman by telling her you don’t. Time and tide wait for no man, but you can’t make a woman believe it when she is putting on her hat. When a giH is proverbially fond of lobsters, she generally goes out to sup per with one. Nearly every girl at some time has made some fellow happy by refusing to marry him. Many a fellow who has told a girl she was good enough to eat has been obliged to swallow his own words. The good die young, or if they don’t they grow up to be mighty homely. With some women the tragedy of mar ried life begins with the first scratch on the parlor furniture. How To Do It. IJHHENEVER I get an umbrella,” ’* said the prudent person, ”1 put my name on it.” “So I do," answered the man with out a conscience. "The person who used to own it isn’t so likely to iden tify it.” She Might Have Been. Little Visitor (pointing to a large oil portrait)--Whose picture Is that? Little Hostess—She was my mamma's great aunt. I never heard much about her, but guess she was a school teacher. Little Visitor—Why? Liitle Hostess—See how her eyes fol low us about? . Up-to-Date Jokes T* HE COOK—Ol’m sorry, mum, but * the walkin’ diligate av th’ Suprame Ordher av Cooks hov ordered me to throw up me job. The Mistress (tearfully)—Oh, Norah! What have I dofte? The Cook—-Nawthln’, mum; but your foolish husband got shaved In a non union barber shop th' day before yls- terday. * * * “Would you die for me?” she asked, sentimentally. “Now, look here,” he returned in his matter-of-fact way. “are we supposed to be planning a cheap novel or a wedding?” * * * Mrs. Flubdub—My husband goes out every evening for a little constitutional. Does yours? Mrs. Guzzler—No; my husband al ways keeps it in the house. • * * Commercial: “If a man has an In come of two million dollars a year, what Is his principal?” Cynic; “A man with such an In come usually has no principle.” L EARN to cook, as a matter of honesty, If for no other rea son. According to Miss Withelmina Clement, past mistress in the culinary art, the wife who can’t cook or su perintend the housekeeping takes her husband’s pay envelope on false pre tenses. She does not know her business. Miss Clement has be^n teaching brides their business for some time, and in her immaculately clean kitch en, from which a class of bride pupils had just departed, she explained >vhy a knowledge of cooking was one of the most important assets which a young woman brings to the matrimo nial partnership. Miss Clement is of Dutch descent and is “Mrs.” in private life. In her white frock and pretty Dutch cap she is good to look at. Reciprocity Expected.- "When a couple marry.” said Miss Clement, “the girl expects her hus band to hand her over most of his salary, and he, in turn, expects that her management of that money will make It go twice as far as It did be fore their marriage. "It's his business to earn the money. It’s hers to spend It wisely. One part is as important as the other. "Now, she would feel she had been cheated if she found, after marriage, that he was Incapable of earning the bread and butter, and he has a right to feel that he has been defrauded if she doesn’t know how to cook the food that his money buys. “The foundation of all home life is the kitchen. People live in hotels and boarding houses, but these are not called 'home.’ “A home is "a place where the hearjh fire burns for you and yours ajone, even If the hearth tire is a ga3 range. . Don’t Be a Cheat. "The girl who marries for a home and does not know her part of the business of making that home is cheating. She can not knoty her busi ness unless she ltnows flow to cook. "In very well-to-do homes the wife may not want to do the cooking per sonally, but unless she knows some thing abput cooking she can not direct h#r helper or understand whether or not her family Is getting proper nour ishment. "Correct feeding is becoming a sci ence, and we are all awakening to the faqt that 4 is as. important to com bine food propprly, for the adult as !t is for the baby. , , "Men who ar£ well fed, properly nourished, are less Inclined to drink. It’s poor cooking as much as anything that sends men to the saloons. "No woman need think that she is too intellectual to bother with cook ing. Cooking Is a science as well as an art. and can go on learning forever. "The bride who has a good foun dation of culinary knowledge and takes an interest in cooking will find no end of possibilities to it. Don’t Neglect the Scraps. “Right in her own kitchen she can join the great movement to reduce the high Cost of living. She can use up every scrap of left-over material. And let me tell you that it Is the clever cook alone who can make left over food tasty and who never wastes anything. "It Is the bride's business to Insist on standard goods, not taking poorer substitutes. In the end It always pays to get the best materials and cut down In some other way—not having 30 many different dishes per haps. "The .'•mailer the income the more Intelligence it takes on the pS-it of the bride to manage her share *t ( .the domestic partnership, and the mpre she needs to study and plan her daily bill of fares. "Every girl who is going to be mar ried should take a course of cooking lessons unless a very wise mother has taught her already. Unfortunately, such mothers are rare nowadays. If she already knows how to cook ordi narily well, she ought to go on learn ing and trying new dishes by herself. "In the average home there is an .appalling lack of variety in the bill of fare, and that Is why men, especially, are so glad to get a meal at a good restaurant. A man’s stomach craves variety, and the hard-working man is certainly entitled to a good mea! properly balanced in food values and dainty service. Has Right to Complain. “A man comes home after a hard day’s work and sees the same old things served on a soiled cloth. Some times he sees delicatessen food hastily bought just before dinner. I think he has a right to complain, and generally he does. If he Is easy-going he says nothing, but after a while he grows ’grouchy.’ "There are more grouches caused by bad cooking than by bad luck. “Don’t be satisfied if you can do plain homo cooking. The man of to day. and his wife and children, too. have acquired a taste for foreign dishes, and that is what the restau rants thrive on. You qan learn to make chop suey or Italian spaghetti yourself. They are not mysteries, but no one can learn them unless they are willing to take time and thought and pains. "The health and comfort of the fam ily depend largely on the wife’s knowledgt of cooking. If she does not know her business the matrimo nial venture will not be the success she might have made It." Answer Wanted. LEARNED professor at one of the large public schools was explaining to his class how the identity of a thing might remain, even with the loss of its parts. “Here,” he said, “is this pen knife. Now, suppose I lose this blade and replace it with a new one—you see it has two blades—is it still the same knife?” “Yes, yes!” cried the class. “And suppose,” he said, “I lose the second blade and replace it with a new one—is it still the same knife?” “Oh yes,” said the class. “Now,” said the professor, triumph antly, “suppose I lose the handle and have a new one made—is it stiH the same knife?” “Certainly!” roared the class. But here a youth arose—one of the clear-headed kind. “Professor,” said he, “suppose I should find those Lwo blades and that handle and put together again—what knife wouI& that be?” The professor’s answer is not record ed.