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Wed Should Know
dons 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 root 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 hills
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!
The Manicure
Lady
SPRINGTIME
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
Cbpyright, 1913, by Journal-Amer-
ioan- Examiner.
By Nell Brinkley
Up-to-Date
Jokes
FIRST:’■--Learn to Cook
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This is the first of a series of articles prepared bv Mar
garet Hubbard Ayer, who has been commissioned by The Geor- l
gian to discuss the problems of newly married people with
experts in various departments of household economy.
By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER.
over food tasty and who never wastes
anything.
“It la the bride’s business insiat
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 so many different dishes per
haps. T
“The smaller the income the more
intelligence it takes on the part of
the bride to manage her share of the
domestic partnership, and the more
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 cooMng
lessons unless a very wise mother has
taught her already. Unfortunately,
such mothers are rare nowadays. If
she already knows how to eobk'Ordi
narily well, she ought to go'bn 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 meal
properly balanced in food values and
dainty service. f
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 light 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 lurk.
"Don’t be satisfied if you can do
plain home cooking. The man of to
day, and his wife ami children, too,
have acquired a taste for foreign
dishes, and that is what the restau
rants thrive on. You can .learn to
make chop suey or Italian spaghetti
yourself. . They ere not mysteries, hut
no one can learn them unless thev
are willing to take time and thought
and pains. ^
“The health and comfort of the fam
ily depend largely on the wife’s
knowledge 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.
A 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 thl3 pen
knife. Now, suppose I lose this bl3.de
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
oner—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 now one made—is it still 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 two
blades and that handle and put them
together again—what knife would that
be?”
The professor’s answer is not recordr
ed.
HT HE COOK—Ol’m sorry, mum, b.ut
* 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 done?
The Cook—Nawthin’, mum; but your
foolish husband got shaved in a non
union barber shop th’ day before yis-
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 EaRI\ to cook, as a matter of
honesty, if for no oth^r rea
son.
According to Miss Wilhclmlna
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 Olpment has been 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 why
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, anrf 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 plhee where the
hearth fire burns for you and yours
alone, even If the hearth fire is a gas
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 hot know her busi
ness unless she knows how 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 about cooking she can not direct
her 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
fact that it is a3 Important to com
bine’ food properly for the adult as It
Is for the baby.
"Men who arc well fed, properly
nourished, are less Inclined to drink.
It’s poor cooking as much as anything
that sends men to the saloons.
"No womaji need think that she is
too Intellectual to bottler with cook
ing. Cooking is a science as well as
an art. and ond 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 usa
up every scrap- of left-over material.
And let me tell you that it is the
clever cook alone who can make left-
THE SUN AND THE BOY
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
U\/OU must be a wonderful, wonderful vfJun,”
] 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; 1
Do you think I’ll be bigger’than you when I grow?”
Said the Little Blind Boy to the f$un.
“You must be a beautiful, beautiful child,”
said the Sun through its cfaz^ling 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 inv; >
Perhaps we’ll be peers after billions of years,”
Said the Sun to the Little Blind Boy.
I T’S springtime in Atlanta. Out
of the back-swung door pf
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-
Are You Happy? If Not, Why Not?
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX Fells How to Gain Joys of Life
By ELLA WHEELF.R WILCOX.
Copyright. 1S13, by Star Publishing Co.
Y OU men and women who read
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), 4t 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 years.
Have you made your husband feel
that you sympathized with him in the
difficulties that he has encountered 1n
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 temporary 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 you than
aJl the honors the world could offer you
• would be without !\er?
Or have you left her to guess this to
be the fact, that -while you plunged
deeper and deeper into business and
rarely spQk’e to h*er unless it was to find
fault andYcomplafn of small delihquen-
cles, with no w r ord of praise for great
virtues’?
Answer these questions silently to
yourself and then ask yourself what
makes life worth living.
Is it not, first of all, a peaceful, love-
warmed home companionship with dear
ones, and the giving and receiving of
sVmple 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 a novel without
wondering if she isn’t a good bit like
the heroine.
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 girl 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.
\17HENEVER I get an umbrella,”
said the prudent person, “I 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!—Khe was my mamma’s
L’r.'it t aunt. I never heard much about
her, but guess she was a school teacher.
Little Visitor—Why?
Little Hostess—See how her.eyes fol
low us about?. ,,, ,
, eOKGE.” said the Manicure
Lady, "I ain’t felt so romantic
» as i have this forenoon for a
1 e t| m e. I don’t suppose barbers ever
l°el9 very tender like and pensive ex-
L w hen some Joe with a hard beard
^ts shaved twice over*’"and gives them
dp. But it Is different with me,
eorg>’ You wouldn’t believe It, would
ou if I told you I can hear robblns
llilstling for rain and doves cooing for
, e ir mates even if I am sitting at a
arlcure table right down here In tha
rt 0 f the Tenderloin. The way I feel
'is morning there is a golden haze
round the sun and purple edges to all
ncm clouds that floats fleecy-like over-
ead.”
••What’s all this about?” the head bar-
, er wanted to know. "It must be ro-
ance or hop. I never heard you get
shy before. You look klnda pale, too,
lddo. You had better try going to
ad early and gittlng up early for a
cek, and eat plenty of celery to keep
our nerves good.”
"Well, George, I might as well tell
■ou that 1 do feel kinder romantic this
•orenoon, the first time since that fel
low’over In Decatur proposed to me and
mattered love's dream by copping one
,f Sister Marne's rings oft from the
resser and never returning to our hum-
,1, abode. That was years ago, George,
nd Just as the scar was healing over,
here I go and get sentimental again."
Who Is it this time?” asked the Head
[Barber.
[in Love With a Book.
It ain’t no fellow,” answered the
Manicure Lady. “It’s a book that I
reading last night. Brother Wilfred
as reading it down at the Carnegie
Jbrary and when nobody was looking
stuck it under his coat and mooched
dome with it. It was worth the risk,
eorge. It’s one of the grandest books
have ever saw. The name of it is
'Famous Loves of History.’ It tells all
.bout Napoleon and Josephine and about
young fellow named Paris that fell in
|love with a girl named Helen that used
o live in Troy, N. Y., and it tells about
Anthony and Cleopatra and how Mr. An
tony lost the Roman Umpire by staying
lln Egypt so long that his wife had to
»o to Reno or some place like that to
|get a divorce.”
'I never was much on those ro
mances,” said the Head Barber. “The
|way butter and eggs is selling now, it
akes all the mental ’rithmetic to keep
blary and the children. When you got
fto live four flights up without qo ele
ctor and’git most of your eatables at
delicatessen store, love’s young dream
|giis kinda frazzled around the edges.”
"But Just the same,” insisted the
Manicure Lady, “I think that a girl or
la gent can forgit their surroundings
fwhen they set down with the book like
'that ‘Famous Loves’ book. Gee, George,
when I was reading about that brave
young Perris stealing a King’s wife away
and taking her up-State to Troy, it
made me wish that some fellow would
come down from the Blue Ridge and
jkldnap me away from my father’s roof.
Of course it would hurt the old gent a
lot, because with my earning capacity,
[I am the only pillar up home on which
|they lean on. The old gent wouldn’t
care if somebody came along and kid
naped Brother Wilfred, because the
poor boy is as far from a job as he has
ever been in all his bright young ca
reer. It was only last night he nicked
father's bank roll for a case note, the
last one he will get for some time, as !
jthe old gent has sworn off getting mel- ,
"I don’t see anything very romantic ;
[about stealing the King’s wife or any
other man’s wife,” said the head barber.
Wanted to Be “Stole.”
"Don’t you?” sold the Manicure Lady.
"Gee, 1 think It must have bfeen simply
grand to have lived in them days and
to have been stole by some guy with a
little nerve like that Paris fellow. And
.the book told, atyout Romeo and Juliet.
“I was thinking, George, that if 1
jcoukl have a handsome young fellow like
(Romeo put a ladder up against our front
porch and whisper words of love to me
I would accept his proposal of marriage
and beat down the ladder with him
quick before the porch broke.
“Napoleon and Josephine had an
awful sweet love, so the book says. The
story tells how much that great general
loved his queen ar.d how much she
loved him until things commenced
breaking bad for him and he lost out
in that awful retreat from Waterloo and
the battle of Bunker Hill, or whatever
was the name of that fight he lost to
Duke Wellington and his German sol
diers. There ain’t no love like that no
more, George. When a young fellow
wants to get married nowadays he
starts saving up until he has money
rnough to buy a house and lot in West
End and when he proposes and gets
turned down he takes the money and
oses it playing poker. There ain’t even
such love as our fathers and mothers
used to have.
“Every j?nce and a while when the
old gent comes home from lodge with
Tis feet well apart and a klnda balmy
look on his map I can hear him remind
ing mother of how they used to walk
dong them lilac-bordered lanes, plight-
ng their troth over and over again.
■Jobody plights no troths nowadays.
Reorge, until the young girl’s folks has
?ot a report on the young gent from
Duns and Bradstreets.
“The more I think about them beau
tiful old romances which can never be
tio more, the more I wisht I had lived
then instead of now.”
“If you’re going to keep on harping
the way you started out this morning.”
"Aid the Head Barber, “it wouldn’t hurt
tny feelings if you had lived then in
stead of now, just so I didn’t have to
ive then, too, and be in the same shop
with you. Here comes the nervous ctis-
•omer that never likes to hear women
T alk. Humor him, l Kid, humor him.”
Daysey Mayme
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By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
W HEN Lysander John Appleton
was a young man, and unat
tached, he found life very gay.
He was invited to all the parties,
and he took every new girl who came
to his town out to look at the moon.
He was 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 to 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
ot 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 merrilv, stopping between tunes
to tell his wife he would be gone all
night. _ \ , ,
“Gone all 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 wus wildly excited over the
welcome change that was coming into
the monotony of his life as a married
man. , ....
Then, as he-started out the door
with the step and bearing of a man
half his years, he told his wife where,
he w.as going. ..... . , *
True it was an invitation to sit up
with the 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—I don’t mind the influenza
itself so much—it’s the after effects
I’m afraid of.
Kmers—The after effects is what
ails me. I’m still dodging the doctor