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For the Kiddies After School Give the kiddies Velva on bread, after school. They’ll love it, because it’s good, because it’s fUvory, because It satisfies the hun ger (or sweets that every child has- Besides, U will dc them good, because It's nutritious. Chocolate Taffy cupful Raj Vatu* Syrup, I cupful augar, W cupful milk, % cup ful butter, *4 lb. bitter chocolate, IV* teaapoon fule almond extract. Put Syrup into a pan, add chocolate, butter, milk and eugar; boil tteadily 20 minutee, etirring now and then. Add extract, pour into a buttered tin. Is that bettmr syrup with the RED LABEL —a clean, sanitary package that ought to he on every pantry shelf. It's fine for desserts and great for cake. It helps wonderfully on griddle cakes, waffles or hot biscuit In the green cans, too. If you prefer It. Both kinds 10 cents up. Send for the book of Velva recipes. Nothing to pay. PENICK & FORD, Ltd. New Orleans. U. H ELEN dusted out the bureau drawer she had just emptied, and carefully fitted in the fresh paper llnlnfr. Then she opened the door of her crowded closet, trying to decide how many hooks should be cleared off. To make room for a guest’s clothes in a crowded New York apartment is always a problem. And Alice was te ,rrlve that afternoon at 3:30. Helen had thought, of course, that Warren would meet her, but at breakfast he had curtly declared that he could not spare the time. "Why should any one meet her. he hail demanded. “Why can't she take a taxi i.nd come up herself ?” But Holer had protested that for the "looks of the thing" she would have to meet her, if he could not. Although Alice was Warren’s cousin, Helen knew that from the beginning she would have to assume the bur den of entertaining and looking after her. ,, . By 2 o'clock Helen s room, which was to be Mice’s while she stayed, was In perfect order. The muslin curtains hat just come from the laundry, there was a fresh counter pane on the bed, a fresh scarf on the bureau, and even the pincushion cover had been d me up and was run on with new ribbons. It was a dainty, restful room. Surely, after the hor rors and hardships of the Dayton liood Alice would appreciate it! The Clock Was Slow. By the time Helen started to dress to go to thi* station she was almost v >rn out. Then she found that the ock was ten minutes slow and how • hurry, which tired her more. She reached the station just three minutes after half-past. What if the train was already in and she should miss Alice, after all? “That 3:30 train from the West—-is it inn yet?” she asked, breathlessly, of a guard, “Forty-five minutes late.” pointing to the bulletin board. Forty-five minutes! To have to wait here for three-quarters of an hour! Resignedly she sank on one of the benches in the main waiting room. For a moment she closed her eyes wearily and listened to the murmur ous soundB of the great depot—tl* shuffling of many feet, a hum of voices and the hoarse shout of the announcer calling off suburban towns. A German woman with two chil dren, one in her arms and one cling ing to her skirts, took the seat next to Helen, while the man with her put down a shabby, bulging bundle and hurried off to get the tickets. Helen smiled down at the child, poorly clad and not over-clean, who was reaching for the. tassel of her umbrella. The man came back, said something in German as he took up the bundle and they all started off toward the gate. Helen looked after them, Wondering vaguely where they were going. Man With Foreign Labels. Another couple came up, a young woman in a smart gray tailored suit, a small traveling hat and a black- dotted face veil. Helen caught a whiff of violets as she sat down be side her. The man w r ith a brown derby and a brown spring overcoat put down a suitcase covered with foreign labels and hurried oi? to the same ticket window. “Got plenty of time,” he announced, coming back with his stick under his arm and the tickets in his hand. “Train's just made up. No chair car on.” It is a varying crowd that passes through any railroad stat* c r-f ;< large city, and Helen watched with interest the different typoa 01 travel ers. In the corner was a newsstand with the gayly colored magazines and re cent fiction attractively displayed. A glass case of chocolates was well pa tronized. The number of people who bough; chewing gum and candy be fore they took their train was aston ishing. All the penny-in-the-slot machines were doing a thriving busi ness. At length the minute hand of the station clock pointed to ten minutes after four -only five minutes more The “-15 min. late” on the bulletin board had not been changed, so evi dently there had been no further de lay. But it was ten minutes more be fore the tra n came in. As the announcer called. “Western Express arriving on track 22.” Helen hurried over to the gate. Anxiously she scanned the crowds as they surged through. It had been two years since she had seen Alice, and then only for one afternoon. Would she know her among all those people? “Isn't this Cousin Helen?” KODAKS^, ■ m w ^ T - w Eastman* First Class Finishing and En larging. A complete stock films, _ plates, papers, chemicals, etc. Special Mail Order Department for out-of-town customers. Send for Catalogue and Price List. A. K. HAWKES CO. \ 14 Whitehall St. Kodak Department ATLANTA. GA. LIGHT RUNNING Not sold under any other name. Buy direct and secure maker’s advantages. We rent and repair, also make needles for all ma chines. Can save you money and trouble. THE NEW HOME SEW- ING MACHINE CO. No, 44 Edgewood Avenue No. 10 Equitable Building, Helen turned quickly to greet the very pretty and very well-dressed young girl who had touched her arm Inquiringly. It was Helen who was somewhat disconcerted and confused Alice was wholly at ease. “Where Is Cousin Warren?" was almost her first question. "Why, he was very busy and couldn't come," Helen found herself apologizing. "Well, that wasn't nice of him, was It? 1 thought, of course, he'd be here Oh, yes,” turning to the porter who carried her suitcase and who now ap proached suggestively-. "You can just I put that down." Then as she glanced In her purse, “I haven't anything less than a dollar. Will vou give him a quarter. Cousin Helen?” Helen handed him a quarter, al though she would never have given a porter more than a dime for carry ing' a suitcase off the train. "Now we'd better see about your trunk," she suggested. "Oh, I'm so tired. Can’t Cousin Warren get that to-morrow? I’ve got enough things In here," nodding toward the suitcase, "for to-night." A Needless Trip, Helen hesitated. “That would mean a needless trip for him in the morn ing. I think we ought to see about it while W’e’re here.” “Then I ought to have kept the porter, that suitcase is so heavy to lug around.” It was heavy, but Alice calmly let Helen carry it. At the transfer desk Helen paid the 75 cents charge for the delivery of the trunk, while Alice 1 looked on without protest. Of course, she had intended to pay it, and would have insisted on doing j so, but somehow she felt a growing resentment that Alice should not even offer—that she should take everything so for granted. They made their way out of the Bta- j tion. Helen still carrying the suitcase and listening to Alice’s recital of how long and tiresome the trip had been. As She led the way over to take the | car at the corner, to her astonishment I Alice suggested quickly: "Why, hadn’t we better take a taxi with that suitcase? These cars look so crowded.” Helen felt her face flush, but »he answered firmly: “These cars take us even quicker than a taxi, and they go almost to the door." This was not quite true, but it would take more than the calm assur ance of Warren’s Dayton cousin to make Helen take a taxi. Suitcase vs. Purse. It was a pay-as-you-enter car and i Helen had an awkward time with the : suitcase while she tried to get the j money from her purse. Her flusn deepened at the frowning disapproval j of the other passengers, who knocked against or stumbled over the suitcase as they passed, “J thought we should have taken a taxi,” murmured Alice, plainly an- j noyed. To this remark Helen made no an swer. When they left the car Alice j still did not offer to help with the suitcase. And Helefi carried it to the door where the elevator boy ran for ward to take it from her. If she had expected Alice to com ment on the imposing building and more imposing entrance hall, she was disappointed, for Alice viewed it all I with calm indifference. Even when Helen shpwed her into the dainty bed room she had fixed up with such can Alice hardly glanced around. “Oh, It was the most tiresome trip,’ she complained again. “They couldn’t get me anything but an upjier berth and 1 didn't sleep at all. I think I'll take a bath and lie right down.” placing her dusty suitcase on Helen’s clean white counterpane as she un strapped it. “I’ve emptied these two drawers for you,” explained Helen, trying not to notice the suitcase, “and this side of the closet.” Spoiled and Selfish. When Helen drew down the blinds and left her, she went into Warren’s room to take off her own things. She had often heard that Alice was spoiled ! and selfish: that Aunt Emma had'hu mored and waited on her always. But surely a girl of 18 should be more ap preciative of w'hat Warren and she j were trying to do for her. Her whole attitude was rather that i 'she was conferring a favor upon them by her visit, instead of being indebted for this refuge from the distressful condition of her home at Dayton. “Oh. Cousin Helen!” Alice was call ing from the bath room. “Haven’t you any almond meal? 1 never use soap on my face.” Helen coldly Informed her that they had no almond meal. “Then I suppose this will have to do,” sniffling at the cake of toilet soap. “But my skin’s so delicate—I have to be SO careful what 1 use.” So this was what she would have to put up with, Helen told herself Indig nantly. And Warren—would he put up with it at all? Would he tolerate the attitude of this self-assured young woman—even if she were his cousin? Helen was filled with misgivings. Al ready she was beginning to wonder 'f they had not been very unwise in ac ceding to Aunt Kmma's request that Alice should visit them. The next <ew weeks were going to be very difficult ones, and Helen felt that her patience and hospitality would be sorely taxed. She had al ways tried to keep clear of any possi ble complications with any of War ren’s family, but now she feared that this visit might end in some unpleas antness that would cause a general family ill-feeling. To Remove Hair. ITOVV to permanently, not merely tem- “ porarily, remove a downy growth of disfiguring superfluous hair, is what many women wish to know. It is a pity hat it is not more generally known that pure powdered pheminol, obtainable from the druggist, may be used for this purpose. It is applied directly to the objectionable hair. The recommended treatment not only instantly removes the hair, leaving no trace, but is de signed also to kill the roots completely. I The natural allaclte of orange blossoms makes a capital greaseless face cream. It holds the powder perfectly, and the I natural «odor of this product is, of course, most delightful. Many of the smartest women are now using It ex clusively. because it does not encourage a growth of hair on the face. The annoying body odor, sometimes result ing from perspiration, can be instantly killed by the occasional application of I powdered (white) pergol. This picture, published by a German artist, is intended as a rebuke to frivolous women, who waste time and crave false excesses. The German artist wishes to impress upon women the foolishness of the companions they choose, and also to make them realize the debas ing effect of alcohol. The woman says to the monkey: “Poor little friend, you are lonely and need a companion of your own kind. Just wait until I drink two more glasses and I'll be a monkey like you.” There ARE some such women in the world, idle and dissipated, unfortunately. For one such woman there are one hundred such men. The wonder is that women are as good as they are, and that in the face of injustice and dull monot ony they maintain their character, and continue to be the moral teachers of the world. Do You Know-- The people of the Solomons (the Cannibal Islands) are rapidly de creasing in numbers. Dr. W. Thorold Quaife, medical officer in the islands, declares that the decrease in popula tion is due to the fact that tribal warfare has ceased and the natives no longer kill one another. This war fare used to keep the natives "fit” and energetic. Now they have be come lazy and inert, and the race is fast deteriorating, and seems likely to die out in course of time. Grass or hay placed in a pipe for a few days will cause it to smoke as sweetly as when it was new. A larger proportion of Russians wear beards than of any other nation in the world. Antwerp, one of the four largest ports in the world, is 53 miles from the sea. Memory, it lias been ascertained, is stronger in summer than in winter. The Alps contain at least 230 glaciers over five miles in length. Woman and Her Ways By DOROTHY DIX. W HAT qualities should a woman' have to make her the ideal wife? Hero's what a California preacher thinks is necessary: "Tile ideal woman for a wife,” he says, “should have the voice of Melba; the talent of Paderewski; the figure of Venus; the grace of a sylph; the vivacity of a coryphee; eyes like the soft glow of a moonlit eve; an alabaster complexion; the virtues of a nun; the charm of Cleopatra; the meekness of Moses; the patience of Job; the for bearance of Lazarus, the zeal of a Trojan; the constancy of Caesar's wife; the cai»abilities of a charwoman; the purse of Hetty Green, and hair of her own.” That's some order for a wife, isn't it, and if men waited to find such a paragon before committing matrimony the old bach crop would be a record breaker. Of course, as Mrs. Harris would say. “there ain't,no slch a person.” but if there were no man in the world would want her. As it is, there is no other earthly affliction worse than having to live with even a “superior woman," ami Heaven alone knows what the suf ferings would be of a poor man tied to a wife who was nothing but a bunch of perfections. Continuous Performance Barred. It s all very well and highly enjoy able to go to the opera and hear Melba warble occasionally, or to listen to Paderewski perform every two or three years, or to muse upon the fascinations of Cleopatra, or to rubber at some peach with an alabaster complexion as she passes you on the street. Likewise there are times when every man could wish on to Ms wife the meekness of Moses and tbe patience of Job, and the i silence of the tomb, but no man wants a continuous performance of any of these prize charms and virtues. There must be times when Mr. Melba feels that if Mrs Melba utters another squawk he will choke her, and when Mrs. Paderewski has to sit on her hands to keep from seizing an ax and split ting the palno into kindling wood, and it’s a matter of history that Cleopatra’s I various husbands were fascinated to death. Also there are times and sea sons when a man wants his wife to answer him back, and not sit up with | that patient, sanctified, forgiving air that makes him want to throw some thing in her direction. No. The one best bet is that if this preacher's ideal could be incarnated she would be an old maid. No man, in the first place, would have the courage to ask such a wonder creature to marry him. Nor would he want to. He would know that he would look like the great original human shrimp and pinhead by the aide of such a queen, and it would be far from him to Institute such a com parison. What Man Appreciates. Nor would the state of ecstatic ad- miration that he would always have to be in appeal to him. There are few things that get on a man's nerves quicker than to have to keep up a con tinuous performance of giving the glad hand to a woman, especially one who is a mere wife. On the contrary, the thing that makes a real hit with the muscullne persuasion is for tbe process to be reversed, and for women to lead the applause that celebrated their achievements. Hubby has a well developed affinity for the spotlight himself, and wifey gets Into it at her peril. The best loved- wives are not those who occupy the pedestal in their own homes, but those who are discreet enough to elevate husband to the throne, and who indus triously employ themselves by burning Incense before him. And that's perfectly natural and hu man. It is so muoh more soothing and agreeable to be admired than It is to be called on to admire that the attitude of the wife to the husband in this re flect makes an Infallible test of the state of their domestic felicity so plain that a blind person could read it. In those households where the. wife corrects her husband's grammar and manners, and sets him right in his po ll iical statements, you can see the shadow of divorce hovering in the back ground, whereas the woman who pre faces every statement with “John says'' presents a guarantee of connubial hap piness that couldn't be any stronger iT it was backed up by the affidavits of the entire community. Faults Real Charms. The truth of the matter is that, while a man may admire a woman for her perfections, he loves her for her faults, and when a husband lectures a wife on her weaknesses, and derides her for her follies, he doesn’t really want her changed. In reality he likes her faults because it makes him feel what a great big, superior creature he is to her. When a man berates his wife, for in stance. for her extravagance, and re counts the number and prices of the dresses and hats she has had a season think not that he wants her to reform and to buy only the cheap, serviceable garments that she really needs. Ninety- nine times out of a hundred he doesn’t want her to spend a penny leas, or have a single less drees and hat. His lecture is only hla way of bragging about how well he dresses his wife, and what luxuries he Indulges her ir. Nor would the man who ridicules his wife because she can’t keep her ac counts straight, and gets cheated by tradesmen and taken in by beggars, have her changed. It’s her incompe tence that appeals to his tenderness, her softness of heart that he finds ador able. The Secret Is Out. Thut » the reasun that the little fluffy headed kitten of a woman, who can’t put two and two together, can marry all around the sane, sensible, practical man, who never makes mistakes, or has to be scolded or petted. There’s nothing In the perfect woman that fires the masculine fancy. That's the reason why the women who are really fitted to make the best wives never get a chance to do it. Just what qualities make, a woman an ideal wife depends upon the taste of the individual man. but, generally speaking, if a woman doesn’t nag. if she is jolly and companionable, and willing to give her liuaband a butler’s privilege of a night off now and then, she may have a face homely enough to stop the clock, a figure like a feather bed, make biscuits like armor plate, and never make her allowance come out even, and her husband will still go about bragging that he drew the capital prize In the matrimonial lottery. Something Missing. TT E was a dear old professor, vary * A learned and very absent-minded. And the latter trait of his was constant ly getting him Into hot water. This did not worry him so much as the one fact that he could never find his clothes in the morning on getting up, having com pletely forgotten where he had laid them. One memorable day, however, a bril liant inspiration came to nlm. He would devise a clothes plan. Ho dki and it ran something like this; * “Coat on third peg left-hand coiner of room, waistcoat and trousers on chair by bed, collar on door handle, tie through key of door, vest on floor by window, cults on bedstead knobs, shfre on portmanteau, socks on gas bracket, boots outside door, profeasor in bed.” This worked splendidly, and next morning the dear old thing collected his wardrobe with lightning rapidity, until he came to the last item on his list. He rushed to the bed, but it was empty. Running his hand through his scanty gray locks, he exclaimed, in deep de spair: “There! Now the professor is lost. I’m much afraid, after all, this plan is no good!” Up-to-Date Jokes It keeps the woman pretty busy say ing “Don’t” to the children, and re marking to each other: “Now, isn’t that just like a man?” * * * “I earn all I get” is the expression one most often hears from a married woman. * * * The trouble is that after a woman is married she begins to confuse the role of guardian angel with that of de tective. * • • When a young woman spends money freely, two choruses go up: One in 1 the voices of young women, "How generous!’’ and one in the voices of old women, “How foolish!” * * * No woman can manage a pathetic look when her hat is on crooked. * * • When a woman has an undesirable guest she can take her medicine with a more pleased expression than any body else on earth. * * * The trouble is that no one ever tells a woman the truth about her husband, and sne thinks he can t speak it. Every ./oman spoils her sons, and be lieves her husband w’ould have been a better man if his mother hadn’t spoiled him. * * '# Compliment a girl in her mother's pres ence. and her mother will say: “Yes, she is a good girl; I have tried to teach her all I know.” * * * When a woman goes shopping, she has a list of what sne wants some where about her person, and can nev er find it. « • * The women have a doubtful way of paying another woman a compliment. “She is attractive,” they will say, “from a man’s point of view ” * * * It is a rare w’ife who does not try to show her authority over her husband when other women are present. * * * Nothing pleases a woman quite so well as to look so sweet some man wants to kiss her, and then abuse him for his impudence. A woman does not want much in the world, but she wants that on cut glass with an engraved card tied to it. They were sitting side by side on the sofa when the young author said: “Yes, I have a new volume in the press.” “How I envy that volume,” said the roguish girl, blushing. When he saw the point they were both very happy. Magistrate (to prisoner arrested for assault)- You admit, then, that you pulled your landlord’s nose? Prisoner—Yes. "Don’t you know that you had no right to do that?” “No, sir; If I had no right to pull his nose he would have had it put down in the lease.” "How is it that you are Always In debt- You should be ashamed of your self.” “Come, don’t be too hard on a fellow. You would be in debt if you were In my place.” “What place?” “Able to get credit.” First Critic—Soberly has certainly written a pathetic story. Second Critic Yes, he ought to give away a handkerchief with each copy. MARRIED LIFE the Third Year A German Idea of a Woman What Qualities Should a Woman Have Helen Finds That Warren’s Cousin Does Not Appreciate Their Hospitality By MABEL HERBERT URNER. There Are Fewer Things That Gets on a Man’s Nerves Quicker Than to Have to Keep Up a Continuous Perform ance of Giving the Glad Hand to a Woman.