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ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN
Balm for Aching Hearts
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
TRY THE SAME THING.
D EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I have been keeping company
with a young man for two or
three van. He writes to me oc-
sionally, and sometime* he does
not write for three week*. Should
I wail the same length of time
baf.^re answering his letters or
should T answer in a few days?
I Jove this young man and do
not wish to let him know it by
answering too «oon.
BROWN EYES
Never answer his letters sooner
than he replies to yours, and I think
it would be a good plan if you occa
sionally wait longer.
HIS WIFE
P)EAR MISS FAIRFAX.
In a conversation with a mar
ried lady the following question
arose. If bis mother and ids wife
were drowning and It was impossi
ble to save both, which should ho
save? In other words, to whom does
he owe most?
PROSPECTIVE BRIDEGROOM.
He owes his life to his mother, but
when he married he vowed to cling
to the woman who became his wife
“above all others.”
HE SHOULD PR0P08E.
I") EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
Should a gentleman have an
engagement ring when he proposes
to a young lady, or in it proper to
give her a ring after she has accept
ed him?
Would it he considered proper for
a young man, making $80 per month,
to propone marriage to a young lady,
asking her to wait until he is mak
ing $100. as he considers that the
proper amount t marry on, living
in a city?
The young lady .n question comes
from a moderately woalthy family,
bnt hasn’t an extravagant disposi
tion. The young man feels that it
would be unwise to put off r opos-#
Ing. as sho has no dsflnt*' .owl-
edge of his intentions, s’ she
may suspect them. 18.
He should propo' .* course,
To be ready with ♦ gement ring
takes too much f anv«d.
It is proper him to propose, of
course, sta* .rankly his Income and
future pr< jts. The rest should be
left to her decision.
WHERE SHOPPING COMES EASY By Beatrice Fairfax
ACCEPT NO MAN.
T")EAR MISS FAIRFAX
I am fifteen and deeply in love
with two young men, one five
years my senior and the other
seven years my senior. Both
think there Is nothing like me.
There was a young man from an
other place Who name to see me
some time ago. He proposed to
m». but I didn't accept, as mother
likes the "tjier ones a little hot
ter. I don’t know whether to
accept or not, as I do not love
him very much and would like
you to give m* some advice.
BELLE.
A girl of fifteen is too young to be
courted I am surprised that your i
mother permits It. You must re- !
fuse all three, and permit yourself to I
be a care-free girl at least five years
longer
NOTHING WHATEVER
rtBAR MISS FAIRFAX
L-e I am deeply In love with a girl
one year my Junior. Hhe is 22.
She loves me. I know, but she
Insists on flirting with a young
man In the name town. Do you
think me right in objecting?
Would you quit going with her?
What do you think she means?
COLE M
She li not engaged to you, and has
given you no sort of promise. That
leaves you without the right to ob
ject.
I am sure she mean* nothing what
ever by her flirtations except to
gratify a girl's idea of what con
stitute* n good time
SHE IS NOT SINCERE
I")EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
What Is your opinion of a girl
who shown her love letters to all
her friends? Would you continue
correspondence with her? A. B
The girl is not In love or she
wouldn't do it. Discontinue writ
ing. and tell her the reason It will
do her good to know that such conduct
Is disloyal.
* A Bachelor’s Dial
ry *
By MAX.
M ARCH 38.—“You telegraphed
you were taking a different
route,” I managed to stammer
into the phone after I had recovered
from my surprise in hearing the wid
ow'* voice.
“Rut T found at the last moment,"
ehe said with a laugh, "that I couldn’t,
*o here T am, all alone, and I will be
here two hours. Did you say you
would come right down to the sta
tion?”
Would I com*? 1 had called to
Tompkins to bring my hat amd coat
before I had hung up the receiver, and
was out the door in a rush, feeling
like a boy who And* himself alone in
the house and the preserve closet un
locked.
Ran to Catch a Car.
1 rushed down the front steps,
leached tlfr gate in a bound, and ran
♦ o the corner to catch a car.
It seemed unusually long in com
ing. but at last 1 caught the glow of
ihe headlight away down the line.
younger, but of late year* my memory
isn’t good enough.
“I—well, the truth la- " I stam
mered.
"The truth is,” she said with a
laugh, “you were going to meet the
widow. Well, get in. Pome, Jack,” to
her husband, "we will also go to mee'
the widow.”
There was a hurried direction given
tho chauffeur and we were off for the
station.
I 1 do not recall my sensations on
I that ride I was disappointed, re
lieved. glad, aorry, chagrined, trium-
! phant—one sensation succeeding the
other in such rapid confusion that 1
never knew which predominated.
Mrs. Spencer was talking, but we
were noaring the station before I
realieed what she was saying. Then
1 heard only here and there a, sen
tence.for my mind was leaping forward
to the meeting with the widow. Would
j she be disappointed when she saw
that I was attended by my friends? I
had told her once I thought her
charming I should never enter her
presence unless guarded by policemen
instructed to drag me away if I let
her charms overcome me. Would she
think these two friends my officially
appointed bluecoats?
1 was so absorbed in my thoughts 1 j Would she give me that taunting
did not notice that a big Umou*in- J little smile which said. "You’re afraid.
had Mopped close beside me. or that a
man had alighted, until he grasped me
by the arm.
It wap Jack Spencer.
“Just getting home.” he explained,
“and we were turning in tho drive
when my wife caught sight of you.”
"Max” she called from the car.
“come here and explain where you
are fc.oing.”
] had only one thought as I walked
to the doot of the machine, and that
waa a regret that I had never learned
how to lie glibly. 1 never tell a lie
you’re afraid?"
Of only one thing 1 was sure, and
that was that her manner of greeting
my friends would conceal so much it
would be perfect. The widow. I
thought, not without some pride in
her. would be a match for Mrs. Spen
cer. and that is saying a good deal.
"You haven’t heard a word I have
said, Max,” said Mrs. .Spencer, half
amused and half provoked.
I insisted that T had.
“Well,” she replied, "she is coming
next week.”
"Who is coming next week?" I
asked, not that I was at all inter-
I am not posing as a good man, but 11 ,,
have found that a lie carries so many , , e V e * slie “1 knew you
complications in its trail it is easier heard what I said. Well. Just
to tell the truth and be done with it. * or 1 won’t tell you again. I’ll
No doubt 1 told many when 1 was t®" V° u Just this much, and that is
she thinks you are still in the South
or she would not come.”
The widow, 1 was thinking, would
probably be dressod in brown. She
looked particularly handsome in that
color, and wore it a great deal—per
haps a brown traveling suit, with a
brown hat with a feather just the
color of her eyes.
"She particularly said.” Mrs. Spen
cer resumed, “she did not want to see
you. She can’t forget. She is one
woman. Max. who isn’t interested in
your money.’’
It was too late to take the widow-
out to dinner; perhaps we could go to
some private little dining room in a
nearby hotel and have a little lunch
and something to drink. I was glad. I
was thinking, that Mrs. .Tack had on
an evening gown. Mrs. Jack always
I looked handsome, but I had a special
desire that she impress the widow this
evening I didn't want the widow, who
was always perfectly attired, to ge:
any notion that my friends were
frump*.
( J My thoughts ran so intently on tho
— - — —is-r— — meeting of these two women that I
paid little heed to what Mrs. Spencer
was saying, and had not learned, when
we reached the station and were
pushing our way through the crowds,
who that most unusual woman was
who was not interested in my money.
There flashed through my mind the
story of the farmer who saw- his first
camel and who said, “There hain’t no
such thing.'
-hed the door of the la
room, my hand in Mrs.
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THE MANICURE LADY
She Goes to the Circus
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
SEE that President Wilson went
to the opening game at Washing
ton, between the Yankees and
the Washington team.’’ said the Head
Barber ’ “I suppose he thinks that he
ought to imitate Taft that much, after
showing him up so last election. The
papers had a whole lot about him,
how he pulled his brown Fedora down
over his eyes and watched the game
like a hawk from beginning to end. I
suppose he was picking out the ball
players that makes over $5,000 a year,
so he could put the bee on them for
that income tax of his."
"It must he just grand to be a
President, and go out to the ball game
in an auto and sit in a box where
everbody can get a slant at you,”
said the Manicure Ieady. “Goodness
knows. George, if you and me was to
go to a ball game they wouldn’t notice
what I was wearing and they wouldn’t
know whether you had on a brown
Fedora or a hold over.
Speaking About Ball Games.
‘But speaking about ball games and
other forms of amusement,” continued
the Manicure Lady, "me and sister
Mayme and Wilfred all went last
night to see the circus that used to be
gave by Mis er Barnum and Mister
Bailey. They aint with the show any
more, because it is long after their
time, but it was simply grand,
George.
“A friend of Wilfred's gave us some
swell seats and there we sat, thinking
about the days when we were little
kids when there was only one ring
inside the big tent and two clowns
instead of twenty.
* “They had some wonderful features,
though, even if it wasn't the same as
in the old days. If you haven't been
to see it, George. H would pay you to
go just to see all them freaks they
have.
“Honest to goodness. I never knew
there was so many freak* in the
world, outside of the ones that blows
in here sometimes to have their nails
did. Wilfred was saying that he
didn’t care, after looking at them,
whether he had a job or not. He said
that it was enough to make a man
thankful to know that he had his
health and a fine personality.
“The poor boy has always thought
that he had a fine personality 0Vfr
1snce one of them palmists told him
that he was cut out to be a travel-
ing man for a big concern.
,f How was Wilfred’s conduct ?•* asked
the Head Barber. “You know v,,
were telling me that he was hitting
it up pretty hard after getting his
last bunch of poems back from the
magazine editor.”
“He wasn’t exactly right." admitted
the Manicure Lady. “When Mr Pel-
lows came up and sat in our box to
visit for a little while, me and
Mayme was kind of hoping he would
stay, because he seemed like a nico
kind of a gent I know he would hav»
stayed, only Wilfred began spouting
some poetry that he waa making up as
he went along.
“The poor boy can’t writ* nothin*
good if it takes him all night, so y 0u
can imagine the kind of Junk he would
make up a* he went along. This t«
I about how the Btuff Bounded that h«
waa handing out to Mr. Fellows:
“ ‘The circuaes of ancient Rome
Were not so grand as this;
I*m glad I came all the way from torn*
To enjoy this night of bliss
My breast with gratitude does swell
Just like a blacksmith's bellow*
I thank you more than I can tell
For this here show, Mr. Fellows.***
"I suppose Fellows left the box aft*
that,” said the Head. Barber.
Must Take the Pledge.
"He had a right to, and he had t
right to ask us to leave, too, becau„
I guees he must have seen by that time
that dearest brother waa feeling his osts
and you can bet. George, that I aint
never going to a circus or anything els,
with Wilfred until he takes the pledge
Why, he even Jumped into the ring It
the middle of the show and tried to
throw one of them Iceland wrestlers
He got thrown out on his ear, first by
the wrestler and then by the usher, end
met me and Mayme outside after tht
show.”
“It's to bad you didn't have your fa
ther along," suggested the Head Bar
ber.
"Not by any means." said the Mani
cure Lady. “That would only have
added to the horrors of the occasion."
THE CRY OF YOUTH
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
HOW MUCH EASIER IT IS TO CHOOSE A HUSBAND."
T HE customer is weary. That the
salesgirl is also weary is some
thing beyond her comprehension.
The customer is also impatient, but the
salesgirl is not. Patience for her has a
pecuniary value, and its equivalent is
bread and butter.
Gown after gown has been taken from
the racks and draped on the dummy
models, and tied on those of flesh and
blood. Bolt upon bolt of goods has been
taken from the shelves and spread cut
in a way to give life and color to every
thread.
At last, wearied by the multiplicity
of choice and her own indecision, the
customer sinks into a chair. The sales
girl. who has never been tired by multi
plicity of choice, and knows not the
luxury of indecision, remains standing.
How mufch easier." says the cus
tomer. “it is to choose a husband!”
For she knew, as every woman knows,
that that is where shopping comes
easy.
That is a stock line.
There is no bewildering variety ot
Color, style or texture; no changing
of fashions with confusing rapidity; no
vexing doubt If the purchase will prove
becoming, .and, alas for feminine folly,
no question if tfie purchase will stand
the test of wear and time!
Wearing rose-colored glasses that hide
all imperfections of wool and color, a
girl enters this shop while very young,
and proceeds to make a selection. She
has so little judgment that her mother
wouldn't trust her with the purchase
of a muslin dress that is to last one
season, yet she permits her to enter
alone and unguided a shop) where she
will make a purchase that must last
a lifetime.
When she returns home with a new
gown her mother examines it for im
perfections, noting quickly if it is worth
the price, and if not, the girl must take
it back.
But if the girl shops for a husband,
that is of 90 little importance she shops
unattended. And when she makes a
poor selection her family meekly abides
i by her bargain.
Her mother is often a poor guide in
the matrimonial market, and her father
shirks the task, regarding his business
affairs as of more importance.
“That is your province," he says to
his wife, arid she hid-es weakly behind
that sentiment called “mother love."
and which is manifested in letting
daughter have a dynamite bomb to play
with if that is daughter’s choice.
“She loves him,” she will say when
daughter brings home her matrimonial
purchase, "and we must let daughter
have what she wants.”
And daughter has It, and time has
a way of its own in working on those
who buy matrimonially that is unlike
the way it marks off the days and
months and years on those who make
less vital purchases.
The gown shrinks in the wash and
fades, and breaks into hole9 and is dis
carded.
In the matrimonial shop it is not
the purchase that shows the marks of
wear and time; it is the one who buys.
The husband may look just as dap
per as the day he was taken from the
counter, but the poor little customer
who carried him off is faded and worn,
and begins .to look like a last year's
gown that was a bad bargain to begin
with, and that proved worse with very
day’s wear.
She looks spiritually and mentally out
at elbows and down at heels, and the
brightness of youthful coloring that once
made her a joy has become premature
ly faded. She purchased on the im
pulse. She must wear to the day of her
death! She must carry to the end of
time a burden on her heart that was
never at the beginning any more than a
moth-eaten sentiment.
“How much easier." says the im
patient customer, surrounded by silks
and wools and muslins, “it is to choose
a husband.”
And this choosing of a husband is
something which mothers and fathers
and all guardians of the young must
make more of a responsibility—and less
of a whim or caprice.
Snap Shots
By LILLIAN AAUFERTY.
Man is the only animal that lau&A*.
drinks when he is not thirsty, and
makes love at all seasons of the year
—Voltaire.
Who misses or who w ins the prize,
Go, lose or conquer as you can;
But if you fail or if you ris»>.
Be each, pray God, a gentleman
—Selected.
MAIDEN MUSINGS.
We girls have memories enough *0
we could all write memoirs! Why,
we remember every compliment any
one ever paid us—and as for the dis
agreeable things that arc said to ui§,
we certainly never forget them!
A chap who is so conservative that
he can’t change his opinion in public
may not be so modest that he will
refuse to embrace opportunity in pri
vate.
Love certainly makes Time pass
but Time can make Love pass, too!
STRAY NEWS NOTES.
A Cleveland contemporary printed
recently a striking little melodrama
in five acts. We reproduce it lu re for
our readers
Act 1.
"Fill 'em up again. -McGinnis’.'*
Act 2.
"FillemupagainM*-Ginnis! ’
Act 3.
"FillupGinnis!"
Act 4.
"FilHnis!”
Act 5.
“Finis.”
LOVE’S SUPREMACY
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
Copyright, 1913, by American-Journal-Examiner.
A i yon great Sun in his supreme
condition
Absorbs* all small worlds and
makes them his own.
So does my love absorb each vain
ambition, *
Each outside purpose which my life
has known.
Stars cannot shine so near that orb’s
splendor,
They are content to feed his flames
of fire;
And so my heart s satisfied to
render
Its strength, ite all to meet thy
strong desire.
As in a forest when dead leaves are
falling
From all save some perennial green
tree,
So one by one I find all pleasures
palling
That are not linked with or en
joyed by thee.
And all the homage that the world
may proffer
l take as perfumed oils or Incense
i*ne thing more to
lou , at toy dear j
T love myself because thou art my
lover.
My name seems dear since uttered
by thy voice;
Yet Argus-eyed 1 watch and would
discover
Each blemish in the object of thy
choice,
I coldly sit in judgment on each er
ror,
To my soul’s gaze I hold each fault
of me.
Until my pride is lost in abject ter
ror,
Lest I become inadequate to thee.
Like some swift rushing and sea
seeking river.
Which gathers force the farther on
it goes,
So does the current of my love
forever
Find aeded strength and beauty as
it flows.
The more I gi v e. the more remains
forgiven,
The more received, the more re
mains to win,
Ah! only in eternities of living,
Will life be long enough to lov
thee in.
Real Jokes
FROM EVERYWHERE.
‘She was too conscientious for m*.
One day I proposed marriage to her, and
what do you think she did? She took all
that L said down in shorthand and
brought it, nicely typewritten for me to
sign.”
Blinkers—Hallo. Winkers! I hear you
married a woman with an independent
fortune.
Winkers (sadly)—N-no; l married
fortune with an independent woman.
Lady (to exhausted furniture re
movers)—Here's a dime for you and
your friend each to get a glass of beer
with.
Exhausted Furniture Remover—A
glass of beer? Hove us, lady, a glass
of beer ain’t no more to us than a snow
flake on a red-hot .stove!
A farmer saw’ a recipe advertised for
keeping wells and cisterns from freezing
in Winter Having sent a dozen stamps
he received the following:
“Tnke in your well or cistern at night
and stand it in front of the fire."
First Young Attorneyr-AUow me to
congratulate you. I saw ybu this morn
ing hurrying along to the County Court
with a brief in your hand. So your first
client has come?*’
Second Ditto (with a look of satisfac
tion)—Yes, my tailor has taken out a
summons against me!”
Bobby: “My sisier will be down in a
few minutes, Mr. Softly. She's upstairs
rehearsing."
Mr. Softly (who has come prepared):
“W-what is she rehearsing. Bobby?”
Bobby: “T don’t know exactly, but
she'* standing in front of the mirror and
blushing and saying. ‘Oh, Mr. Softly—er
—this is so sudden!’ ” »y.
NXIOU6” writs* “I am aj
girl of eighteen years, and as
yet have had no admirers
among the boys. I am anxious to
have some boy care for me and take
me about. There are a great many
affairs I mis? on this account.”
“Anxious" evidently did not read a
letter from one of my girl* a week
ago. in which she said:
"I find so much anxiety In loving,
so much depression, so much fear,
that many, many times I wish I had
never grown up and were away back
there playing with my dolls. They,
at least, never caused any heart
aches."
Here is a little miss of eighteen
who wants the heart aches to begin.
Free to do as she pleases, with no
tyrannical lover troubling her heart
with his moods and his whims, she
chafes at her freedom. She wants a
taste of that bitter cup of love which
the glri who wrote the other letter
wishes had never been pressed to her
Ups.
A Common Cry.
It is the universal cry of woman
kind. We may know love at 1te real
worth, or attire it in a value that Is
fictitious; we may paint it as cruel
or hideous—but we want it!
“Anxious” is only eighteen, and
when girls are only eighteen it is
natural for them to seem very, very
old. Eighteen and no lover in sight
seems hopeless, so hopeless that in
stead of going on in her sweet, merry
way, taking no thought for to-mor
row knowing that in due time a
lover will wait at some turn in the
road, she wants to beat the bushes!
That is the modern way, and it is a
way that robs love of all its sweet-
Do You Know—
T HE gossip party is the latest so
cial craze. The hostess writes
a dozen or more topics of con
versation on cards, which are handed
to guests upon their arrival. The
subjects chosen are usually up-to
date and piquant. Chairs arranged in
pairs and sofas scattered about the
room are numbered. These are* drawn
for. and each couple drawing corre
sponding numbers hunt up the seat*.
A bell is rung to announce each topic
of conversation, for which five min
utes is allowed. At each change of
places the next subject of gossip is
scattered about. At the end slips of
paper and pencils are then distrib
uted, and the women vote for the men
whose gossip has most interested
them and the men vote for the wom
en.
The sunflower is a valuable plant.
Its seeds make fine food for live
stock, its oil is equal to the best lin
seed oil, and its stalks are as good as
coal for producing heat.
The longest straight piece of rail
way line in the world is from Nyngan
to Bourke, in New South Wales. This
railway runs 136 miles on a level in a
perfectly straight line.
ness. It is a way of forcing c.
and love that ,is forced stands as i
little chance in the storms of life as I
a plant of hothouse growth.
“Anxious” exaggerates her plight.
She complains that she has no boy to |
take her about, forgetting that there j
are no places these days where a girl :
can not go with pome other girl, and ?
have s more independent and hap
pier time. Lectures, concerts, thea
ters, moving pictures, all arc avail
able for a girl, with no proviso that
she must be escorted by a man If
one were. I hope for her happinew
and safety that she has a father or a
brother who cares enough for her to
Substitute for the lover who is some
where on the way.
If “Anxious” is one of the great and
growing army of girls who are self-
supporting she is free to enjoy tha
greatest treat youthful independence
knows—that of escorting her mother
An occasional concert or lecture
brings a joy to mother all the greater
because It has been such a rarity,
and giving her pleasure is a fine way
for making time less tedious while
awaiting the coming of a lover
And when he comes the evenings
she has spent with her mother will
have, unconsciously, given her wis
dom and discrimination. She will not
rush as blindly to his arm? as if she
had spent the time of w’aitlng in self
ish repining and moping. She will
look him over dispassionately and
critically, realising that while be
may bring happiness to her, she has
learned the way to happiness with
out him.
Will Be Wiser.
She will be less likely to love mi§-
takenly; she will not love for the out
ward appearance, but will look tor
the qualities underneath tthe surface
Having learned w’hat pleasure thew
outings give her mother, she win
have unconsciously taken note of the
dreariness and monotony of marriw
life, and be less foolhardy in rushing
Into it. .
By her filial love a girt attwjj
a better mfcn. and trains herself
discriminate when he comes.
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plates, capers, chemicals,
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A. K. HAWKES CO A -ff anTA^GA
14 Whitehall Sto ATLANTA,^
Steel Engraved and
Embossed Stationery
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Largest Plant in the South Lowest Prices
Samples will be »ubmltted or our representative will call upon rea'.e*'
J. P. STEVENS ENGRAVING CO.
47 Whitehall Street. Bell Phone Main 174S.
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