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* A Bachelor’s Diary *
O rf * » £iL XY? 1 ! E/iz heth Freeman and
Advice to the Lovelorn
By MAX.
I aglolb Ol lllL VV UI1U fhe English Militants
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
WME
who
biles
ARCH 24.— When the wrongs of
tills miserable old world ore
finally lighted, and the slaves,
now ride around in utitomo-
from pink teas to matinees,
emerge from inglorious serfdom to
exercise the sacred and inalienable
right of casting a vote for dog
catcher and coroner; when, in brief,
wornun is emancipated, 1 hope to
have the privilege of miking one lit
tle suggestion.
True, it will be a faint squeak,
like that of a dying mouse, and 1
can not hope that it will be heard ex-
, e]it by other male mice who have
been driven to their holes and whose
ltnal squeaks are as faint, but 1 must
make it nevertheless.
It is the hone that when the women
take charge of the Government pie
counter, they hand out the Ambassa
dorship pie to such clever representa
tives of their sex as Mrs. .Tack Spen
cer and The Widow. Such fact, such
grace, such diplomacy, sucli oil' W hat
a pity it was devoted to such a trifling
object <i8 on© mere man!
When they faced each other that
night in the station each carried a
dagger in the hand she extended so
cordially to the other. Each took
silent measure of the other’s wit and
beauty and skill with eyes that ex
pressed nothing but innocent pleas
ure.
•‘I am so pleased to meet you,” said
'he Widow; “l have heard so much
about
Koney Drips.
“And I about you. ' returned Mrs.
Spencer. “Well, you may guess how
anxious I was to know you when I
tell you that Jack and I were return
ing from a dinner party completely
tired out when we met Max. and he
insisted that we turn right back. If
it had been for any other purpose /
should have refused him.”
Shot Number One! T hadn’t asked
her to come; she had guessed where
I was going and insisted upon com
ing.
* The Widow's eyes never changed.
Yes.” she said. 'I told the Dearest
Man in the World over the telephone
that he must bring you to the station
with him; 1 did so want to know
you."
Shot Number Two! She had told
me nothing of the kind. 1 didn't blame
her for shooting right back, but I did
think her description of me waa a
Avaste of poAvder. It had no effect
on the situation, and made me rather
ridiculous. I am the “dearest man in
the world" to only one of the fufrer
sex. and she is only four.
They grew more diplomatic and
more polite, each taking a shot in
turn with such rapidly growing cor
diality that neither Jack nor l was
surprised when they walked off with
their arms linked, leaving- us to fol
low. After her first greeting The
W low would have feigned equal in-
dil.erence. When we reached a cozy
little private dining room of a near
by hotel she continued to ignore my
existence.
Hut she didn’t ignore* Jack’s. X
can’t recall who planned it, but she
was seated between Jack and me, and
sue devoted all her attention to him.
Everything that enters the brain of
a widow becomes ammunition, and
those who give her this ammunition
do it unconsciously. Little anecdotes
of the ambitions, hobbies and pecul
iarities of friends'-, and all their pet
prides and prejudice*, when told to a
Spin, sen*' only for the purpose of
entertainment.
When told to a widow, they become
tinder, mutches and powder, and she
stores them carefully to use when tlio
game comes within range
“I have been so interested,” Vhe said,
turning her eyes fondly on Jack Spen
cer, “in your collection of scimitars
and ' he wonderful history that at
tache*. Do tell me how you bocame
interested in anything quite so thrill
ing.”
That just suited Jack, and the
recital of the source of his collection
became a matter of absorbing interest
to the widow. Hut she would have been
interested had hit' hobby been tadpoles
We were at the table two hours, and
within that time I did not get five
words in the talk, and Mrs. Spencer
did little better. I will confess, Diary,
that I took a sneaking joy in the re
flection that it served her right.
If a woman knowingly takes her
husband in tho presence of a widow
like Mrs. Brown, she may expect just
such results'. “T'm a Married Man,”
when pinned on a man’s coat, may
cause Spins to take the other .side of
the street, but it attracts the widows.
And t!*a‘ 1he way it always is: a
dan» v’gii to a Spin becomes an in
vitation to the woman Avho has lo©t a
hueband either in the court house or
cemetery.
Mrs. Brown had heard me casually
remark that scimitars were Jack
Spencer's fad. 1 didn’t know [ was
giving her ammunition. But then. I
confess it, I never knew anything
when I was with the Widow.
He Gets It.
I have been with her many time?
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
\ LMOBT daily from across the
■ ater tl €ti comet the storj of
a new move ip the campaign o.
destruction planned by the Militant
Suffragist v.
The foes of Suffrage use Militancy
as a strong argument against “Vo; *
for Women.” The Bishop of Lincoln,
although himself a Suffragist, has ex
pressed himself against the Militant
alone when her hand has been Avithin
ease leach, and I have never had any
desire to squeeze if. but that evening
at the tJble when ;he talked so inces
santly to Jack Spencer, 1 felt that 1
had to get hold of her hand or die. T
watched my chance, and when she
rested it on her lap. with her face
turned toAvard Jack, I reached my
hand over and caught hers.
Did she repulse me? Not for a mo
ment? She looked at Jack with a par
ticularly sweet expression, telling him
a lot about scimitar* which ho never
kneAV (I imagine she had read up on
them for just such an occasion), and
giving my hand*the most affectionate
squeeze all the Avhile.
“My wife," I heard Jack fc*a>\ rather
reproachfully, looking across the table
at her, “has never been interested in
scimitars. She thinks I am foolish
about them."
The Widow gave him such a pitying
look. “Poor fellow,” it said, “to be
tied down all these years to an unap- Movement: “Who takes the sword
preciative person like that!" ©hall perish by the sword.”
Oh. Diary, the mischief a woman | Ho the questions naturally arise:
edn do by sympathizing with a man : What real cause is there for mili-
Avho is married! J tancy? What influence lias it on the
I hope the time will soon come whet World’s Woman Suffrage Movement:
women $re made diplomat'. I want ‘ For tho answer to these questions I
the “Widow sent to on© corner of the went to Elizabeth Freeman, an Auicr-
globe, and Mrs. Jack, with her bus- j iean girl, who has recently returned
band fastened under her thumb by! from six yean? spent in England and.
special legislation, sent to the corner who was*there swept into th© gr.-ct
that is most remote. I eau©.? of ultrarv ur.d into the fore-
Educating Husbands
H T HAD to put cold water com-
t presses on George’s head when
it came home," confessed the
president of the club. “He took :t
awfully hard.”
“Tom nearly had apoplexy," put in
th© blonde secretary, gleefully*. “I
never knew before that a human man
could turn so absolutely purple!”
‘•I ju?t took mine out of the box to
Avear to this meeting.” said a mere
member. “Walter, when he ©aw it,
rushed wildly from the house. If I
didn’t know that he ahvays calms
down after an unsettling shock 1
should really be disturbed and wonder
Avhether he ever would come back.”
•They always act that way over
anything new.” said another member.
“Edgar behaved just the same over
the full skirts, and then over the
skimpy one, over that collar that runs
up to the ends of your eyebrow*© and
over the Dutch neck! There’s no use
paying any attention to them!’’
The door slammed just then and
another member a’1 tost fell into the
r oom. She wore on uer head a con
coction that resembierl the famous ex
plosion in a paint factory.
Poor William.
“I’m late!” she gapped. ”1 thought
a t first that William had a stroke or
paralysis, but when he came to and I
found it was only my new spring hat
I came away and left him. horrid
thing!”
“i know juct how you feel,” «aid the
blonde' secretary. “Now. this spring
hat of mine is really mild compared
with some of the others you see—-it
has only purple and orange and pink
i.n it—yet you wouldn’t believe the
time 1 hud with Tom!
“After my first tour of the shops I
With
in your Coffee cup
the presence of caf
feine is largely done
away with and your
coffee bills practi
cally cut in two.
s /*., lib. und Jib. mnsei
jrucers.
Cheek-Neat Coffee Co.,
NatkviHe. Rousts*, J»cks»«*ilic
1 knew I should have to educate him
j very carefully to the new Bulgarian
color scheme of life. I took to leading
him by shop windows and pointing out
the loudest examples. After he ceased
to halt like a stricken deer with shud
der* running through his frame at
sight of a cells, straw v. ith a Wash
ington monument in yellow run up
one side of it and could view without
alarm a grass green canoe with a
masthead of violet crimson tipped
with orange, I concluded that the
time was at Ins; ripe to lead him to
the theater.
"IT e got there early eo we could see
the audience gather. Tom sat bolt
upright, looking as if he had been
stung, when there floated down the
aisle a dream of a hat in those won
derful flame color plurpes with a bit
of palest lavender on the brim.
"He groaned aloud.
" Why, that's Mrs. Jipps!' I said.
‘They live in the big house at the end
of our block, dearest rthe must havo
brought her hat from Paris!’
“ 'She got that In a millinery shop
attached to an insane asylum,’ Tom
growled.
"A minute later 1 directed his at-1
tention to the woman who was taking
a seat just in front of us. She had on
a perfect beauty of a hat—a purple
straw with roses shaded from pale
green through pink and yellow and
blue—a work of art, my dear—and I
told him that her husband's income
was 5100,000 h year and that she once
invited me to a tea.
“ 'If he's got all that misneT,- said
Tom, feebly, 'why doesn’t he buy his
poor wife a real hat instead of having
her wear one made up of scraps from
the leftovers of fifteen vears? If you
had to wear a hat like that " Then
he stopped and stayed.
Three Girls.
“Three girls? had come in together | ^ I—|
and one of them wore a hat of green JL JL
and lavender, the second wore one of
pink and yellow and th© third wore a
combination of all the other colors
that were left.
“ Pity me!' Tom moaned and beat
h<y hands together. 'What Is this
country coming to? Oh, Sadie, take
m© home, take- me h-o-m-c!’
“I really felt sorry for him at the
end of the play when all those wom
en put on their hats simultaneously
and the lights were turned on. I
took him home a saddened and suffer,
ing man. Then I sprung my new
hat on iiim next day.
“He didn’t say anything. He just
rluuned feebly. Before he caught his
breath I instructed hliri to thank h!s
8tars that it wasn’t any worse.
‘You’ve seen what women can do *n
th© line of hats this year.* I told him,
so rejoice that T was as merciful os
this! I ©ouid haA*e done loi» meaner
kings than get purple, orange and
pink!' He’s beginning to wear that
resigned look now!"
crown
[olonies
&
femTi'UTft
Here Comes
the Bride
t t THEN a man and woman an*
| \i\ nounce their intention of
| getting married, don’t get
i them into thinking seriously by usk-
LET YOUR HEART DECIDE.
ni.AU MISS FAIRFAX
I am keeping company with u
young man who claims he loves
me dearly. He iH now out of town
and has asked me to stay away
from amusement places until he
returns; especially dunces. Now.
what 1 want to know is whether
or not I shall do so, for I have
many offers to go with other
young men to dances. S. G. B.
He is not very considerate of you
but that is the manner in which many,
a man proves his love. H© really
has no right to make this demand;
only an engagement would give him
this right.
This leaves the decision solely with
you. You must ask yourself which
is worth more, his love or going to
dances with other men.
THEY ARE RIGHT.
I )EA K MISS FAIRFAX
^ I am a young girl of seven
teen. and was introduced to n
young man, who said he cares for
me very much. H© Is very re
fined In all his ways and bus a
good position. But my girl friend*
all tell me not to meet him be
cause I’m too young, hut I care
for him and hate to part.
LONESOME.
You are too young to l'orm any se
rious heart entanglements. If he
really cares for you he will not regard
a year's delay in courting you as a
final parting.
Talk it over sensibly with him.
I AM SURE HE DOESN’T.
P)EAR MIBB FAIRFAX
* J 1 am eighteen, and deeply in
love with a young man of about
twenty. 1 have been out with him
twice, but in tho company of oth
er young couples. He has always
treated me real nicely, but 1
would like to know if he* cares for
me. He is my Ideal of a man and
I know that I could never care for
any one c!f©. I meet him going
to business some mornings, b
ho Is always cold. I feel that 1
likes me hut he is afraid to Si
anything. He never asks me t >
go out with him directly. He al
way a says the four of 11s will g*
which means his cousin and hi
lady friend (rousin'*) and I.
If he cured for you he would in; ' -
an opportunity to set- you alone. II
never would insist that there be o
era in the party. You are only eif
teen and hearts soon recover at tl , t
ag©. Make up your mind you do t
care for him.
RESPECT HER WISHES.
r \ EAR MISS FAIRFAX;
** I have l*een going with a &
for six months and have been en
gaged to her for about a month an*
a half, and when we go out evenings
I have, many times, offered to assift:
her in putting on her gloves, and she
seems to take offense at this. 3
have never acted as though 1 meant
It as a caress, but only as assist
ance. Who is right, she or I?
A TRUE LOVER
The girl is right. She needs no a
sistanee In putting on her glover
Save all that excess gallant!a for th*
time when she will really need, yrre
help, after you are married.
GIVE HIM NOTHING.
rx EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a young lady eighteen
years of age and am in love with a
young man twenty, who algo loves
me. What do you think 1 could give
him for his birthday, as he does not
read'.’ We are not engaged.
DOUBTFUL.
V man of twenty in this day an«i age
who can’t read is a .strange object to
inspire lov« Are you sure you love bh»i.
11« reeds a primer most of all. Could
y«»u give him that without offense” l
arn glad there is no engagement.
SUFFRAGISTS OF EAST INDIA.
This picture shows the Indian Empire contingent of suffragists
they appeared at the coronation ceremonies. Few persons. <
who havo made the question of woman suffrage a study, uiv
this great question is rp far-reaching, even extending into th©
triet. That young girls, as well as women of maturer age, a;
terosted if) the fight for better conditions, is strikingly shown by ta*
pea ranee of the characters in the picture.
merit Square. But on 1 follow in
Tuesday, when we found that Pari
merit had risen without keeping
promise to present our bill, we mar<
ed round to the side entrances
Downing Street.
“Now, Downing S; r- < 1 ©
blind alley less than a block Jons'.
the fence of St. James Park mark;
its end. *
“We reached the head of tin- sir
and suddenly* the poih
Daysey May me and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE
' front of the militant move
, were crut.iod and driven
Is Ready to Die. • fonv.-ird against t’..c i . n Hi.
ready to perish for the Cause—but
she respects human life since she has
the mother Instinct to save, not to
destroy life,” said Miss Freeman.
“The militant attitude of mind 1
forced 011 women-—take my care, tor
example; One night I was on my way
to meet spine friends aft :- the thea
ter. A* my bus -v«pt through Parl!a-I
meat Square 1 looked down from tht \
top and saw a big policeman striking J
ti little vv« man. 1 got down and pro*
tested. He said, You come along o’
me, Mlssle.’ ‘Gladly,’ said I. meaning
to bear witness to his brutality*—1 did
not know I had been arrested. Bui i
spent ten day in Holloway prison
amidst the most frightful conditiom*
and in a state of mental agony. ‘As
sault and obstruction’ was the charge
—you see that officer had been subdu
ing r suffragist.
“This whole movement seems t<»
rouse the brute in Englishmen. But
they confess they are beaten by their
fear of letting the suffragists starve
themselves to death in jail or go free.
And ‘forcible feeding is horrible, it i ‘I’ll go. otl’n er. but won't vou take I
te;~rs and lacerates the throat beyond 1 the ©the arm?' I moaned. H< laugh-!
1 ed and gave the aching arm another)
twist.
'Good bye, Lady Betty,’ called 1
some one, using my nickname—‘Lady I
Betty From Across the Water.’ I was:
led out of the street and released, j
They do not like to uirest women of j
title!
“Of course, T went right ha
just as I got into that pit of
able barrier, so that a; last w©
like cattle milling around and a
in dazed horror.
tied through the air- they founc
ma,vk. too. One woman was t
to t.lu* ground again anil again
that her chest bon© was broken ;
mangled; and u man \ ;<> tihd
stop her tormentors was arrested
his pains,
“I saw a burly po’ietman with
hands it Mrs. Pankhur*t's thro.,
throttling her and forcing her
backward until I fancied that I
hear her spine crack. In a nightmare
of horror, in which 1 was not myself,
but only ; spirit tl.nt must save that
gray head from torture, I forced my
hand through the bandage that
wgrn around tho* London pollcemanh
forearm as a badge of office, and tried
to twist his hand away. With a quick
jerk of his arm, he caught my fingers
in that bandage as in a noose, and
twisted it one© and yet again >0 my
strained muscles ached in tortur .
“Another officer arrested mo >1©
took my arm and dragged me along.
ELIZABETH FREEMAN.
An interview with whom ap
pears in the accompanying arti
cle by Miss Laul'erty.
hope of recovery- But the ifeatmeru
to which gentlewomen are subjected
before they *?r© dragged off to jail ;<•
absolutely repellent.
A Terrible Experience.
“Let me tell you of one liol 1 went
through. November IS, 7 910. -was
known as Black Friday—riot and
blocdohed marked that day in Parliu-
• ing why
Shortly uftc-r the. giri seta the date,
! the mun gives tlu* distress signal to
j her father. II© doesn't want a pa-
rad© wedding, and will th© futh> as
sist him in rebelling? But the fu-
* ther knows tin strength of the cut -
guns, anil 1 ©spends that it D
| no us©.
One reason, the bride insists on a
church wedding is that she realizes
1 ! ! is the last time sin will ever gel
i the man sin* marries out to church.
I No person, man or woman, who
! can’t look on th© bright side should
: b« permitted to enti r the marriage
! slat©.
When a man walks down the ciisle
' f a church stepping on Rowers which
little girls have scat ©red before him
; ho must look like* a fool, but no one
j has even looked at him di sc enough
j to see.
A man and woman going on a wed
ding tour try hard not to look ha; ,»y.
and on their return they try just h*
hard to look lmppy.
At a church wedding ..he girl at the
altar all In white looks as if she had
won the head prize, aftd every woman
present who bus been married as long
as a year looks as if sh, had won
the consolation.
He Sighs.
When it is Raid of a bridegroom
that he has money, every woman
present remarks, “Apd you bet she
knows how to spend it for him."
Tlieie isn’t as much honey in th
i honeymoon as reported, much of i
i being lo.« in the ordeal of wiping or
new towels after they have gone t
j housekeeping, and breaking in nrv.
IT THEN DAYSEY MAYMK AP-
PLEToN returns to i r lit11
home town after extensive
travel, tlie Impressions made on he
mind by foreign scenes and customs
are so vivid that unconsciously they
blot out the life-time Impressions of
home life.
For instance: It was her privilege
to make a curtesy before royalty
when abroad, and she absent minded-'
ly made a curtesy while ordering
liver of the butcher uflcr she got
home. •
“1 got into the habit while abroad,”
she said apologetically, brushing th*
sawdust off her skiit when .isiug
from the mV tit market door.
For tin* sum© reason she put on her
bathing suit when she engaged the
b.-.thiooi ; turned to the 1 - ft when
out driving, and climbed to th© r.jp
of her father’s automobile wher.
starting for a ride.
“iraV-i 1* educational,” slu* s *i.
in a deprecating ton©.’’ but it i> also
confusing. It L quite a tax on my
mind to remember when l am iu the
Ten Cent Store at home that 1 a •
not in the Bon Mnrclie in Par's, un.l
I catch myself uudress’ng the gi"l
clerks in French.”
There was to be a famil) reunion
to witness the christening of a new
and Daysey Mayme was In
vited.
- ..d had spent the morning in w. :*-
Ing cf her impressions of a city n
the cosst: its big naval yard*-. iL*
; battleships, ceremonials, etc., and her
mind was filled with reminiscences
of her visit as she dressed for the
party.
Sh© had started out the door when
she recalled the occasion that was
©ailing the family together. A
christening! She smiled in a happy
reminiscent way as she hurried back
to th© dining room. A moment later
alio left the house with a brown pa
per parcel under her arm.
Slu* was late! What if she should
be too lat©! She quit ki lled her steps
and reached th© parlor of her kin s
home just in time. .V little babw
with o red, wrinkled face, had been
put into the arms of the preacher.,
Days©y Miiyvne ©aught hlsarmwftf;
on© hand while with the other *b
quickly tore the wrapping off h /
“What i>: it?” he asked in amate.
“A bottle of champagne,” returned
Daysy Mayme. “to break, over th©
baby’s head!”
Two of Then..
His companions bout over him with
pitiful eavuestn©is, and stared be
-•'©. liiiigly into Ids waxen features.
Again fame tho llult ' of the eyelids,
but this time Ids will mastered ap-
I proaching death. Ills lipa weaklv
struggled to execute his last coin-
I mamls. and the I'i iends bent closer t«*
j hear the faltering whisper: "I am—
j • • ‘ v* I know. (Jo to Millv
! Tell i; r or—I died with—her name
ins; that I—er—have loved*—
alone—ei always. And Bes
et tell Bessie the same.
her—her
tie—tell
tiling.”
CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES
By T. W. HANSHAW.
Copyright by Doubleday, Pag<? & Co.
Tl)-])AT'S TXSTALLAIEXT.
UM-ll-H! That's extraordi
nary. Deeply imprinted a-e
they?"
"Lummy! yes, sir. The animu’.
made ’em must have weighed t»n 1
twelve stone at leaet. Soon as I so
IIUU.'VI
;-.iin some one qrove an automobile shoes
| Iu. briii. ing and knocking down the j They long during their engagenun'
; "on. *n in its way. but ki.ling no one. j f 0 g 0 somewhere after they are mar
“Two days lad r Mrs. Pankhurst’s | rled where they will be all alom
j sister died of tho injuries she had re- On the second day after they Imvt
j ceivt d that day -hut the press gave ! been all alone, the bride says, “Would
‘ it only two lines notice. I not it be nice if some friend shouli
“The c«-*nworship of the British press j ‘‘ome along? ’ And tho groom sighs
does in timublo i.irm to the cause I “eYs, or even an enemy!
! it )*. ©. >• r< |. ii how w© fill Albert I About three months ater a nrloe uhh
! Hall—with its seating capacity of 11**^ her old home with her nose
j 18.000— again ind . gam. It does not j turned up scornfully at the suggts
i Cell how thinking men are coming to
! see the righteousness of our cause. It
| only tells of our ‘outrages.’
“Sometimes th© press calls us hys-
! terics—fanatics—self-made martyrs,
j Of course, a martyr Is ‘self-made’—he
i chooses to suffer for a righteous
j cause. And It Is only for a cause that
suffering like ours can be endured.
'orne American newspaper women
as “a friend of mine fr
r j Scotland Yard, mis*,” found him.*
. in the presence of one of those me
1 faced. dove-eyed “mousey”
them. sir. I knotted I had my work | bodies who seem born to‘he ;
cut out, so I left Gorham in charge j tient Griselda.c;” and. in Poking
footprints and an interview with Mi«
Renfrew. 1 want to meet that youn
lady very much indeed.’*
n. ;
'PWENTY minutes later bis de- h
1 sires in that resp< ct were grant 6
ed; and, having been introduced «>v©r for tin* prison experience.
Mr. Nippers to the little gathering in ! After three days they paid their fines
tho sitting room of the hops’© of ? - ; and got out!
“The English women did not be
come militant until ‘the sword’ was
forced upon them and all constitu
tional ways and means Jailed. They
of the house, rattled up these two men
and Mr. Simpkins, here—which all
three is employed at Droger Park, sir
—-and set out hot foot to look for
gypfdes.”
“Why?"
Like a Muzzle.
“ ’(’ause Mistress Armfroyd. she
says a» she se© a gypsy lurkin’ round i resi;> was so
the place just before dark, si:*; and ! out, in fact, that
her lie was minded of tho description
of “Lady Jane” in the poem:
“Her pulse was slow, milk white
her skin —
She had not blood enough to sin.”
Must Have Been Pretty.
Years of repression had told upon
her and sh© looked older than sn.*
J and so dragged
Mrs. Armroyd, the
tion that she take her old clothes
with her, she comes hurrying back
for them, and is mad if one garment
is missing.
As a rule a woman has to wear her
wedding clothes so many years It is a ,
wonder her great-grandchildren don’t j
find rice in them.
The longer a woman has been mar- 1
lied the greater her wonder that she
ever thought line clothes would cut j
any figure in her happiness.
were arrested for strop
for parading: when the
constitutional right t<
king or his proxy—they
“But tin* American Constitution al
lows for oven better Constitutional
procedure. If we petition Legislatures
to re vv© receive courtesy- all wc care
Up-to-Date Jokes
speaking and
went on their i T j. e teacher was intent un < ^^*'?%
petition tne son ^ an( j continued impressively., -
on arrested. **And vast swarms of files descend
ed on the land and came Into the
houses of the Egyptians and covered
their clothing and their tables and all
, . ... their food, hut (emphatically) there
for. and more than w© expect frorr. j xvere no fjj eH 0 n the children ot
Israel
Break Down (he Cost of Living
Your meat bill is far too high
don’t need half the amount o’
you’re eating now—cut your
meat bill two-thirds and
substitute a food
that is far more
nutritious and costs
one-tenth the price
— FAUST SPA
GHETTI.
A 10c package of FAUST SPAGHETTI contains
more real nutrition than 4 lbs. of beef and it is much
easier to digest.
you
of meat
They needn't talk!” grbn’j added j
! the woman with the paint factory j alv ; '* :
explosion. "They only hav© to ook:;t
the tilings—we havo to do t. at and ,
wear 'em, too!” f • , °1'* 'y
he had a queer thing like a bear’s i cook, appeared youthful and attr
muzzle in hi*-; hand.” j tiv«* in contrast. Indeed. ' u.i
"Ah. I see!” said cieek: and gave wonder that M :*. E|.’i: > m .Vpp,
one of his odd smiles ns ne screwed | ha<* been attracted by Thai good sm
round and looked at th© superin- for. although her hair v Mr© u
t‘indent. “All ready, Mr. Xarkoni. with g a\ and her ti*'* < •.*. :> <.f i
Good! Let us go over to the Rour 1 | “sack* of flour” o*d©r. and her ©\
House and uestigate this infer"*?; - j were ass'-Ld h. :
u* i! ■ r ■ * you "* > ‘©.-bmvMi j b - *i f,
_____ irtivan. if 1 was still youthful in eontou . and •
wc are away more than a couple *f : Naiiomi. locking # r. «•....©
houis, tumble into bed and go foi'hut :, t t ..* n: j -four * .,*• : w. * ; •
politicians.
“We need not lA militant —we need
only feel deeply enough he*,* in Amer
ica, and we will get the ruffrag©.”
Two of Them.
dm with
ared be-
fen lures.
A small boy from the rear of the
room interrupted:
“Please, ma’am, there ain’t now. i
either.”
"U your ho.* e ,*rft*cdv gentle, Mr
Dabst» r?’
“Perfectly gentle, sir. The onl>
fault he l.as got. if that be a fault, is
a painful habit of extending his |
hinder hoots noss and then.”
*‘Fy ©-herding his hinder hoofs you
ieking*. I hope?''
A Fox Pass.
“YvY.e.o !h Mary i:o*>*
Vfa)ap]v»i> w* usked.
“She ’> in I*a u‘- o*nl
-'rd u’l or her tivu IV
long one. J
never knows.’
olrl chan?
on t in©
“Bom©
*een. 1
it kicking,
slight r«ac
is made from Durum wheat, the cereal so extremely
rich in gluten—that element which builds muscle,
bone and flesh. FAUST SPAGHETTI is a delicious,
savory, appetizing food that can be served in
many different ways. Write for free recipe
book. Eat less meat—eat FAUST SPA
GHETTI, cut down cost of living.
At all Grocers—5c and 10c packages.
MAUL BROS.
St. Louis, Mo.