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Cottolene
C ottolene
ioor butter. Be careful, avoid substitutes.
TRY THIS RECIPE:
1 quart flour 1 pint milk 6 tablespoons Cottolene
1 heaping teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon sugar
3 teaspoons baking powder
Mix dry Ingredients together and sift into chopping
bowl. Add Cottolene chilled, chop lightly until well
mixed; be careful to keep everything cold. Now add
the milk, stirring lightly. Divide dough into 6 parts,
rolling each piece the size and shape of a plate. Put 2
cakes into each plate and bake about 15 minutes in quick
oven. Place on hot plate, tear cakes apart and spread
sweetened mashed strawberries between and over the
cakes. Sprinkle with powdered sugar and serve at once.
Made only by THE N. K. FAIRBANK COMPANY
Fashion and Beauty
A Summer Hat
Hypertrophied
Modesty
Bv V. TERHUNE VAN DE
WATER.
[Z-pv i the ultra-pure .'ill things are
impure." Such is the cor
ruption of an ancient prov
en*. a corruption which, we are some
times forced to admit, bears a firmer
stamp of truth than does the original
mhxim.
■It 'g a -.id commentary upon human
nature that the person possessing a
consciousness of self-righteousness is
pretty sure to be ronnetous also of the
other fellow's faults. Did he not ap
preciate them he would lose half the
pleasure of his own virtues.
:An exaggerated consciousness of sex
is often responsible for insinuation
arid suggestion which would be absent
from the conversation of an out
spoken person. Some people, com
pelled by what they consider a sense
of propriety, are particular to the
point of prurience in speaking cf
doubtful subjects. Their hyper
trophied modesty makes them ridicu
lous, and the subject of which they
are forced to speak assumes an inde
cency that would not belong to it if ii
were treated honestly. '
“1 am suffering with rheumatism in
my limb," complained an ultra-fastid
ious spinster to her physician.
“You have four limbs, madam." the
blunt practitioner reminded her
"Prom your vague reference to the
affected member I suppose it is one of
those limbs tcrrjTd by -onsible people
LEGS!"
"You need not ask a chaperon to
accompany us," a girl said to a your.g
I^n who had asked to be allowed to
ipse her for an automobile ride. “I
■ fust you implicitly.”
She was little more than a child,
but 4he was letter perfect in the sus
picious moral code in which her nar
row mother had trained her. The lad
was scarcely to be blamed when he
answered somewhat gruffly. “If I
hadn’t believed that already I would
not have asked you to go with or
withdwit a chaperon."
, But reluctant and hesitating speech
on certain subjects is only one phase
of the exaggerated modesty that bor
ders on indecency-. Some p'ersons see
insinuations in.plays—and these not
plays that are among the many to
which one might justly take exception
—where less suspicious people discern
only innocent fun. They watch for
the double entendre in the speech oi
others and find impropriety where an
other would not.
This is not an argument in favor of
coarse speech, nor would I advocate
conversation upon .topics which are
unpleasant, and, to say Lite least, dis
tasteful, if not evil. But I do claim
that if circumstances make H neces
sary for one to speak of such matters,
if. for the good of mankind or for the
suppression of some wrong, a-,tnan or
woman must d.al with any disagree
able problem, there is a consciousness
or' the pureness of one's motive, of the
dignity of the end toward which one
strives, thu' makes one forget ques
tions of modesty n»d immodesty, pro
priety and impropriet" in the one
overwhelming desire to do that which
is right.
T HIS combination of leghorn and lace is particularly fetching
for wear with dainty summer gowns. The wide lace is
shirred on four wires and falls just beyond the edge of the hat
with becoming softness.
A quaint touch is added by the black-edged taffeta ribbon
that outlines the base of the crown and is tied in a trefoil bow
at the left of the front.
Two great full-blown yellow-hearted roses are placed far
back on the right side and from each starts a full white ostrich
e falling softly toward the shoulder.
This model shades the eyes most becomingly, and has a de
cidedly smart upward tilt at the back, falling away gradually
toward the line of the feathers.
Overheard at the Concert
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W OMAN in Pink—What do you
think of these seats? Would
you rather sit farther front?
They don’t take off their hats at
these meetings, because the hat’s
the thing. I am so glad you could
come as my guest, both of you.
Mrs. Scaggs, you sit on the other
side of me. That’s right. What’s
the matter with that lady in front?
Did I hit her hat? Oh, I forgot to
give the secretary ray change of ad
dress! Excuse me. dears, while 1
run out and tell her.
Mrs. Scaggs—Pretty hall, isn’t it?
The Other Guest—Yes, indeed.
Here’s our hostess again!
Woman in Pink—So glad 1 went.
I came near being too late for the
year book. Thanks, dear, for hold
ing my things. Oh, say, will you
hold them again? I’ve got to go
back. I forgot to get the applica
tion blanks. I’m going to propose
both of you for membership. Excuse
me. dear, for passing.
The Other Guest—Are you going
to join this musical society?
Mrs. Scaggs—I hadn’t thought of
it. Say, my dear, we haven’t decid
ed to join.
Woman in Pink—Oh. well, it
meets four times a year and has a
grand luncheon each time. You don’t
have to join if you don’t want, dear,
but 1 want to go down as having
proposed somebody. What’s all this?
Mrs. Scaggs—Somebody trying to
announce something. Isn’t that the
cutest gown? Hook how it's caught
up on the side!
A Funny Man.
The Other Guest—What a funny
looking man! Is he a member?
Woman in Pink—He's going to
play. I think. Yes, he’s beginning.
Glad he doesn’t live next to me.
That’s one reason we moved. The
man next door played the fiddle so
much. What's the lady in front
frowning at with so much emotion?
Mrs. Scaggs—She didn’t like it be
cause I was keeping to the tune with
my foot. I had it on the round of
her chair. Aren’t people fussy?
The Other Guest—I should say so!
Makes me think of my landlord. He
lives underneath me and gets angry
when my boys do clogs. Some folks
are so nervous.
Woman in Pink He’s finished now.
and we get this lady vocalist to sing
a vocal solo. My, she opens her
mouth just like a fish! Do you like
her singing?
Mrs. Scaggs My. no! She’s too
thin. Looks like the woman who
’ices downstairs, who’s always com
plaining. Do you know, that woman
would complain anywhere. It’s be
cause she's so thin. Don’t you think
thin folks are awfully complaining?
The Other Guest—I don’t know' but
you're right, dear. What, are you
ipplauding for?
Woman in Pink—The lady’s finish
ed. It always looks better to applaud,
and then if they give an encore the
society gets so much more for the
money. Why, some of those perform
ers get $100 just for singing the
way you and I do around our own
flats!
The Other Guest—Easy way to
make money. T could have been a
singer if my father could only have
afforded to pay for lessons. It’s just
advertising, you know, that does it.
Anybody could succeed at it. Then,
getting such prices, it’s no wonder
they can dress like that.
The Horrid Thing.
Mrs. Scaggs—That lady in front is
nervous again. What on earth is the
trouble, I wonder?
Woman in Front—Will you kindly
keep from talking during the rest of
the program?
Woman in Pink—Don’t you care,
dear. We aren’t talking loud, I’m
sure. The program is almost over,
you see. I can smell coffee. We al
most always have such swell coffee
and such delicious little cakes. There
goes that Mrs. Durgree that 1 can't
bear. She dresses like a fashion plate
herself. I just saw another woman
that I don't like. She sits over there
somewhere. Her boy goes to the same
school that mine does. Who's this
lady that’s singing something?
Mrs. Scaggs—She’s the one who
made the first talk, don’t you remem
ber her?
The. Other Guest—She’s president
or something, isn’t she?
Woman in Pink—Oh. yes. She wore
blue the last time and I didn’t know’
her in white. What’s she saying?
The Other Guest—Something about
that man having written the piece he
just played. I hadn't noticed there
was a man playing. I was looking at
that hat over across the aisle. I’ll b^t
it came from Madame Adele’s shop.
What are you getting up for?
Woman in Pink—That’s the end.
Hasn’t it been a perfectly beautiful
program? Such music uplifts one,
doesn’t it? Now, keep our seats here,'
and I’ll go and get some coffee and we
can have a real good visit
Stamp Licking
The chief was in a bad temper when
he arrived at the office in the morning,
and forthwith he proceeded to vent his
w f rath on the head of the pretty young
lady who manipulated his typewriter.
“Miss Jones,’’ he said testily, “can't
you keep my desk tidy? Everything on
It is. as usual. In a state of confusion.’’
“Well, how can 1 keep It tidy when
you say you don’t want anything dis
turbed ?’’
“What’s the use of arguing'.’ 1 said I
didn’t want papers disturbed. That’s
all But this rubbish—take it away,
take it away! Also this great sheet of
postage stamps I don’t want it.''
“And where shall I put it?''
“Oh, don't ask so many questions!
Put it where you like—anywhere!’
“Very well.” she cooed; and licking
the sheet of stamps with her dainty
little tongue, she stuck it on her em
ployer’s bald and shining head, then left
the office to seek another job.
By OLIVETTE
Little Bobbie’s
Pa
CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES
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Up-to-Date
Infants
L OOKING up wonderingly from
her embroidery, the girl in the
apple blossom kimono beheld
her room mate stalk gloomily in from
the matinee. Without a word the
newcomer pitched her muff at the of
fended angora. Still without word,
she poured and drank three cups of
tea in desperate succession.
“Oh, Meg! Now what has hap
pened?’’ pleaded the girl in the apple
blossom kimono. “Couldn’t the chil
dren go to the matinee with you after
all?”
“Oh, yes, we went, seven strong,”
darkly responded Meg. “Lois, how
old am I?”
“Why, don’t you know?” queried her
bewildered friend in the kimono.
“I thought I did. But oh. those
children—those alleged children!”
groaned Meg, clasping her white-
gloved hands about her knees. “If you
wish to preserve one lingering illu
sion, Lois,” she said presently, "never,
never be deluded into giving faculty
children a treat.”
"But why?” demanded Lois.
“My first misgiving* 1 attacked me
when I saw how competent and com
posed the little creatures were at the
very outset,” related Meg, somewhat
calmer by now. “No timid, upward
glances for guidance at a crossing; no
clinging to my skirts when the fear
some locomotive approached full blast
—you know it makes my heart Jump
to this day to see the great monsters
coming on: no shrinking reluctance
about selecting and appropriating the
best accommodations on the train.”
••I’m sure the Blodgett children hav.
charming manners,” defended Lois.
“And Jamie Dowd ”
“Oh, they have, they have!" wailed
Meg. iting a rose stem savagely.
“Nothing alarmed and discomposed
me sol inch as their manners. My
own are’' a crude, backwoods product
by comparison. They had the man
ners of little dukes and marquises to
each other and to me. My mouth
simply fell open, and stayed open, at
the polite lies those midgets favored
each other with. They certainly have
the responses down pat. Now, per
sonally, I like nice mannered children
—but by that I mean just good, old-
fashioned. farm manners!”
Her companion laughed merrily.
“You would!” she agreed, heartily, i?
somewhat ambiguously. “But didn’t
the dears seem to have a good time?”
“The finest kind of a time,” asserted
her friend, nibbling a ladyflnger.
“Instead of finding enraptured babes
I found six mature little entities, cool,
alert, pleased as Punch, and interest
edly discussing—what do you sup
pose? The mechanics of the produc
tion! That was what had caught
their attention and continued to hold
it. despite my heart-breaking efforts
to .nfect them with the miracle of the
thing. They didn't care two figs
about fairies and poetic imaginings,
but wires and bulbs and back drops
moved them to sincere enthusiasm.
Lois, I got fairly hysterical before
the end.
“The worst display of all. however,
came when w r e were in the foyer,
passing out. A dear, well-meaning,
motherly sou’, as pitiably behind the
times as I had been myself but a
short while before, accosted our
party
“Beaming on Rhoda's little golden
sernpn’s head, she said: ‘And wasn’t
it all just perfect, dear?'
“Rhoda regarded her gravely for a
moment—not shy. you know, merely
weighing her answer. Then, ‘With
one possible exception.’ she replied
courteously. I suppose, of course, you
noticed that the climax comes far too
early in the pi* ce!’
“Oh, Lois! Hand me that cat!”
By WILLIAM F KIRK.
T HARE was a new white hired gurl
calm to work at our house this
week. Ma sed wen she calm that
if she cud do the work satisfactory she
wild give her her hoard and $4 per
week. Gee, 1 wtah I cud he a hired gurl
fr matk that much munny.
The natm of the hlrd gurl Is Marie,
she's a Hwede Wen Ma called her Marie
she sed That is rite, my dear, so many
or the ladles 1 have worked for have
. ailed me Mary. I can’t bear to be called
Mary, she told Ma. Ft sounds rather
ordinary, she sed
F think Mary is a sweet naiin. sed
Ma, but if you want to be called Marie
we won’t quarl about that
Thank you, my dear, sed the hired
gut, A now we will talk over the house,
so each of us can know what duties to
expect from the other, she sed to Ma.
If you will pardon me while I remove my
wraps, she sed, I will not detain you
long, my dear Then she went out of the
room.
Well, sed Ma to Pa. what do you think
of that? She called me My dear! Such
tmpertinence, r suppose she will want to
go to the matt nay's with me. I newer
saw' anything like it in my life
She Was Pretty.
Oh, newer mind, sed Pa. She is reel
pritty and neat looking. & that My
dear simply means that she has a affeck-
shunate disposishtm. That la a point In
her favor.
Not to my way of thinking, sed Ma.
1 don’t employ servants to show thare
affeokshun. I want them to do the
housework. I wonder what boarding
school she went to.
Jest then Marie cairn back A herd
Ma’s last words, A she sed Oh, F pride
myself on my grammar. My mother was
through the grammar room In the pub
lic schools. & I cuddent say nothing un-
grammatic If I tried to, though I have
say a lot of domestics that killed the
English Iangwidge sumthing feerce. You
wud think thay was standing it up to
shoot it full of holes, she sed. Now, my
dear, let us look oaver the house.
You must not call me “My deer." sed
Ma to the new gurl.
It Is a kind of common expresshun, 1
admit, sed Marie. 1 got into the habit of
the last place wliare I was working.
The lady was rather common anyway.
She always called me gurlie & she a9ked
me to call her My dear bekaus she had
jest lost her husband & that was what
he always called her.
Well, sed Ma, you needn't bother call
ing me any pet names. Go ahedd now
and get the breakfast things ofT the ta-
. bel & wash everything up. I usually dust
j he parlor myself.
I think you hurt her feelings, sed Pa
! to Ma after Marie had went out Into the
.itchen. 1 am almost sure, sed Pa, that
i i noticed her lips quivering. You doant
| rr.een to say so, sed Ma. Well, you
needn't mind noticing her lips so. much.
Go along to the offis now & I will talk
are of my own servant without any
help or advice from you.
That nite wen Pa cairn hoam to dinner
’he first thing Pa sed was How is the
new servant?
Too Talkative.
1 guess she is going to be satisfactory,
sed Ma. She seems willing enuff & ples-
ant, but she is too talkativ. She has been
talking to me all the morning about Wil-
yum Faversham & John Barrymore &
Ohauncey Olcott. She asked me If I
dldent think Olcott was a grater actoi*
than Edwin Booth in his best days.
Well, sed Pa, 1 am glad to hear it,
beekaus she has a attraktiv personality
iv ought to be good company for us. The
dinner was pritty good and Marie only
called Ma My dear there times all the
evening. But after dinner, wen we was
in the living room, she cairn in & sat
down with Pa & Ma & me. This seems
to be a nice, cozy room, she sed. 1 al
ways like to feel at hoam ware I work.
Isent yure husband distinguished look
ing? she sed to Ma.
I guess he is, sed Ma, alt ho I don’t
reemember of anything that he ewer
did to distinguish hisself. Marie, she
sed, in the morning I will give you a
week’s wages & then you may go. I
am afrade you A I will never he grate
chums, Ma sed.
And Beyond That Curve Cleek Came to a Sudden Halt.”
By T. W KANSHAW.
Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
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China’s Newspapers
U P to 30 years ago hardly a sin
gle newspaper existed in Chi
na, while to-day as many as
twelve are published in Hongkong
alone, about twenty each In Canton
and Shanghai, and one or more In
every large city of the Interior. Wh»* iP
Chinese newspapers wej^ off ?mall
size formerly, and planted hardly
anything but local items, they now
contain an ever-increasing number of
business advertisements, including
those of European firms, and late
commercial, technical and foreign
news is also published. About twenty
periodicals are published in China in
English, French and German for the
benefit of the Europeans living there,
but they are all small papers with ono
exception
The Chinese are the greatest con
sumers of old newspapers in the
world. The official returns of the
custom house at Newchwang state
that that port alone in 1911 received
1,918 tons of old European newspa
pers, valued at $3,000,000.
It is not at first easy to discover to
what use so much obsolete news can
be put. However, we gather that the
middle class Chinese prefer newspa
per to the native variety as a cover
ing for their walls. It has a greater
power of resistance, and affords a
more effective barrier to the invasions
of the vermin that plague Chinese
houses.
Moreover, the natives are experts
at cutting out of the newspapers
waistcoats which they wear next to
the skin. These paper waistcoats are
said to be the best possible protection
against a sudden cold snap. In view
of these admirable uses to which
European newspapers may be put, it
is not surprising to learn that the
imports of 1911 show' a considerable
increase in weight.
She Knew!
The bishop was examining a class
of girls.
“What’s the best preparation for
entering the state of matrlmonv?”
“A little courting, sir,” was the re
ply of a simple-looking girl.
“Nothing, thank God, nothing! The
last 1 did hear he had gone on the
stage and taken up with some hor
rid creature, and the pair of them
were subsequently sent to prison for
enticing people to dreadful places,
and then drugging and robbing them.
But even that I heard from an out
side source; for my uncle never so
much as mentioned him. No, 1 know
nothing of him—nothing at all. In
fact, I’ve never seen him since he
was a boy. He never lived here, you
know; and until I came here, I knew
next to nothing of my uncle himself.
We were poor and lived In a auite
different town, my mother ana 1.
Uncle Septimus never came to see
us while my mother lived. He came
for the first tim«* when she was dead
and his son had gone away; and I
was so pool* and so friendless I was
glad to accept the home he offered.
No. Mr. Headland, 1 know' nothing
of Harry Norworth. I hope, for his
own sake, he is dead.”
Cleek made no reply. He sat for
a minute pinching his chin and star
ing at the carpet; then In* got up
suddenly and faced round in the di
rection of the little group at the
far end of the room.
“That’s all for the present,” he
said. “Mr. Narkom, Mr. Nippers—
get a light of some sort, please, and
let’s go out and have a look at those
footprints.”
III.
HE suggestion Was acted upon
Immediately—even Mrs. Arm-
royd joining In the descent upon
the portable lamps and filing out
with the rest into the "loom and
loneliness of the grounds; and Miss
Renfrew, finding that sh<- was likely
to be left alone In this house of hor
ror, rose quickly and hurried out with
them.
One step beyond the threshold
brought them within sight of the
T
famous Round House. Bulked against
the pale silver of a moonlit sky,
there ft stood—a grim, unlovely thing
of stone and steel wdth a trampled
flower bed encircling the base of it
and a man on guard—Constable Gor
ham.
“Lummy! I’d clean forgot him!”
exclaimed Mr. Nippers as he caught
sight of him. “And theef un be
keepin’ guard like 1 told un out here
in the grounds whiles weem bon
talkin’ comfortable inside. ’E do be
a chap for doin’ as heem tole, that
Gorham—yes. fegs!"
Nobody replied to him. All were
busily engaged in following the lead
of Scotland Yard, as represented by
Cleek and Mr. Narkom, and bearing
down on that huge stone tube within
whose circular walls a dead man sat
alone.
“Lonely post, this, constable,” said
Cleek, coming abreast of the silent
guard.
He Came to a Halt.
"Yp«. sir: very, sir. But dootys
dooty—and theer you he,” replied
Gorham, touching his helmet with his
finger; then, as the light from the
lamps fell full upon the speaker’s face
and Jet him see that it was no face lie
had ever seen in this district before,
his eyes widened with a puzzled stare
which never quite left them even
w'hen the entire group had passed on
and turned the curve of the Round
House wall.
And beyond that curve Cleek came
to a sudden halt. Here a curtalnless
window cut a rectangle of light in the
wall’s dark face and struck a glare on
the trunk and the boughs of a lime
tree directly opposite, and under that
window a trnmided’ fiow'er bed lay
with curious marks deep-sunk in the
soft, moist surface of it.
Cleek took the lamp from Mrs.
Armroyd’s hand and, bending, looked
at them closely. Mr. Nippers had not
exaggerated when he said that they
were .ill of twelve Inches in length,
nor was he far out when he declared
that they looked like the footprints
of some creature that was part ani
mal and part bird; for there they
were, with three huge clawlike pro
jections In front and' a solitary one
behind, and so like to the mark which
a gigantic bird could have made that
on* 1 might have said such a creature
had made them, only that it was im
possible for anything to fly that was
possessed of weight sufficient to drive
those huge footprints so deeply into
the earth as they were driven by the
mere walking of the thing. Claws and
the marks of scales, Mr. Nippers had
asserted, and—claw's and the maras
of scales the prints in the soft earth
showed.
“La! la!—the horror of them,” ex
claimed Mrs. Armroyd, putting up her
little hands and averting her face. “It
could kill and kill and kill—horses,
oxen; anything!—a c abominable
creature like that! What do you fig
ure it to have been, monsieur—souls
of the saints, what?”
“Blest if 1 know,” said Cleek. “Only,
of course, it couldn’t possibly be any
thing human; so we may put the idea
of the old chap having been killed by
anything of his kinu out of our minds
altogether. It is perfectly clear that
the creature—whatever it might be—
got in through the window there (you
9ee it is open) and killed him before
he could call out for help or strike a
blow In his own defense.*.’
“Eh. fegs! but window’s six foot up,
Mr. Headland, sir,’’ put in Nippers,
excitedly; “and hown a thing the
weight o’ that to flv in?"
“Didn't fly in, my friend,” replied
Cleek with an air of lofty superiority.
“Use your wits, man. Look here—•
see!”—going to it and tapping cer
tain abrasions uj>on the trunk—“here’s
where it peeled off the bark in climb
ing up. Lord, man! why, it’s as plain
as the nose on your face. Ten to one
we shall find the same sort of foot
prints when we go int^> the labora
tory—damp ones, you know, from the
moisture of the earth; and to make
sure, in case we do find ’em, let’s
measure the length of the things and
see. Got a tape measure with you?
No? Oh, well, lend me your hand
cuffs if you’ve got a pair with you,
and we t an manage a measurement
w'if*h those. Thanks, very much. Now'
then, let’s see. One, two, three, by
Jupiter—three fingers longer than
these things, chain and all. That’ll
do. Now then, let's go in and see.
Le-ad the way, Miss Renfrew, if you
will.”
She would—and did. Leading the
way back to the covered passage, she
opened a door in the side of it—a
door designed to let the inventor out
into the grounds without going
through the house, if he so desired—
and conducted thept to the laboratory,
leaving Constable Gorham to con
tinue his entry duty outside.
To Be Continued To-morrow.