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Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women
Sprightly Bessie Clayton Tells How Scientific Dancing Can Benefit Them
By MABEL HERBERT URNER
\HKRE'S the hand!"
Helen leaned farther out
the window, but a stone pro
jection from the adjoining building
shut off their view from , the avenue.
They could only see the paraders a*
they passed.
Below the street was lined with
people, and now there was a general
stir of expectancy as every one gazed
down the avenue at the first strains
of the approaching band.
“Wait, we’ll soil our gloves." and
Mrs Stevens spread a newspaper over
the dusty windowsill.
The music grew louder. Policemen
were pat roll ng the street to keep
hack the crowd on the curbing. The
great avenue was swept clear.
First came the horseback brigade,
sixteen women in black riding habits
with yellow pennants of "Votes for
Women." Then the standard bearers,
the grand marshal, the band—and the
parade was under way.
Helen’s first impression was that
the women marched w'ell—very well.
They carried themselves with con
scious dignity and an earnestness of
purpose The white gowns and yel
low regalia shone brilliantly in the
sunlight.
"Oh. I wish we could read the ban
ners," complained .Mrs. Stevens, for
they could see only the backs of the
banners as they passed. "I should
think they would letter them on both
sides.”
"Wonder what college this is.
murmured Helen, as a company of
women in black university gowns
and mortar-board caps marched by
with stately precision.
Well, we can’t tell anything if we
can t read the standards We really
could see better from the street.”
Helen Objects.
"Oh, but it’s much nicer up here."
protested Helen, who hated to be
jostled in a crowd. "I brought a paper
that gave the order of marching—
perhaps we can tell something by
that Here it is," turning to an
article headed:
"30.000 Women Will March To-day.
36 Bands in Procession.
Parade Forms at Washington Square
at 3 O'clock.
Pine of March Up Fifth Ave. to ”
Look, you’re missing this." inter
rupted Mrs. Stevens, as a great square
canvas lettered, "Votes for Women,
Victory 1915,’’ was carried fiat by half
a dozen women on each side.
Some one from an upper window
threw a handful of coppers on the
canvas. The crowd laughed, but the
women gazed serenely ahead. A hand
followed playing the French battle
hymn—"The Marseilles ' Then came
ii company In swinging step to the
music, carryinK many banners.
•Oh why don't they all wear
white.”' asked Helen. "They'd look
s.. much better In a regulation white
uniform.’'
What's doing?"
come nut of his private office, and
was now looking over their shoulders.
•■Oh. Fred, you’re missing it ALL,
rs Mrs. Stevens moved over for him
to ►it down beside her.
•Can’t come now. Hot to get off
pome letters, but I’ll be with you
when Curtis gets here."
Helen glanced at the clock. Warren
had promised to come up about 5
and they were all going out to din
ner together. She begged -him to
come earlier, but he had scoffed at
the idea of leaving his work for a
suffragette parade.
Warren Arrives.
However, it was not quite 4
when the door opened and W’arren
stalked in Helen greeted him joy
fully.
"Oh, dear. I'm so glad! I want you
to see it—it’s well worth while!’’
"Not much doing Saturday after
noon. so I thought I might as well
knock off. How do the damsels
look?" seating himself on the win
dow-sill beside Helen. "Those I saw
coming up seemed pretty well sea
soned.”
Were too high up to see their
fares.” said Mrs. Stevens.
"Well the farther away you are the
better they look. Seems to me they’d
march better if their skirts weren’t
so light."
"Now. denr, you’re NOT to say hor
rid things*.” reproved Helen. "It
really is a very wonderful parade
You can’t help but be impressed with
their dignity and earnestness."
1 shouldn’t say that woman in a
red skirt was exactly dignified,"
laughed Mr. Stevens "What would
you call that—a strut?”
"Look at this one over here." and
Warren pointed out an extremely
stout woman in an extremely tight
black dress. "She waddles French
heels, too! (’an you beat $t?”
Dear. I don’t think that’s at all
funny, and it’s certainly not nice for
you to try to pick out things to
ridicule Among 30,000 women some
of them may dress inappropriately,
but that doesn't affect the cause
they're marching for.’’
"Thirty thousand!” Warren’s tone
w as skeptical. “1*11 wager there won’t
be ten And why don’t they have
more bands? That’s the only part
of assy parade that’s worth while.
Ah, here we have the real thing!"
A band had burst into a lively air
just as It came in sight. Treading it
was a strutting, gold-laced drum
major twirling his baton.
A Big Crowd.
"He’s great," grinned Warren
“I’ve always been partial to drum
majors. They’re so blamed pompous
over nothing Wish he’d drop that
thing. I’d like to see him scurry
after it."
But the drum major gradually
flourished and tossed his baton with
out mishap, and Warren’s desire to
sec his dignity upset was not grat
ified.
"Wonder how* long they can tie
up these side streets?" asked Mr.
Stevens. "Just look over there."
As Mr. Stover's office was in a cor
ner building, they could see up the
cross street, which whs jammed with
stalled traffic. But no one seemed to
mind the delay. People were stand
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ing up in their cars, and some ha 1
climbed on the limousine tops and
were waving at the parader*
"There’s a sensible fellow.” Warn u
was looking down at the driver of a
huge beer truck, who had gone com
fortably to sleep on his seat.
"Oh, here are more college girls."
Helen leaned forward eagerly.
"There’s Vassar and Byrn Mawr,” .is
the breeze blew the flags so they could
read them. "l>on’t the'- march well?"
"Here comes the Sutherland Sis
ters,” scoffed Warren, as a group >f
young women, dressed ns flower girls
with long flowing hair, marched by.
"Well, they look a lot better without
hats.” commented Mr. Stevens. “From
the way most women wear their ha*s
Jammed down over their head, you’d
think they hadn’t any hair "
"Ah, this is more like It!" Warren
was ridiculing a woman marching in
a changeable silk dress that fairly
glittered In the sunlight.
"She’s got a new spring gown and
she’s going to wear It! Oh. I say.
now we ARE getting our money’s
worth," as next came a mounted com
pany. "I^ook how they sit hunched
up in their saddles! To-morrow we’ll
read about the ‘graceful riders on
their prancing steeds.’ Well,” with a
yawn, getting up from his seat on the
window-sill, "had about enough of
this?"
"Oh, no! No, denr. let’s not go yet,”
pleaded Helen. “It's really a very
wonderful demonstration. I’d like to
see It through."
‘What’s the matter with you? Ge‘-
ting converted to the cause? Thought
you were an anti?”
"You know I was never that,” in
dignantly. "I was simply neutral. 1
didn’t know anything about it—and 1
don’t know very much now. But ther
are enough fine, earnest women in
this parade to make me feel that J
should know more."
"The first symptoms," groaned War
run; "you'll huve it bad Suppose I’ll
soon be hearing of nothing but meet
ings. unions and the ’cause.' Let’s *fo
home and tie a ‘Votes for Women’ on
Pussy Purr-mew.”
But this sally Helen treated with
the lofty silence It deserved.
‘I’ve got my car around the corner,
if you want to go now," proposed Mr
Stevens.
Seeing It Through.
But both Helen and Mrs. Stevens
Insisted on seeing it through. So they
were left alone to watch the rest of
the parade undisturbed by Warren's
facetious comments, while he and Mr.
Stevens settled themselves in com
fortable chairs to smoke and talk
shop.
By this time the marching women
were both warm and tired, but their
enthusiasm had not wavered. Wearily
but earnestly they trudged along with
the same quiet dignity they had
evinced from the first.
‘You know what time it is?” finally
demanded Warren. 'Half-past five!
How much longer do you want to
hang out that window? If we’re going
tc that road house for dinner—we’d
better get started. I’d like some
nourishment pretty soon.
"All right, dear, I guess this is
about the end. Oh, I’m so glad we
came. I AM impressed. I do think it
was a VERY wonderful demonstra
tion!”
"I believe you made that remark
before,” said Warren dryly.
Mr. Stevens locked his desk while
Warren closed the windows, and they
all.went down the hall to the elevator
It was crowded with people who had
been seeing the parade from upper
offices. Every one was commenting
on the marchers.
"Well, they’re in earnest*—-and
they’ll get what they want.” was the
very audible comment of one man.
Warren made a grimace, hut ns
Helfn was crowded against him in
the elevator she w'hispered enthusias
tically:
"And I hope they’ll get It VERY
SOON’"
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By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
A'"
S you lazy?
the dancer. «
Bessie
says most
Clayton,
Ameri-
ran \vc
>men
are, and
tliat is
why w
e still
import our
supreme
success'
es In s
o many fields
of artls-
tic end'
eavor.
“Sure
■ess in
doing
your wo
•rk or in
merely
being
prop
erly hea
Ithy or
alluringly lovf
*ly de
mands <
“onKant,
A
AT
earnest, self-sacrificing effort,” said
the wonderful star who is twinkling
merry toes at the Colonial Theater in
New York this week.
"You simply don’t get anywhere
on the stage or in the world unless
you first make up your mind where
you want to go and then drive your
body so it goes. That impressed me
very forcibly during four glorious
weeks-' during which I danced with
Madam 0 Sarah Bernhardt in Paris
She will never get old because she Is
so dauntless; maybe you think she
has a right to sit bark now and think
about ail she has done. No sitting
back for her—she is going right on.
That i8 the spirit that makes women
great artiste. And it gives them good,
healthy bodies—clean and strong—as
the first step toward beauty.
"Not many of us ran take all the
steps to beauty just because we hap
pen to want to, hut I guess any one
who is not lazy can manage to take
Sugar From Sawdust
I N the course of a paper read
before the Royal Society of Arts
Mr. A. Zimmerman described a
process by which sugar might be
manufactured from sawdust.
In Its natural state, he pointed out,
wood contains no sugar, but when
sawdust has been subjected in closed
retorts to digestion with a weak sul
phurous acid solution tinder pressure
of six to seven atmospheres, a very
remarkable transmutation takes place,
as much as 25 per cent of the mate
rial being converted into sugar. In
this Mr Zimmerman claims thM we
have a valuable feeding stuff for
horses, cattle and sheep.
Draught horses, in whose daily ra
tion four pounds of "saoohulose-mo-
lasses" were substituted for four
pounds of oats, were kept under ob
servation for seven months, and were
all found to have increased in weight,
while a colt, which was In so weak a
condition that veterinary surgeons
advised Its destruction, put on 250
pounds In six months, and now is In
excellent condition.
The food has also been tried in a
large Durham colliery, with the result
that It kept the pit ponies and horses
in good and hard condition Many
other uses, it was suggested, would
be found for this converted wood—
for example, in the manufacture of
explosives, of margarine, of synthetic
rubber, and. In virtue of its charac
teristics as a non-conductor of heat,
as packing for refrigerators, incuba
Which?
After the third addition to the fam
ily it became necessary to secure the
services of a permanent nurse.
"Now. my husband is very particu
lar whom I engage as a nurse." said
the mistress to a girl who had applied
for the position “He wishes me to
go into the most minute details about
your qualifications. Do you know how
to prepare food? Can you sew and
mend? Do you mind sitting up late
at night? Are you faithful and de
voted. and have you a kind, loving
disposition? Will you—”
"Excuse me. ma’am; am I to take
care of the baby or your husband?”
replied the girl.
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| WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, Infringe and Love
“Dancing gives a firm body and
a clear white skin.”
one step. After that they come right
along pretty naturally.”
"You sound like an athlete in train
ing,” 1 remarked.
"That is just what a dancer Is.
No alcoholic drinks of any sort are
allowed—but there are alcoohol rubs.
Then there Is a whole system of
massage, bandaging and baths.
"IViat is the physical part of being
a dancer, and it has a reward beyond
the ability to dance-.it gives a sound
body and Arm white skin. Are not
they worth any woman's trying for,
even at a little sacrifice of food and
drhtk and any pleasure that even
verges on dissipation?”
They are. indeed, for Miss Clayton's
smooth white dimpled wrist, and the
Arm white flesh of arms, legs and
throat bespeak a health and vigor
that are charming to eye and mind
alike. And health and vigor are a
big first step toward beauty,
"No sweets on your menu. 1 notice.
Is that because you consider them
Injurious? It can't he that with all
your violent exercise in dancing you
have to consider warding off the
white woman's burden—fat."
“A little of both," said Miss Clay
ton. “Dancing does not keep me thin
—it keeps me too well to become
anemic or run down—and fat I dare
not get. If a few extra pounds make
their appearance, hot baths at night
will do wonders; really they just fair
ly melt the fat off. I recommend a
fifteen or twenty minute hot bath
each night to the woman who wants
to reduce with comfort and ease."
"You have been railed the Amer
ican Genre—what do you think of the
title?" I ventured Into these new
fields of questioning boldly.
"My dancing." said the earnest
womiin before me seriously. "Is not
just a gentle art—it Is athletics, too
You see one must study one's public.
In all forms of beauty and of en
deavor the American public likes fire
—ginger—dash—go; call it what you
will And if anything American is to
be beautiful It must be in an Ameri
can way. No girl is any prettier for
trying to look like some one else. And
my dancing must be mine—and Amer
ican.
"And tf you like a clear skin and
bright eves, and Arm healthv flesh
better than you do goodies and dissi
pation and laziness, you can have
them 1 really know more about
dancing steps than steps to beauty,
you see. But I think the road to suc
cess in ambition, whether it 1s to be
a pretty picture or a moving picture,
is to work." Miss Clayton laughed
infectiously, and 1 decided that her
sign-posts to success were well worth
noting.
“Dancing is not just a gentle
• art; it is athletics, too.”
Up-to-Date
Jokes
TalcumPom/er
He'd Stick to It.
Baker—I was out in Blakeley s mo-
tor last week. He has everything in
it, even a pedometer.
Barker—You mean speedometer,
‘old man. A pedometer is an instru
ment for measuring how far you
I walk.
j Baker—A1 right; I’ll stick to pe
dometer.
Items of Interest
Cucumbers were introduced into
• England from Holland four centuries
; ago.
| Rice forms the principal artii e of
j food of about a third of the human
' race.
Because he had been a naughty lit
tle boy—a very naughty little boy—
he was sent to bed without any pud
ding. But in the evening, when his
brothers and sisters all were fast
asleep, he crept downstairs, a tearful
little white-robed figure, and, going
into the library, said to his mother:
“Mummy, you told me never to go
to sleep till I’d made peace with my
enemies; so I’ve come down to for
give you and daddy for being so rude
to me at dinner to-night.”
When the Czar of Russia proposed
a disarmament of the nations, the
ever alert Mr. Stead wrote to Mark
Twain for his opinion on the pro
posal. He got it:
"Dear Mr. Stead—The Czar is ready
to disarm. I am ready to disarm.
Collect the others. It should not be
much of a task now.—Mark Twain.”
"It did Jack no good to marry his
stenographer, for she continued the
habit of the office in their home.”
"How so?”
"When he starts to dictate she
takes him down.”
Teacher—When did Charles I make
his greatest mistake?
Bright Scholar—The time he lost
his head. *
‘The road to ambition is to
work, and work hard.”
Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
GO BACK HOME.
D ear miss Fairfax:
Am 23 years of age and have
been going with a man 15 years
my senior for over three years.
I have had a quarrel on his ac
count and have left home. He
won’t marry me because he
doesn’t care to marry now, that
being his reason. We are of dif
ferent religion. Z. E.
You made a grave mistake whm
you left home on his account, which
you must rectify by returning horn-?
at once.
He is 38; he has known you three
years; he says he doesn’t care to mar
ry now. It seems to me he doesn t
care to ever marry you, and that you
are sacrificing yourself in vain.
TIME WILL TELL.
D ear miss Fairfax:
I met a young gentleman
some time ago; whom 1 seem to
care for very much. Now, this
gentleman calls at my home and
also takes me out, but I do not
know whether he cares for me or
not. How could I find out?
ANXIOUS.
Why try to force matters? Let the
man tell his love in his own time
and way, and in the meantime find
some assurance that he is learning to
love you in his devotion to you.
They Certainly Do!
Gabe—Why do they say that the
ghost walks on payday?
Steve—Because that’s the day our
spirits rise.
Copyright. 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com
pany. The play "Within the Law" is
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novelization of it is published by his
permission. The American Play Com
pany is the sole proprietor of the ex
clusive rights of the representation
and performance of "Within the Law"
in all languages.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
TO 1 )AY S I N'STAELM ENT.
CHAPTER XI.
The Thief.
Mary remained in joyous spirits
after her victorious matching of
brains against a lawyer of high
standing in his profession. For the
time being, conscience was muted by
gratified ambition. Her thoughts just
then were far from the miseries of
the past, with their evil train of con
sequences in the present. But that
past was soon to be recalled to her
with a vividness most terrible.
She had entered the telephone
booth, which she had caused to he
installed out of an extra closet of her
bedroom for the sake of greater priv
acy on occasion, and it was during
her absence from the drawing room
that Garson again came into the
apartment, seeking her. On being
told by Aggie as to Mary’s where
abouts, he set down to await her re
turn, listening without much inter
est to the chatter of the adventuress.
* * * It was just then that the
maid appeared.
"There’s a girl wants to see Miss
Turner,” she explained.
The irrepressible Aggie put on her
most flnically elegant air.
"Has she a card?” she inquired
haughtily, while the maid tittered ap
preciation.
"No," was the answer. J'But she
says it's important. I guess the poor
thing’s in hard luck, from the look
of her," the kindly Fannie added.
"Oh, then she’ll be welcome, of
course," Aggie declared, pnd Garson
nodded in acquiescence. "Tell her
to come in and wait. Fannie. Miss
Turner will be here right away." She
turned to Garson as the maid left the
room. "Mary sure is an easy boob,”
she remarked, cheerfully. “Bless her
soft heart!”
The Girl Appears.
A curiously gentle smile of appre
ciation softened the immobility of
the forger’s face as he again nodded
assent.
‘We might just as well pipe off the
skirt before Mary gets here," Aggie
suggested, with eagerness.
A minute later, a girl perhaps 20
years of age, stepped just within the
doorway, and stood there with eyes
downcast, after one swift, furtive
glance about her. Her whole ap
pearance was that of dejection. Her
soiled black gown, the cringing pos
ture, the pallor of her face, proclaim
ed the abject misery of her state.
Aggie, who was not exuberant in
her sympathies for any one other
than herself, addressed the newcomer
with a patronizing inflection, modu
lated in her best manner.
'Won’t you come in, please?” she
requested.
The shrinking girl shot another
veiled look in the direction of the
speaker.
"Are you Miss Turner?” she asked,
in a voice -broken by nervous dismay.
"Really, I am sorry,” Aggie replied,
primly, "but I am only her cousin,
Miss Agnes Lynch. But Miss Turner
is likely to be back any minute now."
"Can I wait?’’ came the timid ques
tion.
"Certainly," Aggie answered, hos
pitably. “Please sit down.”
As the girl obediently sank down on
the nearest chair, Garson addressed
her sharply, so that the visitor started
uneasily at the unexpected sound.
"You don*t know Miss Turner?”
“No,” came the faint reply.
"Then, what do you want to see
her about?”
Ag-gie .Catches Herself.
There was a brief pause before the
girl could pluck up courage enough
for an answer. Then, it was spoken
confusedly, almost in a whisper.
“She once helped a girl friend of
mine, and I thought—I thought ’’
"You thought she might help you,"
Garson interrupted.
But Aggie, too, possessed some per
ceptive powers, despite the fact that
she preferred to use them little in
ordinary affairs.
"You have been in the stir—prison.
I mean.” She hastily corrected the
lapse into underworld slang.
Cache a distressed muttering of
assent from the girl.
"How sad!" Aggie remarked, in a
voice of shocked pity for one so in
conceivably unfortunate. "How very,
very sad!”
This ingenuous method of diversion
was put to an end by the entrance of
Mary, who stopped short on seeing
the limp figure huddled in the chair.
"A visitor, Agnes?" she inquired.
At the sound of her voice, and be
fore Aggie could hit on a fittingly ele
gant form of reply, the girl looked up.
And now, for the first time, she spoke
with some degree of energy, albeit
there was a sinister undertone in the
husky voice.
"You’re Miss Turner?” she ques
tioned.
"Yes,” Mary said, simply. Her
words rang kindly; and she smiled
encouragement. m
A gasp burst from the white lips of
the girl, and she cowered as one
stricken physically.
"Mary Turner! Oh, my God! I-r-”
She hid her face within her arms and
sat bent until her head rested on her
knees in an abasement of misery.
Vaguely startled by the hysterical
outburst from the girl. Mary’s imme
diate thought was that here was a
pitiful instance of one suffering from
starvation.
“Joe," she directed rapidly, "have
Fannie bring a glass of milk with an
egg and a little brandy in it, right
away.”
The girl in the chair was shaking
soundlessly under the stress of her
«motions. A few' disjointed phrases
fell from her quivering lips.
“I didn’t know—oh. I couldn’t!”
"Don’t try to talk just now," Mary
warned, reassuringly. "Wait until
you’ve had something to eat.”
Aggie, who had observed develop
ments closely. now r lifted her voice in
tardy lamentations over her own stu
pidity. There was no affectation of
the fine lady in her self-reproach.
“Why, the poor gawk’s hungry!”
she exclaimed. “And I never got the
dope on her. Ain’t I the simp!’’
The girl regained a degree of self-
control. and showed something of for
lorn dignity.
“She Would Come.”
“Yes.” she said dully, "I’m starv
ing.”
Mary regarded the afflicted crea
ture with that sympathy born only
of experience.
"Yes,” she said softly, "I under
stand." Then she spoke to Aggie.
“Take her to my room, and let her
rest there for a while Have her
drink the egg arid milk slowly, and
then lie down for a few minutes any
how."
Aggie obeyed with air of bus
tling activity.
“Sure, I will!” she declared. She
went to the girl and helped her to
stand up. “Weil fix you out all right,”
she said, comfortingly. "Come along
with me. * * * Hungry! Gee, but
that’s tough!”
Half an hour afterward, while Mary
w r as at her desk, giving part of her
attention to Joe Garson. who sat near,
and part to a rather formidable pile
of neatly arranged papers, Aggie re
ported with her charge, who, though
still shambling of gait, and stooping,
showed by some faint color in her
face and an increased steadiness of
bearing that the food had already
strengthened her much.
"She would come,” Aggie explained,
"I thought she ought to rest for a
while longer anyhow.” She half-
shoved the girl into a chair opposite
the desk, in an absurd travesty on
the maternal manner.
“I’m all right, I tell you,” came the
querulous protest.
Whereupon Aggie gave over the un
congenial task of mothering and set
tled herself ■comfortably in a chair,
with her legs merely crossed as a
compromise between ease and pro
priety.
"Are you quite sure?” Mary said to
the girl. And then, as the other
nodded in assent, she spoke with a
compelling kindliness. "Then you
must tell us all about it—this trou
ble of yours, you know’. What Is your
name?”
Once again the girl had recourse to
the swift, searching, furtive glance,
but her voice was colorless as she re
plied, listlessly:
"Helen Morris.”
Mary regarded the girl with an ex
pression that was inscrutable when
she spoke again.
"I don’t have to ask if you have
been in prison," she said gravely.
"Your face shows it.”
"—I came out—three months ago,”
was the halting admission.
Mary watched the shrinking figure
reflectively for a long minute before
she spoke again. Then there was a
deeper resonance in her voice.
"And you’d made up your mind to
go straight?"
"Yes.” The word was a whisper.
"You were going to do what the
chaplain had told you," Mary went on
in a voice vibrant with varied emo
tions. "You were going to start all
over again, weren’t you? You were
going to begin a new life, weren’t*'
you?” The bent head of the girl ben*
still lower In assent. There came a
cynical note in Mary’s utterance now.
"It doesn’t work very well, does it?"
she asked bitterly.
The girl gave sullen agreement.
"No,” she said dully, “I'm whipped.”
Mary’s manner changed on the in
stant. She spoke cheerfully for the
first time.
"Well, then,” she questioned, “how
would you like to work with us?"
The girl looked for a second with
another of her fleeting, stealthy
glances.
"You—you mean that——?**
Mary explained her intention in the
matter very explicitly. Her voice
grew boastful.
"Our kind of work pays well when
you know how. Look at us.”
Aggie welcomed the opportunity
for speech, too long delayed.
"Hats from Joseph's, gowns from
Lucile’s, and cracked ice from Tif
fany’s. But it ain't ladylike to wear
it,” she concluded with a reproachful
glance at her mentor.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
By LILLIAN LAUFFERTY.
The way of a man with a maid:
"You can’t argots about that because
you don’t understand It.”
"Explain It."
“Then you’d argue about It.”
...
A downpour exhausts itself quick
ly—a drizzle spends Itself slowly; but
in the course of Nature they both
end. A Mad Passion and a Platonic
Friendship both go the way of all Na
ture!
His Past Record.
Political Candidate—Well, did you
discover anything in Stump’s past life
that we can use against him?
Detective—Not a thing. All he ever
did before he came here was to sell
awnings.
Political Boss— “Why, that’s just what
we want. We’ll say that he has been
mixed up in some decidedly shady trans
actions.
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Jack's Front Doorbell.
The proudest day in old Farmer Gile’s
life had dawned. Dressed in his Sun
day best, he took the train to ^Boston
to visit his sailor son.
And, although the train journey was
his first, its excitements paled before
the vision of the huge floating sailors’
homes he saw in the harbor.
Timidly he approached the side of the
gigantic waterway leviathan which had
his son on hoard, and. as he took hold
of the hanging ropes to assist himself
on deck, he was more than surprised to
hear a dreadful clanging of bells.
This clamor was merely the sounding
of eight bells to denote the time of day;
but old Farmer Giles, seeing an officer
in the distance, waddled up and accost
ed him. remarking apologetically:
"Good-day. sir! I’ve come to see my
son. Jack: but, 'pon my soul, sir, 1
didn't meau to ring so loud!”
Facts in Nature
CV)R centuries ; t has been known that Nature’s most valuable health giv- V
* * ing agents for the cure of disease are found in our American forests.
Over forty years ago Dr. R. V. PiercO| chief consulting physician to the Invalids’
Hotel and Surgical Institute at Buffal<f, N.Y., used the powdered extracts as well as
the liquid extracts of native medicinal plants, such as Bloodroot and Queen’s root,
Golden Seal and Stone root. Cherry bark and Mandrake. for the cure of blood
diseases. This prescription as put up in liquid form was called
DR. PIERCE’S
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W and has enjoyed a large sale for all these years in every drug store in the fStf
land. You can now obtain the powdered extract in sugar-coated tablet form of ^*7
*your medicine dealer, or send 60c in one-cent postage stamps for trial box to^
Dr. Pierce * Invalids’ Hotel, Buffalo, N.Y., and tablets will be mailed, postage prepaid, f
The “Golden Medical Discovery” makes rich, red blood, invigorates the
stomach, liver and bowels and through them the whole system. Skin
affections, blotches, boils, pimples and eruptions—result of bad blood
—are eradicated by this alterative extract—as thousands have testified.
Send 31 one-cent stamps to pay cost of mailing only on a free copv of Dr. ;
— Pierce’s Common Sense Medical Adviser, 1008 pages, clothbound /
ADDRESS DR. R. V. PIERCE, BUFFALO, N. Y.
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