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The Deadliest
Midsummer Confections * By olivette
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Snap Shots
Weapon of All
A Charming Day Dress and a Magnificent Evening Gown
Rule |
Being the Song of the Babe That YOU Love
By LILLIAN LAUFERTY.
Sing a song o' Spring-time, or sing a
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
Copyright 1913, by Star Company.
T HERE are cominendably strict law?
In our land against the India-
crlmlnate carrying of deadly
weapons.
Children and youth* are restricted In
their use of pistols and knives.
To purchase poisons requires a physi
cian's prescription or personal identifl
cation. But there Is a deadly weapon
which jeopardises the health, reason and
morality of young and old. yet which j
seems to he easily procured of any drug
gist, by any youth, girl, or stranger, a-s
a “box of chocolate drops, or a glass of
soda
This more than deadly Instrument Is
the hypodermic needle
It Is a surgeon's Instrument, and of
greet* value to the world In the hands
at skilled specialists It often relieves
otherwise unbearable agonies of the sick
and dying
But even In the hands of the. doctor It
is a menace to the health and absolute
reason of patients unless the mind of
the physician Is well poised, and his
sense of responsibility fully awake.
But how terrible becomes this delicate
and Inexpensive weapon when it falls
Into the possession of a weak-willed j
youth, or a young girl, or a despondent j
man or woman who has become discour
aged by illness or sorrow or misfortune
and seeks temporary relief from mental
or physical pain through the needle
point!
The result Is far worse than sudden
or early death, for the loss of the physi
cal body must eventually oome In the
process of the evolution of the soul in
Its progress to other planes. But the
loss of the WILL. Is the direst disaster
which can befall a human being.
The will Is the divine power which
links each soul to the Great Source of
Being
Suicide of the Soul.
Through the development of the will
and a consciousness of Its relation to
Omnipotence, man enters Into his own
kingdom, and finds power, plenty and
peace awaiting him. When the will Is
weakened and strength Impaired by the
infection of a slow poison into the
veins the cardinal sin of murder i» com
mitted—murder of the real self! Suicide
of the soul.
The victim and criminal In one does
not die soon ns a result of his crime.
He lives on and on—a mere body, from
which the divine being of self, by will,
has been ejected at the point of the
hypodermic needle.
Every weakness, every tendency to
vice, sloth and indolence, is increased:
every aspiration Is slain; every ambition i
crippled; every venture menaced. Yet In
view of all these incontrovertible facts
no law exists (or If it exists it Is not
enforced) to protect the young, the igno
rant or the impressionable from the pur
chase and use of this Instrument.
It would appall the parents of the
land If they knew to what extent the
deadly weapon Is employed.
Good people who are waging worthy
war against drink, cigarettes and social
sins, would be amased if they knew that
in their own circle, ofttimes In thoir own
families, the poor victims of the hypo -
dermis needle were dwelling, and that
n<> voice and no law forbade the ac
cursed habit or render It difficult to ac
quire.
Why Not Protect?
We have Innumerable Institutions
dowered by generous philanthropists for
the cure of these victims. But why do j
we not rise In united strength and pass 1
and enforce with untiring vigilance laws
to PROTECT the young, the ill, the !
weak, from needing treatment in these
cures?
Away with the accursed needle from
our chemists “open shop.” Let the use
of it require as great authority as the
use of the surgeon’s knife, or the ad
ministration of cholorofortn or ether.
In the hands of a wise, kind, large- I
minded, skilled specialist, it may serve ,
a holy purpose of mercy.
In the hands of the unlnstructed, it is j
the devil’s tool.
Keep It away from such hands
“E
ATING used to be one of the
pleasures of life at our
house,” said the law student.
"When the dinner bell rang, we all
used to make a rush for the tabl-*
and just eat and talk and enjoy our
selves. Hut it is different now. Eat
ing has become a very serious mattei.
My sister has entered a school of do
mestic science.
"We have always had plenty of
knives, forks and spoons at our house,
and we always supposed that we
knew how to use them. When we
went out to dinner we almost always
made our quota of silver last to the
end. in fact, we thought we were
pretty well bred at the table. We
certainly did not think we acted like
heathen. But sister, after the second
lesson at the domestic science school,
Informed us that we did.
"It now requires more of an effort
just to sit down correctly and get
one’s napkin opened properly than we
formerly devoted to the welfare of
our immortal souls. One’s troubles
really begin with the soup, .which
must be dipped with just the proper
form. You have to remember that it
is not fair getting a HacKenschmidt
hold on the plate in an attempt to
secure the last dregs. You must get
the last dregs, but you must get them
without any rough work.
"And then the olives—look out for
trouble with them. We used to just
eat olives—oh. happy days! Olivos
must be placed in the mouth in their
entirety and either sucked or swal
lowed. The rules are indefinite as to
the proper disposition of the stones,
which is embarrassing, especially if
one is fond of olive9, and the stones
begin to accomulate in one’s mouth.
"Conversation between hostess and
guest must be carried on according to
a set formula, as rigid as in bridge.
For instance, the hostess must never
ask if you will have some more cof
fee. thus intimating that vou have al
ready had your share, or, at least,
some. This is a grave error. She
must ask: ‘Won’t you have some
warm coffee?’
‘The teacher at the domestic sci
ence school says it is worth while
know the rules-just for the satis
faction of it. When your social riva’.
invites you to dinner, you can see if
the knives and forks are set accord
ing to Hoyle and sniff a derisive sniff
or two if they are not. This is very
satisfying, especially If your sociai
rival has more cut glass than you, or
is rather outshining you in the elab
orateness of her dinner.”
By JAMES J. MONTAGUE.
O H, HO! you little Failure, with the funny, wrinkling nose,I
You well may lie there and pretend to count your shell-
pink toes.
You well may seem to hear with scorn the other babies’ jeers
At words—oh, cruel, cutting words—that ought to burn your
ears.
What right have you to glug and coo with infantile content
When all the Judge has given you is sixty-five per cent.
Y OUR folded neck is far too fat. your dimples much too deep.
Your legs look sadly pudgy when you feebly try to creep;
Your eyes are not eliptical, they’re just big, round, blue dots.
The filmy fuzz you think is hair is all worn off in spots.
And yet you smiled, and even laughed, when the committee
came
To list your imperfections—have you got no sense of shame?
Y OU ought to know how much you lack in a perfect baby’s
points,
You ought to blush when you behold your foolish, wabbly
joints. '
You ought to count your chalky teeth—look out, they’re sharp
and rough—
And realize that for your age you haven’t half enough.
And yet you jab what few you have’with that red, curious
tongue.
And do not seem to care at all—so callous! And so young 1
It a*»
A FAILURE! Sixty-five per cent! And yet your chubby arms
You reach out to your mother, just as if your baby charms
Still had the power to call her, as they did when, wan and pale,
She first beheld your tiny form—nor dreamed that vou would
Fail!
Well, who knows but you may be right? Perhaps in her dim
eyes
You’re just as perfect as you were before you lost the Prize 1
song o’ Fall;
You’ll have to sing because it’s
Spring-
Bright days, sweet nights will lure and
call;
The world takes anything at all
And tosses It with joysome fling—oh,
yes, all life must have its fling—
And birds and broods and poets sing,
because ’tis Spring!
* * *
A lady is a woman who always re
members others and never forgets her
self. C. D. GIBSON.
• * *
“Why did she love him?”
Curious fool, be still!
Is human love *
The growth of human will?
—BYRON./
• * •
The naked truth offends the most
sacred prejudices of society.
a «i •
Away, away from men and towns
To the wildwood and the downs,
To the silent wilderness.
Where the soul need not repress
It’s music lest it should not find
An echo in another’s mind; 1
While the touch of nature’s art
Harmonizes heart to heart.
—SHELLEY.
* * •
Maiden Musing*.
The object of love may be eternal and
everlasting—but the subject changes
with pretty great frequency!
After you have toiled up a long, steep
hill in the pursuit of joy. it is rather
startling to find yourself coming down
in one long, swift glide.
Memory is a queer creature. You
never can tell what pebble she will
choose from among the treasures on the
shore of life to enshrine among her
priceless possessions.
* * *
They who wait no gifts from chance
have conquered fate.
—BROWNING.
A Familiar Tune.
A T a Christmas gathering at the house
of an intimate friend a certain bish
op was jocularly’ invited by the hostess
to sing. He declined, saying that the
following incident would fully indicate
what were his talents in the realms of
music;
He was once journeying through Pal
estine, in company with a very close
acquaintance, and one evening, after he
and his friend, who shared the tent with
him, had retired to rest, the bishop
began humming an old tune with plenty
of runs and repetition. His companion
joined in, and the two started a verse
of a well-known hymn.
Before the verse was ended a donftfv
just outside the tent brayed as only*a ••
donkey in the East can bray, and gave
vent to the noise with the utmost extept
of the lung power that he possessed
While the hills of Judea were sending
back the echoes of this most untimely
performance, the Arab dragoman, or
guide, put his head inside the tent, and,
apologizing for his donkey’, said:
“Ha, you sing one tune he tink he
know!”
J EWELS and sequins are coming into their
own again.. This graceful evening gown
in the right hand picture with its jeweled over
dress produces the slender silhouette so much
in vogue.
The foundation is of soft hued crepe char-
meuse, and the opalescent overdress is sewn on
durable net.
In midsummer the shops have sales of net
robes and tunics at prices far lower than the
midseason terms. A small dress pattern of pale
pink or blue or creamy crepe charmeuse and a
dainty tunic will prepare you for an evening
gown for next season that, will look very chic
and elegant and cost very little.
Cool and dainty is other frock for midsum
mer wear. A soft crepe that launders easily
and docs not crush is the most practical ma
terial in which to develop it.
Almost any woman can carry out the em
broidered design of marguerites with outline
sketch scrolls, “all-over" dots and eyelets.
The lace insets of inch-wide Irish may be
dispensed with in favor of a cheaper lace—
Maltere for instance. But the five tiny drap
ing tucks with ball buttons of Irish lace at
their centers are a very important feature in
making this model slightly “different.”
The button “motif” is carried out on blouse
and upper skirt front, too.
, HOOSING a Wife is a compar-
I atively easy matter,” said the
^ young man in the new suit.
"Choosing a suit of clothes is a more
serious and difficult affair.
"When you buy a tailor-made suit you
have no way of knowing what the cloth
will look like when it is made up, and
it will surprise you greatly. But you
darkly suspect that rough goods will get
glisteny and fuzzy goods will lose its
fuzz.
"A ready-made suit is worse. You
have to take a plum-colored suit to get
a fit. and you know very well that your
red head will look entirely too sympa
thetic if worn with a plum-colored suit.
But you do want a fit. .
" ‘Isn’t that coat fine on those shoul
ders?' says the clerk. You do not an
swer. The symphony in colors has par
alyzed you!
"Gee! You didn’t know you looked
I Up-to-Date
Jokes
WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, Infringe and Love
Some little girls were boasting of their
respective families They had passed !
from clothes to personal appearance, and !
finally came to parental dignity. The
minister's little girl boasted:
"Every package that comes for my
ym&n. is marked ‘D.D ’
"And every package that comes for
daddy is marked M.D ’ ” retorted
the daughter of the physician.
Then followed a look of contempt from
the youngest of the party. "Huh!” she
exclaimed, "that’s nothing; every pack
age that comes to our house has three
letters on it—*C. O. D.’ ’’
• • •
"I have such an Indulgent husband,”
said little Mrs. Doll.
"Yes, so George says," responded Mrs.
Spiteful. "Sometimes indulges a little
too much, doesn't he?”
• • •
Parson—Why do you persist in drink
ing more than is good for you?
Toper—To drovrn my sorrow-.
Parson—And do you succeed?
Toper (sadly)—No—they can swim.
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copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
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By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
TO- D AY' S IN S T A L L ME N T.
There throbbed in her heart tor
menting realization that there were
in life possibilities infinitely more
splendid than the joy of vengeance.
She would not confess the truth even
to her inmost soul, but the truth was
there, and set her a-tremble with
vague fears. Nevertheless, because
she was in perfect health, and was
much fatigued, her introspection did
not avail to keep her awake, and
within three minutes from the time
sh*- i,i\ dotrt) she wii blliifuDy un
conscious of all things, both the evil
and the good, revenge and love.
The Inspector Calls.
She had slept, perhaps, a half-
hour. when Fannie awakened her.
It’s a man named Burke,” she ex
plained. as her mistress lay blink
ing. “And there’s another man with
him. They said they must see you."
By this time, Mary was wide awake,
for the name of Burke, the police
inspector, was enough to startle her
out of drowsiness.
Bring them in. in five minutes,"
she directed.
She got up, slipped into a tea
gown, bathed her eyes in cologne,
dressed her hair a little, and went
into the drawing room, where the
two men had been waiting for some
thing more than a quarter of an hour
—to the violent indignation of both.
"Oh, here you are, at last!" the big.
burly man cried as she entered. The
whole air of him. though he was in
civilian's clothes, proclaimed the po
liceman.
"Yes, inspector,” - Mary replied
pleasantly, as she advanced into the
room. She gave a glance toward the
other visitor, who was of a slenderer
form, with a thin, keen face, and
recognized him instantly as I)emar-
est, who had taken part against her
as the lawyer for the store at the
time of her trial, and who was now
holding the office of District Attor
ney. She went to the chair at the
ib\sk, and seated herself in a leis
urely fashion that increased the in
dignation of the fuming inspector.
She did not trouble to ask her self-
invited guests to sit.
"To whom do I owe the pleasure of
this visit, inspector?” she remarked
coolly. It was noticeable that she said
whom and not what, as if she under
stood perfectly that the influence of
some person brought him on this er
rand.
"I have come to have a few quiet
words with you.” the inspector de
clared. In a mighty voice that set
the globes of the chandeliers a-quiver.
Mary disregarded him. and turned to
the other man.
"How do you do. Mr. Demarest?”
she said, evenly “It's four years since
we met, and they've made you Dis
trict Attorney since then. Allow me
to congratulate you.”
Demarest’s keen face took on an
expression of perplexity.
"I’m puzzled.” he confessed. "There
Is something familiar, somehow, about
you, and yet ” He scrutinized ap
preciatively the loveliness of the girl
with her classically beautiful face
that was still Individual in its charm,
the slim graces of the tall, lissome
form. "I should have remembered
you. I don’t understand it."
“You Are the Girl.”
"Can’t you guess?” Mary ques
tioned. somberly. “Search your mem
ory. Mr. Demarest.”
Of a sudden, the face of the District
Attorney lightened.
"Why,” he exclaimed, "you are—it
can’t be—yes—you are the girl, you’re
Uie Mary Turner whom I—oh, I know
you now.”
There was an enigmatic smllf
bending the scarlet lips as she an
swered.
"I'm the girl you mean. Mr. Demar
est, but, for the rest, you don’t know
me—not at ail.”
The burly figure of the inspector of
police, which had loomed motionless
during this colloquy, now advanced a
step, and the big voice boomed
threatening. It was very rough and
weighted with authority.
“Young woman.’’ Burke said, per
emptorily, “the Twentieth Century
Limited leaves Grand Central Station
at 4 o’clock. It arrives in Chicago at
8:55 to-morrow morning." He pulled
a massive gold watch from his waist
coat pocket, glanced at It, thrust it
back, and concluded ponderously:
“You will juet about have time to
catch that train."
"Working for the New York Cen
tral now?” sh«* asked blandly.
The jibe made the inspector fu
rious.
' I’m working for the good of New
York City,” he answered venomously.
Mary let a ripple of cadenced
laughter escape her. »
“Since when?” she questioned.
A little smile twisted the lips oi
the District Attorney, but he caught
himself quickly, and spoke with stern
gravity.
Burke Disdained a Chair.
"Miss Turner. I think you will find
that a different tone will serve you
better.”
"Oh. let her talk," Burke inter
jected angrily. “YShe's only got a few
minutes, anyway.”
"Very well, then." she said genially,
“let us be comfortable during that lit
tle period.” She made a gesture of
invitation toward chairs, which Burke
disdained to accept; but Demarest
seated himself.
"You’d better be packing your
trunk.” the inspector rumbled.
“But why?” Mary' Inquired, with a
tantalizing assumption of innocence.
"I’m not going away.”
"On the Twentieth Century Lim
ited, this afternoon,” the inspector
declared, in a voice of growing wrath.
“Oh dear, no!” Mary’s assertion
was made very quietly, but with an
underlying firmness that irritated the
official bey’ond endurance.
"1 say yes!” The answer was a bel
low.
Mary appeared distressed, not
frightened. Her words were an
Ironic protest against the man’s ob
streperous noisiness, no more.
“1 thought you wanted quiet words
with mo.”
Burke went toward her, in a rage.
“Now, look here, Mollie ” he be
gan harshly. On the instant, Mary
was on her feet, facing him and there
was a gleam in her eyes as they met
his that bade him pause.
“Miss Turner, if you don’t mind."
She laughed slightly. “For the pres
ent, anyway." She reseated herself
tranquilly.
“I’m giving you your orders. You
will either go to Chicago, or you’ll go
up the river.”
"If you can convict me. Pray, no
tice that little word ‘if.’”
“I did once, remember.”
"But you can’t do it again," Mary-
declared, with an assurance that ex
cited the astonishment of the police
official.
"How do you know he can’t?" he
blustered.
“Becaus’e,” she replied gayly. "If ho
could he would have had me In prison
some time ago.”
Burke winced but he made shift to
conceal his realization of the truth
she had stated to him.
“Huh!’’ he exclaimed gruffly’. “I've
seen them go up pretty easy.”
Mary met the assertion with a se
renity that was baffling.
“The poor ones,” she vouchsafed;
"not those that have money. I have
money, plenty of money—now.”
"Money you stole!” the Inspector
returned, brutally’.
"Oh. dear, no!” Mary cried with a
fine show of virtuous indignation.
"What about the thirty thousand
dollars you got on that partnership
swindle?” Burke asked, sneering. “1
s’pose you didn’t steal that!"
“Certainly not," was the ready re
ply. "The man advertised for a partner
in a business sure to bring big and
safe returns*. I answered. The busi
ness proposed was to buy a tract of
land and subdivide it. The deeds to
the land were all forged, and the
supposed seller was his confederate,
with whom he was to divide the mon
ey’. We formed a partnership, with
a capital of sixty thousand dollars.
We paid the money into the bank, and
then at once I drew it out. You see,
he wanted too get my money illegal
ly. but instead I managed to get his
legally . For it was legal for me to
draw that money—wasn't it, Mr. Dem
arest ?”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
like that! You didn’t know your Adam’s
apple stuck out so far. You knew that
your nose was bad, but you didn’t know
that it was awfully bad. Indeed, there
seems to be no use in your buying a
new suit, since you look like the double-
dyed quintessence of homeliness, any
way.
“There are other reasons why’ you
shouldn’t buy a suit. For example, you
have conceived an undying hatred for
the salesman. He is your natural ene
my’. All he wants is a chance to deal
you a knockout blow by selling you a
suit that will make people jeer at you
on the street. If the salesman had not
buried your own coat under a lot of
stor^ coats >’ou could get into it again
and sneak out of the side door and run.
But he has carefully arranged to prevent
your escape.
“So you must buy a suit. Still, the
color of the one you choose doesn’t
please you, and the price doesn’t please
you, and you are despondent and mad
until your best girl sees you wearing
the suit and says: ‘Oh, whal a per
fectly be-yewtiful suit! Why, it makes
you look like the hero in the moving
pictures I saw last night.’
“Then you are deliriously happy’ and
you go back and find that salesman
and give him a cigar. At least, I’m
going to.”
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