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of eggs. add syrup, cream, flour, salt, lard,
the soda dissolved in a little milk, and the
whites of the eggs well beaten. Batter
should be made thin with sweet milk. Bake
quickly in very hot greased waffle irons.
Serve hot with Red Velva Syrup.
Miss Laurette Taylor in Two Charming Poses
THE TRIPLE TIE
A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest
Every Lover of the National Game
SYNOPSIS
Cordon Kelly, a young North Genr*
gis mountaineer, rome*. to Atlanta
to get a ftlare with Billy Smith u
Crackers It is raining when he
j-«a-hes Ponce Delj*r>n and he Is
ntaiiy run over by an auto, in which
af. two Persons a tnan and h young
gm, Tha driver of tha oar is an ai -
rogant fellow The girl makes him
•cop the machine She gate out and
inquires if Kelly la injured she
apologizes for her companion's
brusque manner Kelly sees Mana
ger Smith ani te’la him he has never
played a game of hall Smith con
sent* to flTve Kelly a trial The girl
in the auto la Mildred Deery, daugh
ter of Galen r >eery. a crafty and
wealthy speculator in timber lands
Her companion la Forrest Cain, a
rich young man about town Kelly
own* limber land that Deery’ would
like to posses®
Now go on with the story.
Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women
Laccly Laurette Taylor Says That an Attractive Smile Is Her formula
By A H. C MITCHELL
Copyright. 1913. by International Sows
Service.
TO-DAY'8 INKTALIjMENT
Selecting a dry spot on the “turtle
bark'' diamond, thp two men drew' on
their gloves and began “warming up"
Yy passing the ball back and forth, a
CUttncfe of about fifty feet separat
ing them They kept up a running
fire of talk like two dancing come
diana doing a turn <>n the vaudeville
stage
“Nothing like starting the season
In the right way.” said Smith “That’s
the reason 1 brought out a new ball
What kind of balls do you use in
that mountain league of yours?"
1 use either the Spalding or the
Reach. They are all the same. I un
derstand they are tnade at the same
factory."
If the manager expected the re
cruit to handle himself awkwardly
or Jump around in the clumsy man- ;
ner of the novice he was disappoint
ed Kellv caught the balls thrown
at him with the ease and grace of a
veteran. Smith purposely tossed
Rome wide ones, expecting the other
man to fall over himself but noth
ing of the sort happened. Kelly took
them with one hand without moving
from hia tracks, or if the threw was too
wild for that, he would get in front
of the ball with . one surprisingly
quick leap.
A Crowd Gathers
“You seem to be in pretty fair
shape for this time of year.” re
marked Fmlth.
“Ye* I keep in trim all the year
around, was Kelly’* reply. With all
bla hinting around, the manager
couldn’t get much information from
the recruit.
Throw a piece of meat or a dead
cat in the woods of any i>art of the
South and there will be scores of bus
tards circling over the spot in an in
credibly short space of time. Let two
or more ball players start practicing
on any Inclosed grounds in thr coun
try. and although there will not h«* a
small boy In sight when they begin,
dozens of urchins will Appear on the
scene as if from nowhere before five
minutes have passed. Such was the
case soon after Manager Smith and
hia recruit began their exercise
"There’s enough kids around now
to shack the balls." said Smith. “Sup
pose we have a little batting prac
tice. You take first whack at the ball
and I'll pitch to you ”
“AH right; wait till I get my bats,"
remarked Kelly, starting for the club
house. He returned quickly, swing
ing the three bats around his .shoul
ders with both hands as one would
swing a huge Indian club, and after
the manner of Tv Cobb. Tri« Speaker
and other well known batsmen of na
tional reputation. He tossed two of
the “Louisville Sluggers" aside and
stepped to the plate with the third
He was ,* right-handed batsman,
yet he assumed a position at the
f >iate different from that of any big
eague batsman of the present day.
He stood exactly fifteen inches to the
left of the rubber and faced the
After fortifying himself with a couple of cocktails against
an uninteresting session with Doery, Forrest Cain sat down at
table with him and tried to appear interested.
pitcher a* n fine, upstanding orator
would face an audience. His feet
were firmly planted on the ground
right tpchee apart, and he waved his
bat back and forth over the plate, not
up and 4nw» and not obliquely, but
on a line with the direction the ball
might lx* expected to take. Tils
Speaker and Doc ftesaler swung their
bats in preliminary motions in this
way, but both of these celebrated
fence-breakers stand with their legs
spread far apart and with their
shoulders turned more toward the
plate than toward the pitcher.
“Shades of Old Man Anson." mur
mured Bfl) Smith to himself. “Where
did the kid get that pose, I wonder?”
A Tremendous Hit.
It was at bat that Bill Smith ex
pected to “show up" the aspirant for
a place on hia team. To he sure,
the manager had not handled a ball
In nearly five months and his arm w is
in no condition to put any “stuff" on
it. Still he figured he might throw up
most any kind of ball and have Kelly
tumbling all over himself to hit it—
that Is, he figured that way until the
recruit took his stand at the plate
and waved his pat at easily as though
It were a broomstick instead of 43
ounces of solid, well-seasoned ash.
“Shades of Anson!” murmured
Smith again. “What do you know
about that kid! Well, here goe*.”
Swinging his right arm in a circle
several times and then describing sev
eral “and no forths” in the air with
the ball. Bill Smith raised his left
foot on high and as It came down o
the earth he delivered the hall with
as much speed as he could put behind
It
As the bull sailed up to the plate.
Kelly took one step straight forward
and drove his bat against the horse-
hide. There was a resounding crash
and the ball shot like a rifle bullet on
a line toward right field. The farther
it went the more speed it s-emed to
acquire, and instead of traveling in a
rainbow curve It appeared to rise in
the air.
“With a loud report it crashed into
the ribs of the mammoth, inanimate
figure, of the bull which adorns tho
ball parks of every league club in the
country. There was a sound of splin
tering wood and the ball disappeared
from view, leaving a large hole in tho
sides of the proud w ooden animal.
“Lordy, Lordy, what a swat!’’ ejac
ulated Whisky, who had been surrap-
tleiously watching the proceedings on
the diamond from the runway under
the grandstand “Ah jest caint ree-
ommember ever seeln’ nothin' tike dat
on rfeseyere grounds hefo’.’’
Bill Smith gazed long and earnest
ly at the jagged hole In the side of
the bull. Twenty boys ran in search
of the hall and presently one of them
returned with it, out of breath, and
held it out to the manager. Rill Smith
waved his hand and said:
Offer a Contract.
“Keep it as a souvenir, kid; you’ll
never see a hit like that again as long
as you live” Then, turning to the
young man. who still tfiood at the
plate brandishing his bat, he said:
“Gome with me. Kelly,” and walked
swiftly to the clubhouse. Seating him
self at a small desk, he drew a printed
form from one of the drawers and
for several minutes all that was heard
In the room was the scratching of a
pen. Finally the manager turned to
Kelly and said:
“What amount shall I write here?”
“What is it?” inquired the young
man.
“Something I want to send to Pres
ident Kavanaugh of the Southern
League for promulgation. It is a con
tract between the Atlanta Baseball
Club and Gordon Kelly.”
"Fill it In with the smallest amount
you pay anyone your player?, but
I can’t sign it, as 1 will not be of ag?
until the 10th of April." replied Kelly
There was more business o i
(Scratching a pen and then Smith
irbr.o and pdintftd to the chair.
• Sit down and sign it,” ho ordered
You may not be of age according
to common law, but I’ll take my
rhancea with baseball an.”
Kelly signed the document, arm*
from tho chair and slipped off his
| uniform, declining Whisky'* eager
proffer of a rub-down
“Much obliged, Whiukv. but I didn't
work hard enough to-day to get up
* sweat. Some other time."
Gordon Kelly finished dressing and
started to Have.
“What time is the call for practice
on Monday, Mr. Manager." he said
No work on Sunday. I suppose."
“Ten o’clock sharp, Gordon. Er—
did 1 understand you to say you never
played a game of ball?”
“That Is correct.”
“And you never saw a ball game in
your life?"
"Right again."
“That’* all. See you Monday* fc?o
long."
Gordon Kelly went out apd Bill
l Smith, turning to his attendant *-Td:
“T repeat. Whisky, there goes a mys-
terio'ao for all the money you got in
your clothes.”
"Yaesuh. yaasuh, he cert'nly am an’
d.en some,”
CHAPTER IV
A r 9:30 o'clock on Monday morn
ing Judge Barbee called Galen
Deery r on the telephone and in
formed him that the young man they
had been speaking about on Satur
day, Gordon Kelly, had Just left iis
office, but that he was to have lum .i
with him at the Riedmqnt at 12:SO,
and if Mr. Deery cared to saunter in
her would introduce him.
“He 1a a fine young man. Deery, and
you will be glad to meet him," said the
Judge, in conclusion
“Very much obliged, Judge, I’ll drop
around." replied Deery and hung up’
the receiver.
At 12:45 o’clock Deery "sauntered”!
in the main dining Toom of the PieJ- ,
mont and was soon seated at a table
with Gordon Kelly and Judge Barbee. |
He rpade himself very agreeable to the
young man, as hfc well knew how to
do, and pressed an invitation for him
to dine with the Deery family that
night. Gordon demurred at first, on
the plea that he had no evening
clothes.
“Why, I never owned a dress su’t, !
Mr. Deery. We have riot'much use for j
them where I came from. I remem
ber an old suit of my father s hanging
up in a closet, but 1 never taw it on
him." j . j
"We will dine informally to-night,”
replied Deery. "1 am not much on the
s pi k eta Us myself and only wear them
when I am absolutely obliged to do
so. Come up Just as you kre. We
dine at 7 o’clock."
Thank you, I will, with pleasure.'
said Gordon.
Deery begged to be excused soon
after and when he had gone. Judge
Barbee aaid:
“J have known Deery for a good
many years I don't suppose you will
ever have any business* dealings with
him, Gordon, but if you ever do you
will find him a man of his word. When
he says he’ll do a thing he’ll do it.
He is a clever man and a shrewd
man. who takes advantage of his op
portunities and even creates his op
portunities He has been accused
of being underhanded in .hb» business,
dealings, but l -have never found, b.ini
that way and I have been in several
undertakings with him. He is the
kind of man that will try tQ buy a
thing worth two dollars for one dol
lar, or fifty cents, or a nickel and he
frequently succeeds. You say you ex
pect to be in Atlanta for several
weeks. That being the case, I’m glad
you are to meet Deery’* family. He
has a charming wife and daughter.
They are good people to know and
the right kind of people to know
Later in the week you must come to
my house and spend a quiet evening
with us Now. if you don’t mind. I
would like to talk to you a little about'
your affairs*. You were in such a
hurry to get away this morning I
didn't have a chance to go over thing?
with you."
And posing is a foe to naturalness, oi
cour>*e.
“Beauty is valuable a? a lure to the
e y e —the eye is attracted first, of
course—and then the mind is appealed
to. and in order to get h fair hearing
for a fine personality it is well to pr*
sent a pleasing picture first.
“In Teg I wear a red wig as a note
of emphasis—it catches the eye and
dour my hair, or marcel it, or follow'
the prevailing mode in some way, but
that is not wise, for with my hair sim
ply parted in the middle, pulled over
my temples a bit and arranged in a
bun over each ear. I look most truly
myself; so no matter how fashion*
may lure me for a time, in the end I
go back to the simple mode of hair
dressing that best expresses me."
"Originality—without daring—is a
very attractive thing But do you
think it very popular?” I asked.
Bernhardt’ Example.
“Popular!" exclaimed Miss Taylor
"Just think of the teas you have gone
to this winter—didn’t you see at least
a hundred sway-backed women all of
the fame type at each one? Original
ity of a well-bred, simple sort is acr
1 jvely—and so neglected.
"That has come over me with re
newed force after seeing our great,
our wonderful leader in the world of
acting—Bernhardt. She is herself—
To be Continued To-morrow.
Up -to-Date
Jokes
A Bachelor’s Diary By MAX
Young Man (to provision merchant) ,
— Your daughter and l, aft-, have
• greed to row down the river of. Ul'e
together, sir
Provision Merchant (sarcastically)
HsiVe you got an.v provisions on
board ?
Y«»ung Man—rNo. sir. Considering
} our business. we thought tho
victualing department ''as more in
your line, sir.
When Scones was at Oxford he was
a most excellent fellow, and only had
one enemy—soap. He was callsd
Dirty Scone*. One day the wag. Bo-
lu*. went into his rooms, and, re
monstrating with him on the untidy,
slovenly and dirty state of everything,
said:
"Upon my word. Dirty. It's too bad,
old chap. The only clean thing In
the room is your towel,"
"Gracious, Smith, old boy. bow are
you? 1 havent’ mni you for ages
You are altered I should scarcely
know you again. ’
“Excuse me, sir, my name is not
Bmlth.”
"Great Scot! Your name altered
si* well?”
Stop Experimenting
wjtb “so-called" hair destroyer* The time
thus wasted only serve* to make the undesir*
able hairs take firmer root.
The Guaranteed Liquid Hair Destroyer
is the only preparation that immediately acd
without the slightest injury to the most deli
cate §kiu. will remove
Superfluous Hair
It Acts Instantly uherevtr applied, a Cold Answer.
\ BRIL 1H. T have been sorely m-g-
h\ ligent of you lately. Diary, but
^ tfiv kaleidoscopic rapidity with
which familiar forms and long-estab
lished opinions have changed has left
i me in a state of bewilderment. If I
had started to pour into your sym
pathetic ear my belief that Sally
Spencer did right In inviting the wld-
i ow to visit her. something would have
j occurred before the page was filled to
I convince me she did wrong.
1 have tried to help her according to
| my interpretation of the needs of the
i situation by flirting violently with
Mrs. Brown, even going so far Art* to j
give the widow every opportunity to
ask me to marry her—indeed, eneour-
j aging her to do so—and all L got for
jeopardizing my future happiness was
a scolding from Sally.
“This." she said to me very coldly
one evening, when 1 had refused to
take u hint from the disapproving
i looks she gave me and she had been
• ompelled to remove me bodily from
the scene by asking me to walk to the
i corner mail box with her. "is my
game, and 1 want you to know, Max,
that 1 am competent to play It with-
I out any assistance from you "
"It seems to me," 1 grumbled, "that
j I am rendering you very valuable as
sistance at this minute. What would
be your excuse for leaving those two
alone hour Aftei hour if you didn't
have me around? You want a walk
around the block, and Max will take
you. of court** You find you must
make a call on a sick friend, and Max
will escort you there and wait for you
You are overwhelmed with a longing
to see ityahette, and Max will step
acroa.« tha lawn with you. mid. as for
the mail box. you know. Sails Spencer,
you have mailed more letters ifi the
past w*ek than you ever wrote in your
life, and it never occurs to you that
your maid or your man w ill mail th< m
for you. No. you must go yourself,
and Max must go with you
Yru w find it not offensive, a rtq*isitt
ethers dare not claim for their preparations
Tske no malodorous or worthies* substi
tutes Insist upon El-Rado.
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“Do you
be thrown
jjike th»t?”
j." “She serms i
J trifle more cold
I couldn't gainsay that, for I have
i never known the widow to seem ar
| happy as etee has appeared ^inoe she
became a guest of the Spenchr home
j Her enjoyment proves to me that
women, just 'as well as men. like to
i play with fire, and that more of them
would go to the devil if such an ex
cursion in a woman’s life were as
quickly forgotten as when a man
takes it. Tho fact that the label put
on her luggag* Is stuck on for life i*
all that keeps her from going to the
end of the line. In her heart she goes
there as* often as a man.
<>f course there are exceptions.
There is Margaret Hill, who never in
her life committed a sin as enormous
as crocheting on Sunday, but what
happiness would a man find in her?
He would have to devote the rest
of his life to thinking before he said
a word, and never again would he
dare to be spontaneous in reminis
cence or joke.
Never Kissed.
There have been situations in the
sowing and harvesting of my small
crop of wild oats that were excruci
atingly funn\. a few that were sad,
and one that was almost tragic, but
I wouldn't be allowed to recall the
most innocent if 1 married a woman
a» good as Margaret Hill. I should
have to add deceit and hypocrisy to
my sowing, seeds I find that all men
must plant who marry late in life
and strive to live up to the glorified
ideals of the woman they married.
Woman-like, no wife Is ever con
tent to let a man's yesterday alone.
“Did you ever do thus-and-so?" She
begins to ask before the honeymoon
has waned, and her husband, for the
sake of her peace of mind as well as
his own, is compelled to lie like a
thief.
I can just fancy myself. Diary, tell
ing Margaret Hill that I had lived my
almost fifty years without the com
mission of a sin!
"My mother died when I was a
boy." I can hear myself telling her.
“and she was the last woman 1 kissed
till I kissed you.”
“But did you never meet any wom
an you thought you loved"" she would
persist, in the insane fashion women
have of trying to undermine their
happiness
"Never.” 1 would reply emphat
ically.
“But when <
at nights and
things, didn't
them?”
“Never, nev
for my halo.
{ "But
“I onc<
I the sti
• tHer men went around
did all sorts of wicked
you go *round with
■r. never NEVER!’’ reaching
1 thought." a little doubtfully,
heard you apeak of being on'
'ets with Tom Addison till 3
in the. morning."
reproof, “we were on our way to sit
up with the dead.”
Perhaps this would satisfy her, but
I have a notion she w'ould ask who
was dead, and I should be compelled
to invent a fictitious corpse, go into
all the detail* of his last illness, and
perhaps, the next time we were out
riding, be confronted with the request
that l show her his grave!
The next time she renewed the at
tack on my past I would throw up
more breastwork* of hypocrisy, grow
ing more skillful with every occa
sion.
And why would she do this. Diary?
Well, the Lord alone knows. A boy
who punches a hole in his drum to
find out where the noise comes from
has his counterpart in every wife.
She isn’t content to simply be happy;
she must punch her happiness all to
pieces, using a question mark as
tool.
When she has discovered that her
husband wasn’t a spotless angel in
his past, she declares “All men are
alike!" And when a woman says
“All men are alike” she means they
are all as black as tar.
April 20—I seem to write on these
pages for the purpose of concealment
rather than of communication, but
the truth is I can’t nerve myself to
the ordeal of putting down in black
and white what is really happening.
To do that will make it really so, and
I am blindly hoping I will wake up
after •« time and find it is all a
dream.
Getting Brazen.
Mrs. Brown and Jack Spencer have
become so abandoned in their infat
nation that they no longer have the
decency to conceal it from his wife
And as for me! Well. Diary, when I
caught him kissing her the other day.
wouldn’t you have thought they’d had
at least the grace to look ashamed?
Not a bit of it! All the embarrass
ment was mine! I pledged Sally my
word 1 wouldn’t interfere, but I broke
it this morning when the widow came
across the lawn and took a seat be
side me in the library I have noticed
that as soon as Jack leaves the house
she hunts me up. showing no desire
to face an hour or two alone with her
hostess.
I began by asking her, rather gruff
ly. w hen she w as going, home
In tones as innocent as if she were
telling n preacher she liked lamb
stew, she replied:
“I can’t tell you when I am going,
but I can tell you this much: When
By LILLIAN LAUFFEKTY.
141*4 /fERCY, you don’t consider me
IV'I a beaut y' ” exclaim( d Lau-
j rette Taylor in a tone of
genuine and delightful amazement.
She studied the floor of ,'ter own
bhown- rugged, flower-decked living
ri/om in charming confusion that had
a. touch of the chlld-like qiralitv every
lovable woman should possess In her
nature.
"Evidently you don’t takte that par
ticular phase of beauty very serious
ly," said I "But won’t you tell me
just w hat your Idea of huiuty is?’
"Variety,” came the answer prompt
ly, “To me a beautififi woman is
one who to-day is gloriously mag
nificent, to-morrow sweetly pensive,
and the day after that ( Interestingly
plain. Maxine Elliott, ijlkude Adams
and wonderful Mme. Burnhardt min
gling their types and ljosstbilitles in
one face would produce (true and won
derful beauty, I think *
What to Avoid.
Miss Taylor laughjed .the wide,
sweet, shy Irish smil-t that makes
“Peg o’ My Heart” the joy of all
who meet her at the fort Theater in
New’ York or at horme, where her
charming co-creator 3s Mrs. Hartley
Manners,” wife of tho man who wrrote
the part his wife vitalizes.
“Of course,” went on the .vibrant
voice with its notej- of rich tender
ness. “very few' of u|5 can unite beau
ty and charm and; fascinating ugli
ness and the look <jf genius and spir
ituality. and diabJMrie all in our one
little face. And it ds just as well not
to try to make yo>ir face over into a
number of things it w’aa never meant
to be and probably will decline to be
come. however hajd you try to make
it. So it is just Jas w r ell to let your
personality flower into its own sort of
beauty.
"When 1 was a 14-year-old board
ing school girl, \*ith a vast affection
for little boys a|id a yearning to be
pretty and attractive. I discovered
that T had the rad blemish of a big
mouth if I let fit go into a natural
smile, so 1 pursfd it up neatly at the
.’orners and Jus| semi-stxtiied. Then I
discovered thatfif 1 smiled all the way
there were diijiplcs—they seemed to
counteract tho extensiveness of the
smile—so I let it have full sway.”
Fairly Shuddered.
And I fairly shuddered to think
how but for those dimples the illumi
nating. infectious, altogether lovable
Laurette Tai’lor smile might have
been lost to'us!
“Beauty t ells up from the inner
consciousness like personality." be
gan Miss fuylor seriously, and then
stopped to ask in a delightfully hu
man way. * Well, do you think 1 am
I talking lily a book"?"
i ‘Not a bit," said I; "please just
think aloud about how to be as pretty
as possible with only one face and a
limited number of expressions for
that. Does not an actress naturally
know' about how to be beautiful?”
"She learns the possibilities of her
own face. She has to study it so ear
nestly while putting on and taking off
make-up. She learns the little trick
of turning her eyes so they will look
as large as possible and whether to
show her full face or her profile, but
she scarcely carries those tricky con
sciously into every-day life; because
being natural is exactly as important
as being sure of your own possibilities..
answers an ideal of the sort of hair a
little Irish girl should have. In life
one does not wear a red wig for em
phasis and attraction, but one ar
ranges the hair just as becomingly as
possible. Now. I sometimes pompa-
absolutely and positively herself; and
in the realization of her own person
ality as well as her mastery of acting
she is wonderful. She never was a f
beauty 1n any accepted way—yet she
is more than beautiful. Why? Be
cause personality, originality and
varying moods and phases of temper
ament well from her inner conscious
ness and illuminate her face.”
The little actress' face was fairfy
transfigured with self-forgetting rev-* ,
erence as phe spoke of the woman who
surmounts her profession.
I looked the growing admiration I
was coming to feel for Laurette Tay
lor’s mobile charm. Suddenlv ehe
leaned forward—lips parting in that
warming smile.
"Now’. I am going to take nsy turn
at asking you a question. W«are you
not disappointed in me when I first
came in? You missed the red wig—
the note of emphasis— the Iriyh spar
kle of the girl I play. Tell me, Is this
not so?”
“Perhaps,” I said slowly. “Perhaps.
“But truly, truly I find you better than
my best theories of you now.** For
you see Laurette Taylor realizes so
many of her own Ideals of beauty;
hair softly parted over a broad brow,
wistful eyes, piquant nose and merry
smiling mouth above her stately whit*
throat affording a pleasing variety 1n
one face. And beauty did well from
her inner consciousness aa she spoke
with self-forgetting love of her groat
ideal, Bernhardt.
Next Time You Make Waffles,
T*V t Ml * —serve them with Velva Syrup with the RED LABEL, and
JL/O 1 IllS know syrup as you’ve never known it before. Velva is made
for table use. for making cakes, candies and other goodies. It
puts new go in griddie cakes, makes muffins taste like more and places a plate
of biscuits into a little world of its own. Good? Yes, ma’am, great — and its
use brings the high cost of living down. Goes twice as far as butter on bread, and
costs only a fourth as much. Never was, and never will be, any syrup as good as
thesyrup with theRED LABEL; andyou’ll keep on
using itafteryoubuyyour first package. Try Velva
next time you make candy. It makes great fudge,
too, and you’ll notice the difference in the first
batch. Your grocer has Velva in the green can,
too, if you like. Velva is ten cents up, according
to size—and you never bought its equal. Send for
the book of Velva Recipes. No charge.
PENICK & FORD, Ltd.
NEW ORLEANS, LA.
KENTUCKY WAFFLES
J tablespoons Red Velva Syrup, 2 cups sour
cream, 4 cups flour, 3 eggs, l teaspoon
baking soda, 3 tablespoons melted lard,
V\ teaspoon salt, some milk. Beat up yolks