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By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
* JUST wish I knew how to advise
Sister Mayme about getting: mar-
“ ried, George,’’ said the Manicure
Lady. “The poor girl Is up in the air
a mile, ajid has come to me often of
late for that sisterly counsel which no
younger sister should be without. I
just don’t know what to tell her about
the young man that she is thinking of
making her sparring partner for life.
It is one of the most delicate positions
in which I have ever been placed in.”
‘‘I wouldn’t advise nobody about get
ting married.’’ declared the Head Bar
ber. “It is hard enough to frame up a
happy scheme for oneself without trying
to coach other people. I just happened
to strike It lucky when I got married,
and I am so busy Thanking the stars
ever since that I ain’t got any time to
'tell othep couples whether they should
take the leap or not.”
No Use Trying.
”1 feel kind of that way myself,” said
the Manicure Lady. “You see, George,
Mayme has brought the subject up so
often it Is hard for me to show any in
diffidence or whatever they call it when
you act cool and don’t care. And I
have saw her young man several times,
and the worst of it is I can’t seem to
like him the way a sister-in-law ought
to like the gent which marries her sis
ter. He is a kind of a Joe, no matter
how I try to think better of him, and
goodness knows, George, there ain’t no
use of me trying to like a man which
has water on the brain. I have met too
many wise Ikes for that. It’s all right
to talk about lips that touch liquor shall
never touch mine, but I would rather
marry a rummy than a fathead, though
there ain’t a awful lot of choice at that.”
“Is he a good looker?” asked the
Head Barber. "If he is tall and slender,
it won’t be no use for you to knock
him to your sister. If a girl happens to
fall In love with a fat man. it is easy
for some third party to differ her, be
cause a fat man’s hold on any girl’s
affection is about as tight as dry sand;
but if he is a slim, romantic cuss like
them knights of old. he could climb
twenty porches in a week and kill a few
owners in doing so, and still hold the
love of the girl he wanted.”
“Mayme’s beau is tall and slim
enough,” replied the Manicure Lady,
“even to his head, which is about as far
between the ears as the distance in the
alphabet from 'a’ to ‘b.’ His clothes
fits him fine because they don’t touch
him nowhere to speak of and don’t need
much pressing the way his suit with
Mayme needs. But he ain't intellectual.
'George, and there’s no use of Mayme
trying to say he is.
Not Intellectual.
"I was entertaining him a few min
utes the other night when 'Mayme was
powdering her nose, and when I tried
to talk about all of them old Greek
gods of ancient times, like Pluto and
Venus and l>aniel In the lion’s den. he
was so thick that he didn’t seem to
know what 1 was talking about at all
All he wanted to lalk about was how
Montgomery was sure to win the pen
nant
“You see whet I mean. George? A
gent that ain’t intellectual is sure to be
a poor husband for a girl like Mayme
or me Gents that ain't intellectual is
all right for husbands when the sun is
shining, and they can take you out to
Lakewood or somewhere, but when it is
raining or dark so you can’t go nowhere,
and you have to set all tne evening
with a husband that don’t know who
discovered the Pyramids, then marriage
ain’t no good for nobody.”
Now It's a Tango Garter
Silken Shield to Stocking
The Tango Garter is a frou-frou of silken fringe, designed
supplant the petticoat under th e Tango walking skirt.
The Girl and Her
Mother
It It Not the Girl Who Is hriendly With
Her Mother Who Goes Wrong
T HE Tango garter comes in
the wake of the Tango
skirt. It is to supplant the
petticoat entirely. It consists of
a foot-wide fringe of any color to
match the slit-up frock with
which it is worn It is fastened
to a covered elastic band fitting
snugly below the knee—the knee
that belongs to the right or
"walking foot”—so that when
the Tango walking skirt opens
up the stocking doesn't show,
but a frou frou of silken fringe
which, as the French say, gives
a “seal” to the effect.
The Tango garter was invent
ed by an American tailor, A. M.
Grean. who founded the Ameri
can Tailors and Dressmakers’
Association. Grean has been
asked by a great Parisian dress
maker to sell the French rights
for the garter.
By DOROTHY DIX.
ftt’A HERE is no other human relatlon-
I ship that should be so close as
that between mother and daugh
ter. Every step that the girl must
tread the mother has already trodden
before her; every experience that the
girl must undergo the mother has al
ready known; every impulse that stirs
the girl's heart the mother has already
felt. And o e would think that out of
this very ur .nimity of sex. and blood,
and knowledge, and experience there
would grow a sympathy and affection
that would be the strongest tie on
earth.
This is far enough from being the
case. There is no other girl alive with
whom the average woman feels so un
acquainted as with her own daughter,
and there is no other woman in the en
tire universe to whom the girl could not
easier open her heart than to her own
mother.
No one will deny the truth of this
assertion, or question that this es
trangement between mothers and
daughters offers a grave problem for the
consideration of parents. For one thing,
it robs the two w^men of the sweetest,
the most unselfish, and the purest love
they can ever know; and, for another,
it deprives the girl of the protection and
guidance that would prevent many a
young creature from making a .ship
wreck of her life.
It is not-the girl who is friends with
her mother and who tells her what she
thinks who goes wrong; it is the girl
who goes to fortune-tellers for advice,
who confides her heart secrets to
strangers, who meets on the streets
men of whom her mother never heard,
and who finds every place more home
like than her own home, who furnishes
the skeleton for so many family closets.
Many reasons may be given for this
unfortunate state of affairs, tjie most
obvious of which is that we put too
much stress on what we call natural af
fection. We do not love people simply
because they are kin to us; we love
them because they are congenial to us
and because they do something to make
us love them. It is said that blood is
thicker than water, but it is often also
sourer than vinegar, and there are no
other people that so set our teeth on
edge as the uncongenial people of our
own family, to whom we are bound by
the ties of relationship.
Some Better Claim.
No girl ever yet whispered her shy-lit-
le secrets to her mother because her
mother had a right to know what she
thought and felt; no girl was ever com
panionable with her mother because she
<»wed her mother some return for years
of care and service. The woman who
wants to be her daughter's best friend
has to establish some better claim upon
the girl's affection than that.
She has to make the girl feel that her
love and sympathy are an unfailing
fountain, to which she can always turn
to refresh herself, and this not only in
big things, but in little ones.
Few’ mothers have this comprehen
sion of their daughters. They might
symi^afhize about a ruined dress, for
clothes are a common level on which all
women meet, but when It comes to lit
tle things in which the mother has no
personal Interest, the girl w’ho expects
sympathy of her mother generally asks
for bread and is given a stone. In the
majority of cases a mother's sympathy
narrows down to purely personal tastes
and when you hear a woman lamenting
that her Mary is “queer” or her Sally
such a “disapointment,” ninety-nine
times out of a hundred it is merely a
case of Mary or Sally wanting to do
something that her mother never wanted
to do.
Critic on the Hearth.
Another bar between mothers and
daughters is that the mother so often
allows herself to be nothing but the
critic on the hearth, and keeps herself
in a sternly disapproving attitude that
frightens away every confidence as com-
letely as a scarecrow does timid birds.
If there ever was a time when she was
silly and giggling she has forgetten it.
If there ever was a time when she
thought it a triumph to adorn herself in
seventeen secret fraternity pins and
wear college colors, and considered it
madly facinating to have callow youths
w’rite their names on her fan, she ig
nores it.
Now the girl Is miserably conscious
that she and her friends fall far below
that exalted standard. She knows her
mother deapises them accordingly, and
she protects herself as best she can by
silence, and by keeping her chums, male
an<l female, out of her mother’s sight.
It's no. wonder that the girl w r ho knows
that her mother is going to ridicule her
friends meets them elsewhere than in
her own home. It’s the mother with the
chronic “don't” habit who drives her
daughters into actual wrongdoing.
Another potent cause of friction be
tween mothers and daughters is In the
inability of mothers to realize that their
daughters are grown and have the
rights of grown people. There is, ap
parently. no other thing so impossible
as for parents to see that their adult
children resent being treated like babies.
Sometimes a father rises t<f the height
of granting his son liberty to do as he
pleases, but as long as a girl remains
at home her mother considers she has a
perfect right to dictate to her about her
clothes, what she shall eat. and think,
and believe, and hOw she shall breathe.
There is nothing new in these sug
gestions. Almost every mother’s daugh
ter of us (has had a good mother, who
would have died for us—and who rubbed
us continually the wrong way. We
remember how she worked for us. and
sacrificed for us, and how she bossed
us, and the wonder of it all is that,
having been through it all, and know
ing just f»ow a girl felt, we should be
passing the same kind of blundering
affection on to our own daughters.
Here Are the Winners in
“ihe Iriple Tie” Contest
The Kmgsland Road Ghost
AN ABSORBING MYSTERY STORY
“B'
|E$N working?”
“In a sense,” he answered
carefully, “yes.”
‘‘You’ve just come from a race
meeting?” she challenged.
‘‘Them bright eyes of yours,” he
said with a waggish nod of the head,
“can see through anything.”
“They can see through you, any
way. What do you mean by it?
What's your idea? I told you as dis
tinctly as I could speak that if you
wanter to be off on one of those silly
old trips you'd got to ask me first.
Now, why didn’t you get my permis
sion. Mr. Nicholls?”
“I’ll tell you,” he replied. “It was
simply because I knowed quite well
you wouldn't give it.”
“Did you back anything?" He gave
an affirmative nod. "And,” Miss Cave
sighed, “you haven’t got any better
sense—you, a man like you, with a
very tidy agency that brings in good
money—no better sense than go
squandering it on a game like this.
It isn’t as though you knew anything
about it. I saw you onc e on a horse
before you were married to your first
wife, and I never laughed so much in
the whole course of my existence.”
“There seems to be some slight mis
understanding,” said Mr. Nicholls,
helping himself to a scone. “I’m not
a jockey. I’m not one of those cheap
sports that sit on the ponies. The
part I play is keeping my two eyes
well open and now and again putting
on a modest dollar, or sometimes as
much as a five spot.”
“And you generally lose.”
“I generally lose, as you say.”
“How much have you lost to-day?”
Very Plesaed.
“To-day,” he said, making a mental
calculation, "allowing for the expense
of railway fare and a little refresh
ment in the shape of lunch that I
sh’d have had even if I stayed at
home, I found myself five dollars to
the good. I bought this bracelet for
you.”
“William,” she cried, accepting the
gift, “I do belirve I’m scarcely ever
out of your thought.”
The shop was not well adapted for
suitable expression of thanks; more
than once, on previous occasions, a
child’s comment from the outside of
the window had alarmed the two.
Miss Cave fixed the bracelet around
her wrist, drew back her sleeve a lit
tle, the better to Judge the effect.
They were both of an age that has
left delicate sentiment far behind, and
she had no compunction in asking how
much had been j*aid for the article,
and he, in furnishing particular*, had
no hesitation in doubling the amount.
A boy entered and examined, in a
disparaging way, the stock of rock
cakes.
“All the same, William,” said Miss
Cave, speaking in a low mann< r of
gentle reproach. "1 don’t take back
anything I said. I was going to call
you double-dealing, and double-deal
ing is the term I must apply to you.”
"Two faces are better than one.”
“It isn’t a matter to make a joke
about.”
“Lady friends come to me and men
tion what they know about your go
ings on ”
“I’ll lay a dollar,” he interrupted
with spirit, “that they don’t restrict
themselves to what they know. I’ll
be bound what they don’t know they
make up.”
“And some of them are aware of
what you promised your poor wife
the last Sunday she-was in the‘Met
ropolitan Hospital. She Said, poor
creature, ‘William, promise me you'll
never bet again,’ and you gave your
word. And she said. 'William, prom
ise me you’ll never drink again,’ and
you gave your word.”
“If the nurse hadn’t come up and
told me it was time to go, Mrs. Nich-
olls would have asked me to promise
never to eat again. You've got .o
make some allowance for the pecul
iarities of the situation. I should have
promised her anything in the circum
stances, and I should have felt my
self justified in so doing." He slapped
at the counter to give added force <o
his argument. "I’d much rather we
didn’t discuss the matter, you and me,
Clara; otherwise, we shall come to
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words, in which case we are likely to
both say a lot more than what we
mean. I was nagged at quite enough,
1 assure you, in my first wife's time,
and I don't want any mor/?. What
ever appetite I had for that kind of
sport is satisfied.”
"Her unmarried sister was in here
yesterday.”
"Her sister was born unmarried,”
said Mr. Nicholls, violently, "and if
she don’t look out, she’ll be unmar
ried to the end. I’ve never seen her,
and I jolly well don’t want to, but ”
"Keep cool," ordered Miss Cave.
"She was telling me something I
didn’t properly realize before. Ap
parently, as you were coming out’ <*f
the ward, your poor wife called you
back and she said, ‘William, if you
don’t keep your vow, I shall haunt you
till the last day of your life.’ Is that
a fact?”
"She was a great reader," he ex
plained, uneasily, “and she used to
stuff more into her noodle than her
brain would properly hold. What
struck me at the time was that she
was just saying a bit she had learnt
out .of some magazine or book, or
what not.”
"She did say it, then?”
“Never Haunted Me.’’
“Words something to that effect.
Rut if it’s any gratification to you
or to that unmarried sister—I don’t
know w hat else to call her, or I’d give
her a name—why, the poor soul, as
a matter of fact, never has haunted
me, and If she did 1 shouldn't take
no special notice.” He moved to the
doorway.
"Where are you going off to, Wil
liam?”
"1 am going,” he replied, deliberate
ly, “along to my club, where I can
meet gentlemen of my own set and
indulge in a little common sense con
versation. Good evening, Clara, and
take care of yourself."
"Seems ratty about something," she
remarked to herself in a puzzled way
when he had gone. "Wonder what I
can have said to upset him.”
Trade proved brisk that evening,
and the girl who, after school hours
assisted Miss Cave with household
tasks, and was being trained by her
with great severity, had the honor
more than once of being called into
the shop to assist in serving custom
ers. At 8 o’clock Miss Harrison, sis
ter of the first Mrs. Nicholls, arrived,
carrying a cardboard box, and the two
kissed each other with the warmth
and effusiveness .that comes with la
dies in the early stages of friend
ship. •
"Rosie,” said Miss Cave from the
back room, using the imperative tones
notoriously indispiensible in addressing
slaves, “come here this minute and
look after the counter while I’m be
ing fitted. If there’s anything in-
,uired for that you don’t know' the
price of, ask me. But be careful how
»u open this door, because I shall
Lave to take my blouse off, and I
wouldn’t allow anyone to catch sight
of my bare arms for worlds.”
"Not even Mr. Nicholls, miss?”
“Certainly not," she said, decisive
ly. "Mr Nicholls would be shocked.
Now, my dear,” to the dressmaker,
“let’s make a start.”
The bodice, It appeared, fitted Miss
Cave admirably; the skirt proved a
trifle long, a fault that Miss Harri
son declared easy to remedy. Miss
Harrison spoke of the awkward fig
ures she sometimes had to deal with,
and Miss Cave, admitting plumpness,
expressed a hope she would never be
come stout, mentioned that her habit
of worrying over trifling matters
would probably prevent her from go
ing beyond eleven stone six. The
dressmaker inquired w hether any spe
cial topic was affecting her customer,
and Miss Cave, resuming her blouse
and accepting help with hook* and
eyes at the back which she herself
could only reach by an effort in gym
nastics. spoke of the recent call from
Mr. Nicholls, gave the conversation
word for word, and declared gener
ously that she would give $250,000 to
anyone who could persuade the gen
tleman to give up the hobby of back
ing horses.
“If your sister could come to life
again,” said Miss Cave, "she’d give
him a good, sound talking to on the
subject.” The dressmaker was re
placing the tacked garments in the
cardboard box. and the flourish ot
tissue‘paper interfered with the re
mark; Miss (’ave repeated it. "If I
could only get that anxiety off my
mind,” she added, tearfully. "I do be
lieve I sh’d be as happy’ as the day's
are long."
"M ifh I could help you," said the
dressmaker. "Would it be any use me
talking to him?”
^ “Not the slightest,” declared Miss
Cave. "If I, with a 11 my experience,
can’t persuade him. I’m jolly well eer-
taiit* that you, with no experience at
all——”
Rosie looked In to ask whether such
an article was in stock as a pound of
wedding cake; a little boy was inquir
ing. As the girl closed the door MioS
Cave turned suddenly to her visitor.
"You could help," she cried. "You
could do me a very great service if
you didn’t mind taking trouble.”
“I’m only too ready to oblige, but
you must tell me what to do.”
"Would you object to putting some
powder on your face?”
"I often use a little,” admitted Miss
Harrison, "when I’m going out any
where special."
Miss Cave told Rosie to keep a
sharp outlook for Mr. Nicholls on his
return from the club and to call to
him in a ladyliko way, inviting bis
presence in the shop; a double kno :<
on the door of the back room wouid
be taken as a signal that he had ar
rived. Any failure on the part «-f
Rosie was to be met with instant dis
missal from the service. In the room
Miss Lave busied herself, and the
docile Miss Harrison allowed her hat
to he taken off and submitted to a
slight whitening of the hair. When
all seemed ready, the lamp was turned
down, and Miss Harrison was coached
in the few words she had to say.
“I’m awfully nervous,” she men
tioned. _
"Not half so bad as he’ll he.” proph
esied Miss (’ave. “He’ll have had a
glass or two, and we’ll give him such
a fright.”
The girl’s voice was heard raised to
the pitch necessary to arrest a passer
by. Miss Cave again turned down the
oil lamp.
"A hollow’ voice, mind,” she whis
pered, warningly—"as hollow as you
can make it.”
Mr. Nicholls, in improved temper,
demanded cheerily to know whether
assistance was required in putting up
the shutters. He mentioned it was
the rarest piece of luck that he hap
pened to visit the club, for a visitor
there who had an uncle, a railway
porter at Doncaster, had given him
private and particular information
concerning a horse that would prove
invaluable on the morrow.
“Just step into the back room,”
begged Miss Cave, earnestly. "There
is someone there asking for you, and
I can’t make out for the life of me
who or what she is.” She trembled.
“Looks to me more like a ghost than
anything else, only of course there are
no such things nowadays.”
Mr. Nicholls, with a frown of per
plexity, went to the door. Miss (‘ave
ordered Rosie to go to the ham and
beef shop and make purchases for
supper; she repressed the girl’s cu
riosity and hastened departure by
taking her by the shoulder,
“William,” said the lady seated in
the gloom .it the table.
“Hullo," cried Mr. Nicholls, sur-
prisedly. "What on earth are you do
ing here?”
"I’ve come back to earth in order
to repeat a warning I gave you once.
You promised me you’d never bet;
you promised me you’d never —”
“Before we enter upon any argu
ment,” he interrupted, "let’s have a
good kiss.” «
Miss Harrison gave an ejaculation
of dismay in her natural voice, but
this was partially smothered by the
resolute hug offered to her. Miss
! Cave, greatly distressed, ran in and
endeavored to turn up the lamp. The
screw’ declined at first to act upon
the wick, and by the time it did con
sent tJ preform its duty Miss Harri
son was accepting the kisses given
and showing a resignation of manner
that Miss Cave described, so soon as
Mr. Nicholls had gone, as perfectly
scandalous.
“Why ever didn’t you scratch his
face, you hussy, you?” she demanded
heatedly of her follow’ conspirator.
“To tell you the truth,” said Miss
Harrison, wiping off the powder when
it had not already been removed, “to
tell you the vguth, it was my first ex
perience, amWl—1 rather liked it.”
Mrs. Lucie G. Thurman, of At
lanta, Is Awarded First Prize
for Clever Solution.
A FTER considering each manu
script entered in "The Triple
Tie” contest, the Judges to-day
announce the winners. Every contri
bution was given careful considera
tion and it was no small task to pick
sixteen manuscripts which, in the
opinion of the judges, were entitled t<
prizes.
The Judges were:
OTIS WITHERSPOON.
L. D HICKS and H. L. CARDOZA.
There were four main prizes and
then twelve prizes of $5 each, the
contest aggregating $250.
First prize of $100 goes to Mr-.
Lucie G. Thurman, No. 375 South
Boulevard, Atlanta; second prize of
$50 goes to Carl Pickett, Postoffice
Box 16S7, Atlanta; third prize of $25
goes to Miss Lillian Lucile Harden.
Oak street. Decatur, Ga., while fourth
prize of $15 is awarded to Mrs. M. K.
Maynard, San Bias, Bay County,
Florida.
Miss Harden, winner of third prize,
is only 15 years of age.
Points Considered.
Originality, literary value and an
alytical clearness were the points
considered by the judges in awarding
prizes. Contributors were told that it
was not a guessing contest. A well-
written, logical explanation of the
mystery contained in Mr. Mitchell’s
absorbing story was all that was
wanted. A good many contestants
loK sight of this and merely sent In
possible answ'ers to the five problems
set forth in the original announce
ment of the contest. ,
Quite a few answers were received
after the time limit had expired. None
of these was considered by the
judges.
The great majority of manuscripts
were received from women readers of
The Georgian. Some of these con
testants frankly admitted they knew
little about the game of baseball and
they made little or no attempt at de
scribing Gordon Kelly’s spectacular
appearance on the diamond in the
ninth inning of the deciding gam*.
They made much of love scenes be
tween Kelly and Mildred, however.
Ingenious Suggestions.
Several ingenious plans were sug
gested for Gordon's rescue from tne
mountaineers, and some remarkable
explanations were given of how that
young man learned to play champion
baseball. One contestant paid he had
a moving picture machine which
showed views of a previous cham
pionship ’ series and by studying the
action of the players he was enabled
to gather all the knowledge of the
game he wanted.
One lady who sent In a manuscript
from Houston, Tex., said she had
never seen but one game of ball in
her life. That, however, did not deter
her from making an excellent effort
to solve the mystery surrounding
Gordon Kelly.
Very few of the contestants per
mitted *K«lIy to score a home run on
the first ball pitched to him by Walsh.
Most of them had the umpire call at
least two strikes before he knocked
the “homer.” A good many had him
scoring three men and being himself
held up at third for a slide in later in
the game.
To Print Story.
The contest provefi very conclu
sively that the story of “The Triple,
Tie” was immensely popular and th it
the career of Gordon Kelly was* fol
lowed closely by readers of the maga
zine page. »
The manuscript which won first
prize will he printed on the magazine
page of The Georgian on Tuesday.
Brier but Neat
During the Journey of a royal train
from Balmoral t<» Windsor the ordi
nary passenger traffic was very much
disorganized, and express trains were
suddenly "drawn up,” to the no small
annoyance of commercial men and
others who could truly say that* with
them “time was money.” An express
train between Perth and Aberdeen
was a great sufferer In this respect,
and a certain commercial traveler was
quite boisterous in his denunciation
of the frequent stops. At last, when
he had tired his fellow-passengers
with his grumbling, he flopped down
the window and shouted: “Guard!
1 say. guard!”
“Yes, sir?” answered the official ad
dressed, approaching the compart
ment.
"< )h, guard, this is siqiply disgust
ing! Why all these slops? What’s
up, man. what’s up?” said the com
mercial. in bantering tones.
The guard’s reply was brief, neat
and certainly to the point, for he
simply answered:
"The signal.”
The “commercial’s” window was
closed with a bang.
List of the Prize Winners
First Prize—$100.
Mrs. Lucie G. Thurman, No. 375 S. Boulevard, Atlanta, Ga.
Second Prize—$50.
Carl Pickett, P. 0. Box 1687, Atlanta, Ga.
Third Prize—$25.
Miss Lillian Lucile Harden, Oak Street, Decatur, Ga.
Fourth Prize $15.
Mrs. M. K. Maynard, San Bias, Bay County, Fla
Fifth Prize—$5.
William McJay, No. 631 Piedmont Ave., Atlanta, Ga.
Sixth Prize—$5.
Frederic Lee, No. 368 S. Pryor Street, Atlanta, Ga.
Seventh Prize—$5.
Miss Martha Speer, Mansfield, Ga.
Eighth Prize—$5.
Miss Irene Leben, Eastman, Ga.
Ninth Prize—^$5.
A. B. Schachte, No. 200 King Street, Charleston, S. C.
Tenth Prize—$5.
R. B. Hill, No. 855 West Peachtree Street, Atlanta, Ga.
Eleventh Prize—$5.
H. G. Foard, No. 736 DeKalb Avenue, Atlanta, Ga.
Twelfth Prize—-$5.
Miss Bess Foster, No. 47 W. Washington St., Newnan, Ga.
Thirteenth Prize—$5.
Mrs. B. 0. Branyon, No. 311 Simpson St., Atlanta, Ga.
Fourteenth Prize $5.
Miss B. M. Gwyn, Box 84, Danielsville, Ga.
Fifteenth Prize—$5.
David Dickey, Beachtor., Ga.
Sixteenth Prize—$5.
Miss Zella Parrish, Valdosta, Ga.
Things Worth Remembering
To keep a horse In a dark stable is
cruel to the animal and dangerous to
its owner. The retina becomes dead
ened and more or less useless, and
after a time the sight !s seriously Im
paired. The horse starts and shies
at objects it sees* imperfectly.
A shark’s egg is one of the oddest
looking things imaginable. It is un
provided with shell, but the contents
are protected by a thick, leathery cov
ering, almost as elastic as India rub
ber. The average size is 2 by 2 3-4
Inches, and It is almost Jet black.
Oysters can not live in the Baltic
Sea. The reason is that it Is not salty
enough. They can only live in water
that contains at least 37 parts of salt
In every 1,000 parts of water.
A man between 20 and 30 lose« on
an average only five and a half days a
year from illness. But between 50
and 60 he loses twenty days yearly.
Young snakes are born with fangs
and poison glands in full perfection,
and are dangerous even before tast
ing food.
Many birds form their sounds with
out opening their bills. The pigeon is
a well-known instance of this.
The native of India has an average
life of 24 years, as against 44 in Eng
land.
Rice forms the principal article of
food of about one-third of the human
race.
The hair grows considerably faster
during the summer than in the win
ter.
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