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School Children’s Luncheons
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By MABEL HERBERT URNER
As It Is for Her Now - - and Used To Be
Selected by EDWIN MARKHAM
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'ELEN! Helen! HELEN CUR-
tls!”
Helen turned in almost
frightened bewilderment. To heat
one's name railed in a familiar voice
cm a street in Paris!
Then through the crowd of hurry
tng Frenchmen rushed a young worn
an who caught her eagerly by tin
arm.
“Oh, I KNEW it was you!” excit
edly.
“Why—why Marion Berkley!” stam
mered Helen.
The next few minutes were spent
in a breathless torrent <>f questions
What are you doing in Paris ' How
long have you been here'.' Where are
you staying.’
•Well, we can't stand here on th*
street,* laughed Helen Let’s go
somewhere for tea—where we can
really talk.”
“Come to niv studio! I’ve got the'
quaintest, dearest old studio in tin
Latin Quarter! You must see it!
Come, that bus will take us!”
The next moment they were on th-
top of tile bus laughing and talk
ing with the eagerness and aban
don of their boarding school days
When they graduated. Marion had
t ome to Paris to study art. but it had
never occurred to Helen that sh<
would be here still. It was wonderful
to see her again.
"Have you forgotten about our old
ambition—how you wen to write a
great novel and 1 was u» Illustrate
it? So you gave up your career to
marry VVairen Curtis?”
"It wasn’t much of « career.”
laughed Helen, "since I hadn’t writ
ten anything but school essays ”
“But they always took the prize,
so we thought you were destined to
be a great ’Lady Authoress. Re
member how you used to write nn
essays while 1 did your algebra?”
"Yes. and that awful examination
in which I failed because I couldn’t
work a single problem?”
‘Here’s where we get off,” inter
rupted Marlon, when they reachet
the upper end of the Boulevard Si
Michel
A Pe?l Studio.
Around the corner in'o a cobble-
ston' d hack s reet. and Marion openc
a hich boarded gate to a quaint "1.
garden Helen followed h' r ftlle«
with the Joy of adventure. To sec
real studio in the Latin Quarter am
above all. Marion's studio!
The garden was a -harming tang!
of unkempt vines and shrubbor*
which almost hid the broken statuar
end the moss-grown basin of aji oh
fountain.
A well-worn path led back to :
rkkety old mansion now given ove»
to studios. Cp three Mights of ,
dark winding stairway, aqd Marlon
unlocked a door on which was tacked
her card.
Helen gave an exclamatioh of de
light as they entered a big barn-1.k<
skylighted room. It was a real stti
dio, the kind one reads about in th*
novels of the Latin Quarter. Th
place was littered with unfinished
.-ketches, casts, curious bits of oh
brass, pottery and armor.
“I suppose you'd like to gel a dust
cloth and 'tidy up.’ ” laughed Marion
“But it’s in the atmosphere over he r*
- you get so you can't work when
things are 'straight.' ”
•’Oh. but it’s wonderful! And you
have some really fine* old pieces.”
s’ooping to examine an old carved
chest, for Helen was always interest
ed in antique furniture
"Bought that in a little curio shop
for five francs. We students never
have any money m» we learn to pick
up things for almost nothing.”
“Just look around I’ll be back in
a minute." a.* she caught up a small
pitcher and ran out bareheaded.
Left alone. Helen gazed womb*?
ingrlv around the studio. It was plain
ly the living room, sleeping room and
wnrkrom in one. An old leather
screen partitioned off one corner
The heavy beams of the roof were
l are and besides the skylight then
was only one window, which looked
coil on the tangled garden 1 n spite
of .e dust and confusion. Helen felt
•the charm of the place. It was
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the shut-in garden. ch»w n this little
back street, not a sound <>f the city
wus* heard.
Marion came In now. breath let*
from her run up the steps, .vith a
pitcher at cream and a bulging brown
paper hag from -cine nearby whop
"Remember oui stolen midnight
c hoo!? ' as she- cleared tl
and drawings.
Lawren«e. Kan*.—“A year ago 1
was suffering from a number of ail-
ments. I always
■ had pain and was
H irregular. During
9 the delay 1 suf-
feted a great deal
•If with headache.
} backache. di/.zi-
n e h s. feverish
spells. nervous
ness and bloating.
1 had been mar
ried nearly three
years. I took
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now 1 feel better j
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Mrs. M Zeuner. 1045 New .Jersey j
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me of awful backache which I had
suffered with for months. I was so
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my head and eyes ached all the
time. Your Compound helped me in
many ways and is a great strength-
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there.'—Mrs. John Francis. Burns,
Montana.
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they tell the truth, else they could
have been obtained for love or
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stood the test for years.
suppers a t
table of paint brush
and brought out the teacups and an
alcohol lamp
A Delightful Tea.
The hag held some delicious French
pastry and a tiny pot <>f cream cheese.
Helen wondered if. since night*
of the stolen suppers, she ever had
enjoyed anything as she did this im
promptu tea.
Marion told of her first three years
of study and the last four of work
trying to make for herself a place in |
the art world here.
"I suppose the chances of success*
would be better anywhere else," mus
ingly. "for there are so many work
ers here so many that are talented
But I’ve grown to love this life
There've been times when I’ve been
hungry, yet last winter I refused »
good post as art teacher in a girls'
school in Boston I'd rather struggle
along here hoping for the big suc
cess ' with a wistful smile, "that may
never come.”
"But surely you’re not dependent on
your work?” asked Helen, anxiously.
“I thought your father left a great
deal of property.”
"It wus all mortgaged. After every
thing was paid off there was only a
few thousand dollars, and that's gone
long ago. For the last four years
I've lived on what I’ve made Occa
sionally I sell a picture and foi a few
weeks I live gloriously well. The rest
of the time I do without, hut that’s
thf life of the Quarter.”
"Rut don’t you ever worry about
the future?”
Marion shrugged her shoulders.
“You learn not to worry over here
You live for to-day —nobody thinks
of to-morrow. If you have money
you spend it if you haven’t, you bor
row from some fellow artist who has
or do without. You see," whimsi
cally. "how it simplifies life."
"But when you grow older- when
you're not so strong and young and
hopeful? Shouldn't you try, Marion,
to rave something now?"
"Nobody saves in the Latin Quar
ter -you can't. When you’ve got a
few extra francs you lend them to
-*onn- poor devil to keep him in his j
studio. Nobody thinks of getting old
we only think of painting the gr»*a’ |
picture of the year-—winning the
Xeademy prize. Most of us never will !
but we can all have the joy of i
Ireaming."
There was a moment’s silence
Then, as though to change to more i
•heerful thoughts, Marion went on
hurriedly.
4.n Invitation.
"1 want to take you to dinner tome
wening to Mine. Jouven's, a cheap
restaurant here in the Quarter
Vou'll find it crowded with art stu-
jents, and you'll see what Jolly, care- I
ree Bohemians we are."
"Oh, I should love to go' I've
teard so much about those places."
"I’ll give you the address now.”
nibbling on a slip, torn from the \
brown paper bug. "dome any even
ing that you and Warren feoi in the;
mood you'll almost always find me
there. Mine. Jouven is a friend to all
the art students. When we have
money we pay her. When we
haven’t she credits us on her friend
ly slate."
”1 wish you were here in the win
ter the long winter evenings at Jou
ven's are so wonderful." musingly.
"We furnish our own cabaret dance,
sing, recite until almost midnight
Then we all go to some one studio
and have supper. If any one has
Just sold a picture or received a check
from home we have a feast. If not.
wr have just as much fun on a green
salade and a few bottles of vin or
dinaire Walt i ii show you a sketch
j of a studio supper.”
She drew out a canvas from a pile
leaning against the wall.
There' it isn’t finished but you
i «’an get th*. spirit. It's supposed to
he Craig Stilton's studio a party we
j had there last winter."
Helen was far from being an art
1 critic, hut Im-tunth she fHt th- at-
| mosnhere .f this picture. The great
j gloomy studio, the shadowy corners
nd the uncertain candlelight which
1 lit up the faces of those gathered
; around the midnight supper.
"Yco. it isn’t had." mused Marlon.
; in ivynonse to Helen's enthusiasm "I
j must finish that But there are so
many pictures of studio life- -one of
J th it type has to be remarkable to
get an\ recognition. Do you like
I this?" drawing out another a street
j svene of a push cart market "It
Isn’t finished either, but I think the
I colering’u good."
She brought out more canvases —
most of them unfinished, hut all with
'< certain inter-st and ;• tmosnher •.
Helen was i *o absorbed that It wn«
1 almost 6 before she real'/* d it What
j ! f Warren should get buck to the ho
tel tlrs't and be worried?
Helen Hurries.
Marion, bareheaded, took her down
the street, made her promt*** to bring
Warren to .V.u aim* Jouven’s some
evening il it v .*k put heron the bus.
and stood waving her a good-bye
from the corner
How young Marion seemed, was
Helen’s strongest impression How
care-free — how full of the sheer Joy
of living. Although th* v were the
same age. Helen felt eurlouslv older,
ns thoueh her life was half lived;
while Marlon'-' seemed onlv beg*li
ning. with *ht possibilities of a great
success still before her.
There are times when every mar
ried woman, however much she mat
love her husband, thinks of the po?
slbllities of some independent career
that might have been hors had she
not married.
And now a9 Helen le f t the bus and
walked slowlv toward the hotel, in
the background of her thoughts was
a stirring of vague dreams and am
bitions that had long lain dormant
A LITTLE girl wus deeply interested in mirrors and mil
linery. She was eight and her legs were just long
ing out and she wore little pinafores with blue flow
ers on ’em, tied over her meager little shoulders. She sat on
a gray rock with her little hare, scratched feet hanging
down into the cool sedges close to the stream side.
Her hair was all in black rings around her face. On
top of the black rings was a sailor hat. Its outermost ring
of straw was ripped loose and flipped up and down with a
nonchalance that only a ring of ripped straw on a hat can
show.
Down into the green mystery of the water she looked
sometimes. Here her round pinky face lay smooth, with the
sailor hat above it. A maid and a mirror and millinery!
A big girl was deeply interested in mirrors and mil
linery. She was twenty-eight and her legs now were very
long and she wore a brocaded blouse with an Elizabethan
ruff over her round, beautiful shoulders.
She sat on a little gilt chair with her satin-clad feet
making their pretty imprint in the green depths of a velvet
carpet.
Her hair was all in black rings around her face. On
top of the black rings was a tulle hat. In the tip-top of its
crown was the charming name of a Paris maker of chapeaux.
On its tip-top was a great butterfly bow poised with half-
folded wings. Into the silver mystery of the mirror she
looked sometimes. Here her slender, lovely face was held—
with the tulle hat above it. A maid and a mirror and mil
linery.
It was the same girl!
CUPID’S PLAY CROP
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
T
lunches is a thing in the front
rank of educational aids. Mrs.
Louise Stevens Bryant, in "School
Feeding." gives th»* history and prac
tice of this sensible custom at home
and abroad. I quote from her open
ing pages:
"More and more are we coming to
understand that education is for life,
and that physical health is essential
to full mental and moral development
and effective living. To the extent
that the body fails to serve the will,
the will is paralyzed and the best
emotions rendered useless. The es
tablishment of the physical health has
therefore come to be regarded as a
most Important part of education. To
a very large extent health must de
pend on right habits of eating.
"The custom,of providing meals for
children at school has. in recent
years, become well established both in
America and Europe. In America the
work was begun first in the high
schools. For several years midday
meals have been provided for high
school children in many of our cities
and larger towns. It is only recently
that the more important task of pro
viding meals for the smaller children
has been attempted.
First in Germany.
"At present, meals are provided In
one or more elementary schools in
nearly half a hundred cities. In
Europe this work was begun earlier
than here—in Germany a century and
a quarter ago—and the school lunch
eon is now a part of the daily pro
gram in the elementary schools of
many of the most progressive coun
tries.
There is little doubt that the
school luncheon Idea, now well rooted
in this country, will spread very rap
idly, especially In our cities. In our
large cities and smaller industrial
towns many children come to school
having had little or no breakfast.
Many have eaten their breakfast at
a very early hour, some as early as 5
or 6 o’clock, and so become hungry
and faint before the noon hour. I
have known many school children
whose daily schedule of meals con
sisted of a light breakfast at 6 or 7
o’clock, a cold dinner bolted at 2 or 3
u chick, and supper at 6 o’clock.
"Again many parents, instead of
providing a luncheon for their chil
dren at school, give them small
amounts of money with which to buy
food, and which the children spend
for unwholesome and unnutritious
stuff sold at large profits from push
carts and corner stores.
The Main Object.
"The object of the school feeding
movement Is to supply such facilities
as will make It possible for every
child to secure an adequate, whole
some noon meal, despite the fact that
he is attending school.
"The first provision of school meals
of which we have record was made In
Munich in 1790, when municipal soup
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His Misfortune.
The magistrate had the mlsfor- ,
tune to be cross-eyed, the result ot I
which at times was rather amusing.
< )ne day he had three prisoners be- j
fore him.
"What’s your name?” he inquired !
of the one to the left.
“James Patterson.” promptly re- j
plied the man on the right
The man on the bench turned i
round quicklv "I was not address
ing you, sir!” he snapped.
At this the one in the center, quak- |
Ing and trembling with fear, stam- j
me red:
"I 1—I never opened my mouth,
sir!” I
"V) FRISTS’ guide books give el-I
directions for those who!
wish to go to mountain or sea - j
shore suitably dressed for a climb or
a swim.
Don’t wear thin-soled shoes; don't
wear long-trained skirts; don’t wear;
silk hose; don't wear garments built
exclusively for show; don’t wear this
and don't wear that; page upon pagt
for the guidance of the girl who is
packing her trunk and not a warn-,
ing about a certain little adornment j
commonly worn in summer in a most ;
conspicuous place.
Here is the warning which they
willfully omit: Don't wear your heart
on your sleeve!
Beware the Moon.
A sole too thin, or a bonnet too,
perishable never returned from a ■
summer outing showing such irrepar- j
able signs of wear as the heart that
is worn on the sleeve. They may be
replaced; it can never be. The dam
age to the shot and the bonnet are
forgotten. One seldom entirely re-
irom the damage done to one's
heart.
Few things said in the moonlight
are said seriously. A boy, a girl, a
moonlight night with its poetic ac-
companiment of silence and solitude;
and Cupid chuckles w ith impish glee
He knows a spell has been thrown
over the man which will cause him
to say things he does not mean. He
knows a'so that the moonlight will
make of the most doubting girl the
most credulous. It is a rare setting
for his annua! play crop, and he raises
his bow and takes careful aim at th*
heart worn so conspicuously, and so
unguarded, on the girl’s sleeve.
A play crop for Cupid, but seldom a
play crop for those who are his vic
tims.
The man. after the manner of his
sex. recalls other moonlight nights
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with other pretty girls, on w hich were
said and done the same things. Repe
tition of the story of love never in
creases its .‘•acredness, and he has
learned not to take himself too se
riously. He enjoys making love. He
makes it, and he forgets it.
She Is Blind.
The girl, after the manner of her
unfortunate sex. wants to love and to
be loved, and is so blinded by this
longing to behold her lover that there
is none but welcome lights in her
eyes; not one little searchlight to seek
out signs of Insincerity.
She nears and believes, and return?
from her vacation with her heart
singing. She counts the days till that
when he said he would come, and
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never learns till she has counted
them off. over and over again, with
her tears, that that which to her was
seriousness was to him nothing more
than a season's nonsense. He never
comes, he never w rites, and when she
has waited till she can wait no long
er she writes little tear-stained letters
to me.
"What shall 1 do?” she cries. "1
love him. and his silence is breaking
my heart.”
There is nothing she can do save
wait patiently and quietly for the
healing hand of time. Her heart has
beer, battered, and the next season
she doesn't wear it so conspicuously
unguarded on her sleeve.
ford as part of his international cam
paign against vagrancy. The kitch
ens were designed to meet the needs
of the people of all ages, and from
the start the schools were encouraged
to send groups of children to them
for a warm meal at noon. This work
! was long unorganized but never dis-
1 continued, and in the seventies the
obligation of providing meals was
put upon the school authorities.
From this ancient beginning the
school feeding movement spread
throughout th e German Empire until
now it is national in scope, and about
half of the cities contribute to sup
port wholly or in part school break
fasts or dinners.
Victor Hugo a Pioneer.
“School feeding began in France In
1849. The founder of school feeding
in England was Victor Hugo, who,
in the early sixties, provided warm
meals in his own house in Guernsey
for children attending a nearby
school, and so gave the initial im
petus which led to the establishment
in London in 1868 of ‘The Destitute
Children’s Dinner Society.’
"From these early beginnings in
Germany, France and England, the
work of school feeding has spread,
until now, grown beyond the local
issue, it has received national recog
nition and been made the subject of
national legislation in France, Switz
erland. Holland, Great Britain, Den
mark, Sweden. Norway, Finland.
Austria and Belgium. It has also
been started in Spain, Russia and the
United States.
“The movement has attained great
momentum in America In the last
twenty years. The problem confront
ing those who have at heart the wel
fare of American public schools Is
no longer. ‘Shall w r e have school
luncheon?’ but rather, ‘How may we
best guide this movement so as to
develop all of its poetical benefits
and at the same time avoid possible
dangers?’ ”
Enjoyed Smoke.
Gihbs—I went nn a railway journey
the other day and took a box of cigars
with me.
Nibbs—Well. I suppose you had a
good smoke.
Gibbs—Aye. I had that; but when
the train had started I found I had
no matches
Nibbs—No matches, and yet you en
joyed a good smoke? How did you
manage for a light?
Gibbs—Well, you see, I opened the
box, took out one, and that made the
box a cigar lighter.
Poor Appetite.
The Cleric—Just think, my dear
lady, one missionary to every 15,000
savages!
The Dear Lady—Dearie me! Well,
they must have poor appetites or very
big missionaries!
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Be careful what you eat during
hot weather. What you need
is food that nourishes but does
not beat the body.
Faust Spaghetti fits right into
that class. It is a high gluten
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former—but contains practi
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heat the body.
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It can be served
in a great many
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It is easily prepared—it makes a
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