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THE GEORGIAN’S NEWS BRIEFS.
Her Stingy
Sweetheart
Fy BEATRICE FAIRFAX. .
jyiArt MISS FAIRFAX:
I am nineteen years of age and
am deeply In love with a young;
man four years my senior, who re
ciprocates my love. We have been
keeping company for the past five
months and expect to become en
gage <1 soon.
Now my people do not disapprove,
but yet object to my choice, as they
think I can do better and am still
young.
'this young man has many faults
and yet I love him. lie never makei
the first move to take me to a show
unless I ask him; he never buys me
anything. When I was ill In the
hospital he never even bought mo a
flower, and yet came to see me
every night As a whole he Is very
mingy
Now, dear Miss Fairfax, I am very
nw . li puzzled in this matter as you
b , , and am positive that you will
pi*c me good advice in this matter,
tiuneiore will look forward for a
prompt reply.
Yours very truly,
MlaS ELEANOR. MARCIA B.
he is sungy, is he—really
Btaigy? Well, then, 1 wouldn't sit up
n.gnib worrying about him for an-
minute.
1 no bad tiling about a stingy man
it not what he doesn’t give you—but
v\ iat lie makes you think of him all
the time.
• You might love a man who drank
more than was good for him once in
a while- it is even possible to stay
In love with a male flirt—1 know
people who have done it all their
lives. But a man who counts every
penny that goes to make up a nickel
.—who on earth could be romantic
about him?
Unless—are you sure that he la
really stingy just for the sake of It?
His SIDE.
Is there some one dependent upon
him for support—perhaps every
nickel he saves goea to help some
help ess old mother or an Invalid sis
ter have you ever looked Into that
side of the question?
1 knew an actor once who was call
ed King of the Tightwads by every
body in the theatre.
He never gave any of the stage
hands any tips; he was always miss
ing when It came time to chip In for
the rehearsal luncheon, and when the
stage carpenter died he gave his
share to help buy a Gates Ajar In
roses for the coffin—but you could
see that he hated to do It.
One day I happened Into a florist's
and there was the King of the Tights
wads ordering a box of beautiful
flowers.
The florist told me that he sent
such a box every day to his Invalid
mother, who was blind and very
feeble.
He kept that mother In a very ex
pensive sanitarium and paid a trained
nurse to care for her night and day.
1 never could see the fun in calling
him King of the Tightwads after
that.
TWO KINDS.
And then—there are two kinds of
stingy people.
* One kind is stingy in little things
and generous In big ones
I know a man who will haggle with
you an hour over ten cents extra on a
Dutch treat lunch—and he’ll hand
you his check for one hundred dol
lars and never say boo—If you are In
trouble.
Which kind is your young man?
I’d make it my business to find out-
before I married him or even con
sidered being engaged to him.
If he is the real tight-wad bred In
the bone and born In the flesh, say
good-by and let him go before It is
too late. You'll never be happy with
him a minute ae long as you live.
That’s my advice.
Bah Jove! Hi Say, Old Chap, Who 'Ave We Ere?
TIS PR ESI DENT WILSON
SPORTING ANEW MONOCLE
CHIEF EXECUTIVE WEARING EYEGLASS.
President Wilson has the monocle habit. He doesn’t go in for the tortoise shell or the gold-rimmed
kind, but uses just a plain round glass attached to one of those chains that snap up like a window shade.
The President “pulled” this new acquisition on a group of Washington correspondents when they called on
him the other day. His attention was called to a message on his desk, and he wanted to read it. He reached
under his coat and produced the monocle. He didn’t screw the glass into his face. He merely held it to his
eye until he read the message. Then, snap, went the chain and the monocle disappeared.
The Queen of the Adriatic
By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
A Matter of Words.
Mr. Brown and Mr. Green were
taking their long-talked-of holiday
in France. For three months Mr.
Green had been learning French—by
correspondence—and thought he had
mastered the language.
One afternoon the pair went into a
cafe to have tea, and Green, who al
ways insisted on doing all the talk
ing, gave the order to the waiter.
When, however, the tea things were
brought he noticed that something
was missing, and spoke angrily to
the waiter about it.
"My dear fellow,” objected Brown,
“what on earth are you saying?”
"Will you kindly refrain from
making your absurd criticisms of my
use of the French language?” re
torted Green.
“Oh, certainly!” answered Brown.
“Only it seems rather a waste of
time to ask the waiter to bring you
a staircase when what you want is a
teaspoon!”
I T was 108 years ago that the
“Queen of the Adriatic” was
robbed of the crown that she
had so proudly worn for more
than twelve centuries. By the
terms of the Treaty of Presburg,
as dictated by that creator and
destroyer of kings and kingdoms,
Napoleon the Great, the ancient
republic was blotted out. The
glory of the City of the Doges
was no more.
Like a veritable fairy tale is the
story of Venice. Away back in
the year 452, when Attila, the
“Scourge of God,” was ravaging
Europe, families from the main
land took refuge in the lagoons
and started the little settlement
which was destined to become the
Venice of historic and poetic re
nown.
With the solitary exception of
the Hollanders, no people ever
established a state under more
adverse conditions. The untilla-
ble and sait-incrusted soil pos
sessed no mineral wealth; the few
thickets had no serviceable tim
ber; even drinking water was at
a premium; stiM the Venetians
succeeded in establishing them
selves upon a firm soil and in
rearing thereon a state which
was for ages the strongest in the
world. From the very necessi
ties of the case Venice became a
sea power, and by her merchant
marine and navy she controlled
the destinies of empires for more
than a thousand years.
It was Venice that furnished
transports for the hosts of the
Crusaders. It was Venice that
inaugurated the trade between
East and West. It was Venice
that, later on, supplied the ships
and sailors that beat the Turk^
back from Europe and finally an
nihilated their sea power at
I>e panto.
The Bank of Venice, estab
lished in 1157, was the financial
center of the world, and when the
glorious revival of letters came,
followed almost at once by the
Invention of printing, it waa
Venice that led the world in the
output of books and the spread
of the knowledge which made
possible the freedom and prog
ress in which we are to-day re
joicing.
In a time when superstition
and servitude wt. - almost uni
versal Venice boldly stood forth
to champion the cause of enlight
enment and liberty, and greater
than all her banks and doges,
than all her palaces and navies,
was that Paul Sarpe of hers, that
pale-faced little man who, in the
defense of Venetia’s liberties, suc
cessfully defied the mightiest po
tentates and powers of the earth.
A glorious history was that
which the “Corsican adventurer”
so unceremoniously brought to a
close on that December day, 1805,