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Cecil Cunningham Tells Girls
Ilow to Sleep Correctly
By MAUDE MILLER.
r WANT to tell every (?irl of to
I day who has an imagination.
oC any kind to he very care
ful lest she overexerelse it,” says Miss
Tetil i'unnlngham, of the “Oh, I Say”
Musical Comedy Company. "Per
haps this will sound strange to those
of you who have always thought an
imagination nothing less than a gift
from Heaven, but I have seen many
j •,; ■ y girls lose thefr looks from
r • ing more nor less than imagin-
iim :! ings that had not occurred, nor
v. 1 re ever likely to happen.
imagination—I will admit that it
giv. s us till an insight into the high-
c icleads and meanings of life, that
without it life would be hardly worth
ving; but don’t overdo it, or harm
> ill surely come of it. For instance,
c ry girl knows how necessary long
■ onsecutive hours of sleep are to
beauty and good health. To sleep, we
must first relax, first the hands and
arms and then the rest of the body,
until every muscle »s resting, and
then we must relax the mind. We
must forget that there is anything
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*!se in the world but sleep, and al
most immediately sleep will come to
claim us. But now take the im
aginative girl.
She Is Weary.
She goes to bed weary of body,
but with a mind rtlert and wide
awake. She plans the doings of the
next day, she remembers with a start
* telephone message that she has for
gotten to deliver to some member of
the family, she decides to have a gown
made over, and wonders whether or
not fur trimming would be appropri
ate. And every minute she getting
wider and wider awake. She tosses
i »*stlessly from side to side, and finally
when she does fall asleep her
lest is filled with dreams. The per-
e"ii who gets the most benefit from
£>op never dreams. A couple of
rights like this, and the girl’s nerves
i 11 be all. on edge, she will be half
£ n k, and all because of an over-
exercised Imagination.
Imagination has everything to do
with one’s proper breathing, and I
will tell you why. Imagining any kind
of an experience plays on the nerves,
simulates the heart action, and
makes the breath irregular. And
when we don’t breathe properly we
have hollow chests .and sallow skin.
3 remember bow I disliked having my
gowns cut to show my rfeck and
shoulders when I first went on the
stage, but now I realize that it is
dimply revealing the results of a good
breathing apparatus, and I am proud
to be able to show what I have done
for myself.
Exercise Vocal Cords.
“Exercising the vocal cords is splen-
dt Science
A Geological Aristocrat, Who
• Has Outlived His Time
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“The person
gets the.
most benefit
from sleep
never dream*,"
says Mi**
Cunningham.
‘The imaginative
"H goes to
d weary of
body, hut
aiart in mind.
She tosses
from side to side,
and finally,
when she does
sleep, dreams.**
did for developing the neck- and shoul
ders—never mind about your voice—
people are not expecting to find in
you a second Tetrazzini just because
you have discovered a way to round
out the ugly hollows in your neck and
to regulate your entire breathing ap
paratus.
i “If you can control your imagina
tion, I can think of no more delight-
| ful thing to possess. It will help to
while away many a long, dreary hour;
i but be careful, it is so apt to control
j YOU, and w’hen you have lost the
! upper han/1, to. lead you into paths
where excitement holds sway, and
where your nerves are liable to play
all sorts of tricks on you. 1 hope a
great many«of you will recognize the
truth in these few suggestions a/td
benefit by -them.'’
(From the play by George
borough, now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“I am her fathar. Chief Dempster,
and I am District Attorney,” said
Graham, fighting as man will ever do
for his own. But the unasked, un
answered question was how far this
proud father would fight when he
learned the full measure of guilt that
he would pever believe until it was
confessed as the black truth. A man
who will defend his woman against
the world until she is driven to con
fess the trutti—a man who must be
lieve that W’hat he loves is pure and
innocent until she convicts herself
out of her own month— may find that
guilt confessed—truth—has the pow’er
to puenoh the flam*- of love that the
world’s suspicion has only fanned
higher. Justice and duty were Gor
don Graham’s fetish; his oath to his
country bound him; v\ kat w r ould he.
what must he do, when he found how
far his daughter had brought herself
under the displeasure of the laws of
his land?
“That won’t stop ino now. I'll take
this case over your head to the At
torney General. * * ♦ T arrest
them both,” said Dempster, with cold
allegiance to duty as he saw it.
"What can you gain by her arrest
to-night?” asked Graham.
“By a proper examination I’ll get
something from him or her.”
While the father and the law fought
for the girt, Holbrook had stood pas
sively by—watching, watching keen
ly for a ray of light through some
chink in the armor of the law. Now
he threw up his head with a motion
of strength he might have learned
from some stag in the forest when
that creature tossed its head in ani
mal supplication to the power of some
god of the wild.
“Aline,” he said in a tone of quiet
conviction and power that sent a wave
of new strength to the girl who had
been cowering against the heavy ta
ble where her father fought for h^r
against the merciless enem shq had
evoked. % ‘Allne. there is a law that
will prtoect—us!”
The Way Cut.
I ..“US”—how thai word carried com
fort to the girl! He was offering her
an absolute partnership—to which he
• brought everything of faith and loy
alty ^nd clever determination. He
was quietly sharing her burden here
before them all. And in another mo
ment she would know how absolutely
he was sharing what might befall her
for weal or woe!
“Let me ask Father Shannon one
question, gentlemen? Only one, m’n.l
you—no more **
“FATHER SHANNON, HAS NOT
THIS LADY CONFESSED TO YOU
HER SECRET MARRIAGE?”
Holbrook’s eyes flamed with domi
nant purpose. The priest faced him
for a moment. There was a moment’s
pause—a moment linked with toe
great mystery of one man’s impelling
Influence over his fellows. At last
Father Shannon turned his eyes from
the Captain to the girl.
I “May I speak?”
Aline nodded her head • ♦ *
j "Yes,” she murmured.
“She has Confessed to me -her
priest—HER SECRET \4A R.RIAGE.”
There was an absolute hush of
waiting in the room. Amazement was
written on Graham’s face -and a
syptic smile played about the Chief’s
lipST-the gam$ moved fast, indeed!
Defying the world for her if no d
be. in exalted triumph Holbrook too
Aline into his arms. She crept ini
-their sanctuary—and watched with
trustful Joy, the while he threw up
his head in challenge—and cried in
joyous triumph:
‘TilEKE IS A LAW THAT PRO
TECTS FATHER HUSBAND OR
WIFE FROM TESTIFYING
AGAINST THE OTHER—IS THERE
NOT?”
The other men slowly nodded.
"WELL, TftE.. GENTLEMEN,
YOU’LL GET NOTHING FROM
EITHER OF US, FOR THIS LADY
IS MY WIFE!”
Gordon Graham felt in a flash that
this was why he had not liked Aline s
"world man”—because he had felt in
Holbrook the possibility for Just such
clandestine sneaking of what be
wanted. And Chief Dempster hard
ened in his conviction that these two
were a clever pair who would bear
watching—and watching apart.
Aline Paroled.
And Father Siuyinou wondered if
ever a lie had been told in so noble a
cause.
For just one Joyous moment Aline
stayed close and warm in the sane
tuary of her lover's arms—and then
in a tone that rumbled through her
consciousness with the irresistible
power of a ear of steel on a track of
steel, came Chief I>emf>ster's voice:
"You may take the girl home with
you, Graham—but she is—my pris
oner. Your parole that you will keep
her so.”
In unspeakable agony the father
bowed his shamed head.
“As for Captain Holbrook—he may
come with me.”
"Where? Where? Oh, no—it isn’t
fair-—not him—I—
Atine’s voice rose in the shrill stac
cato of onrushing hysteria.
“Aline!" commanded Holbrook
sternly, while his arms tightened
their strength-givlna. tender hold.
“They are to get notning from either
of us. You are to say no word. Re
member^—I command you to be si
lent.”
“I will—my vow'—oh, Larry,' Lar
ry,” she murmured, weakly, lying
spent and inert in his arms.
To Be*Continu«d To-morrow.
This unusual
ERE again Is the war of races— picture shows
the play of ths terrible law th© caenoiestes
that life mu.t live upon Ufa. , urp ri,e<l whil.
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
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But the antagonists confronting .
one another in this picture—the llttTe j raiding a bir s
humming-bird, with Its defending nest for eggs,
lance, and the mouse-like creature
seeking the eggs - possess a particu
lar Interest, because one of them Is
what a French naturalist calls a ‘Teve-
nat”; that is to say. a “ghost.” though
# # The Manicure Lady
By WILLIAM F KIRK.
WAS reading a poem last night, yef«\ Wilfred vs rote buun- lines on
I the back of a looking glass up to the
I house last night. There was a lot n£
Good All Round
aids to good health—and to the
strength, comfort and cheerful
ness which depend on thecondi-
tion of health—are the famous,
time-tested, safe and speedy
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Sold everywhere, la boxes, 10c., 25c.
i 4 I WAS
that was wrote y a gent
named Mister Poe,” said f he
Manicure Lady. "The name of it was
the name of some bird, something like
a crow, and, gee! George, that poem
made the chills run up and down my
spine for fair. I think it must be
grand to be able to write poems and
frighten people.”
"1 don’t see any class to frighten
ing people,” declared the Head Bar
ber. "Why didn’t he write &omethin.£
to make them laugh?”
"Any clown could do that, said the
Manicure Lad> "But this piece was
too hard for a clown to write. Part
of it went, ‘Ah, distinctly I remember,
it was in the bleak December.’ I
could see the dead leaves flying wnen
1 read them lines And that makes
me think, George, of something that
puzzles me a let of times. Why is it
that a person gets bluer in the fall
than in the, spring? I try to be
bright and merry like a little song
bird. but all of a sudden I think about
how short a time we are here, or
somebody that died in a railroad
wreck, or the Giants in the last
World’s Series, and all my happiness
is shot to pieces. That’s the way I
am most every fall since I can re
member.”
"I get that way, too." said the
Head Barber. “All my creditors come
around then and tell about that it is
going to be a long, hard winter, and
would I please kick in with at least
part of the amount.”
"It ain’t no money trouble that
makes me blue in the fall,” said the
Manicure Lady. “It must be because
•hat Is the time of year when every-
iiing is getting through. Nothing
ould be more sad to look at than a
ree withobt no leaves on It, but that
is what your lamps rests on the nrn-
ute you go for a drive in the park.
Wilfred feels the same way I do about
He says that evfry dead leaf is
he ghost of some dead lover. Of
, ourse, I don’t take no stock in that
part of It. but he Is all the time
mooning about love and we all let
im have his way up to the house,
< ause it is wrong to cross a poet.
The old gent is the only one that gets
,fter him, but I think down in his
/heart he feels kind of proud of Wil
fred when the noor boy manages to
net one of his poems in a magazine.
I /at there I go rambling *gain. As
II w as saying, this is a blue time of
; paper and a fountain pen in the writ-
I ing desk, but Wilfred noticed that
| Burns and the other old poets would
1 go around and write lines on window
: panes and in the front of books, so
j he has to do the same. These here is
I the lines he wrote:
i "The trees are bare and everywhere
j The* smell of frost is in the air.
The mind grows somber as it thinks
| Of winter, and my poor soul’slirlnas
j At the thought of wind howling from
the north.
Snow drifts, frozen pipes, and go
fort h. ' s
Each life 1s like a single year—
First In the spring we happy appear,
Then In the summer life we enjoy,
And in the winter we can find no
joy.”
"It rhymes all right,” said the Head
Barber, but I can’t see no great
amount of sense to It.”
“I thought it was kiwi of minor
league myself,” said the Manicure
Lady, “but I suppose poets has their
off days the same as barbers.”
Anticipation.
“ ’Alio, Bill! I ’aven’t seen you for
weeks* ” Bill’s pal stopped suddenly.
Then: "But wot’s wrong, man?” he
asked. “You’re iookin’ mighty seedy.
Been 111—eh?” 9
Bill passed a horny hands across his
brow.
“No,” he replied, “I ain’t been ill. It’s
work wot’s doin’ for me—work from 7 In
the mornin’ until 6 at night, and only
one hour off. Think of it, mate!”
“Lumme!” replied the other. "And
’ow long ave you been there?”
"T ain’t been there yet,” retorted Bill.
"Begin to-morrer.” he added gloomily,
as he slowly mouched off.
Her Vendetta.
Mrs. Tiptop—I am sorry you were not
at my reception last evening.
Mrs. Highup (coldly)—I received no
Invitation.
Mfs. Tiptop (with affected surprise)
—Indeed? It must have miscarried. I
had among my guests three foreign
counts.
Mrs. Highup—So that is where they
wdre* I desired to engage them last
evening to wait at table at our card
party sapper, but the employment agent
toM me they were out.
Up-to-Date
Jokes
Daysey Mavme
And Her Folks
Attacking a humming bird’s nest.
‘^You naughty, cruel boy!" said the
very fashionably dreased young wom
an, who was taking a stroll in the
park, to the urchin whom she found
despoiling a bird’s^ nest. “How can
you be so heartless as to take those
eggs? Think of the poor mother-bird
when she comes back and ”
"That's all right, miss," interrupted
the boy; "the mother-bird Is dead.”
The yoMng woman's expression re
flected disbelief.
"How do you know?” she asked,
sharply.
“ ’Cos I sees ’er on your ’at,” was
the reply.
* • *
The cabby regarded with a gleatn
of delight the taxi which had broken
down, but did not speak.
The chauffeur began operating on
his machine He turned and twisted
it, and banged it, btlt to no avail, and
still the cabby spoke not. Then the
chauffeur wiped his brow, and the
cabby, still with the gleam !p his eye,
crossed over.
"’Ere," he exclaimed, grimly, hold
ing out his whin. " ’Ere yer are, mis
ter; ‘it ’im with this."
* * *
That is a good story which has been
told about Cecil Rhodes and the but
tons of his jacket. A habit with him
was to make a particular coat so
much a favorite that he would wear
it every day.
One coat which had been through
this ordeal he sent at last to the tailor
io be cleaned and mended, and he got
back the-reply;
"We regret that all we can do with
the garment is to make a new coat to
match the buttons."
• * •
Mrs Newlywed was fairly Jubilant
over her first pie. It was hubby's
duty to sample ft. . ..
"Your mother never baked your fath
er a pie like that, did she, darling?’
said she. as poor hubby tried to eat it.
"No, dear,” he replied. "Father is
still alive and hearty.
* * *
“Yes.” saM the meek looking min,
“I’ve no doubt you’ve had some great
hunting experience in your travels
abroad.”
"I have, Indeed.
"Buffalo hunting”
"Yes."
“And bear hunting”
*Of course.”
"Well, you let my wife take you house
hunting experiences in your travels
Then you’ll begin to know what real
excitement is.”
• * *
"You are absolutely impossible, El
len,” said the mistress of the house,
who was a notorious fault-finder. "1
thought you said you were a lady’s
maid?”
"And so I was, ma’am, calmly re
plied th< girl, "ufitil I came to work
for vou!”
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
A LL the world's a stage, and for
no performance is greater care
taken .to provide fitting and
costly special sfeenery than when a girl-
expects her beau.
For him fire provided the newest and
most artistic scenic drops; for him the
alluring, illusionizing lights, and for him
every skill a girl may command to give
a finished and pleasing performance.
Daysey May me Appleton had put oi)
all her special scenery. There was a
big easy chair which would make a man j
long to stay forever; a lamp with a
pink shade that reflected a becoming I
tint on Daysey Mayme’s face, her most
becoming dress, her hair as fluffy as if
she had combed it with an egg beater,
apd a plate of fudge in a melting mood
of stickiness.
The stage was set for 7:30. and Day
sey Mayme with a set smile on her face
sat waiting for the audience and tlfe
performance to begin.
He had not appeared when the clock
struck eight; no word had been received
from him when the clock struqk nine,
and at ten Daysey Mayme, with her
hair beginning to show need of the egg
beater and the squares of fudge melt
ing into a sticky mass, turned out the
light, retired to her room and Look off
her special scenery with eyes filled witn
tears.
Every woman’s morning attire is a
proof that all wash goods fade. Daysey
Mayme on the morning following her
disappointmrtit wore a calico dress that
gave' no hint of its original color, her
complexion was still on the dresser and
her nair was divided sharply into little
rectangular plots like a newly laid out
suburban tract. With a wad of hair over
a curler In ihe center r>f each tract
She was looking like the wash on the
kitchen clotheshorse and feeling as vi
vacious as a bottle of ginger ale left
uncorked since day before yesterday,
when the doorbell rang and she an
swered it.
There stood the tnan for whom the
stage had been spt the night before! In
the semi-darkness of the hall he began
an explanation of how tie had been de
layed by a wreck on the road, which
explanation ended with a yell of terror
and his sudden plunge down the hall
and out the door when the parlor was
reached and he had caught a look at
Daysey Mayme.
It is a rare misfortune for which re
dress may not* be sought in suing a
railroad, and the farmer who loses a
scrubby, puny calf and sues for the val
ue of an imported black-faced Hereford
Is not the only one who sees exagger
ated post-mortem values and opportu
nities.
Daysey Mayme also saw exaggerated
post-mortem values and opportunities,
and has brought suit against the rail
road for $0,000 for the loss of a possible
road for $80,000 for the loss of a possible
husband!
His Sense of Humor.
“One of the characteristics of my old
comra/le, Amos Stillman, was bravery
in actual lighting service,” Said the old
soldier. "Another characteristic was a
sense of hdmor which stood him In
good stead, even in the face of danger,
ami contributed not a little to the gay-
ety of his comrades.
"At the battle of Cold Harbor, just
before making the charge and while un
der the Confederate fire, our corpora!,
who was more than 6 feet high, and
scarcely bigger around than a gun bar
rel, became excited as the enemy's bul
lets plowed up the earth about him
” ‘what kind of a place is this to
keep a man In?' he demanded; ‘abso
lutely without protection!’
"He had no more than spoken when
Private Stillman stuck his ramrod In
the ground:
“ ‘Here, Corporal,'Tsald he, 'get be
hind this.’ ”
hot in the ordinary acceptation of
that term. It looks like a mouse, but
is none. It Is a geological survivor,
^ left-over from the most remote an
tiquity, a representative of the inhab
itants of this globe millions of years
ago. During all that tremendous
lapse of time it has retained the
characteristics of its ancestors, whose
tombs are more ancient than the hills
If length of pedigree and rarity of
connections are- marks of aristocracy,
this animal must rank as one of the
bluest-blooded of the earth’s inhab
itants. It dwells in Central America,
but is so seldom seen even by the In
dians who haunt the woods of Colom
bia and Ecuador that It has no gen
erally recognised popular name.
Around Bogota it Is called the "raton
runcho,” or opossum rat. Naturalists
name it the caenoiestes. ' It lives
among ti e upper branches of trees,
raiding the nests of amall birds and
keeping itself secluded from observa
tion, as If it felt that it does not be
long to the age in which it finds it
self.
ITS ANTECEDENTS.
To the unscientific eye there is noth
ing remarkable in Its appearance. But
here outside looks go for nothing
The naturalist finds that the caeno-
lestes possesses anatomical character
istics that it must have retained since
Trlassic times. How long ago that
was it Is useless to try to tell, because
the geological periods cannot be meas
ured In centuries. But it was before
what *s called the Age of the Great
Reptiles. Those giants, coming after
It, have all disappeared, leaving their
wonderful skeletons In the rocks, and
yet this little creature survives, and
shows tue same peculiar set of jaw
that characterized its forefathers in
the beginning of time. It recalls that
famous royal family of Europe whose
representatives still sit upon thrones
and whose facial expression never va«
rles.
MANY in AUSTRALIA.
A curious fact in connection with
the caenoiestes is that other animals
of a eimilar kind have eurvlved in
much greater variety in Australia, a
continent that Is as remarkable for It#
curious animals as for its singulal
situation, away off by itself. Geolo
gists believe that before, and partly
during Trlassic times, a great ccyiti-
nental arm united Australia and South
America Then, perhaps, the ances
tors of the caenoiestes lived In all
portions of the huge continent that
was thus formed, but after the con
vulsion that eeparated America from
Australia occurred the descendants of
these animals rapidly died out in
America, leaving finally only the rare
little creature that we have described
to make war upon the humming bird*
of the tropics.
T
HIS morning I woke up In my
little white bed with the
thought that something out of
the ordinary was going to happen.
M,y little French clock was ticking
vigorously out In the den on my desk,
the pink and white pillows on Hie
couch were rumpled up just as I had
left them last night—and suddenly I
remembered Dr. Hammond was com
ing down ana I was quite excited. T
was curious, and 1 did think he was
adorable when he told me quite
plainly that he was coming down to
see me. I guess girls are all the
same. We all like the stormed-in-a-
castle feeling that some men use to
ward us quite as a matter of fact.
That was this morning, and now
here I am In the library reflecting <;n
the good and bad possibilities of my
latest caller. It isn't as if 1 had the
chance to put out my hand and take
him—that would be absurd on my part
—It’s Just to be able to meet any kind
of a difficulty that might arise
"You’re the strangest girl,” he raid
to me to-nignt.
"Why am 1 strange?” I answered.
“You might not like me to tell you,”
he said.
“Yes, I would; please go on.”
“Well, I can’t quite make you out.
You are a combination of frivolity and
seriousness that is quite enough lo
keep anyone guessing.”
“Are any of the "Mr'--* like me?” T
said, flippantly, “and why am I frivo
lous?” *
Some Plain Truths.
“Well, no, to your first question, al
though I have a pretty good time with
them. And why are you frivolous?
Because you like to dress well, and
everything you wear is out of the
ordinary.”
“Not very good proof,” T rejoined
"I don’t see why I have to be dubbed
frivolous for that. How would you
like to hear a few’ things about your
self?”
He laughed. "Well, In the first
place,” I went on, “you are conceited.
I think the nurses spoil you. In the
second place, you are somewhat self
ish. you do only what you like to do,
and in the third pla-ce, you really
ARE nice."
“Well, that’s something like.” he
said eagerly, pulling his chair closer;
“now let’s get down to business.”
"Business?” I queried politely, and
he tlaughed.
“free, you ARE different,” he said
again, running his fingers through his
hair in a funny, boyish way he has.
"I believe you said that before,” I
said, demurely, drawing away from
the hand that was suddenly stretched
out for mine. And then I knew that I
really did like him.
"I'm afraid,” I said, severely, “that
those nurses spoil you worse than even
I imagined. You really need some
very severe discipline. I think I shall
being right now.” And I did, if stern.
Iv repulsing all his advances meant
severe discipline. I guess he liked
me as well as the nicest nurse, too, If
I wouldn’t say good-night in the
“proper way.” I’m not fond of having
people touch me anyway, but I sup
pose the right one WOULD make a
difference. But how am I to kn.iw
when the right one does come along,
and when the right time comes and
ail the other hundred and one things
that one has to kn-ow, I suppose?
Anyway, I don’t thirtk he's a bit seri^
ous. with me.
“Come and see me again,” I said, as
he was leaving.
"You haven't been so very nice to
me,” he answered.
“Don’t tell me that you have to be
bribed, and do you still think I’m very
sirs nge?”
Not Changed.
“1 haven’t changed my opinion of
you at all.” be said, decidedly.
“And still f have my illusions,” I
interrupted, rather breathlessly.
“What do you mean?” he said, hi*
fingers tightening on mine
"Nothing at all,” I said, drawing
back; “that will give you something
to thing about.”
“Till next time,” he said, under his
breath. And then the door closed, and
I went slowly upstairs. My pln4< lamp
was lighted In the den and my clock
was ticking Just as It had been when
f w;oke up in the morning. I brushed
back a lock of hair, reflectively, <-n.l
my hand had that same funny medi
cine smell. Then I curled up among
the pink and white pillow’s of my
couch and had a good think
A new type dog has Just been dis
covered. It is called a golf retriever,
and is to be found on the Horsenden
Hill golf course. He is one of the
most familiar figures on the links
and takes an almost human Interest
in the play. At the tee he stands
like a sentinel. If his master foozles
he barks disgustedly. If the shot Is
a good one he goes after fhe ball as
fast as he can. and stands on guard
over the ball until his master comes
along for his next shot.
The latest thing in eccentric en
tertainments has been devised by
E. T. Stotesbury, a banker, Vho gave
a supper party at Philadelphia, when
chattering monkeys mingled with the
guests, while talking parrots were
perched on the branchop of real
orange trees arranged round the room.
During the evening the monkeys dis
tinguished themselves by tearing up
some priceless orchid*
The elaborate policy of Insurance
devised for airmen was described In
an action between an Insurance com
pany and the Frenoh pilot Vedrines.
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thirds of the amount payable on death
is fi.llowed; for the loss of an arm,
half the amount; for permanent in
jury to the face, such as the loss of
an eye, a quarter, and for the loss of
a finger, a twentieth.
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