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Cecil Cunningham Tells Girls
How to Sleep Correctly
By MAUDE MILLER
44 F to toll every girl of to-
I day who has an imagination
of any kind to be very care
ful lest she overexercise it,” says Miss
Oeil Cunningham, of the “Oh, I Say”
Musical Corned v Company. “Per
haps this will sound strange to those
of you who have always thought an
imagination nothing less than a gift
fmm Heaven, hut 1 have seen many
pretty girls lose thefr looks from
nothing more nor less than imagin
ing things that had not occurred, nor
xn ere ever likely to happen.
“Imagination—1 will admit that it
gives us all an insight into the high
er ideals and meanings of life, that
without It life would be hardly worth
living; but don’t overdo it, or harm
w ill surely come of it. For instance,
every 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 is resting, and
then we must relax the mind. We
must forget that there is anything
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Miss Cecil Cunningham.
else in the world but sleep, and al
most immediately sleep will come t<
• laim us. Rut now take the im-1
aginative girl.
She Is Weary.
“She goes to bed weary of body,
but with a mind alert and wide
awake She plans the doings of the
next day, she remembers with a start
a 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 is getting
wider and wider awake. She tosses
restlessly from side to side, and Anally
when she does fall asleep her
rest is Ailed with dreams. The per
son who gets the most benefit from
sleep never dreams. A couple of
rights like this, and the girl’s nerves
will be all on edge, she will be half
sick, and all because of an over
exercised imagination.
“Imagination has everything to do
with one’s proper breathing, and 1
will tell you why. Imagining any kind
of an experience plays on the nerves,
stimulates the heart action, and
makes the breath irregular. And
when w,* don’t breathe properly we
have hollow chests and sallow skin
1 remember how 1 disliked having my
gowns cut to show my neck and
shoulders when 1 first went on the
stage, but now 1 realize that it is
simply revealing the results of a good
urea thing apparatus, and 1 am proud
to be able to show what 1 have dime
for myself.
Exercise Vocal Cords.
Exercising the vocal cords is splen-
*'The person
who grtt the
m o*t benefit
from sleep
never dreams,”
says Miss
Cunningham.
‘1 he imaginative
girl goes to
bed weary of
body, but
alert in mind.
She tosses
from side to side,
end finally,
when she does
sleep, dreams.**
did for developing the neck and shoul
ders never mind about your voice-
people are not expecting tff 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.
“If you can control your imagina-
' lion, 1 can think of no more delight-
I I'ul tiling to possess. It will help to
I while away many a long, dreary hour;
but be careful, it is so apt to control
YOU, and when you nave lost the
upper hand, to lead you into paths
where excitement holds sway, and
where your nerves are liable to play
all sorts of tricks on you. I hope a
great many of you will recognize the
truth in these few suggestions and
benefit bv them.”
TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“I am her father. Chief Dempster,
j 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 fhe full measure of guilt that
he would never believe until it w r as
confessed as the black truth. A man
who will defend his woman against
the world until she is driven to con
fess the truth a man who must be
lieve that what he loves is pure and
innocent until she convicts herself
out of her own mouth—may find that
guilt confessed truth—has the power
to puench the flame of love* that the
world's suspicion lias only fanned
higher. .Justice and duty were Gor
don Graham’s fetish; his oath to his
country bound him; what would 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 w on't stop me now. I'll take
this case over your head to the At
torney General. * * * I 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 girl, 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 her
against the merciless enem she had
evoked. “Aline, there Is a law thut
! will nrtoect -us! ”
j The Way Out.
..‘‘US”—how that word carried com-
1 fort to the girl! He was offering her
Jan absolute partnership—to which he
brought everything of faith and loy
alty and 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 w hat might befall her
for weal or woe!
“Let mo ask Father Shannon one
question, gentlemen? Only one, mind
you—no more "
“FATHER SHANNON. HAS NOT
THIS LADY CONFESSED TO YOU
HER SECRET MARRIAGE?”
Holbrook's eyes flamed with donri-
naqt purpose. Thu priest faced him
u' c n mnninn fa
“May I apeak?"
Aline nodded her head. » • *
"Yes." she murmu^d.
She has confessed so me 1 -Isji 1
priest—HER SECRET MARRIAGE."
There was an absolute hush of
waiting In the room. Amazement was
written on Graham's face—and a
syptie smile olayed about the Chief's
lips the game moved fast, indeed!
Defying the world for tpr if ne d
be. in exalted triumph Holbrook t •
Aline into his arms. She crept into
their sanctuary—and watched with
trustful joy, the while he threw up
dt Science s S
A Geological Aristocrat Who
Has Outlived His Time
his head in challenge—and cried
Joyous triumph:
“THERE IS A LAW THAT PRO
TECTS EITHER HUSBAND OR
WIFE FROM TESTIFYING
AGAINST THE OTHER—IS THERE
NOT?”
The other men slowlv nodded.
“WELL, THE... 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 Alines
world man”--because he had felt in
| Holbrook the possibility for just such
! clandestine sneaking of what he
| wanted. And t’hief Dempster hard
ened in his conviction that these two
i were m clever pair who would bear
> watching—and watching apart.
Aline Paroled.
And Father Shannon wondered if
j ever a lie had been told in noble a
cause.
For just ono joyous moment Aline
stayed close and warm in the sanc
tuary of her lover’s arms—and then
in a tone that rumbled through her
consciousness with the irresistible
power of a car of steel on a track of
steel, came.Chief Dempster'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 ” „
A line's voice rose in the shrill stac
cato of onrushing hysteria.
"Aline!” commanded Holbrook,
sternly, while his arms tightened
their strength-giving, tender hold.
“They are to get nothing from either
of us. You are to say no word. Re
member—I command you to be si
lent.”
will—my vow—oh. Larry, Lar
ry.” she murmured, weakly, lying
snent and inert in his arms.
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
H
ERE again ia the war of races—
the play of the terrible law
that life must live upon life
But the antagonists confronting
one another In this picture—the little
humming bird. with Its defending
lance, and the moase-like creature
seeking the eggs possess a particu
lar interest, because one of them is
what a French naturalist calls a “reve-
nat”; that is to say. a “ghost.” though
This unusual
picture shows
the caenolestes
surprised while
raiding a bird’s
nest for eggs.
The mother bird
is furiously
trying to drive
the thieving
animal a wav
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To Be Continued To-morrow.
Daysey Mavme
And Her f oiks
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was it is useless to try to tell. bccauat
the geological periods cannot be roes*
ured in centuries. But it was befor,
what is 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 tne 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
ries.
Attacking a humming bird’s nest.
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
for a. moment. There was a moment's
pause—a moment linked with toe
great mystery of one man’s impelling
influence over his fellow's. At last
Father Shannon turned his eyes from
the Captain ;o the girl.
Up-to-Date
Jokes
© © The Manicure Ladv ^ ®
By WILLIAM F KIRK.
ii I WAS reading .» poem last night
J that was wrote My a gent
named Mister Poe,” said ‘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 somethin.?
to make them laugh?”
“Any down could do that," said Ft
Manicure Lady "But this piece was
too hard for a clown to rrite. Part
of it went, 'Ah. distinctly l remember,
it was in the bleak December.’ I
could see the dead leaves living wnevi
1 read them l!n« s And that makes
me think, George, of something that
puzzles me a lit of times. Why is it
that a person gels bluer In the fall
than In the spring? 1 try to K-
bright and merry like a little song
bird, but all of a sudden I think about
how short a time we are »ere, or
somebody that died In a railroad
k. or the Giants in the last
j year. Wilfred wrote some lines on
I the back of a looking glass up to the
house last night. There was a lot of
paper and a fountain pen in the writ-
i lng desk, but Wilfred noticed that
Burns and the other old poets would
go around and write lines on window
panes and in the front of books, so
he has to do the same. Them' here :s
the lines he wrote:
“You naughty, cruel boy!” said the
very fashionably dressed young wom
an. who was taking a stroll in the
park, to the urchin whom she found
despoiling a bird’s nest. “How ran
you be so heartless as to take those
eggs? Think of the poor mother-bird
when she comes bad* and ”
“That’s all right, miss,” interrupted
the boy; "the mother-bird is dead.”
The young woman’s expression re
flected disbelief.
“How do you knflw?” she asked,
sharply. —
“’Cos I sees ’er on your ’at,” wai
the reply.
“The trees are bate and every where—
The smell of frost is in the air.
The mind grows somber as it thinks
Of winter, and my poor soul shrinks
| At the thought of wind howling from
the north.
| Snow drifts, frozen pipes, and «.»
forth.
Each life is like a single year—
i First in the soring we happylappear,
I Then in the summer life we injoy,
And in the winter w*' can find no
Joy."
The cabby regarded with a gleam
of delight the taxi which had broken
down, but did not speak.
The chauffeur began operating on
his machine. He turned and twist-d
it. and banged it, but to no avail, and
still the cabby spoke not. Then the
chauffeur wiped Ills brow, and the
cabby, still with the gleam in his eye,
crossed over.
“’Ere," he exclaimed, grimly, hold*
| ing out his whip. " Ere yer are, mis-
A LL the world’s a stage, and for
no performance is greater care
taken to provide fitting and
costly special scenery than when a girl
expects her beau.
For him are provided the newest and
most artistic scenic drops; for him the
alluring, lllusionizing lights, and for him
every skill a girl may command to give
a finished and pleasing performance.
Daysey Mavme Appleton had put on
all her special scenery. There was a
big easy chair which would make a man
long to stay forever; a lamp with a
pink shade that reflected a becoming
tint on Daysey Mayme’s face, her most
becoming dress, her hair as fluffy as if
she had combed it with an egg beater,
and 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 the
performance to begin.
He had not appeared when the clock
struck eight; no word had been received
from him when the clock struck 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 took off
her special scenery with eyes filled with
tears.
Every woman’s morning attire is a
proof that all w r ash goods fade. Daysey
Mayme on the morning following her
disappointment wore a calico dress that
gave no hint of its original color, her
complexion was still on the dresser and
her hair was divided sharply into little
rectangular plots like a newly laid out
suburban tract, with a wad of hair over
a curler in the center of 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-
^°t in the ordinary acceptation of
that term. It looks like a mouse, but
is none. It Is a geological survivor,
j a left-over from the most remote an-
j tiqulty, 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, w’hose
tombs are more ancient than the hills. ;
If length of pedigree and rarity of j
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 recognized popular nanrwa.
Around Bogota it is called the “raton
runcho,” or opossum rat. Naturalists
name it the caenolestes.’’ It lives
among the upper branches of trees,
raiding the nests of small birds and
keeping itself secluded from observa
tion, as if it felt that it does not be
long to the age in w'hich it finds it
self. *
MAM I.Y AUSTRALIA.
A curious fact In connection with
the caenolestes is that other animals
similar kind have survived in
of
ITS A A TEC EDEN TS.
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
Triassic times. How long ago that
much greater variety in Australia, a
continent that is as remarkable for its
curious animals as for its singular
situation, away ofT by itself. Geolo
gists believe that before, and partly
during Triassic times, a. great conti
nental arm united Australia and South
America Then, perhaps, the ances
tors of the caenolestes lived in all
portions of the huge continent that
was thus formed, but after the con
vulsion that separated 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 birds
of the tropics.
•it Mm with this.’
"It rhymes all right." said the Head
Barber, but 1 can’t see no great
amount of sense to it."
"I thought it was kind of minor
league n»> pelf, ’ said t He \ianieure
Lady! “but 1 suppose poets has the r
off days the same as barbers.”
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,
rti me-tested, safe and speedy
BEECHAM’S
PILLS
i la 4u«, l(k H 2U
World’s Series, and all my happln
is shot to pieces. That’s the way 1
am most every fall »lnce 1 can ro-
member.”
"1 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 1 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
that is the time of year when everj
thing is getting through. Nothing
could be more sad to look at tluxn a
tree without no leaves on it. bur th ft
is what your lam pa rests on the nrn
me you go for a drive in the park
Wilfred feels the same way 1 do about
it. He says that every dead leaf >
the ghost of some dead lover, of
course. 1 don’t take no stock in that
part of it. but he is all the time
mooning about love and we all let
hint have his way up to the house,
because it is wrong to cross a poet.
The old gent is the only one that gets
after him. but I think down tn his
heart he feels kind of proud of Wil
fred when the noor boy manages ’o
get one of his poems in a magazine.
But there I go rambling again. As
I was crying this is a blue time of
Anticipation.
Alio
Bill! 1 ’aven’t seen you for
weeks Bill s pal stopped suddenly
Then: “But wot’s wrong, man?" he
asked. “You’re lookin’ mighty seedy.
Been ill - -eh?”
Bill passed a horny hands across his
brow.
“No. he replied. "1 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!"
"I.untme: replied* the other. “And
ou Iong ave you been there?”
"1 -‘«n ♦ been there yet." retorted Bill.
"Begin to-morrer. he added gloomU).
That is a good story which has been
told about Cecil Rhodes and the but
tons of his jacket. A habit w ith him
was to make a particular coat so
much a favorite that lie would wear
it every day.
One coat which had been through
this ordeal he sent at last to the tailor
to 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."
swered it
There stood the man for whom the
stage had been set the night before! In
the semi-darkness of the hall lie began
an explanation of how lie 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.
Day sey May tne also saw exaggerated
HIS morning I woke up in my
little white bed with the
thought that something out of
the ordinary was going to happen.
My little French clock w r as ticking
vigorously out in the den on my desk,
the pink and white pillow's* on the
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. I
was curious, and I 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 its quite as a matter of fact.
That was this morning, and now
here I am in the library reflecting on
the good and bad Possibilities of my
latest caller. It isn’t as if I 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 said
to me to-night.
"Why am l 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 to
keep anyone guessing."
“Are any of the like me?" I
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
Mrs Newlywed was fairly jubilant
over her first pie. R was hubby's
duty to sample ft
"S’our 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
still alive and hearty."
post-mortem values ami opportunities. | frivolous for that. How would you
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.
Her Vendetta.
“Yes. said the meek looking man.
"1 \ o no doubt you've bad some groat
1 unting experience in — •
abroad.’’
“I have, indeed."
“Buffalo hunting
“Yes.”
And bert* hunting'
of coitrj
Mrs.
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ex peri
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in your
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no
Then \
ou ll be
gin
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know w
hat reai
invitatic
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excitem
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lust have
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Mrs High tin- .So that is where they
were ‘ I desired to engage them last
evening t-» wait at table at our card
i*ari\ supper, out the employment agent
tokl me they were out.
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 the girl, “untij, 1 came to work
for you!” .»<*
"One of t.he characteristics of ray old
comrade. Amos Stillman, was bravery
in actual fighting service." said the old
soldier “Another characteristic was a
sense of humor which stood him in
good stead, even in the face of danger,
and contributed not a little to the gay-
ety of Ids comrades.
“At the battle of Cold Harbor, just
before making the charge and while un
der the Confederate fire, our corporal,
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 titan spoken when
Private Stillman stuck his ramrod in
th* ^ground:
MIere. Corporal.' said he, get be
hind this.’ ”
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 place, you reallv
ARE nice."
“Well, that’s something like.” h°
said eagerly, pulling his chair closer,
"now let’s get dow n to business."
"Business?” I queried politely, and
he laughed.
“Gee. you ARE different,” he said
again, running his fingers througluhis
hair in a funny, boyish way he has.
"I believe you said that before." 1
said, demurely, drawing away from
the hand that was suddenly stretch*" 1 1
out for mine. And then 1 knew that I
really did like him.
"I'm afr • ' " 1 >. id. severely
■ hose nurses spoil you worse than mn
I imagined. You really nbed some
very severe discipline. I think I shall
being right now.'' And I did, if stern
ly repulsing all his advances meant
severe discipline. I guess he liked
me as well as the nicest nurse, loo, 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. Rut how am 1 to know
when the right one does come along,
and when the right time comes and
all the other hundred and one things
that one has to know, I suppose?
Anyway, I don’t think he's a bit serii
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 he
bribed, and do you still think I’m very
strange?”
Not Changed.
“I haven’t changed my opinion of
you at all." he said, decidedly.
"And still 1 have my illusions.” I
interrupted, rather breathlessly.
“What do you mean?” he said, his
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
1 w ent slowly upstairs. Mv pink iamp
was lighted In the den and mv clock
was ticking just as it had been when
I woke up in the morning. I brushed
back a lock of hair, reflectively, anl
my hand had that same funny medi
cine smell. Then I curled up among
the pink and white pillows of rr-y
couch and had a good think.
A new type dog ha-y just been dis
covered. It is called a golf retriever,
and is to be found on the Horsender.
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. Tf his master foozles
he barks disgustedly. If the shot is
a good one he goes after the 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, who gave
a supper party at Philadelphia, when
chattering monkeys mingled with the
guests, while talking parrots were
petched on the branohos of real
orange trees arranged round the room
During the evening the monkeys dis
tinguished themselves by tearing up
some priceless orchids.
The elaborate policy of insurance
devised for airmen was described in
an action between an Insurance com
pany and the French pilot Vedrines
For the loss of a lower limb, two-
thirds of the amount payable on death
is allowed; 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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