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It Is Easy for a Man to Write a Love Letter to His Wife: fust Enclose a Check
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THE HURDY-GURDY
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
What Is Your Chief Attraction f .3 dt
Posed especially for this page by the Jardtn de Danse entertainers.
Three types to make you think
—r-i o the tune of the hurdy-gurdy they danced on the
city street.
•,nd ell who panned stood smiling to watch thetr
tripping feet;
n child was made for dancing, for glee and mirth T —
and play,
And the ,1oy of youth sets a Spring-time gleam on the |
murk of the Winter day.
<*-♦*
Bm what of the OTIFER CHILDREN, bound far from the
sunlight's glow,
W%o*« mnelc Is only the'threbblng hum of the engine
and dynamo?
And whet of thetr leaden footsteps that never knew |
Mpptng fort- -
one dWTd work tn the factory and one child dance
fn Ote afreet?
♦ ♦♦
Shell p»* little Chfldren labor In the Country of the
Free,
And tbs beckoning gleam of the golden sun be a joy
they may not aee?
Shan we danoe to tire hurdy-gurdy of greed and luat \
and gold.
And bay euroelvea a tawdry youth In the pain of a \
child grown old?
tONTTS 11 an honorable man. And ,Tnne«. being an
honorable man. )■ Jlkrwlaa an honest man.
J Thus It came shoot tha other day that June,
vlaltcd h a fishmonger to pay an account.
Mr Knddlyn, having roooivad the money due.
.j i t i w ; ok for a few mlnutre ttn he wrote a re-
And In the short space of flme Jones was
i, pint. and- toll it net In Ootht—Jonpt /el).
;• ood-s.aod codfish lay within reach, and ,fone»
not resist the temptation to Hfin.ff It. Apcord-
u, y the fish soon fotind t«a way fretp the aiafe intp
, f ,.,:,i-tatl pocket—at least the moat of It. aa.
V. -hnut June* ksMnsf. tha tall projaotad.
K oddly n tied the receipt written, and our
, m: friend, having received It, turned to leave the
shop with a "Good dayt"
...nd day. elr, and thank you." returned the
fishmonger, and Mien, his eye falling on Jones's
eest-talls. he mulled-:
••filth by the by. iAr- Jones I"
Jones turned Lnuk- \,
-iBwouoo me owUing ; you back. Mr, ,I<Vitwy>r t,(ie
«t fish said; “there was something I almost omitted
to tell yon.”
••What vu thc.11'' aHkod Jones, curtoualy.
•"Well, >M.r .lena 1 ' -returned the other, significantly,
■Hhe noNt time Jtou wlelt this shop, please wear j
ooat with deeper pock nil, or—or—or—commandeer a
shorter fisht!'’
FOR THE OLD
BY WILLIAM F. KIRK
W HAT- Is your best foat.uro? Do you ever stop
to take stock of youpface? Ha ve you. stud
ieil your Hue .points-and learned to-ac
cent them—to bring them into the foreground at it
were, and to make them overshadow your facial
weaknesses?
Specialize on your good paints and mercifully
v«il,your-bad r onHS, ? and with no-more of a stock in
tcade ; than.-a v wistf'»l l iUm.ple or.a curving smile-you
may. "a f tango"- to-JUai-ajpceUy-.ipirl!
Tip in the .lardin ,-de Danse c on - the -Nejv - York
Roof there ..are three -fascineHafly -pretty ; girls,
■who are well dowered by Nature,in -diverse -ways.
And ..each . on/v of . them ; is -clever. enough - to etapha-
»ize the-good hPointSrOfhber pretty, face-go well-that
if there .were loss good oneano one would ever »us-
peetjit.
The, first head omthe-Jeftjls.tlut »f the winsome
Betty Martin.
tc
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brunette beauty, Beatrice Allen, who dances so de
lightfully. To her grace she adds a face whose
lovely oval contour she does not spoil by any set
conventional coiffure. Her high piled dark hair em
phasizes the soft sweep of line from cheek to chin,
and forms a background for her heavy browed Ori-
Lillian Bradley.
ental eyes. Graceful contour is the thing Miss
Allen strives for.
tn the centre is Betty Martin, nttro accents the
charm of her soprano voice by the warming smile
that gathers her listeners into a band of friends
who are ready to listen and enjoy. There is some
thing personal and Intimate about Miss Mnrfiii'a
friendly smile. It curves a kindly mouth into gen-
eroiiH curve and shows teeth that would sell any
dentrtrfcfi. Charm of expression is the point Miss
Martin brings out in a fashion to .win friends and
admirers.
Mum ilillltan -Bradley is ;a statuesque B ton do who
cnttsvKtBB repose of manner, and -very restful are
ham ateatty eyes, well-groomed hd'.rnrid welhmotiled
lips in these clays of fever and unrest and aoxo-
bertiu grandparents. Grooming rand breeding mdke
the fine Blooded horse .and the woman
thoroughbreds Jn their olasa. And it .is These same
qualities that give Miss Bradley distinctive beauty.
M
r ANY years age they banished
Every thought of worldly games-,
AH the strength of youth has vanish?*!
From their bent and slender frames.
But they Test, after the gleaning.
And the sunset's dreamy glow
Holds a deeper, sweeter meaning
Than the young can ever know.
«*■(?>
They have -loved their ardent lowers.
They have-kissad-ln.yeara gone-by,
And a misty -halo hovers
O’er the loves-that had to dte.
They can dream-«f-faded ;-g4efles.
And each -dream - will 'bring c more .-joy
Than a mWITon passion stories
Passed- betwden-a girt and- a boy.
We are young and we are striving
For the things they used to crave;
They, while splendidly surviving,
Smil8 serenely at the grave.
And we struggle all too vainly
With the hope that" we can tel!
Half the things they see so plainly,
Half the things they know so well.
[ AT TIMES ANIMALS
“I
[T is impossible to exactly imitate the voice of
an animal.” said Minns, learnedly. "Some peo
ple reckon that they are very clever in imita
tions of that kind, but anyone who knows can see
that they are all out."
"Who told you that you were a judge?” asked Sims.
Then Minns got cross and offered to bet him half a
dollar that he could not execute even a plausible
imitation of an animal.
"Any member of the animal kingdom?" queried
Sims.
••yes," answered Minns, adding. "I was going to say
‘except a donkey,’ but I remember that you did that
quite naturally."
"Done for ten cental" exclaimed Sims.
He went to the middle of the room, and the others
awaited the result. Sims stood perfectly quiet for a
minute, then returned to his seat and asked for the
ten cent*.
"What do you call that? That’s no imitation,’*
cried Minns.
"Excuse me,’’ observed Sims, politely, "that was a
fish."
And the others insisted upon Minns parting with
the money.
| A Bachelor s Diary He Leaves the Nurse
By MAX.
O CT. 27—No woman has the right
to put the responsibility of her
conduct on the man. She
•hould never say. as Sally Spencer
lists said, in effeot to me: "1 love you;
I am weak; you are strong. What
ever happens to u* In the future will
depend on you."
1 am not strong. The man never
lived who was strong. If Sally were
a young girl, or an unmarried woman,
knowing men only as she sees them
in the heroes in books aim plays, hei
ignorance would be pitiful, and, in a
way, would be her defense, liut she
lias been married ten or twelve year*
to the weakest man ever created.
1'nere is nothing she does not know
about my sex. Keen, observing, of an
analytical mind, l have known her to
read a man ine first time she met
him, and to point out weaknesses ai>d
acfects which no one suspected at the
time, but which later developed.
1 have seen her give the man who
boasted of his strength such a child
like look of admiration that he at
once became like putty in her hands,
and she did it, not with any tempta
tion to transgress—Sally, never trans
gressed the law, Diary—but Just to
prove ills weakness.
She is a clever woman, a beautiful
woman, a woman born to love and be
loved and is a neglected wife! That
is a bad combination. 1 can think of
none worse.
She is tired of being a Pullman car
tramp and wants to come home. 1
would ;uk the pretty nurse to marry
me. and run away from temptation,
but what manner a man would 1
be to sacrifice a girl in that fashion?
And. besides, no man likes to run
from temptation. He likes to hang
pround it to prove he is not afraid.
i:::cs to flirt with it. <S!Uy daily
heaven’s gate and deliberate, if or
not, he will enter, but when he is so
worldly wise that an imagination
quickened by other men’s experience
pictures a gibbet within the walls, it
Is not strange that lie hesitates and
may turn away.
"There was a time, my dear girl,
when T was yosng, that 1 would scale
the walls to obtain that for which the
gates are now opening Inward for me.
but the spirit cf adventure cools with
the years, and a man who has been
decent almost half a century has a
pride In his record that has the sav
ing grace of a moral sense.
"I would like to keep the slate
clean, my dear. No doubt when St.
Peter looks at me over the rim of his
glasses It will be an accusing eye be
cause of the slaughter 1 have done to
my business competitors, and if
there Is a frown there for me it will
not be double-decked, nor heavy with
Jewels. But will bear no resentment
to this custodian of earthly accounts
and heavenly Jewels. St. Peter was
not a business ntan and simply doesn t
understand.
"But he was a man on earth at one
time, and knew many women, and for
that reason 1 feel satisfied that 1 will
not be Judged harshly. There Is no
page In the account book bearing my
name that is darkened by any wom
an’s shame. Surely the wolf that has
fought only other wolves, and never
attacked a sheepfold, will not have to
ask for mercy.
*‘I love you, Sally. 1 do not claim it
is entirely a spiritual love. That
variety of affection is found only In
the books, and here, of lata, oven the
romancists are flavoring It highly
with the love of the flesh. 1 love you
with the love a man gives the woman
he would like to marry. And that
means that 1 respect you above nil
other women. Would you care to risk
that respect? Believe me, dear girl, a
man’s respect Is worth more than his
love any day.
and pruning, and holding back. Re
member that!
"Marietta Is well. Richards
Tompkins and the other friends in
my home, for 1 cannot cull them scr-
vants, are the same dear faithful
souls. My sickness taught me many
things, and among them was that no
man need feel friendless so long as
he has an employe. They want to be
his friends, and it is his fault if they
are not. *
"We still have and love the brown-
eyed pup. His heart breaks every
morning when Manette starts off tc
school Without him, and heals every
night when she comes home.
"I am leaving the pretty nurse t(
the last. A good girl, Sally: a loving
and lovable girl, just fascinating
enough to make me wicked in mv
thoughts, and Just good enough tc
make me a better man than I have
ever been, in my actions.
“max."
B3T-
f: aid
' 'Ire
Jl’ST A KRIKND.
"Come home, or not, as it pleases
I vou. lou will find me your good
( rlend as * a*-, a always oeen. Bn. It
s *•
riendsbip .n«. i«acda -.va: hin^-,
Well, i
no;
And to show that he is not afraid
he walks a little closer to it. find
dares in the maudlin manner of my
ronoelted sex. to come on! And If It
hesitates in its advance, he knows It
rot. for he has begun to pursue it!
Oh. bally. Sally! Tow who know the
mer *o tn tv o' our strength. I am
**hamen of ou'
October *3— r have answered Sr!
• T s ■ a * Ufit, end this is s copy.
1 ms' help me i • ■ sooai-e myaeif with
r y conootencs should such a future
adjustment of my moral accounts be
neceasary.
"My dear Sally—Your letter Inter
ested me ao much that T have been a
month in trying to frame a reply
Perhaps you may think It strange
a man should pause wutalav
Up-to-Date Jokes
An old Scotch lady was noticed by
her minister to fall asleep every time
he preached, while when young men
from St. Andrew's University acted as
substitutes for him she remained awake
and was most attentive.
The minister one day demanded an
explanation of her conduct, and she re-
plied:
*‘\Veel, meenistcr, I ken the Word of
God is safe in your hands; but when
the young fellow's from St. Andrew’s
come along, it takes ine all my time to
watch them'’
Since woman suffrage was granted
in Illinois there have been three elec
tions, and on each occasion less than
10 per cent of the women voted.
A bee. unladen, will fly 40 miles an
hour, but one coming home laden
with honey does not travel faster than
12 miles an hour.
Grapes contain from 12 to 26 per
cent of sugar—more, that is, than any
other fruit.
Austria was tho first country to
adopt the system of postcards. This
was in 1869.
Are we to hold ragtime revues and
other hustling forms of entertainment
responsible for the following tragedy?
A music hall artist who used to tour
the provinces with a flock of performing
ducks found managers no longer willing
to book his sedate show. After he had
been resting for some time he received
a telegram asking him to open on the
following Monday ai .* variety theater
in the north of /England. In rep.' he
w ired:
"Regret can not come. lia\o eaten
the Act."
AT BAY
A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
(Novelized by)
(From the play by George Scar-
b (’
borough, now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, Now’ York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
international News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
‘lOOk
“What does he mean by
about?’" she quavered.
"Search, I suppose,” said her father.
"For what?”
"Evidence—do you fear it?”
"No!”
But her own fluttering heart told
her how she feared—everything.
"A taxicab!” exclaimed Father
Shannon, who had never left his post
at tho window.
"Here!” exclaimed Graham.
"Captain Holbrook and another
man.”
"He’s asked to see me. * * * I
think he is ready to talk now after
the effect of the night." said Graham
.n nnswer to Aline's questioning look,
"Where was he during the night?
His rooms?”
"The jail.” replied Graham grimly.
"The JAIL! WHY SHOULD HE
BE IN JAIL—AND—I ”
•"He’s a soldier, my dear,” said
Father Shannon proudly, for that this
soldier was his friend. "What’s one
night’s hardship to a lad like him?"
"Mr. Holbrook, suh,” announced
Hattie.
There entered Larry Holbrook,
jaunty, clean-shaven, well-groomed,
self-possessed, and showing never a
mark of hardship from a night in jail.
Gianam looked at him quisically.
“Good morning!" said our Captain,
easily. "Won’t you tell this oiflcer,
Mr. Graham, to wait in the hall for
me?” And he looked with quick lift
ing eyebrow at Donnell, ex-guardian
of a camera and telltale platoholder—
and now guardian-in-chief to one
Lawrence Holbrook.
Another Scheme.
A witness in a particular case had
been examined by the lawyer of the
plaintiff and was turned over to the
lawyer for the defense for cross-exami
nation
‘‘Now, then, Mr Smith." began the
legal ore. "w’hat did I understand >ou
to say that your occupation is?”
“I am a piano finisher,” answered the
witness.
“Yes. I see.” persisted the lawyer;
"but you must be more definite. Do
you polish them or do you move them?”
A little girl, finding her grandfather
dozing, clambered on to his knee and
endeavored to awaken him by pulling
his eyelashes. Annoyed at being dis
turbed from a peaceful nap. the old man
scolded the child for her roughness.
"Wough!" she exclaimed, pouting. "I
wasn’t wough. I was only twving to
open your eyes by the stwings.’*
"I’ll answer for Captain Holbrook.”
sail, the District Attorney.
"All right. Councilor.” Donnell
grinned at the prisoner. "Simply
obeyin’ orders, Captain.”
"Certainly,” said Holbrook, in his
unruffled good humor, and added
quite as an afterthought, "Have a
cigar?”
"Oh—no—sor!” said Donnell, mak
ing a hasty exit from the danger zone
of “pickings.”
The light of mischief went from
Holbrook's eyes—and another light
turned instead. His voice deepened
to its rare tone of protecting tender
ness. as he went to the one woman
in all the world.
"They let me stay in my room—and
you—they took you ” recited Aline
in a flat tone of horror. With love
she had no part now—but fair play—
fair play—that must be seen to at
once.
"Don’t bother about me. I was
perr-fectly comfortable,” said the
Captain with a warm smile and the
lure of the Blarney in his mellow
voice.
"But the injustice of it—I can’t live
and ” The girl was wild past all
discretion now—she burned with
hatred for her own numbing cow
ardice.
"THERE’S NO INJUSTICE WHEN
THE FOX HOUNDS FOLLOW THE
RED HERRING THAT YOU DRAG
OVER THE TRAIL—I WANTED
THEIR ATTENTION TO ME ”
"’Red herring?’” queried the Dis
trict Attorney. "I’ve got to take notice
of every admission, direct or indirect,
Captain, that you make in my hear
ing."
Holbrook faced him and spoke with
a seriousness that weighted every
word with force.
"There isn’t time, Mr. Graham, for
indirection. Your daughter is keeping
still by my advice. Perhaps not the
wisest advice—I’m a poor lawyer—
she needs the best. My night in the
jail gave my slow wits time to go
’round the matter. It’s too v serious to
deprive the girl of counsel. MR.
GRAHAM. YOU’LL HAVE TO PART
COMPANY WITH DEMPSTER!”
“Right—quite right, Mr. Graham,”
added Father Shannon.
"You mean?” asked the father, look
ing at his daughter. * * » she
bowed her weary head beneath its
weight of same and woe.
"You are involved in this thing?*’
breathed the man slowly.
"Yes. . . . awfully,” sobbed the girl
in the relief of expression.
Quickly spoke her champion, "Self-
defense, sir.”
“You mean—the killing!” gasped
the horrified father.
"Shl^ Those are thin doors—only a
whisper,” said the captain, ever alert
for ambuscade.
"Tell me ” groaned Graham.
Mrs. Ur is
p C„ who
with her s
was hoi
given by
ernoon at th
The affair \
mal parties
ho has m
her visit to
The host*
ceived in tl
alms lined
ed in the co
mas wreath
and the mai
mistletoe
Locb- Rice.
The marr
and Milton
event of M
mony to be
ard Club at
Rosenberg
and Leman
/he bride v
Marcus Loe
.. group of
ribbons wil
Maier. Rose
Rita Frosh
jacobus an*
Following
be a dinner
which the 1
>ave on th<
Buffet Supp
Mr. and
lined at t
evening at
?treet in c<
and nephew
mas. The
Mrs. J.
Q . Ky.; :
Roberts
Mrs. Hinto
Mrs. Willis
was decora
silver lovir
and narclss
dining rooi
pers burne<
Mrs. Mot
taining her
Mr?. Sims
Those pr
Blair Arms
K. Selden,
Mr. and Mi
Mrs. Thom
Robert Mc(
Manson. M
Jr. and Mi
Jrs. Ransn
Will Ragsd
C. McGehe
Stewart. M
Eloise Stev
nie Laurie
inson.
Miss Estes
Miss Rut
informally
noon in hoi
dt A Tale of an Alarm Clock ^
"YES, J KILLED HIM, DADDY; I
KILLED HIM,” sobbed Aline.
"My God!” whispered the sworn foe
of all criminals.
"There’s no evidence whatever. I
broke the negative from the camera.
Nobody knows Aline was out of the
house,” the captain hastened to as
sure him—with the assumption that
the dispenser of justice was ready to
foil his grim idea of "an eye for an
eve and a tooth for a tooth” now.
“I KILLED HIM—I KILLED A
MAN,” moaned Aline.
"You went to Flagg’s house?”
"Yes.”
"Why?”
"He telephoned me to come.”
"What reason?” persisted the Coun
cilor. in a tone that he could scarce
keep from being judicial instead of
fatherly.
. *()W do I look?” inquired Miss
I—I McCarthy, as she circled
■*• * about in front of the mirror
in the rest room.
"You look fierce, Marne,” said Miss
Tillman with an obvious effort. “That
color makes you look like a ripe
squash.”
’Well!” exclaimed Miss McCarthy,
stiffening angrily. "Of all the nerve!
If you can’t think of something po
lite to say. Jen Tillman, you’d Just
about as well keep still. I don’t know
that I care about being talked so
rude to.”
"I didn’t mean to be rude, Marne,”
rejoined Miss Tillman, humbly. "It’s
only Just that when it comes to fibs.
I’m on the water wagon.”
"You!” shrilled Miss McCarthy, for
getting her indignation in her aston
ishment. "Since when, please?”
"Since last evening. I found out It
ain’t healthy for me to lie.”
• "Go on and tell it,” said Miss Mc
Carthy.
THE YOUNG MAN.
"You remember that young man I
told you about who looks and acts
so awkward?” asked Miss Tillman.
•‘Well, I’ve been trying to dodge him
for the last couple of months. Still,
when it comes to candy and flowers
and such things he’s a wonder. He
was Just crazy to take me somewhere,
but I simply couldn't stand the
thought of going any place with a
fellow that looks so hayseedy.
"I kept putting him off until last
week, and then he got so determined
about my taking dinner downtown
with him and going to a show after
ward that, honest, there didn’t seem
to be a thing more that I could say
aga’.ns! it. Finally I just said that
I would *;o Wednesday night. Then
he asks where would I meet him, and
To Be Continued To*morrew.
I says I’d meet him on such and such
a corner, having no more Idea of do
ing it than anything. I thought I’d
pretend afterward that I couldn’t get
away from work until it was too
late, or something.
‘Well, nothing would do Wednes
day morning but that I should bring
down pa’s alarm clock to get it fixed.
It had quit work and he lovel his
clocks better than he does his folks.
So that night when I was ready to
go home I beat it over to the car
with the alarm clock under my arm.
Well, who should I see at the very
corner where I was going to get on
the car but Joe, the fellow I had
promised to meet there!
"Thinks I to myaeif, 'Here’s where
you get yours, all right.’ But I
sneaked around back of the crowd
and got in the car. Then that fool
ish, weak-minded alarm clock actu
ally began lo ring! Honest, I never
felt so funny in my life. Here was
little me, all tucked in behind a fat
woman and my face all covered up
with my hat, and there was the
alarm clock yelling its head off! I
got off that car In a hurry at the
same corner, the clock still ringing.”
"Oh, gee!” said Miss McCarthy.
Did the Joe fellow hear it?”
“Hear it!” repeated Miss Tillman.
**I should say he did. And he wasn’t
the only one. Before it got through
I think everybody In the world heard
it. Everybody began laughing and
crowding up to see what was going
on, and just about the time a police
man was trying to get in to see what
was the matter Joe came up.”
"Aw, say, wasn’t that too bad?”
cried Miss McCarthy, sympathetically.
"Well, to tell you the truth,” ad
mitted Miss Till mam "he looked kind
of good to me then for once m his
lire.”
"But now did you get out of going
to dinner with him?” queried Mies
McCarthy.
"I didn’t get out of it. I didn't,
seem to have any spirit left In me. I
Ju-st went.
A REAL CUE.
“To tell 5 r ou t'he truth,” went on!
Miss Tillman after a -moment’s pause,
"I’ve done worse things in my life-
That fellow certainly does know how
to show a girl a good time. We had
a swell dinner and then we too-k in
the best show in town, and thera
were roses and a box of candy to take
home with me. Joe certainly does
know how to treat a girl. And hes
smart,” concluded Miss Tillman. "He
knew I didn’t want to go places with/
him and coming home he asked me
•why. And I told him.”
"Gee, yoiu never did!” ejaculated
Miss McCarthy. “What did he say?”
"He asked me to go with him and
help him pick out some real swell
clothes, and I’m going," rejoined Miss
Tillman, defiantly.
Miss McCarthy curved her hand
back of her ear and leaned forward
as if listening. ,
"Ting-a-ling-ling!” she chirped. **t
hear that alarm clock tuning up to
play the wedding march."
A Short Week
The Goodleys once had a parrot. Of
course, it was a perfectly respectable
bird, occasionally, but on Sunday
evenings, when Mr. Saintly paid his
regular visits, it was deemed advis
able lo cover Polly with a cloth.
Recently, however, Mr. Saintly took
advantage of the half-holiday accru
ing to him through the Shop Act, and
made an extra call on a Wednesday.
As he was ushered in Miss Mary
Goodley dexterously threw' the cloth
over Polly’s cage. Greetings over,
there ensued the usual awkward
pause, which was broken by a squeak
from the covered c^ge:
"Well, I’ll be everlastingly blessed,”
said Polly, "this has been a thunder
ing short week,”
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His Mistake.
In a small country church, not long
since, a little child was brought for
ward for baptism. The young minis
ter, taking the little one in his arms,
spoke as follows:
“Beloved hearers, no one can fore-
tell the future of this little child. He
may gFow up to be a great ustron"
mer, like Sir Isaac Newton, or a
labor leader like John Burns: anfl
is possible he might become ire.-<-
Turning to the mother, he influhed
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