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*THE GEORGIANS MAGAZINE PAGE—
The Worst Kind of
® Flirtation @
Dorothy Dix Tells Girls Why It Is Both Foolish and
~ Fatile to Accept Attentions From Married Men.
i By DOROTHY DIX,
g’r HE most foolish girl in the world,
the one who makes the biggest
x mistake and the one who does the
t wrong to herself and other people,
I 8 the girl who gets inveigled into a
dove affair with a married man.
g_ She is foolish because she ig invaria
bly the victim; because she is the one
i who has to pay the full price of the
{thhlhed romance; because she wastes
her youth and the freshness of her af
.~,' etion of a man who can not marry
“her if he would.
She makes a mistake because she puts
; ierself in an equivocal position, and
\, 0 girl comes out of such a situation
2 ithout bedraggled skirts. Society
takes small stock in platonic friendships
een men and women and none at
Il in platonic affection between a mar
‘ried man and a girl.
;‘* She does wrong to herself because she
‘is blighting her life in the beginning by
_making a false start, and she does
;7. ong to other people because she is
- breaking up a home, and no woman has
.".{;_ er yet built her house of happiness
on the wreck of another woman's hap
"» s and found any peace and joy
in it |
A Girl's Worst Enemy. ‘
E A .tlrl’l worst enemy could find no
r way to destroy her than to in
;i e her to fall in love with a married
Jman, yet I know many girls who boast
that they have an especial fascination
"-"“ married men, and who seem to find a
",‘_“ cular zest in flirting with them,
| These girls think it Is great fun to
"\ on their flirtations with married
right under their wives’ noses, and
shriek with laughter as they tell how
‘.‘ fat, grizzied, middle-aged woman
tur pea green with jealousy as they
isked her husband away from her. |
nly any girl who could enjoy
ing the suffering of a poor, help.
bBB wife, who knows all too well that
ier beauty and charms have faded,
thile some girl young enough to be his
laughter makes a fool of her husband,
Hives too late. She belongs to the time
Their Married Life
(Copyright, 1916, International News
% & Service.)
“‘W HERE are you going?"
5 called Warren from the
E living room.
.“I was going around to the store,
dear,” said Helen, pausing.
. “Can't you telephone?
" “It's too late for the boy to deliver,
and we need this for dinner.”
. “Well, send Mary.”
i “But Mary is busy getting dinner,
dear; she can't take the time.”
| Warren subsided with a grumbled
em: about lettings things go. “It's
al the way,” he said, as he heard
‘ door slam. “Something always
ieeded at the last moment. No sys
tem about things; that's the trouble.”
g trouble with Warren at the
t moment was a perusal of the
nonthly bills. This month they were
Arger than usual. Several things had
leen needed for the Louse and Helen
BAd bought two hats and a new suit
v Wwere charged on the Croft &
rd bill. Warren continued fing
o the papers for some minutes
Bd then the key in the latch told
m that Helen was coming back.
. "Come in here and go over these
y?unlE PIMPI[S
i
Had to Put Cap On, Became Solid
Crust All Over, Took Hair All
. Out. Awiul to Behold.
HEALED BY CUTICURA
p T ——
- "My baby had little yellow pimples come
80 her bead. She would scratch untll the
" blood would come and that made large
$ - eruptions. | had to put
. . & cap on her head to
¢ y X \ keep her from scratch
> \ ing. Her head became
:. B & solid crust all over
- 4 and it took her hair all
4 out, The crust would
h \ 4’ .~ ®°t dry and then come
S| - 4 off and she was awful
‘ ’ \ to behold
“Nothing would help until 1 sent for a
Sample of Cuticura Sosp and Ointment
1 secured some more and less than one full-
Sized cake of Cuticura Soap and one box of
" Olntment healed it.” (Signed) Mrs. M. E.
Grant, Wesser, N, Carolina. July 24, 1015
Sample Each Free by Mail
= With 32. p. Skin Book on request. Ad
_ fress post-card “Caticurs, Dept. T, Bose
Seld thsoughout the world.
of the Inquisition, and would have
made a lovely little torturer,
In the Wife's Place.
Before you engage in a flirtation with
a 4 married man, girls, just put yourself
in the wife's place. Some day you will
be married. Think how you would feel
if you saw some younger and prettier
wovman cajoling your husband away
from you,
But you don’t even have to be altru
istic to perceive the wisdom of avold
ing love affairs with married men. It's
self-preservation. To begin with, it
practically shuts the door of matrimony
in your face. |
The love time and the marriage time
of a girl's life are short, and if she
’doofin't make hay while the sun of har‘
youth and beauty shines, her harvest
is an empty one.
1 If a girl wastes these years when sho
‘mlght marry on some married man that
she can never marry, she throws away
her chance of settling herself in life, and
by the time she has waked up to the
folly of her course, or the married man
has tired of her and wants somebody
st:ll younger and fresher, her oppor
tunity is gone. Nor are men anxious to
seek as a wife the heroines of this par
ticular kind of sentimental episode.
A Remedy.
Of course, married men are often very
handsome and fascinating, and they
know how to make love beautifully, and
Just the nice little things to do that
women like to have done for them, but
when you find yourself listening to
one—and enjoy listening—when he be
gins to tell you that his wife doesn't
understand him, and how unhappy he
is at home, and what vour sympathy
means to him, and s 0 on, just stick
Four little fingers in your ears, and
take to your heels,
You are not a public “comforter, and
such a man means you no good. He's
willing to break your heart, to blight
your prospects in life, to compromise
your name just for his own amusement.
~ That is why I say, don't flirt with
\mrrud men, girls,
things, will you?” he called,
“I'll be right in, dear, just as soon as
I give these things to Mary,” and Hel
en went into the kitchen, to return a
few minutes later, her hat and coat off
and looking remarkably pretty,
An Open Question,
“Do you want to go over, the bills?"
she said sweetly. “I do hope that you
won't think I have been extravagant,
dear.”
“That remains to be seen; they look
pretty large to me.”
“But they were things we needed. I
haven't bought a thing that wasn't
absolutely necessary.”
“Here's one amounting to thirty
four ninety-four. What are all these
china {tems?”
“Don't you remember that you told
me to complete that set of dishes?"”
“Oh yes; so that's what it is a have
been trying to remember.
“Well, 1 suppose that one is all
right,” said Warren, folding it up and
putting it in his pocket.
“Croft & Ordway’s till is next. This
is a whopper. I didn't know you paid
80 much for a suit. Which one is "
“Why, dear, my blue suit that you
selected yourself. Don't you remem
ber 1 wanted a cheaper one and you
wouldn't have it?"
“No, I don't seem to remember.
“Why Two Hats?"
“Two hats. Why two?"
“One was the little black straw hat
and the other was that leather hat I
bought for skating.”
“That's extravagant!” he snorted,
looking up.
“Well, I needed it, Warren; it looked
Do You Know That
Norway will establish a museum of
the whaling industry.
o 8 9
Bricks made of peat are being used
in small bulldings in Sweden.
» 9 B
Charles M. Schwab has been made
& trustee of Cornell University.
.. .5 9
A patent covers the manufacture
of dog biscuit in the shape of bones.
2 9 &
Cenada will spend $785,000 this year
for maintenance of experimental
farms.
- 9 B
Apparatus has been invented for
converting gasoline into {lluminating
sas
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Thirty-five miilion barrels of salt
were produced In the United States
last year.
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The public electric stations of the
country represent a valuation of
$400,000,000.
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Helen and Warren Go Over §
the Monthlv Accounts
out of place somehow to skate in a
Sweater and a tailored hat.”
Warren grumbled something.
“What's this, one cocktail mixer?"
“That wedding present I bought for
your salesman. You told me to buy
something.”
“Where is it? I haven't seen it.”
“It just came home yesterday, and
You were out last night.”
“Well, get it out and let me look it
oyer. The idea of getting a present
like that for a salesman. They'll
never use it.”
“But this is an extraordinary one,”
explained Helen. “It's really stunning.
Look, dear, it's In the form of a
shrapnel; the top is the mixer, and
the bottom is filled with little glasses.”
- Warren was examining the thing
carefully,
; “By George!" he said, after he had
taken it apart, “that's quite an inven
tion.”
| “Yes, you see, it looks like an orna
‘ment, and it really is the latest thing,
idur, and they were having a sale
‘when I bought it.” gl
Mollified.
“We'll have to have one of these
ourselves,” said Warren eagerly,
“Fred will never use this in a month
of Sundays; I think I'll just keep this
and you can get them something else.”
. “Well, is that all?"
“Oh, just about all, 1 gness. I sup-
Pose you have been as careful as you
could. Tl send checks for them. Be
a little careful this month.”
l (Another instaliment in this series
about everyday life will appear short
ly on this page.)
Camphor is being cultivated exper
imentally in Sumatra by several
planters,
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Fifty thousand tons of Rrass are
used in India each year for paper
manufacture,
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Since the outbreak of the war 30,-
000 settlers from the United States
‘have entered Canada.
. 9% 9
The production of copper in the
United States last year exceeded all
previous ncord:. :
To hold the neckband in shape
when a shirt is being pressed is the
aim of a neont.ly .tnv.onud device,
Argentina has a lability law which
extends protection to all employees
recelving less than $1,274 a year,
g 5 0
In time lost and medical attention,
‘the wage earners of this country have
‘an annual sick bill of $680,000,000,
LIPPED in between the days of driving flakes and bitter wind and
S still, glassy cold, comes sometimes a gentle day with a warm breath
in it from somewhere; an under rumor of sunshine and flowerscents;
a remote breathing as if sleeping Summer, curled like a dormouse in her
nest over the edge of the world, had turned and sighed and half awaked!
The plainsman dreams of the chinook and sniffs the air. There is
the ghost of a perfume of turned earth, purple and rich. Underfoot it
is lush and warm.
The squirrel who comes for his breakfast mysteriously capers and
romps and scuttles about like a baby kitten after a bit of flying feather.
He somersaults and flicks his little body, shaking it off his feet with
mirth, and scampers and barks with the urge of a heady something that
Is tickling the heart under his little gray vest. He puts his tiny hands
on his heart and—listens.
It 1s Summer calling, we reckon. The birds idle and stretch wings
on the sunny porch roof—all the huddling pose vanished, quite. The
starling—English that he is—takes his bath in ice water and whistles
llke a gamin thereafter because it is warm in the sun and his wet
wings will not glaze with ice. Something 1s up.
Just Spring wooing Winter! Somewhere he is murmuring his love
lines, bidding her melt her frozen heart and come with him. To-day she
is listening a bit with thaw at her heart. But to-morrow—who can tell!
She will be cold to-morrow—irapped in ice and snow; glacial, gleaming
coldly and not hearing at all—fascinated with the glitter and flare of
Lthe snow crystals in her scgptre.
And Summer, stirring for just a space, will have lapsed again into
snug slumber,
Spring woos Winter—but she still is cold.
! By NELL BRINKLEY.
Picked Up Here and There
The Perturbation of Sandy.
A Scotch storekeeper in a Pennsyl
vania town tells of a couple of his na
tionality who were Raving a love affalr,
Sandy had been courting Maggie for
something llke two years, but had never
brought himself to a downright pro
posal.
Once, when the two were sitting In
silence, Maggie murmured:
“A penny for your thoughts, Sandy."
“Weel,” sald Sandy, with surprising
boldness, ‘“‘tae tell ye the truth, 1 was
Jist (hinkin' how fine it wad be if ye
were tae gie me a wee bit of a kiss."”
“I've nae objection,” simpéred Mag-
Kio, moving over and kissing Sandy on
the tip of his left ear. Then she
moved back.
Sandy relapsed into a brown study
once more, and the clock ticked off
several minutes.
“An’ noo what are ye thinkin' about,
eh ™ remarked Maggie. “Anither Kins,
muybe?’
“Nae, Maggle; it's mair serious noo."
“Is It, Sandy? asked Maggle, soft
ly, her heart beating rapidly with an
ticipation. “An' what micht jt be?™
“l was jist thinkin’,"” answered San
dy, “that it was about time Yo were
payin’' me that penny!"”
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Caught at Last.
One winter evening in Dublin, when
A 4 water inspector was going round, he
stopped at one of the mains in a busy
strest to turn off the water during some
(And Winter Still Ts Cold)
repairs. He had just applied the
handle to the tap and begun turning
when a somewhat unsteady hand was
placed on his shoulder, and he was
confronted by a man in evening clothes,
who, judging by his tone and manner,
had been imbibing much too freely,
“Ha, ha!" he cried, with a gleam of
satisfaction in his eyes. “So I've found
you at last, have 1?7 It's you that's
turning the street around, s 1t
- - .
Had Nothing on Him,
An anemic elderly woman, who look
ed as If she might have as much mater
nal affection as an incubator, sized up
& broad-shouldered Cockney who was
idly looking into a window on the
Strand, and in a rasping volce sald to
him:
My good man, why aren't you in the
trenches? Aren't you willing to do
anything for your country?"’
Turning around slowly, he looked at
at her a second and replied contemptn.
ously: ‘““Move on, you slacker, Where's
your war baby!"
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The Hero. |
Perkine and Parker were @iscussing
the literary abilities of thelr friend
Butler, when Perkins remarked:
“I undlerstand he has just completed
an historical novel”
“That »o? asked Parker. “Who is
the hero of the book?
"“The man who bhas undertaken to
publish It~ ‘
By NELL BRINKLEY
Copyright, 1916, International News Service.
JUST A WOMAN
Novelized from the Messrs. Shubert's
production of th_e Broadway success,
‘Just a Woman,” by Eugene Walter,
row playing at_the Forty-eighth Street
Theater New York.
Copyright, 1916, by International News
Service,
By ANN LISLE.
¢ OU won't come? All right—
.! maybe you can't go back.
Maybe you were right
about the little house on the hill
Perhaps that was where we Dbe
longed in the first place. Only 1
Was so afraid for you, and there was
the Koshensky woman screaming
that ten years was all a man could
stand in the mills—it all comes back.
it all comes back, Jim, just you and
me and the Polack Boy! Why, I can
almost hear his song coming through
the soot and the dirt. Do you know
what it's done, Jim—the song and
the rest?”
Anna's eyes held, called him as she
went on. She sensed the beginning
of her victory.
“Why, it's made buildings rise in
the air unti] they nearly reach the
sky; it made big ships bigger and
long railroads longer; it helped things
all around the world—because it
brought the price of steel down to
where men could use It. Let's don’t
spoll it. Let's you and 1 sort of clinch
it by growing old together with Ned.
Come, Jim, let's go now.”
Jim took a step toward her. She
held out her hand. Their fingers
Just touched. The gulf between
them was bridged, the years rolled
back and youth was there. They
had been drudge and slave together
In the grime and soot, their lives
had known no beauty but work and
the undercurrent of love's promise.
But they had had youth-—youth!
And now youth held them and they
must grow old together,
Jim's fingers touched Anna's. Her
hand was warm and his was cold
and trembling. ¥or a second she
held hiin, and then his eyes lifted
as he sensed another presence. And
he beheld youth—youth incarnate and
golden, youth flushed and inviting,
youth intoxicating and his for the
taking.
On the stairway stood the “Lady.”
pulsing with beauty—flawlessly love
ly, llkke some wonderful golden- ily
rising from a swirl of white petals,
““No!"" Said Jim.
The “Lady” was dazzling. Bvery
trick that the modiste and the sen
sualist knew had been employed to
bring out her physica! lure in ravish.
ing perfection. Her blue eyes flashed
out their commanding message, and
The Man was in her thrall again.
Over the alender black re hia
wife he looked at 'nn'ahqsm
[ll-Temper and How
It May Be Cutred
Beatrice Fairfax Writes Concerning the Cause of Many
Difficulties of Everyday Life.
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
T has been suggested by more than
’I one writer of eminence that {ll
temper should be considered a just
‘cauue for divorce. Some, of course, are
absolutely shocked at the idea; but the
inuggestion is based on good common
Bense,
It was Henry Drummond who said,
“No form of vice, nor worldliness, nor
greed of gold, nor drunkenness itself,
does more to unchristianize society
than evil temper.”
~ Before such strong measures as di
;vorce are thought of, would it not be
better to see in what way this failing
might be cured?
One woman of the writer's acquaint
ance was a perfect martyr to her own
violent passion. Directly any one an
noyed her, she flew out with angry,
meaningless words, and the after
effects proved most painful to herself.
“I'm quite sorry for Mr. J——. His
wife's such a terribly sharp-tempered
woman; she jumps on him for the least
thing.” |
Those words were overheard by the
la;ly In question. She knew she was;
irritable, but had not before grasped
how badly so. SBhe at once made up
her mind to control her anger, and ln(
time she did so. |
Her method is worth relating for tho]
benefit of others afflicted in the la.mei
way. She carried a pocketbook mdi
pencil, hanging by her side, and if any
thing annoyed her, instead of ahouting‘
about it, she wrote down the cause of
her displeasure. This she read over an
hour or so later, and then saw how
foolish it would have been to waste her
energy in getting angry over it.
Cultivate Repose.
Of course, there were several “slips
back” at first, but, eventually, she
achieved the art. of controlling her
temper.
The habit of repose is the art of
good-breeding, and every sensible man
or woman will cultivate repose, so that
they may not grow old before their
in the tense silence his hand dropped
away from Anna's and the gleam in
his eyes changed to one of covetous
ness. And instinct told Anna Stanley
that she had lost her man.
“You needn't answer, Jim, ‘cause
you're going to say No,” she said
steadily.
And mechanically Jim answered
No”
~ Anna stood with her back to the
Stairway. “We're not alone—l don't
‘have to look—l know.”
Down the stairway the “Lady"
trailed her wonderful white drap
eries and she came to face the woman
she had determined to supplant.
Like figures of night and morning
tthoy stood facing each other and
Anna knew that her day had waned.
The “Lady’s” volce was low as she
stood facing her defeated rival.
“If you are referring to me, and
if I am in your way, I beg your par
don.” ;
The two women stood facing each
other in contrast which would have
been pathetic if there had been any
one to feel it so.
“I sald that if you were referring
to me—and if I am in the way—l am
sorry.”
The “Lady's” volce was patiently
explanatory. She felt that the wife
was utterly bewildered; she knew
well how her own dazzling lovell
ness frightened other women into the
consciousness of their own helpless
plainness.
Part of the Spree.
“I couldn't help hearing something
that was sald. It seems too bad. If
in any way you attribute your dim
culties to me—if you are inclined to
hold me responsible —why—why——"
But Anna broke in. She held her
voice to steadiness and spoke slow
ly. There was something within her
which the “Lady” could never touch.
“You're not important. You're just
part of the spree—one of the gang at
Mahoney's drinking up his money. It
it wasn't you it would be another.
A LETTER from
JULIAN ELTINGE
America’s Foremost Imperson
ator of Beautiful Women:
Bt Tt R, b of
hM' :'?ir. is .o-’hu lfl:‘
‘.vo tried. It should be a grest help
hatt practioniy b e T
plied with mx.eflm.m small sponge.
e A IR - T
. ulll‘:::‘F:u:: will gladly Ilr arder
E:.-S reet, In M.Eu;‘. :o.'.'\l
time, with faces lined and distorted by
anger. Just as a fighting person ag
quires a fighting face, the termagant
soon begins to look the part. g
~ The folly of some young couples is
that they use up so many pretty say
ings and compliments during courtship
that they have exhausted their stock;
when they come to the altar they close
their shop. Sometimes they open an
other after marriage, stocking it with
bitter words, anger and scowling looks.
There is grit where there should bes
oil, and so the wheels of matrimony
creak and grumble as they drag along.
The average man or woman has little
Oor no money to spare on personal
pleasures. To keep the house golni is
as much as can possibly be managed,
and life is absolutely not worth living
if in the home there are nothing but
angry words and grumblings.
When “Fighting” Is a Habit.
The woman who considers it her con
scientious duty to remind her hus
band of his faults continually, and the
man who scolds and grumbles with his
wife at every turn, would be far hap
pier and healthier if they would turn
their thoughts to the good qualities of
their respective partners.
The woman of violent temper will be
come unloving and unlovable, and will
wreck any home, for when “fighting”
becomes a habit, an excuse for fighting
is easily made.
Folk with too even a temper are
usually spiritless and uninteresting; bug
there is a vast difference between the
man or woman who gives vent to an
outburst at long intervals, and such
folk who live in a constant state of
irritation, and shower volumes of abuse
whenever thelr wishes are crossed.
Such, however, really require medical
attenaance, and In nine cases out of
ten impaired digestion is the cause.
A doctor told the writer that a regu
lar and even diet has worked wonders.
Nevertheless, ill-temper can only be
cured by letting sound common-sense
show up *“storming” and the harm it
does,
Anna Meets a
Sad Defeat
Maybe one who would take more,
maybe not as much, You're just a
means—that's it, a means to the end
—and you'll find me at the end.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
S ——————
The Retort Courteous.
An old darky in Richmond was desir
ous of joining a fashionable city church,
and the minister, knowing it was hardly
the thing to do and not wanting to
hurt the old chap's feelings, told him
to go home and pray over it.
In a few days the darky came back:
“Well, what do you think of It by
this time?’ asked the preacher.
‘“Well, sub,” replled the darky, *1
prayed an’' prayed an' de good Lawd,
He says to me, ‘Richard, I wouldn’t
bother mah head about dat no mo’. I've
been tryin' to git into dat churech
mahse'f for de las’ twenty yeahs an’
I ain't had no luck at an'”
SOMETHING HAD
For Failing Health of Youny
Daughter. Put Faith in
Cardui and Glad Now
They Did.
GRORGETOWN, FLA—~"When 1
was about 18 years old,” writes Mrs
J. €. Tucker, of this place, "my
mother had me take Cardul, * * »
I suffered great pain In stomach and
back. * * * 1 and my mother
both knew T must have something, for
we knew 1 was getting steadily ‘.
worss health all the time.
“Before taking the Cardul, we had
D, ——ee, ® ¢ ¢ No treated me
for about & moa. I 4Mn't get any
permanent relief, s 0 we quit his
medicine, and 1 began taking Cardut
I had got thin, and my face was this
with no oolor, except that 1t was
dark, especially dark ecfroles under
the eyes. Then I had begun to dloat,
in both face and abdomen, the family
fearsd I was taking dropey. At the
appearance of thess ‘dropsy’ symp
toms was when we salt we must have
some ohange, so wa got the Cardul,
and 1 began taking It
“After the use of ome dottle I feit
much !mproved, the Moating had all
dlsappeared, the paine relleved
% % 1 got well and healthy ae
could be, weighed 146 Iba. Became &
strong, well girl. ¢ ¢ ¢ LAlge its
the finest tonie for young girls 1 know
ol
Your druggist has Cardul for -
Try it It may be Just “’
ased—Adverusamany,