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Beyond the Grave
N
*ln Year and Four Months Robert Has Only
Failed to Fulfill Promise Three Times.”’—Ella
Wheeler Wileox,
(The following hitherto unpublished letters from America's greates!
Voeicss 1o her favorite brother, Marcus P. Wheeler, Windsor, Wis., a Civil
War veleran, constitute a remarkable human document, At one and the
same time they set forth what she believed her certain knowledge of the
Bfe herecafter, based upon communicalions from her hushand, Robert M.
Wilcox, woho died in 1916, and also very interesting gidelights om the daily
¥fe and views of this writer, whose name is known to every one who reads,
These letters will be printed in daily installmenis.)
loondon, Jan. 10, 1919,
E Theosophists regard Sir
W Oliver Lodge like this: A
bow-legged baby who had
never been able to walk at all, but
who had become a celebrated men
tal prodigy; suddenly the baby de
velops the power to walk around
the block—of course, he makes a
sensation.
But he has yet to learn to walk
around the world! Imagine a man
who believed there was only Amer
fea. 'Then he went 1o Honolulu and
anonunced to other unbelieving
Americans that such a place as
Honolulu existed. But beyond it
was only the sea. That is some
thing like Sir Oliver. He has found
preof that there iz a world beyond
this. But he has yet to find the
China and Japan and India and
Java and Ceylon of those realms
which are perfectly familiar to the
developed psychic of Theosophical
pursuits,
In those regions where a boy like
Raymond, reared on wholly sclen
tife lines of thought, would go he
counld not grasp the idea of rein
carnation at once any more than
ycu can here. But to all it comes
in time. Some are hundreds of
vears in spirit life hefdre they find
out about it. Sir Oliver is still the
profoundly scientific man, and ac
cepts only what he can prove. He
has proven statements made Dby
Raymond to be true. He stops at
those statements. Wa are all (we
Theosophists and Spiritual re
searchers) delighted that a great
wcientist who believed death was
the end of life has gone around
the block and declared his knowl
edge that death is only the begin
ning of life. But we do not regard
his opinion on further phases
known to all advanced occultists,
as of value.
No one's opinlon is of much mo
ment to one who knows A thou
sand theories of mind and subcon
scious mind, and telepathy and all
that, can not explain why I received
from July 30 till I started for T.on
don continual demands from Rob
ert to come tn lingland by Octo«
ber. I did not want to come. The
French lady who sat with me could
not read or write. a word of Eng
lish, and she was crazy for me to
stay in France all winter. T wanted
to stay until the end of February,
vet so insistent and unceasing were
the commands that T came. All and
ten times more than he predicted
has resulted from my coming.
In all my year and four months
of conversations with him Robert
bas only three times failed to fl
fill what he promised for me. The
other day he said to my assistant:
“Ella thinks me omnipotent.”
But I know, of course, they are
only a degree further along than
we are. They gm err. especially
in matters of time, as there is no
time or space there. He has re
Revelations of a Wife
By Adele Garrison. '
WHY MADGE ASKED HERSELF IF
DICKY COULD POSSIBLY BE
JEALOUS OF HARRY
UNDERWOOD.
ELL! Well! Here are our
W famous little mountain re
sorters, brown as berries,
plump es partridges, rosy ag-——-"
Harry Underwood advanced to
‘meet Dicky and me as we entered
the small restaurant whither Lil
lian had bidden us meet them.
“Get a thesaurus, Harry,” ad
vised nis wife, gently pushing him
aside and taking both my hands
in hearty, loving greeting, “and dust
off vour similes.”
“She’s simply jealous of my lit
erary ability,” Mr. Underwood con
fided to me when Lillilan had re
leased my hands and turned to
greet Dicky. “But you are look-
Ing great! Your color i® simply rip
ping, and your eyes are like stars!
What do you do, stay out of doors
all the time?"
His eves swept me with a look [
always hate in him, the cool ap
praising, if admiring look that al
ways leaves me with the feeling as
if 1 were not fully dressed. Then
bending toward me with the ming
ling of audacity and deference
which dlways characterizes him, he
ushered me to the table toward
which Dicky and Lillan were al
sady advancing,
By the time we reached the table,
% was thoroughly uncomfortable,
as I always am with Harry Under
wood. I have had many disagree
avle moments on hls account, and
1 can never get rid of the feeling,
that some time, <omewhere, his
path and mine will (ross in sinister
fashion. But he is Lillan's hus
band, and although I know she has
no illusions concerning him, yet for
her sake 1 always try to put in my
treatment of him just the right
shade of courteous friendliness
But it is a hard thing for any
woman tv maintain just the correct
reserve toward Harry Underwood.
He is & most fascinating man, and
when he wishes his manner can
hold such courtliness and deference
that almost any feminine antagon
isms would be lulled. Sometimes
when | am with him I feel most un
accountably attracted by him. If
1 were firee to do exactly as 1
wished concerming him | should
never willingly set eves on him
again. He is a man to be either
hated cordially or liked enihusias
tieally. To me the dégres of in
timacy which he hag established in
our household by virtue of being
lilliag's husband is a dangerous |
thing{] It makes me most uncom
fortaifle. 1 do not m ahs on
cently given me most interesting
information regarding the gsuste
nance of the spirit world. How
they draw from the ether a sub
stance which Is transmuted into the
spiritual nourishment needed by
them. He assures me I can do thig
here if 1 will practise faithfully.
I know the Hindu adepts have
learned how to do this and can ex
ist for indefinite periods of time
without other food. 1 learned this
beyond a question when in Indla,
and many people who have lived
there long tell me it is true of the
adepts. But it is a matter requir
ing long training and it is too late
for me to begin.
There was no mind explanation
of Robert’'s introducing me to Ja
cob Boehm. 1 had never heard the
name. Yet his quotation from Ja
cob’s works 1 verified later. The
other day he told me to get one of
his books as a study for concen
tration. I went out and found one.
Robert used to suggest my reading
when here. It worried him that |
read so little, And he used to tell
me things to read and study. 8o
now he is going on in the same
way.
It is not at all strange that you
got no results from Ouija. It would
have been astonishing if you had
received anything more than cha
otic things from elementals. But
the little respectful thought you
have given the subject, like your
decent attitude toward Mras. Parks,
quite denuded of the Wheeler ego
tism and intolerance, will help you
when you get out of the body. Such
mental moods are recorded and
make toe<holds for the spirit to
climb mew peaks for ,observation
after death. The absolute materi
alist—the know-it-all atheist—will
have to stumble along very difficult
shadowy roads for a long time, or
until he cries out for help and
light.
Met Y.ord Sydenham and Lady
Sydenham at a dinner the other
night. He was long in India and
is deeply interested in my poems,
especialy this last one. Sorry you
do not get Into the spirit of “Gates
of Remembrance.” It is your lack
of travel and the seeing and read
ing intimately about those old edi
fices and ?a wonderful men who
constructed” them that makes your
limitation. So many of those monks
were rare souls. They were monks
simply because of the era in which
they lived: just as you were a sol
dier because of the war. There
were sorry dogs among them, but
there were very great, rare souls,
too. Never mind, however. You
will se things in a clearer light
and get a larger view some time.
Your sister,
ELLA,
(Cogyright, 1920, Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.)
. (Concluded Tomorrow.)
such friendly terms with this subtly
fascinating man,
“Now, old top, tell us all about it,"
Mr. Underwood turned to Dicky
after the waiter had taken our or
ders. “Did you manage to keep
out of jail?”
Dicky looked sgheepishly at me
and grinned. 1 knew that he sus
pected my hidden resentment at his
deceiving me about the fishing
laws, a deceit that led to our ar
rest, and nearly to more unpleasant
consequences. ’
“COME, CONFESS NOW!"
Mr, Underwood saw the look, and
wag# instantly alert,
“I knew {t!" he exclaimed. ‘T
knew it! Here's where I win my
bet!” He turned to Lillian. ‘“This
wise guy thought he could go trout
ing up in the Catskill Mountains
after the season had ended and get
away with it. 1 bet him an even
ten spo! he couldn't. and I can
gee by the hang Jdog look on his
face he wasn't as wise as he
thougiht he was. Come, confess,
now Weisenheimer!" he jeered,
Dicky threw back hig head and
laughed disdainfully,
“Guess again' he =aid coolly, "1
have the honor to inform you that
Mrs, Graham and 1 went trouting
in the Catskills out of season, that
we caaght trout, ute trout. and that
we neither went to jail nor did we
pay a [ine.”
Harry UUnderwood gazed at Dicky
steadfastly for a moment.
“There’'s a cullud genman in the
woodplle, somewhoere” he mused,
“and I's gwine to smoke him out.
Mrs. Gralam,” he turned abruptly
to me, “you couldn't tell a lie to
save your life, Is this husband of
yours telling the truth? 1 wouldn't
trust him on the witness stand or
at the judgment day.”
, 1 hesitated a moment, and felt
rather than saw Dicky's frown of
displeasure that 1 did not im
mediately verify his statement.
WHAT MADGE REPLIED.
“What Dick has told you is the
truth,” I finally remarked, “except
that I did not know we were break
ing the fishing laws"
“Of course you didn't,” Mr. Un
derwood returned in miuch the same
tone that one would say, “There,
there,” to an infant, ‘but I want to
ask you one more question. You
are on the witness stand, remem
ber. Was what Dicky just told me
the whole truth?”
I shrigged my shoulders lightly,
“1 believe no wife can be com
pelled 1o teatify against her hus
band,” 1 said mischievously, and
tarned to Lillian leaving the two
men to fight out their ¢wn battle,
“Aha! 1 have it!" Huarry Under
wood turned gloatingly to Dicky.
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| Good Night Stories
| By Blanche Silver. |
LINDA AND MRS. BUSY SPIDER.
INDA crawled up to the win-
I dow and poked her finger
through the pretty spider
threads that ran from the center
of a broken window pane to the
casement,
| “O-oh!" exclaimed Linda, wiping
‘ the spider web from her finger on
} her apron.
“That's just what I'm thinking!"
) cried a squeaky little voice, and a
~ little gray spider ran out from the
| casement and caught hold of the
broken threads. “What's the big
1 idea? Just to make me work more,
I suppose! Well, that's the way
| with you folks, always spoillng my
i houses, It keeps me busy all day
| long building new ones because
| you think it's fun tearing them
down. And when I'm trying to do
l you a god turn, too,” and Mrs.
Busy Spider wiped her eyes with
her little white apron,
“lots of help you give me™
laughed Linda. Then she felt sor
ry she had spoken so crossly be
. cause it made Mrs. Spider cry all
| the harder. “I'm sorry, Mrs. Spi
der! I never stop to think of anv
thing but tearing down your webs
just to see you run. I'm sorry, in
deed I am. Don’t cry, please.”
Mrs. Spider wiped here eyes and
tried to smile, then she gathered
up the broken threads and in a jif
fy had them fastened together
again with the glue from her mouth,
“Well, 1 suppose you wonder
where we keep ourselves and how
we can tell a thread is broken™
laughed Mrs. Spider. "Most folks
- are curious, 80 I hear. Just then
1 was dozing under the casement,
‘} but 1 never fail to sit with one
A A A A A AR A AR A
' “You were arrested all right, but
! you squirmed out of it some way.
~ You'd better make a clcan breast of
it and throw yoursel! upon the
mercy of the court.”
‘ “All right” Picky agreed, “pro
vided you let Lil! be the court.
She's got some sense of fairness,
and won't let you get away with
any rough work."”
“What's the matter with Mrs
Graham as judge of the matter?”
demanded Mr. Underwood smiling
at me,
“Oh, she never could resist your
fascinations, Harry. She'd’ decide
for you. 1 might as well plunk
A Clean Newspaper for Southern Homes P ACE MONDAY, MARCH 15, 1920.
foot on my line. It vibrates when
anything strikes the web and phones
me that it's either something to eat
or some one tearing down my house.
Had it been an insect I should have
run to the center of my net,
touched each line, and in that way
found out where it was. But when
I came out and found my line brok
en it made me heartsick, For I've
just finished it and put it right
here in the window where a pane
of glass should be so as to keep
the flies from going into the house.
I've often heard you say you hated
flies, and 1 dearly love them. [
thought 1 was.helping, but if I'm
not, then I'll—
“ You'll do nothing of the kind!"
exclaimed Linda. "“You may stay
right here and I'll not disturb your
house again.”
“That certainly is very sweet of
you,” laughed Mrs. Spider, touch
ing each line in turn to see if they
i were all right, “I wish every one
was as kind to us, but, some way
folks seem to think spiders are
such stupid creatures. If you but
Knew it, the first suspension bridge
! that was ever built in this world
! was built by a spider. Oh, yes,
and another thing, we are ahead
] of mankind., We spiders can fly
| without the aid of wings or gas
| or heated air., Can man do that?"
| “I should say not,” laughed Lin
| da, “Indeed, you are bhetter off
in that respect, but never. you
mind. Little spider, you can rent
this broken pane just as long as
you ocare to live here. Wouldn't
l daddy be glad if he could sail
l through the' air without a flving
machine. Your little house will be
| perfectly safe here, so don't worry
[ any more."
1 Mrs. Spider thanked Linda, and
| saving something about being hun
| gry, ran back under the casement
! to wait for her dinner.
down the money aow as let her
judge the matter.”
He spoke lightly, gayly, smiling
At me as he spoke. But I saw
Lillian shoot a swift, shrewd lit
tle glance at him, and 1 knew that
;mder hiz lightness there was a
' real reseniment againat me for not
{ upholding him more fully in his
| statement concerning v immurity
i from punishment for violating the
| fishing laws. Could it be possible,
‘ also, that he was jealous of Harry
| Underwood?
1 (To Be Continued.)
Married Strangers
By Frances Duvall. ’
CUT ADRIFT.
HE ship was preparing to
v I sail.
The final passenger had
come aboard. The last baggage had
been lowered into the hold. The
delegation of distinguished men
who had come aboard to pay their
respects to a diplomat sailing for
a Far Fastern post had been en
tertained at' luncheon by the cap
tain and escorted ashore.
The gargplank was withdrawn.
There was a signal from the en
| gine room, a hail from the bridge
I and the great steamer began to
| move almost imperceptibly as the
' fussy .ittle tug to whom she was
| attached chugged off down the
| bay.
| So slowly did the ship move that
! Keitha, leaning on the starboard
E rail, could scarcely detect the shore
{ receding. The wharf with its littie
| group of people braving the rain to
wish “bon vovage"” to departing
| friends looked spectral in the white
! mist. The gulls flew by distract
| edly, uttering their weird cries as a
| protest at the disturbance of the
| noonday meal that came from the
| galley
| But the mist was not wholly re
| sponsible for Keitha's blurred
| vision.
| It was the first time she had
| ever seen the shores of her native
| land recede into the distance.
| She thought suddenly of the thou
| sands «f boys in Khaki who had
| gone through the same experience,
| who had watched the homeland
| disappear from the horizon and
i turned their faces toward France—
s and a gambhle' with death.
] For the firet time she felt spir
| {tually close to her husband. They
¢ hal had one mutual experience at
| least, she thought. And even when
l doubt crept in and logic suggested
! that Lester Bennett had sailed for
| the unknown with the same gay
careless attitude he exhibited to
ward the other serious affairs of
life she dismissed trxe' thought as
unworthy,. How much of Lester's
indifference was real and how
much sheer bravado?
! The wharves of San Francisce
‘ were swallowed by the mist. while
{ Keitha remained leaning on the rail
! Jost in thought. The hig ship. towed
| by the fussy little tug whose fog
{ horn awoke strange echoes in the
| mist, glided by other craft, wait
. ing in the harbor for assistance of
| & similar nature. Big steamers
- and sailing ships loomed up eerily
out of the fog, like phantom pic
tures on a painted canvas, and were
lost again in the white mist.
“‘Ships that pass in the night,'”
quoted Keitha to herself. “That is
all that TLester and I were when
we married. It was wrong, cruelly
wrong, to snatch reality out of Des
tiny’s phantoms.”
The keen breath of the sea swept
azainst her as she stood by the rail.
Sshe shivered in spite of her fur
coat and sought the refuge of the
writing rocom.
Tt was practically deserted. She
felt no desire to write to any one
and o cursory glance over the books
in the glass cases failed to discover
one that appealed to her mood.
She felt suddenly foriorn and in
finitely pathetic. Was it because
the receding shore line had meant
more than a mere hiatus in her for
merly uneventful life; had meant
the relinauishing of her beloved
work. the temporary abandonment
of friends? Or was it because, for
the first time in her brief married
life, she was alone with her hus
band, cut adrift from old acquaint
ance and atmospher, launched upon
a journey that was perilous in its
experimental aspect?
Keitha did not attempt to deceive
herself. She knew that the resuit
of this vovage would prove whether
marriage was to be happiness, rich
and complete, or a shuddering dis
aster.
And there was so little to presage
the former. The odds were 80 over
whelmingly against it that only a
fool or a desperate gambler would
take the chance, she told herself
bittarly.
She wanrede aimlessly to her
stateroom antl met Bennett coming
out.
“Been looking for yv#u.,” he said
with a yawn.
“l 1 was watching the sailing,” re
turned Keitha. “You shonld have
come up. It was a really lovely
scene.” i
Bennett yawned again.
“Lunch is the only ‘really lovely
scene’ 1 can think of at present.”
(Copyright. 1920 Whaeelar Syndicate, Ine.)
(To Be Continued.)
The Neting Place.
“What little boy can tell me
where the home of the swallow ig?"
asked a teacher of natural history.
There was a long silence, then a
hand was held up. *“Well, Wilkins,
where is it?’ “The home of the
swallow,” declared Wilkins serious
ly, “is in the stummick!™ s
Boys and Girls
Outdoor Life |
vutaoor ulie.
Bullfrog Holds Record for
. . .
Long Distance Singing
By J. H. MILLAR.
Suppose that you could crouch
down and in one spring leap clear
over a . house, or suppose that you
could sing in Chicago and be heard
in New York! You would be some
fellow.
But if your legs and lungs were as
powerful in proportion to your size
as a bullfrog’s you could do exactly
these things. A very big frog is 7
to 71-2 inches long in the body,
not counting his legs. He has been
known to take leaps 8 to 10 feet
Jdong and 5 feet high. His voice is
so powerful that it can be heard
for several miles.
“Suppose a little frog noses his
way up through the stiff, cold mud
and pipes, ‘“Spring, spring, spring!”
has he not as much ciaim upon our
faith as a bird that drops down
from no one knows where with the
same meassage?” If you are fortu
nate nough to hear these cries from
an old ice-covered pond, you for
zet the March winds and the March
mud, for you know that spring is
really coming.
When you hear of a man that
“leads a double life,” you don’'t ex
actly speak of him as an amphibian,
but that is exactly what the word
means. It is the name given to the
big family to which the frog be
longs. They lead a double life, be
cause they live partly in the water
and partly on land. There are two
main classes of amphibians—the
frogs and toads, which have no
tails, and the newts and salaman
ders, which have.
A frog is halfway between a fish,
which lives entirely in the water,
and a reptile, which lives entirely
on land. All school boys and girls
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know the story of the tadpole. He
is the fish, for he breaAthes through
girls; the grown frog is more of
a land animal, for he has lungs,
and breathes through a nose.
Tadpoles are vegetarians; grown
frogs live on meat. They can throw
oat their tongues to capture unfor
tunate bugs. They can do this be
cause their tongues are stuck in
backward. The big end is fastened
at the front of the lower jaw just
behind where the teeth ought to
be; the little end points down the
throat
(Girls, get ready to make candle
shades tomorrow.)
These articles, appearing regularly, are both interesting and useful for boys
and girls. It is suggested that an exceedingly valuable scrapbook can be
made by clipping the articles each day and pasting them separately by
departments. g
i DEPARTMENTS WILL BE PRINTED AS FOLLOWS:
| EVERY MONDAY-—Study Problems Solved; Nature Study; Outdoor Liss.
| EVERY TUESDAY—Handicraft for Boys to Make; Homecraft for Girls to
| Make.
’iEVERY WEDNESDAY—Young Citizens’ Adventures; Woodcraft for Boy
: and Girl Scouts.
|EVERY FRIDAY—DoIIar-Making ldeas and Everyday Science for Boy
| Mechanics. ;
fEVERY SATURDAY—“What Shall | Be?” answered for boys and for girls.
Business of Homemaking
By Mrs. Christine Frederick.
MORE LEISURE FOR THE
HOUSEWIFE. .
N view of the approaching hot
l season, an electric -table fan
may find many advocates. Un
like the usual electris fan whose
wheels is placed in a vertical po
sition, this fan is mounted horizon
tally on an attractive base espe
cially suited to standing on table
or sigeboard. It operates on either
direct or alternating current and
can be furnished for any voltage
from 100 to 220. It is noiseless in
operation and can be adjusted to
three different speeds. On the top
of the fan is mounted a glass bowl
which may be used as a center
piece for holding flowers, in order
to conceal the fan. °This is only
10 1-2 inches high. The problem
of keeping cool at meals in tor
rid weather finds an answer in this
neat, small and practical applica
tion of electricity.
While many attempts have been
made to develop a crankless freez
er, none seemed to be successful
until a vacuum freezer arrived on
the market. The container here is
of metal, holding within it a glass
receptacle in which the cream is
mixed and frozen. Regular ice
and a lot of salt are used, but the
freezer is so constructed that once
the cream mixture is packed into
it and the salt and ice arranged,
the freezing is performed auto
matically without any cranking.
Those who have tasted the ice
cream made in this freezer say
that it is creamy, smooth and quite
similar to the quality and texture
produced by the usual freezer with
crank.
A small but extremely convenient
device either for Kitchen, laundry
or porch is the elevating towel
rack, which can be used for other
clothes as well. This consists of a
support with a dozen radiating
arms: the entire dryer can Dbe
quickly elevated to the ceiling by
the pulling of a cord. The rack
comes in oak or white enamel and
has no parts to rust or soil the
How To Study.
Saving Puts Money in
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Pocket; Words in Brain
By ARTHUR DETMERS,
Francis W. Parker School.
How should you like to have
enough money always in your
pocket to buy whatever you liked?
And how should you like to have
words enough in your brain to be
able to say just what you wanted
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to say—the right word every time?
it would certainly take a brainful
of them.
Have you the exact words to de
scribe a sunset, a garden, a church?
Can you name all the objects you
find in a kitchen, a hardware store,
a grocery? Can vyou describe a
butcher knife to your mother so
she will know what it is without
your naming it?
It takes a long time to acquire
word-wealth. But it’s a real game
and you’'ll like it.. When 1 was a
boy 1 kept a notebook in which I
set down every new word I met,
using my friend Dick (short for
Dictionary) to help me to the
meaning. It was a bank book, yvou
see, only it was words I deposited,
not money.
Whenever 1T wrote in a word T
looked back over the old ones ahd
tried to recall their meaning. I
was like a miser counting his coins.
Words whose meaning was hard to
remember I wrote the definition of.
T found out what a lot of very use
ful short words there are—much
more useful than the sesquipedalian
(ah. ha. you don't know that word!
Look it up) words. Tn a few vears
T had hundreds of words—not onlv
in my bank book, but in my head
as well-—a real treasure—l ‘was
getting rich. ’
Where did T come across all these
new words? Tn the books and
magazines T read. Usually, T didn’t
stop to look up the wotds. because
that interrupted my reading too
much. T put a dot in the margin
opposite the line that contained the
word I didn’t know and, when T had
finished, T went back and picked
un the wunknewn words and put
them away in my notebook, always
consulting friend Dick, of course,
The next thing to do was to in
vest the new word—that is, to use
it—for It was reallv little use to
me till T conld handle it easilv in
talking or writing. Generally T
made unp sentences to see if the
word was actually mine: if I
thought it was, T ventured to em
ploy it in my conversation or my
cormnositions,
(Build your dog a kennel; learn
how tomorrow.)
- clothes, It can be filled with
clothing at the level of the worker,
then raised to the ceiling near the
hottest part of the room, or high
in the air. Many nurseries would
have place for such a rack.
The old soap dish, which got so
unsightly and wheh splashed the
wall is doomed. The faucet” soap
dish will take its. place. One of
the best models of this type con
sists of a solid brass nickel plated
wire dish. FEach end of the dish
is fitted with an adjustable wire
spring, so the dish can be fitted
between faucets any distance apart.
This is an advantage becausé fre
quently faucets are so far apart
that the regular soap dish with
firm handle does not reach and fit
properly between them. This dish
comes in a retinned, inexpénsive
style or in a nickel plated solid.
brass of better quality.
(Copyright, 1920, Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.)
Not To Be Caught.
There was a sickening thud, a
moment’'s silence and then a shrill
cry of pain and fear.
Father threw down his book and
passed into the hall, to find his
five-year-old san sitting on the
bottom step, sobbing bpitterly.
“I'm ashamed of you my boy!”
said « father sternly, after ascer
taining that no damage had been
done. “You're not hurt at all. Why
don't you act like a man?”
“An’' then you'd gimme a whip
ping for it, like you said you would
if you ever heard me using such
language again.”
Caged Grizzlies,
Experience in many zoos has shown
that subjecting caged grizzlies to close
contact with people is usually cruelty to
the animals. Often they hecome cross
and a number of crowd-worried grizzlies
have died prematurely from resultant
apoplexy. Modern zoo bear pens are
constructed so that the bear is beyond
the wiles of visitors—so that he ecan
have much privacy-—one of the needs
of any grizzly. Perhaps we too often
thirkk of the bulky grizzly as being
coarse and rude. But he is an animal
of the highest type, sansitive, indepen
dent and retiring. The normal bear is
good-tempered and cheerful,
