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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN N w A Clean Newspaper for Southern Homes w 0 THURSDAY, MARCH 18, 1920.
Boys and Girls
Sports for Boys.
Jow to Finish a
Handspring Neatly
By DR. E. D« ANGELL.
“You've got to have speed for
the hand-spring,” Beppo told the
Yoys, “especially at first, After
Yyou get it in good style you can do
& hand-spring from a standing
position but it is easier if yvou take
a little run—or rather quick step
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or two toward the mat,
“Now, there is another point
that you must keep cleary in mind
and that is the position of your
body. You have been doing tricks
based on the roll-over, with the
body curled up, but in the hand
spring you must keep the body
rigid-—for all of your body must
clear the mat."”
As Beppo concluded his expla
nation he took two or three quick
steps on the mat; when his, right
foot was advanced he bent forward
and touched the palms of bolh
hands to the mat as his legs shot
yp. There was not the slightest
pause for his body was pushed
vigorously in the air and his hands
lgft the mat an instant before his
feet touched. He did not land on
the mat with a dull, heavy thud,
but as light as a feather and his
legg and body werg perfectly
straight.
They found that they could get
over all right and land on their
feet but each time they tried they
would fall on their back. As Allen
fell bk Beppo noticed that he
half turned and put his hand down
t 0 break the fall and the little
clown seemed very angry about it
and told them that they must not
iry to save themselves by putting
their hands back on the mat as
that was a very easy way to break
an arm or sprain a wrist.
“What will we do if we can't do
that?” asked Allen. “Watch me
and you will see” replied Beppo
and he did a hand-spring. As his
feet touched he fell back In imi
tation of the boys, but insteac of
putting a hand back to save him
self he came quickly to a sitting
position—then on his back and
continued rolling backward all
curled up until his feet touched the
mat.
“By making a back roll all curled
up you can break the force of a
fall and that is the way a profes
sional acrobat would save him
&elf,” he said as he came to his
Teet.
& (Tomorrow, how the automatic
coupling device saves lives.)
ON BOYS’ AND GIRLS’ STORIES
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Business of Homemaking
By Mrs. Christine Frederick.
; TIME-SAVING DEVICES.
OME of us are fortunate
s enough to have maids or but
lers and thus have our daily
=-eals served to us smoothly and
sdently by their human hands. But
were are also many whose pock
| ®ibook circumstances or choice
filonate the human servant, and
©ceé we have to rely more on
"Mlml servants who shall help
| Sprve our meals.
1 know from experience that it is
one 'of the hardest details of a
Woman's work to serve a dinner on
wirich she bas just spent energy
and ¥ime in cooking. When she
has finished cooking she feels lik:
sitting down and not “getting up”
' serve other members of | the
?fll!y. More and more mechanical
servants are being put at the dis
posal of this woman.
.~ First of these in importance is
the tray or trays on wheels. Sev
eral styles of this device are avail
gble, one with two trays about 30
.‘;nchu oval, fitted in a wel!l made
‘#teel stand, which has three legs
fitted to rubber-tired wheels. Such
@ tray can Pe used near the stove
whilg cooking, and used to carry in
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN'S MAGAZINE AND FICTION PAGE
The American Girl. |
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Susan Kills Fiu 1
With Health Rulesz
By MOLLIE PRICE COOK. |
Kerchoo! Kerchoo! Out r:ame‘
Susan’'s handkerchief and down |
went her head! “I'm really all i
in,"” she sald,
“Now you're talking' said Su
san's big sister, "just stop every- |
thing and go to bai Don't eat |
any dinner, take hot water and |
lemon, keep warm and rest; you'li ;
be better in the morning.” |
But Susan found se¢veral things
to do--and several things she
wanted to eat, including <reshly
baked bread, cookies and chocolate
pudding. The puppy got out on
the back porch atd Susan ran to
fetch him, forgetting to put on her
hat and coat. Then she sneezed
some more.
What was the result, When
Susan did get into bed she had a
high fever, a headache, and a very
sick feeling all over. And she re
mained in bed seven whole days,
missing the taffy pull at church,
the skating tournament, and the
St. Patrick’'s Day party.
“Never dagain!” Susan vowed.
“I'l not miss another party for
any old cold.”
So Susan read up on colds. She
sent o the U, 8, Children's Bureau
in Washington and asked for
pamphlets on diet and health. She
wrote to the Y. W. C. A, for leaf
lets on hyvgiene, and she read the
articles on health in the news
papers and magazines. She copied
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the rules and suggestions that
seemed most important in her
notebook:
Sleep from ten to twelve hours
every night. Plenty of fresh air in
the house, winter and summer,
Lots of exercise (out of doors, if
possible). Drink much water (es
pecially between meals), Eat very
little candy and cake, but a lot
of lettuce and other vegetables
and fruits of all kinds. Keep warm
and dry. Wear loose, comfortable
clothes and underclothes.
Change stockings at least twice
a week. Two baths a week (if not
a daily bath). Brush teeth twice a
day. Hands and face washed be
fore meals and at bedtime. When
a girl feels sick she should stop
cating, take a warm bath, go to
bed and mind her P's and Qs.
“That's a full program,” said
Susgan to herself, “hut 1 guess it's
ensy enough if a girl gets the
habit.”
(One market the H. C., L. can't
touch, tomorrow.)
- both hot dishes and the regular ta
ble service to the dining table,
Another silent servant is what is
often called the “lazy Susan.” This
device is a revolving stand made
either in wood to match the dining
table or of glass on a similar base
or pedestal. This permits the host
ess placing a plate on the “Susan,”
which is then revolved gently so
that the plate with {ts portion
comes opposite to the person for
whom it is intended, who removes
it and swings the “Susan” back to
the hostess, who then serves others
in the same way. Some of the
wooden “Susans” are now being
seen for the first time fitted with
#pecial china sections, which per
mit four or five dishes te rest in
the “Susan” at once, so that it can
be revolved slowly and the person
help himself to mashed potatoes,
lima beans, etc. }
Then in the matter of individual
dishes we are finding it is more ef
ficient to have ane dish with three
or more partitions than to have four
separate dishes on the table. With
this dish it is possible to serve po
tatoes, two veegtables and a relish
by passing one dish instead of
four
(L‘opyr&ht, 1220, Wheeler Syndicate, luc.)
Revelations of a Wife
By Adele Garrison.
HAS LILLIAN REALLY SOLVED
THE PROBLEM?
ICKY looked a bit sheepishly
Dat me when Harry Under
wood told him to go with his
story of the mysterious million
aire who admired me. “You see,
Madge,” he explained, “Harry
knows ghis elderly admirer of
vours, I am sure, and I was tell
ing him the story to see .if he
could guess the man’s name from
my description of him.” ‘.
The explanation was _ feeble
enough. 1 gugesed that ’the real
reason for Dicky's rehashing of
the incldent to Harry Underwood
was the vague uneasiness he felt
concerning the meaning of Rob
ert Gordon's strange interest in
me.
“How ridienlous you are, Dicky,”
I said impatiently, for this dis
cussion of me with Harry Under
wood annoyed me extremely. “As
if Mr, Gordon ever had any thought,
but a kindly memory of my mother
in his asking to be introduced to
me."
“Who said he had!” retorted
Dicky with a shrewd, quick look
at me. My cheeks flushed as 1
recalled the tacit admission I had
made, and then Harry Underwood
Joined the conversation.
“Robert Gordon, eh!” he said
triumphantly, but when he saw the
chagrin in my eyes at having in
advertently given him, the name
with which Dicky was tantalizing
him, he added sootningly: “Don’t
yvou care, Mrs, Graham, I would
have guessed it in another minute.
There is only one man on Broad
way who answers the description
Dirkvy was giving. and that e
Robert Gordon, ‘The Quester.’”
“The Quester?” I repeated won
deringly.
“That's what Broadway has dub
bed him. You must remember the
chap I mean, Lil, the fellow I told
vou about who's always haunting
the cases and sits alone as if he
were watching for somebody.”
WHAT HARRY SAID.
I remembered Dicky's vivid de
scription of the man, “watching,
always ' watching,” even as 1
turned apprehensively to Lillian..
She had been with me on the day
when the mysterious Mr. Gordon
had first seen me at the Hotel
Sydenham, and methodically fol-
Jowed me until he had found out
my name and home. I had not told
Dicky of this espionage, had even
managed to give him the impres
sion that I had never seen the
mysterious stranger before the eve
ning when Dicky had introduced
him to me. Mr. Gordon, himself,
at that time had spoken of see
ing me before and of his efforts
to find out who 1 was, but evi
dently Dicky had taken it for
granted that I had been in ig
norance bf those efforts. At the
first opportunity I meant to tell
Dicky the truth, but I hated to
have it revealed to him by a
chance wol when we were in the
presence of others.
But 1 need not have feared Lil
lian's discretion. Her expressive
face showed no trace of knowledge,
only interest and curlosity,
“I certainly remember your yarns
about him, Harry. Whether I had
ever met him or not is a question
which T am debating in my mind
now." she said lightly. 1 think
Harry's dramatie soul yearned to
kidnap the gentleman and put him
in a playlet, melancholy smile,
watchful waiting and all.”
“T'd sure like to kidnap his ma
zuma,” Harry Underwood chimed
in fervently. “Wonder if T went to
him and volunteered to be a sort
of assgistant Quester if he would
loosen up with some of his kale?"
He stopped, looked at me quiz
zically for a second and then
Aruck the table a blow with his
fist that made the glasses dance.
“I have it!" he said. “I'll] bet
yvou're the object of his quest,
Now you really ought to let me
in on this, Mrs. Graham. I could
take you by the hand, lead you to
the old boy, and say: ‘Here is the
lost heiress of the fortune you stole
from her ancestors, and for whom
vour remorseful soul has been look«
The Rhymin
Optim f t
By Aline Michaelis.
H. the smart man is a wonder,
with his flock of brilillant
_ stunts, and it's hard to keep
him under if he just gets started
once. He is quick and he is know
ing, understands the why and how,
and he helps to keep things going,
does this gink of lofty brow. You
can bet he's always winning, for he
knows just what to do and he sets
old Karth a-spinning just like she
was spanking new. It is great to
be the master of a flock of ancient
lore and to reel off Sanskrit faster
than t'was ever done before, Smart
guys feel no hesitation when they
meet Old Man Cube Root, Mental
stunts are their \‘:lcatiop. calculus
they think quite cute. 'Yes, their
feats are most surprising, and their
game can not be beat; they are
bound to keep on rising and they
do it tout de sweet, But one thing
is sometimes missing in the learned
fellow's act, and the gallery goes
to hissing if he hasn't any tact.
You have seen the sort of chappie
who could rub yvour fur just right:
with whom every one was happy,
every day cra.nmed full of light?
You have met him-—always smiling,
alwavs saying what he should, all
the dreary days beguiling with the
magic of his mood? Then I'm sure
you have not worried, as upon his
words you hung., over whether he
wus flurried by the ancient Hebrew
tongue. Yes, I'll bet vou've scarce
lv noted if he Kknew anatomy,
though his stock vou've alwayvs
quoted with its limit as the sky.
I‘i.-\e:'n’-.~xs is very jolly: but I'q
have ydu note this fact—folks can
stand a lot of folly if it's salted
down with tact,
ing, 10, these many years!' Then
when he turned over his dough to
you, little yours truly would get his
share.”
“That's one certainty, that you'd
get yours!” Dicky retorted, laugh
ing, and then he added thought
fully: “You sure would have
thought Madge was the lady of his
search the other night if you had
seen him keel over when.ghe told
him her maiden name. I thought
he was in a regular gwoon, but he
rallied, and passed the incident off
by saying he was subject to spelis
of faintness.”
“What's that?” Lilllan asked
sharply, and 1 saw her manner
change in an instant from idle
curiosity to alert attention. “Tell
me what happened.”
LILLIAN IS “MYSTERIOUS.”
Bhe listened, attentive, absorbed,
as Dicky described in detail Mr,
Gordon’s emotion when in answer
to his questioning I had told him
my maiden name, and his declara
tion after further questioning that
he had found the daughter of his
dearest friends, that my mother
was the best friend he. had ever
had, and that my father had been
In one of our long confidential
talns at the house in Marvin, while
Grace Draper lay hovering between
life and death in Lillian’s apart
ment, I had told Lillian of the life
tragedy of the little mother I had
tdolized and of the father 1 had
never known, the father who had
run away with my mother’'s best
friend when I was 4 years old, and
had never been heard of since. I
knew that she must read the rid
dle of Mr. Gordon’'s interest in me
as I had. He must have loved my
beautiful mother hopelessly. The
indefinable aversion with which he
surrounded his mention of my
father’s name showed how he re
sented his desertion of my mother,
But Lillian’s manner puzzled us.
By adroit questipning she secured
every bit of information Dicky
could give her about Mr. Gordon's
appearancg, conversation and ac
tions upon the night he had taken
his after dinner coffee with. us.
Then she plied her husband with
questiofis about the romantic his
tory of the man.
“Oh! zinc the questions, Lil!”
Harry Underwood said irritable at
last. “What are you trying to do,
solve the mystery all by yourself "
“I think I have solved it,” Lil
lian returned quietly, ‘but I shall
not tell even Madge about it until
I am sure I am right.”
(To Be Continued.)
’ Copyrighted, 1920, by Lever Bros. Co.
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Good Night Stories
By Blanche Silver. !
MAMMA AND DADDY SCARLET
TANAGER BUILD THEIR
NEW HOME.
T was a lovely warm day when
I Mamma and Daddy Scarlet
Tanager returned ‘to the cool
shades of the woods,
They had traveled far without
much rest, were tired and hungry
and terribly cross, at least, Daddy
Tanager was, so Mamma Tanager
thought. Any one out ot sorts gen
erally thinks everybody else is
cross but himself, so daddy felt
Mamma Tanager was exceeding.
fussy.
Daddy Tanager spieé a corner in
the fence rail that was marked “for
rent,” and setting down his heavy
grip, of course, it wasn't really very
heavy, but Daddy Tanager was so
cross it felt like a load of bricks,
and mopping his forehead, he de
cided right then ani there that the
corner 'in the fence rail was as
good as any place to build their
new home, and in a very decided,
curt tone he told Mamma Tanager
80.
“Oh, dear me!"” chirped Mamma
Tanager, hopping over to the cor
ner of the fence rail. “I don’t like
this location at all. Why, it's——"
but she got no farther, for ruffling
up L\3s red coat around his neck
Daddy Tanager threw his grip into
the vacant spot and sat down upon
it with a mad chirp.
‘“Now what about it!” he exclaim- ‘
ed crossly, *“I prefer this apart
ment to one in the oak tree!”
“Well, I'm the one who has to
stay in it most of tlie time,” said
Mamma Tanager in her quiet little
way. She had often seen Daddy
Tanager cross, and she knew it
would be best not to fuss. “Don't
you know, daddy,” she said in her
sweetest tones, “It'y so near the
ground folks will spot us too quick
ly. Then, besides, we nave no leaves
over us to keep out the storms.’
Do you think that would be advis
able?”
But Daddy Tanager was S 0 cross
rented the corner of ine fence from
he couldn’t see his wife’z reasoning, |
olid Billy Rabbit, shaking out his
red feathers proudly ¥ gan to work. j
Mamma Tanager shook her sober |
little heod, stamped on the ground, |
pulled out a juicy worm, swallowed
it, and began to gather bits of twigs.
Before long their nest was ready,
and a Jdisorderly looking nest it was,
with notning but the blne sky above
it and great cracks in the bottom.
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Mamma Tanager looked up among
the cool leaves of the oak tree
and sighed as she setided herself in
her new home. Daddy Tanager,
like most folk who get their own
way, tried to make nimself think
he was proud of his new home, but
his heart smote him as he flew
away after food for his wife.
“Not a very good place for stormy
weather, after all. Mavbe it would
have peen better in the oak tree.”
he thought as he pulled out a nice
bug from the grass. Daddy Tanager
took it back to Mamma Tanager,
who was trying to make herself
comfortable in her wretched nest.
That night a storm broke over
the meadows and Marnma and Dad
dy Tanager had to flv to the oak
tree for shelter. When they re
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pieces. Mamma Tanager never said
a word, but Daddy Tanger pulled
her off tiie nest when she attempted
to sit on it.
“T should say not! Whoever
heard of a Scarlet Tanager build
ing in a fence corner!” he laughed.
“I've found the very spot—way up
in the top of that heautiful oak
tree."” g
Clever Mamma Tanger crooked
her pretty, sober head and looked
at the oak tree with a critical eye
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By Frances Duvall |
AFTERNOON TEA.
HE stateroom semed unbear-
I ably stuffy to Keitha, in spite
- of the open porthole which
admitted the tangy breath of the
salt air. .
She slipped out of her frock and
donner a warm negigee.
A roll of the ship sent her stag
gering across the small floor space.
She landed on the couch at the
opposite side and got up with an
increased feeling of unpleasantness.
Climbing into her berth, she laid
her hot cheek against the cool pil
lows gratefully. After a few min
utes, the unpleasant feeling passed.
and she slept more soundly than
she could ever remember.
A knock outside her door brought
her back to consciousness. She
opened her eyes to find that twilight
had descended. The fittings of the
stateroom were vague’ blurs.
“Does madam wish tea?’ asked
the voice of the stewardcss she had
passed®on her way to her cabin.
Keitha debated the thought of
tea.
“Yes, thank you,” she replied
without enthusiasm.
The stewardess entered, bearing
a tray on which were a dainty tea
service, sandWiches and small
cakes.
“You may take back the cakes,”
said Keitha, when the stewardess
had switched on the lights. “T'll
have just the tea and perhaps a
sandwich.”
The woman looked at her sym
pathetically.
“Madam is not getting seasick?”
“T hope not,” smiled Keitha.
“Wouldn’t it be too stupid of me?”
She pc red out a cup of tea
and chose a sandwich cut like a
star,
The woman, busving herself
around the stateroom with a re
arrangement of the towels, a touch
here and there to Keitha's ivory
toilet articles, gave her an amused
glance.
“Madam is not seasick if she can
endure the sight of a sandwich.”
“But it is very good,” protested
Keitha, taking another, “I feel
horribly sleepy and not too com
fortable when T stand up.”
“It will pass.” replied the stew
ardess comfortingly. “Your hus
band enquired for you. T told him
vou were sleeping. Shall 1 call
him? Perhaps he would like his
tea served here.”
“Oh, no,” protested Keitha. ‘“He
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tubful. You leave the clothesin over night,
or for three hours in the morning,.
And Rinso has done the work—it has
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simply souse the clothes up and down, and
rub a few badly soiled spots, cuff edges, etc.,
lightly between your hands in the wonder
ful Rinso suds. Then rinse well—and the
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You need never boil your clothes, except
occasionally, if you want to sterilize.
Don’t have even one more of the old
back-breaking washdays.
Try the new way of soaking your
clothes clean—this very week. Get Rinso
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- is fond of the sea, let him stay on
deck.”
“You do not like the sea?”
queried the woman, as she took the
tray.
“] am fascinated by it—but &
think I fear it,” Keitha replied
frankly.
The stewardess turned her head
to the porthole and her oyes fol
lowed the broken line of the slate
grey waves in the mist.
“Twenty vears T have followea
the sea,” she said slowly. ‘Do
not fear the sea. It is kind, kinder
than most people.”
“Is there anything more, madam ™%
she added briskly, returning to her
official self. .
“Nothing. thank vou" answered
Keitha, preparing to curl luxu
riously again into her pillows.
The stewardess went out, drop
ping the curtain behind her,
Keitha lay for a long while
watching the sea through the oval
of her porthole. She was wide
awake again and her thoughts re
turned to the Beunett household,
to the French girl waiting to claim
a fiance who would never come,
most of all to Marcia Holmes,
speeding eastward to take up life
again where marriage had forced
her to leave it off.
She was dozing again when Ben
nett’'s quick step in the corridor
outside her stateroom awakened
her.
; “Keitha,” he called, “may I come
n
At her assent, he entered, switch
ing on the lights, and turning to
regard her anxiously.
“You poor kiddie,” he said with
more tenderness in his voice than’
she had ever heard.
He knelt by the berth and took
her hands in his.
To her own infinite surprise,
Keitha turned her face against his
shoulder and began to cry softly.
(Copyright, 1820, Wheeler Byndicate, Inc.)
(Te Be Continued.)
RESERVING HIS POWERS.
“Who is your favorite composer?”
asked Mrs. Glensome. ‘‘Bethhoven,”
rgplied Mr. Blakes. “You must be
a student of music,” remarked Mrs.
Glensome. *“No,” replied Mr. Blakes.
“T mention Beethoven for the sake of
relieving myself of conversational
strain. If the other man doesn’t like
Beethoven he won’t want to hear me
say another word. And if he does,
ho]‘tl_l' want to do all the talking him
self!”