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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN "o N
i A Clean Newspaper for Southern Homes. A THURSDAY, MARCH 18, 1920
" . THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN'S MAGAZINE AND FICTION PAGE & |
Boys and Girls
Sports for Boys,
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How to Finish a
Handspring Neally
By DR. E. D« ANGELL,
*“You've got to have speed for
the hand-spring.” Beppo told the
boys, "especially at first. After
you get it in good style you can do
a hand-spring from a standing
position but it is easier it you take
@ little run—or rather quick step
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or two Yeward 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 both
hands to the mat as bhis legs shot
up. There was not the slightest
pause for his body was pushed
vigorously in the air and his hands
loft the mat uhtnstnm before his
feat touched. e did not land on
the mat’ with a dull, heavy thud,
but as light as a feather and his
legs 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 byck Beppo noticed that he
balf turned and put his hand down
to break the fall and the little
clown seemed very angry about it |
and told them that they must not
try 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-epring: As his
feet touched he fell back in imi
tation of the boys, but instead 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, i
“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
«.dft:" he said as he came to his
) (Tomorrow, how the automatic
seupling device saves lives,) |
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Business of Homemaking
" Mrs, Christine Frederick.
~ TIME-SAVING DEVICES.
i MOME of us are fortunate
enough to have maids or but
- lers and thus have our daily
i is served to us smoothly and
o ntly by their human hands. But
are also many whose pock
: circumstances or choice
fnate the human servant, and
] we have to rely more on
“echanical servants who shall help
firfiu our meals.
,K::‘l know from experience that it is
~me of the hardest details of a
. woman's work to serve a dinner on
"which she has just spent energy
‘and time in cooking. When she
has finished cooking she feecls like
'sitting down and not “getting up”
to serve other members of the
family. More and more mechanical
servanis are being put at the dis
of this woman,
: of these in importance is
tray or trays on wheeils, Sev
~ styles of this device are avail
a one with two trays about 30
inches owval, fitted in a well made
stand, which has three logs
fi%fl to rubber-tired wheels. Such
‘a can be used near the stoye
W cooking, and used to carry in
The American Girl
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Susan Kills Flu
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With Health Rules
By MOLLIE PRICE COOK."
Kerchoo! Xerchoo! Out came
Susan’'s handkerchief and down
went her head! “I'm really all
in,” she said.
“Now you're talking,” sald Su
san’'s big sister, “just stop every
thing and go to bed Don't eat
any dinner, take hot water and
lemon, keep warm and rest; you'h
be better in the morning.”
But Susan found several things
to do—and several things she
wanted to eat, Including freshly
baked bread, cookies and chocolate
pudding. The puppy got out on
the back porch agd 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 ghe re
mained in bed seven whole days,
missing the taffy pull at church,
the skating tournament, and the
St. Patrick’s Day party.
“Never again!” 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 hygiene, 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,
l.ots 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 fruitg of all kinds. Keep warm
and dry. Wear loose, comfortable
clothes and underclothes,
Change stockings at least twice
A weelt, Two baths a week (if not
a daily bath). Brush teeth twice a
day. Hands and face washed be-
Tore meals and at bedtime. When
a girl feels sick she should stop
eating, take a warm bath, go to
bed and mind her Ps and Qs.
“That's a full program,” said
Susan to herself, “but I guess it's
easy enough {f 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 seryant 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 its 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
wooeden “Susans” are now being
seen for the first time fitted with
special! china. sections, which per
mit four or five dishes to 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 one dish with three
or more partitions than te have four
separite dishes on the table. With
this dish it is possible to serve po
tatoes, two veegtables and a relish
LDV passing one dish instead of
four,
(Copyright, 1820, Wheeler Syndicate, Inc,)
,‘Revelations of a Wife
By Adele Garrison. |
HAS LILLIAN REALLY SOLVED
THE PROBLEM? I
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 this elderly admirer of
yours, 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 guessed that the real
reason for Dicky’'s rehashing of
the incident to Harry Underwood
was the vague uneasiness he felt
concerning the meaning of Rob
ert Gordon’s strange interest in
me.
“How ridiculous you are, Dicky,”
I said impatiently, for thig 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 I
recalled the tacit admission T had
made, and then Harry Underwood
joined the conversation.
“Robert Gordon, eh!” he sald
triumphantly, but when he saw the
chagrin in my eyes at having in
advertently glven him the name
with which Dicky was tantalizing
him, he added sootningly: “Don’t
you ware, Mrs, Graham, I would
have guessed it in another minute.
There is only one man on Broad
way who answers the description
Dirky was giving, ana that 1=
Robert Gordon, ‘The Quester.'”
“The Quester?” I repeated won
deringly,
“That's what Broadway has dub
bed him. You must, remember the
chap T mean, Lil, the fellow I told
you 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 [°
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
lowed 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 T had never seen the
mysterious stranger hefore 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 I was, but evi
dently Djcky had taken it for
granted ‘that T had been in ig
norance of those efforts. At the
first opportunity T meant to tell
Dicky the truth, but T hated to
have it revealed to him by a
chapce word when we were in the
presence of .others,
But I need not have feared Til
lian's discretion. Her expressive
face showed no trace of knowledge,
only interest and curfosity,
“I certainly remember your varns
about him, Harry. Whether 1 had
ever met him or not is a question
which T am debating in my mind
now,"” ghe said lightly. 1 think
Harry's dramatic soul yearned to
Kidnap the gentleman and put him
in a playlet, melancholy smile,
watehful waiting and all.”
“I'd sure like to kidnap his ma
zuma,"” Harry Underwopod chimed
in fervently. “Wonder if 1 went to
him and volunteered to be a sort
of assistant Quester if he would
loosen up with some of his kale?”
He stopped, looked at me quiz
zically for a second and then
&ruck the table a blow with his
fist that made the glasses dance.
“T have it!” he said. “I'll bet
vou're the object of his quest.
Now you really ought to let me
in on this, Mrs.'Graham. 1 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
your remorseful soui has been look
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The Rhymin
Optim fs t
By Aline Michaelis.
H, the smart man is a wonder,
O with his flock of brilllant
stunts, and it's hard to keep
him under if he just gels 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 Earth a-spinning Just like she
was spanking new, It s great tu
be the aster of a flock of ancient
lore and to reel off Sanskrit faster
than t'was ever done before. Swmart
guys fee! no hesitation when they
meet Old Man Cube Root. Mental
stunts are their vacation, ealculus
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 your fur just right:
with whom every one was happy,
every day crammed full of light?
You have met him-—always smiling,
alwavs saying what he should, all
the aireary 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
was flurried by the ancient Hebrew
tangue. Yes, I'll bet vou've scarce-
Iy noted if he Kknew anatomy,
though his stock you've always
guoted with its limit as the sky.
Cleverness is very follv: but 14
have you note this fact—folks can
stand a lot of folly if it's salted
down with taet.
ing, 10, these many years!” Then
when he turned over his dough to
vou, 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 she told
him" her maiden name. I thought
he was in a regular swoon, but he
rallied, and passed the incident off
by saying he was subject to spells
of faintness.” -
“What's that?” Lillian asked
sharply, and I saw her manner
change in an instant from idle
curiosity to alert attention. “Tell
me what happened.”
LILLIAN IS “MYSTERIOUS.”
She listened, attentive, absorbed,
as Dicky described in detail Mr.
Gordon’s emotion when in answer
to his questioning I had told him
my malden 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 Draver 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
Idolized and of the father I had
never known, the father who had
run away with my mother's best
friend when 1 was 4 years old, and
had never been heard of since, 1
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 l?opeless]y. The
indefinable aversion with which he
gurrounded his mention of my
ather’s name showed how he re
sented his desertion of my mother.
But Lillian’s manner puzzled us.
By gdroit questipning she secured
every bit of information Dicky
could give her about Mr. Gordon’s
appearance, conversation and ac
tions upon the night he had taken
his after dinner coffee with us.
Then she plied her husband with
questions 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 yourselfl ”
“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.)
Copymghted, 1930, by Lever Bres. Co.
Good Night Stories
. By Blanche Silver. :
MAMMA AND DADDY SCARLET
TANAGER BUILD THEIR
NEW HOME.
T was a lovely warm day when .
l 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 feit
Mamma Tanager was exceeding
fussy. 3
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 4t felt like a load of bricks,
and mopping his forehead, he de
cided right then anli 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
50, '
“Qh, 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 k\s 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 iti"” 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'¢ 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 so crgss
rented the corner of tne fence from
he couldn’t see his wife’z reasoning,
olid Billy Rabbit, shaking out his
red feathers proudly " gan to work.
Mamma Tanager siook her sober
little head, stamped on the ground,
pulled out a juicy worm, swallowed
it, and began to gather bfts of twigs.
Before long their nest was ready,
and a Jdisorderly looking nest it was,
with notuing but the blue 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 setiled herself in
her new home. Daddy Tanager,
like most folk who get their own
way, tried to make himself 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, Maybe 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 Pack to Mamma Tanager,
who was trying to make herself
comfortable in her wretched nest.
That night a storm broke over
the meadows and Marma and Dad
dy Tanager had to flv-to the oak
tree for shelter, When they re
turned 10 their nest tlie next morn
ing it was soaked and zll falling to
pieces. Mamma Tanager never said
a word, but Daddy Tangeg pulled
her off the nest when she attempted
to sit on it.
“I. 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 bheautiful oak
tree.”
Clever Mamma Tanger crooked
her pretty, sober head and looked
at the oak tree with a critical eye
and with a twit as nuch as to say,
“Oh, of course, if you say so,” fol
lowed Daddy Tanager to the tip
top of the oak tree. There. they
built their new ' homg and lived
happily ever afterward,
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| Married Strangers
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 negligee.
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 unpleasaniness.
Climbing into her. berth, she laid
. her hot cheek against the cool pil
lows gratefully. LK After a' few min
utes, the unpleasant feeling passed.
and she slept more soundly than
she could ever remember. A
A knock outside her door brought
her back so 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 stewardess 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. “I'll
have just the tea and perhaps a
sandwich.”
The wgman looked at”her sym
pathetically.
“Madam is not getting seasick?”
“I 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, husying herself
around the statéeroom with a re
arrangement of the towels, a touch
here and there to Keitha's ivory
toilet articles, gave her an amused
glance. SR
“Madam is not seasick if she can
endure the sight of a sandwich.”
“But it is very g00d.,” protested
Keitha, taking another. .“I feel.
horribly sleepy and not too com
fortable when I:stand: up.” |
“It will pass.” replied the stew
ardess comfortingly. ‘“Your hus
band enquired for you. I told him
vou were sleeping. Shall I call
him? “Perhaps he would like his
tea served here.”
“Oh, no;” protested Keitha. “He
is fond of the sea, let him stay on
deck.”
“You do not like the sea?”
queried the woman, as she took the
tray. :
" “I am . fascinated by it—but I
think I fear it,” Keitha replied
“rankly.
The stewardess turned her head
' to the porthole and her eyes fol
| lowedathe breken line of the slate
grey waves in the mist.
. “Twenty years I\ have followed
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 you,” 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 co!‘ridor
outside her stateroom awakened
her.
4 “Keitha,” he called, “may I come
nor
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 veice 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, 1920. Wheeler Byndicate, Inc')
(To Be Continued.)
- RESERVING HIS POWERS,
“Whe is your favorite composer?”
asked . Mrs. Glensome. “Bethhoven
replied Mr. Blakes. ‘“You must %
a student of music,” remarked Mre
Glensome. “No,” replied Mr. Blakes.
“I mention Beethoven for the sake,of
relieving myself of conversationai
strain. If the other man doesn’t like
Beethoven he won't want to hear me
say another word. And if he does,
hel'jlflt want to do all the talking him
self!”