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Kiddies’ Clothes
Are Modernistic
Designs Used by Grown-Ups
Copied in Costumes for
the Youngsters.
Midwinter styles for children nre
full of Innovations. Some of the fea
tures of grandmother's day—berthas,
frills and tine needlework—discarded
when extravagant dress for children
cnme In, have returned and are varied
In Ingenious ways In models somewhat
after the latest styles for grown-ups,
says a fashion writer In the New York
Times.
Along with the exhibitions of these
frocks In the fashionable shops nre
many attractive outfits for babies.
For them, In keeping with the fash
ions of the day, the dresses, petti
coats and wrappers are all modern
ized. Their short clothes are a trifle
longer, also, than those that were once
the se ond stage In the wardrobe of
the very young miss.
One of the surprises in fabrics Is
the return of old-fashioned dimity, In
the Infinitesimal checks and hair lines.
This, with fine cotton needlework,
smocking and cross-stltchlng is taking
the place of the lace and embroidery
with which babies’ things were over
loaded a few years ago. Plain musJln,
handkerchief linen, batiste and nltioti
are all used, too, for these little frocks,
and they arc elaborated with fine hem
stitching, “French" embroidery and
edgings of real luce. Dresses designed
for christening or some such cere
monious occasion arc more ornate.
Fur on Babies' Clothes.
Fur Is used generously on babies’
coats and caps for winter, and even on
the carriage blankets. One of unique
design In angora wool Is put together
so that it covers the child In its car
riage, buttoning like an envelope, and
Is so arranged that long white nngorn
fur protects the hack and entirely
covers the front, as though a laprobe.
Whole blankets are made of white
or tinted fur lined with a pretty light
silk, and coats, caps, mittens and muffs
are of white rabbit. An amusing nov
elty Is a large black angora cat made
to lie Hat In u lifelike posture. In
which to keep a baby’s night gown on
the crib or accessories at the foot of
her carriage out of doors. Caps and
wee bonnets nre made of fuzzy an
gora wool, of cloth edged with swan's
down, and some quaint little ones are
shown of quilted silk and crepe, with
a ribbon niching or a hand of mara
bou around the face. These match the
quilted silk coats and carriage robes
in pretty light shades, and are finished
with n binding of satin ribbon, u bor
der of lace, fur and marabou.
Winter fashions in models for young
ladles from two to six suggest every
thing in comfort and service ns well
ns prettiness. Four-piece woolly suits
include trouser-leggings, a sweater,
cap and mittens of downy nngorn in
white, light green, blue, pink and tan.
Each article has a border in contrast
ing color, such ns white with pule
green, pink or blue, or white with an
ombre band. A suit in light tan is lln-
Frocks of Linen. Belgian Lace; Pink
Velvet, Satin Trimming.
lshed with a border of orange and
white in cheeked pattern, another in
white, with yellow in two shades along
the border. To make these little snow
bird out tits more attractive a stuffed
woolly dog of the same material is
added to each.
Two-Piece Suits Are Used.
For children of the same age are
shown also two-piece suits, consist
ing of a plaited skirt attached to an
uuderwaist and a pull-on sweater,
made after the fashion of a suit for
a grownup. There Is great variety in
th,oe suits, which are tailored, with
fiat kilts and a general air of sophis
tication. A kilt of plain blue kasha
is worn with a sweater of blue and
tan-striped jersey; a Scotch tartan
plaid skirt with a plain blue jumper
and other charming color combina
tions. A blue Jersey sweater is shown
with a little gathered skirt of mauve
Jersey, brown with tan, scarlet with
bine.
in quite a dashing ensemble a tiny
Jersey sweater Is knitted In hold f co
metric design In red, white and bint—
*one of the fashionable color arrange
ments—-and this Is to be worn with a
skirt of plain blue Jersey. This sug
gestion of modernism Is reflected In a
number of smart little "sports" en
sembles, which are very engaging and
amusing because of their petite pro
portions.
Dressy frocks for little girls nre
made of different kinds of sheer, soft
material, principally crepe, georgette,
nlnon nnd—for many quaint, simple
models— old-time dimity. Fussy dresses
nre entirely out of fashion and trim
ming Is used with discretion. Needle
work Is used now, ns ever, in delicate
patterns nnd fine workmanship. All
while Is much in demand, clever ways
Child’s Party Dress of Canary Crepe,
Velvet Ribbon Scallops.
being found to give variety to white
muslin and dimity frocks by introduc
ing color.
Passing from the Infant class to the
girls who are growing long of limb,
the styles become somewhat more so
phisticated. Because so much of the
modern child’s life is spent in the
open greater attention is given to
sports clothes, those of tweed, wool
crepe, kasha and jersey—of which a
great deal is used—being just right
for skating, tobogganing and street
wear on winter days.
Several models nre considered par
ticularly smart. One Is the skirt,
plaited, tiered or plain, worn with an
overblouse, generally lit a different
color. Often the skirt is of plaid
checked or striped goods, with plain
Jumper or blouse, and in some of the
suits this arrangement is reversed.
In several Jersey suits n wider pat
tern is woven about the bottom, neck
nnd wrists, and in some n motif Is
worn about the bottom, neck nnd
wrists; In others n motif being woven
or embroidered on the front.
One-Piece for Slender Girls.
One-piece dresses are very much in
favor for slender young girls, particu
larly because they are softer of line
and more flattering and because they
may be worn with the warm tweed
and fur topcoats. Wool fabrics, which
have been neglected in recent seasons,
are again shown In models from the
best houses. Many new designs in
these frocks are shown with the irreg
ular neckline, the bloused bodice and
the skirt with the fullness assembled
in front.
Frocks ot velvet, crepe, taffeta and
voile are most popular for general oc
casions, for in one of these a young
girl is ready for almost any daytime
affair. A model in which are intro
duced several of the new points In
vogue for women’s dress this season
is made of pastel blue crepe de chine
on which are printed small conven
tional (lowers In rose, with a touch of
leaf green here and there. The oblique
neckline is accomplished by slashing
the material across the yoke in front,
and tying the strips into a bow at one
side, Below this the blouse is gath
ered In the middle front and is
strapped about with it narrow sash of
the crepe.
The skirt, which is modish and al
most nutlurc. is composed (if two tiers
gathered only part way around, with
the fullness clustered to one side of
the front and back. This sweetly
feminine little frock has an additional
touch of daintiness In little strips of
the crepe with which the sleeves are
closed in bows at I lie back of the
hand. The decorative scalloped edge
is Introduced In another model ot
this kind, making n line from the left
shoulder to the right side of the
blouse, back and front, and forming
u yoke with paralleled scallops for tlie
skirt, which is a full-gathered flounce
after the manner of one of tlie latest
styles for women.
The revival of the bertha is- shown
in a smart little afternoon frock of
beige crepe georgette. This item, bor
rowed from old-fashioned gowns for
women, Is modernized in its adapta
tion to girl’s frock. It Is cut
circular to ripple in an "asymmetric* 1
composition, which is repeated In the
yoke of the skirL The bertha, at
tached to only one-half of the bodice,
forms a shallow point at the neck and
is fastened In front with three buttons
at one side, the other side of the neck
being left plain.
THE ROCKDALE RECORD. Conyers, C.a„ Wed.. Jan. .‘HI, 1929,
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MODERN INTERPRETATION
"What Is wrong with this picture?”
was the title of a sketch showing a
man and woman walking down the
street. Junior had read the funny
section and the title of this picture
Intrigued him. He tried to figure ft
out, nnd bent his head puzzling over
It for some time. At last he looked up.
"Dad, I bet I know what's wrong
with this picture.”
"What?"
"I bet It ain’t his wife."
A Serious Disability.
The Surgeon—That was quite a
bad accident. You have a sprained
ankle and a dislocated shoulder. But
we’ll soon fix you up all right.
Millo. Chimny of the “Foolishness”
Company—l don't care about the
ankle If it doesn’t look bad. Hut I
can’t dunce with a lame shoulder.
THEN THE FUN BEGAN
Is your husband a buyer for a jew
elry concern?”
"No, he isn’t; why do you ask?"
“I just saw him with an engage
ment ring and a wedding ring in his
pocket."
Sour Grapes
We cannot change our nature,
It Is quite beyond our reach;
If a girl Is born a lemon
She cannot be a peach.
Heard at the Book Emporium.
WOnian Customer —Have you the
book, “The Art of Being Happy
Though Married”?
Clerk —No, madam; we don’t carry
that any more, but perhaps I might
suggest this little treatise on “The
Art of Jiu Jltsu”; it might be of
value to you.
And That’* Worses
Her —You deceived me when I mar
ried you.
Him —I did more than that. I de
ceived myself.
LITERALLY RIPPING
lie (warmly)—Gosh, girlie, but
you’re just ripping!
She —Yes—don't squeeze so hard.
In the Drowsy Court
Why lid the lawyer speak so loud.
His argument to make?
Ho felt it was his mission proud
To keep the court awake,
Businsss First
Business Man (telephoning) Hel
lo. is this William’s wholesale house?
I have one of your salesmen here and
lie has just insulted uie. What shall
I do?
Voice on Other End—First give him
a big order and then throw him out!
Nice Judge
Clerk—Do you swear that you will
tel! the truth, the whole truth and—
Miss Chatterbox —Oh, how lovely !
Judge, shall 1 be allowed to talk ail
the afternoon if 1 want to?
Old News
The friend of a distinguished musi
cian said to the latfer s five-yeaf-oid
daughter: “Tell your daddy lie is one
of the greatest players living.”
The small girl said, serenely: “1
need not tell Dim that. He knows it.”
—Stray Stories.
The Lest Word
Nina—Dad had the last word in nn
argument with mother, as usual, last
night.
Tom —The last word, as usual?
Nina—Yes, he apologized again.
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1 WHEN |
1 OLD DON 1
PRAYED |
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*© by D. J. Walsh, t
OLD DON threw another slice
of bacon into the frying-pan,
nnd cried. He was alone in
the cabin now, so it didn’t
matter. Johnny was gone; Big Bed
was gone. Only a blood splotch on the
floor near the little stove, where it
had dried, showed signs of a terrible
struggle. But now it was over. John
ny was in jail awaiting trial, while his
victim lay fighting death in Lorene.
As Old Don emptied the frying-pan
Into a tin dish and sat at the rough
table, the terrible scene repeated itself
before his eyes.
He sow Big Bed, snow-covered, eyes
bloodshot, appear in the doorway. Big
Bed was not himself, and he had come
to tease Old Don. Everybody teased
Old Don—that Is, everybody from
I’rigly’s lumber camp, for Don’s cabin
was situated just below I’rigly’s hill,
four miles from the camp and five
miles from Lorene. Beturning from
town on a Sunday night, the men
would stop at Old Don’s cabin and
laugh at him through the shuttered
windows. Old Don was the only one
that prayed; that’s why everybody
laughed at him. They laughed, those
sturdy men of the North, laughed at
the old pictures he had hanging about
the wall. They didn’t mean it, but it
made Old Don angry, because they
thought he was crazy. But Johnny
looked a little surprised as he caught
Old Don once crying before a broken
crucifix. He didn’t understand, but
he always removed his cap when he
entered the cabin after the discovery.
Old Don didn’t like to be laughed
at, so he asked Big Bed to go out. Bed
laughed—his condition, of course—and
said he wanted to listen to Old Don
pray. That was the climax. Old Don
pushed Bed toward the door, and the
brute struck him. And then Johnny
entered and stood motionless by the
door, with the soft, white snow fall
ing about him. He didn’t say a word,
lie watched, until Bed made another
clubbing swing at Old Don. Quick as
a flash his left arm shot out and
caught the brute above the eye. Old
Don didn’t remember any more until
he saw the sheriff clamping handcuffs
on Johnny. On the floor against the
wall lay Big Bed in a stream of blood.
That war all. They freed Old Don
after a questioning, but Johnny was
taken to jail to face a murder charge
if Big Bed should die without recov
ering consciousness. Of course. Don
had told them that Johnny struck the
brute who had fallen with his head
against the stove, hut they wouldn’t
believe him. Johnny had used a club.
Old Don didn’t know what he said; he
was a fanatic —a little “loony.”
Old Don raised his grizzled head to
the crucifix above the table and whis
pered as a tear skimmed down his
cheekbone and dropped, flavoring his
untouched meal. He had given up
physical hope; and this was his means
of saving the boy from death.
He knew they would hang Johnay
if Bed died. That was their code.
And the sheriff had come in only a
few moments before to tell Old Don
that Red wouldn’t live. Bed would
die unless an operation was performed
immediately. And Doctor Bromey,
Lorene’s only surgeon, could not oper
ate, as he had broken an arm under a
crashing pine a week ago.
Johnny, the smiling youth from the
big city, would hang, because the
I’rigly crew said Old Don was crazy.
No man could knock out Big Red
with his fist, they testified. Johnny
would feel the twang of the noose, be
cause Old Don was crazy and couldn’t
help.
And then, as if in answer to his
prayer, a sudden thought flashed
through Don’s mind. Big Bed dying—
Joliny to hang—an operation! The
jumbled phrases burned sharply
against his brain.
Seven miles from Prigly camp lived
Deacon Lome. He had been a doctor
once —a famous surgeon. He laid in
vested heavily in oil and lost, and
then had come North to forget. If
Don could only make it through the
snow.
Five frozen miles along the gorge,
across Lake Mullet—five frozen miles
of snow and ice, the shortest way.
And Old Don was past sixty. Yet he
did not hesitate. He tied the snow
shoes to his feet —they seemed heavy
without the snow. One look at the
figure on the cross ard he plunged in
to the white sharpness.
It took his breath away. lie reeled
and hesitated, then diagonally cut
across I’rigly hill. There was no wind,
but the sharpness cut his lungs and
made him gasp for breath. He
plugged along. Half-way down the
gorge he labored, puffing heavily.
Suddenly it drew darker. A wind
rose above him and the crisp snow
cut his nose nnd cheeks.
Straight ahead, across Lake Mullet,
the timber line grew dimmer and
spotted with red and burnished gold.
The snowshoes were getting heavy—
. unbearably heavy. Old Don wanted
to rest. But always to his mind were
ihe jumbled phrases—Big Red dying—
Johnny to hang—an operation! He
swerved to the right and onto the
frozen lake with the wind to his hack,
in the momentary relief he could dis
cern the faint light of the doctor's
cabin in the distance. Shoe after slice
he hauled through the snow. His
weary legs trembled unsteadily. Ha
could have sat down for just a min
ute but —Big Red dying! He must
save Bed for Johnny—for Johnny,
who removed his cap when he entered
the cabin.
Only a hundred yards ahead was the
doctor's cabin. A million little stars
dnncea nnd sparkled before the light
ed window as Don struggled. A few
more steps and the drooping figure
stumbled against the door, which
slowly opened against his weight, dis
closing an aggressive woman just
forty,
“Well!” she challenged, eyeing Don
fearlessly.
Old Don gasped for breath.
“The —deacon—” he forced out.
“Lorene, for grub,” she said curtly
nnd turned to piling the wood near
the stove.
Like the snap of a crushed human
back was the sound that eseuped
Don’s lips, lie staggered out.
Ills legs, tottering weakly under
him as he crawled up the stumpy
slope to Lorene, buckled under him.
He stumbled over a snow-covered
stump —and breathed a word of pray
er. And then bright spots began to
dance before his eyes growing bright
er with every step. He did not feel
the cold.
How long he struggled he could not
tell. He had lost trace of time and
place. His chin hidden in the soft
ness of liis collar, he bored ahead.
Somewhere in the distance was John
ny—and death. And then, sudden as
the swoop of a falcon, the snow Hared
before him and he dropped, burying
his face in the snow.
Faint were the voices that reached
Don’s ears as he awoke.
“Johnny!”
There was a sudden hush, and the
tobacco smell grew more pungent.
Presently the doctor reached Don’s
side.
“It’s all right, Don,” he soothed.
“How do you feel?”
Old Don felt his face. It was oily
and burning.
“But, Johnny, how —”
lie turned his head from the pil
low to the grimy, smiling face of the
men seated along the walls.
“Talking to Big Red in the other
room,” replied Doctor Bromey, ad
justing the sling on his left arm.
And then the doctor left him. and
one of the men rose and put out his
hand. Old Don took it.
“Big Bed’s coinin’ through fine.
Johnny’s talkin’ to ’ini in the other
room. The deacon fixed ’im up the
day before yesterday. But you sure
took a long time to come through,
pardner.”
Old Don lay still for a minute, then
smiled.
“Who picked me up?” he asked aft
er a pause.
“Deacon. Was goin’ back after Red
admits the kid laid him out with his
fist.”
Old Don squirmed out from under
the covers nnd stood shakily on the
bare floor. There was silence in the
little room. The door squeaked as
the doctor and Johnny watched the
solemn act.
For, kneeling against the bed, Old
Don was whispering a prayer; while,
seated against the walls, the lumber
jacks bowed their heads. They did
not laugh.
Comets Chiefly Made
Up of Gaseous Matter
While we have no reliable data as
to the precise mass of comets we are
pretty sure that the biggest and show
iest of the lot are no greater than
about 10 per cent of the earth’s at
mosphere. If they came bigger than
this they would produce effects on
the planetary paths.
Whether they should be regarded
as mainly gaseous matter or finely
divided solid matter is not just here
material, but we may, if we like, im
agine them as being equivalent to the
10 per cent of our air, water vapor
and so forth, and see just what must
happen to it when it gets fairly ex
tended as a comet.
The head of the comet would not
take up so much of the atmosphere
of which we will imagine it is made,
for diameters exceeding 150,000 miles
are unusual, but when it comes to the
tail there has to be some stretching.
Our atmosphere we may take as
fifty or seventy-five or a hundred
miles deep, but the upper layers are
so thin that we might as well take
the 50-mile limit and let it go at that.
But to make a comet’s tail with only
a tenth of this air, the extension
staggers the imagination. Tails are
common with lengths of RO.OOO.tKIt)
miles and comets have been known
with tails longer than from here to
the sun, over 100,000.000 miles, with
a diameter at the big end of easily
1,000,000 miles.
To get at the extreme attenuation
figures of speech are better than
those of arithmetic. There was an
Arabian tale of a man who never
went broke because each day he spent
only an exact half of whatever money
he had left. If this chap had started
with ten cents and kept up his sys
tem for a thousand years he would
have been richer in money than a
comet’s tail is in matter, and it is
probable that to get a close compari
son we will have to imagine a single
oyster in a stew containing as much
milk as the Atlantic ocean holds
water.—Kansas City Star.
Over the Phone
"Is that the secretary of the Oil
ers’ club?’’ asked a hazy voice. “Can
you tell me when the club opens
again?”
‘lt opens at six o’clock tomorrow
evening,” replied the secretary short
ly. “But what on earth do you mean
bringing me out of bed at this time
of night to ask that?”
“Very sorry, old chap,” came the
apologetic voice, “but, you see, I've
just woke up in the lounge.”
Dorothy’s Mother
Proves Claim
- Children don’t ordb
Snarily take to medi
cines but here’s one
that all of them love.
Perhaps it shouldn’t
be called a medicine
at all. It’s more like
-a rich, concentrated
A/yw If oo <3. It’s pure,
wholesome, sweet to the taste and
sweet in your child’s little stomach.
It builds up and strengthens weak,
puny, underweight children, makes
them eat heartily, brings the roses
back to their cheeks, makes them
playful, energetic, full of life. And
no bilious, headachy, constipated,
feverish, fretful baby or child ever
failed to respond to the gentle influ
ence of California Fig Syrup on their
little bowels. It starts lazy bowels
quick, cleans them out thoroughly,
tones nnd strengthens them so they
continue to act normally, of their own
accord.
Millions of mothers know about
California Fig Syrup from experience.
A Western mother, Mrs. J. G. Moore,
119 Cliff Ave., San Antonio, Texas,
says: “California Fig Syrup is cer
tainly all that’s claimed for it. I
have proved that with my little Doro
thy. She was a bottle baby and very
delicate. Her bowels were weak. I
started her on Fig Syrup when she
was a few months old and it regu
lated her, quick. I have used it with
her ever since for colds and every lit
tle set-back and her wonderful con
dition tells better than words how it
helps.”
Don’t be imposed on. See that the
Fig Syrup you buy bears the name,
“California” so you’ll get the genu
ine, famous for 50 years.
How to Avoid
INFLUENZA
Nothing you can do will bo effectu
a|iy protect you against Colds. In
fluenza or Grippe as keeping your organs of
digestion and elimination active and your
system free from poisonous accumulations.
Nature’s Remedy (W Tablets) does more than
merely cause pleasant and easy bowel action.
It tones and strengthens the system, increas
ing resistance against disease and infections.
Get a 15c Bex at Tour Druggist’*
!p!LE^^SUFFERERS
Get this handy tube
Instant, soothing relief and guar
nnteed to cure Itching, Blind or Pro
' trading Piles. The druggist will refund
v]\ the money if it fails. In tubes with pue
ffi pipe, 75c; or in tin boxes, 60c. Ask for
■ OINTMENT
- - - - - . .
Such Is Fate
Wifie (reading paper)—Here’s a
London doctor who lias discovered
a cure for blushing.
Hubby—He’s out of luck just now.
Women can paint it better than ever.
No Question About That
“Don’t you think women’s clothes
are showing more individuality than
formerly?”
“Well, more of the individual, any
way.”
What Kind?
Director—How long can you hold
your breath, Miss Woopey?
Miss Woopey—Six kisses. —Life.
After marriage a man stops paying
his wife compliments and begins to
pay her bills.
Some girls seem to grow more
beautiful as they grow older. Prac
tice makes perfect.
At seventeen you do not blush at
your smart-aleck performances, but at
thirty, looking back to them, you do.
MokesLife
Sweeter
Next time a coated tongue, fetid
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Get acquainted with this perfect an
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have “indigestion.” Don’t diet, and
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The name Phillips is important; it
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