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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, ) VVSmjta// 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. >; >; !♦! '*.'*'*■■*■**■ *■ 1 WHEN | 1 OLD DON 1 PRAYED | v •“ :o: :o: :co: :co: *© 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. 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