—
Bellefonte, Pa., October 20, 1916.
WOMAN TAKES MAN’S PLACE.
(Written for Pittsburgh Dispatch.)
This startling headline meets the eye
No matter where one 100ks;
In papers, magazines and tracts,
And in a thousand books.
The rule that doesn’t work both ways
Is very hard to find;
That compensation rules the world,
I bring this to your mind:
When I got on my morning car
And took a glance around,
The seated men were thirty-one,
But one lone maid I found.
The car preceeded on its way
Toward the city line,
And women folks filled up the isle
Till there were twenty-nine.
But not a man stirred from his seat;
For changed conditions rule,
And he who'd take a lady’s place
Would be esteemed a fool.
For since the edict has gone forth
That women have the call,
Now to deny them equal rights,
Pray, who would have the “gall?”
But heroes’ nerve we there display;
We stood it all the while;
In fact, we'd stand most anything,
Except stand in the aisle.
So, woman, welcome to this field
Of competition sharp;
But if your legs won't stand the strain,
Tramp. corns, kick, side-step, carp.
J. FRANK TILLEY.
Pittsburgh, Pa., Oct. 11, 1916.
FUEGO.
(Concluded from last week.)
“It is above a year that I have play-
ed in this circus, Madonna. It is a
poor circus, but with La Fuega we
hoped for much, and the old man
dreamed that we might cross the sea,
to your country.”
“You know my country ?”
“From the kindness of your heart,
Madonna, for the Americans have
hearts larger than their purses. The
circus, it is Spanish. As for me, I am
Italian.”
“Napoli ?”
“Roma.”
They walked for a time in silence.
“By birth, I am not of the circus. I
am a more educated man, for I speak
three languages, whereas the rest
know perfectly but the French and
the Spanish. And after my way, I,
too, am an artist, Madonna. With my
own hands I painted the zebra. This
might be called cheating, yet is not
art greater than nature? And it was
not a simple task.
“Therefore, though I am but an n-
different clown, I was of value to the
circus, and for the sake of the child I
took its hardships for my services.
“She was but that, Madonna, a
child; or I think she would not have
laughed at me. The Italian women
are not so. They will kill as they will
kiss, Madonna—for love. But they do
not laugh as the Sponish woman
laughs, which is always. She was but
a child. Her body will be sixteen
vears tomerrow.
“And =o I stayed with the circus,
encouraging her to lesp through the
hoop, and to stand more steadily upon
the horse, and to be merry on the
long foot-journeys. For I loved her,
Madonna.”
The American woman stumbled in
the muddy path. The clown’s hand
caught her elbow and again they
walked in silence.
“You must know that the old man
had put his hopes upon her, teaching
her to ride, to dance, and to tumble.
This showed her the skill of jumping
through a hoop, and at last he made
her do this wonderful feat of leaping
through a hoop set on fire.
“So when I came to the circus 1
sometimes played games with her;
and afterward, in the long marches
from one town to another. I carried
her upon my back when she was hurt
from riding on the camel.
“For at that time we owned a camel,
Madonna. But it became sick, and in
one village the boy who had charge of
it was frightened because it died, and
secreted ‘it in a brook, and we were
expelled from that town for polluting
the drinking-water. The old man,
Madonna, did not give the boy up to
punishment, for he feels keenly for
such frailties; sc we were forced to
turn into another route, and presently
we were in a bad low country. The
zebra itself grew weary in the heavy
sand underfoot, and the great trial
of our enterprise was upon us, as an
eagle casting its shadow down upon a
man.
“Before and about us were long
lines of dull bushes, which grew up
out of the white sand. Trees also ap-
peared, but they were short, as
though God, Madonna, had pushed
them back again with His hand. God
was there Himself, Madonna, sitting
in some part of the blue, hard sky,
which curved over like the half of a
fruit, above thin clouds that looked
like women’s veils.
“Once we came to a little, desolate
house, closed in by thick bushes, and
entered it, falling behind the caravan
for some adventure in the noon-day
heat. :
“It was there that I spoke to her of
love. I loved her in all ways, Madon-
na—as the child, as a woman. I loved
the slim neck of the young: girl, the
large, smiling eyes of the child, her
quick movements, Madonna, ‘ike those
of a bird on the twigs of a ‘ree.
“But she only laughed at me. She
did not know, Madonna. I longed for
Her to show some sign, or make some
promise, for all that I desired was to
marry her in preper time, say when
she should be eighteen. (Why had I
need of haste, considering I was born
to live forever? There is no colony
where the damned can die!) Yet her
laugh maddened me. A man is not
reasonable when he loves.
“And as I watched her while she
stood across from me in the old house,
beyond the buzzing flies that floated
between us, I said an unworthy thing,
which drove the laughter from her
eyes. I said: ‘If you would love me,
I would care for you in all ways, and
vou would never again jump through
the hoop of fire.’
do, and to be afraid each time! And I
had been the first to know this secret,
Madonna, and that was why I first
loved her, watching her from the gate
after I came to this circus.
“It was in truth with astonishment
that I saw her do this thing. There
were but two spaces in the hoop that
did not take fire, and here, with most
ingenious art, she must catch the ring
or be burned. The spaces were of
metal, colored like the wood, and on
them we put a liquid which prevents
the flame. This liquid, likewise, was
put all about the hem of her skirt, for
the skirt truly touched the ring as she
jumped through. These small duties
I did for her, each night, soaking the
skirt in the fluid to just the proper
length, and improving the hoop in ac-
cordance with the growth of her skill.
Also I would wait by the ring to catch
and lift her from the horse, for she
was always very weak, and this en-
couraged her. Such services she had
not known before I came to the circus,
and it is not surprising that she put
some trust in me, even though she
would not love me.
“Therefore I should not have spok-
en thi thing. Why should she not
fear? It was only the wife of Brutus
who died, without fear, from fire. And
it was from a great conviction of love
that the wife of Brutus did that, Ma-
donna; so to have my little one laugh
again, I made games in the deserted
house, and caught bees for her, until
it was late in the day and we must
return to the road.”
The clown paused, as though he
were lost in memory; and as the wom-
an at his side listened for his voice
the sound of a twig, snapped by one
of the plodding travelers before them,
came through the mist as though
from far away.
“The sand grew difficult, Madonna,
so I took her upon my shoulder, which
made slow walking; and when we
overtook the circus, we found that
they had reached the sea.
camped there for the night, before
going into the next town on the shore.
All were rejoiced to have reached the
sea, just across from which lay Amer-
ica; and the old nian was in tears. He
stroked La Fuega on the back, and
pointed across the waves, and made
much of her; for he is very old, from
having too many wives, and shows
his emotions readily.
sat with La Fuega on the sand, and
she was very happy at the sight of
the ocean, which she loved. She had
forgotten the little house and the hot
lay against my shoulder, watching the
sea.
“She said to me: ‘It is enough wa-
ter to put out all the fire in the world,’
and with these werds she sighed, Ma-
donna, and fell te sleep. I would not
let the old man waken her, and the
whole circus, sitting about fires on the
sand, sang the old song of Spain until
the embers died; and La Fuega slept
in my arms the whole night.
“And holding her so, through the
long hours, I thought of my love for
her, and of how I could make her love
me, and, as very unhappy people will,
na. If she should be in danger of her
life, and I should save her, with a
crowd of people to see, how could she
not love me? And I pictured to my-
self, with a kind of pleasure, the ter-
rible sight if she should catch fire in
leaping through the hoop.
“I knew that I could save her. I
knew each movement that she made,
and if the flame ever caught her
dress, I knew how I could run, in one
instant, and throw her from the horse,
and roll her in the dirt and put out
the flames, so that no spark would
have touched her body. That is why
my soul is damned, Madonna, for sit-
ting there in the night I began to
hope she would catch on fire. And
my mind ran with that hope as a
drunken man runs from the Virgin to
the devil.”
The woman and the clown were at a
turn in the narrow road, and down the
steep hillside the woman saw the dark
figure of the old man, whom the priest
was supporting by his arm across an
impeding stone.
“And the wicked picture that I had
made to myself did not leave my
mind. It was always with me, and
each time from the gateway I would
watch to see the flame ignite her gil-
ver dress. Madonna, will you be still
incredulous when I say that my soul
is damned forever? I became impa-
tient because it did not happen.
approval, and as she slid down into
my arms she laughed with pleasure.
It seemed as though she again were
laughing at my love, Madonna. I
struck my breast because it had not
been given me to save her life before
the crowd.
“And at last, the devil took me com-
pletely.”
The fog had closed about them
more thickly, and in it ahead the last
of the straggling circus people dis-
appeared.
“Again for many weeks we went
into the low country, as now all such
towns knew of La Fuega, and were
waiting for her. J caught small toads
that jumped before us in the path, and
let them spring from my hand, be-
cause this amused her, Madonna. Yet
my soul was running—as a man runs
down hill, because he cannot stop
himself.
“I was not afraid. I knew the
movements of the horse. I knew the
weight of her body, and quick action
of fire, the nature of dirt, and the arts
of running, of tumbling, and of the
trapeze, which teaches how to seize,
balance, and dispose, without harm,
the body of another.
“In the last town but this, Madonna,
I prepared her for the performance. I
dressed the horse, and when she had
put on her stockings, I myself pow-
dered the soles of the feet, for this is
an important point in standing upon
a horse. I put the fluid on the
metal parts of the hoop, but—while
she closed her eyes from the distaste-
ful smell of it—I poured oil upon the
rim of her dress.
“We led the horse up to the gate,
and waited back of it. It was here,
every night, Madonna, that my fingers
We en- |
“While the sun was going down, I |
sun, and was again my little child, and |
I began to tell myself stories, Madon- |
“One night the crowd cried out in
and La Fuega sprang on her horse an’
I handed her the candle, and she rode
out into the ring.
“Even then, I was not afraid. I
saw the horse trot around the circle,
and the hoop, bright yellow, dance up
into the air while the people clapped.
“I was not afraid, even when she
sprang through the hoop, and the yel-
low flame touched her dress and leap-
ed around it. I ran toward the horse
and jumped at her, and tying the
burning skirt with my arms, threw
her down upon her back, and rolled
her over in the sawdust, and then tore
away the hot cloth with my hands. A
terrible sound was coming from the
people, yet my heart was glad. I had
seen her eyes as I dragged her from
the horse, and the fear in them was a
horrible thing; but feeling my arms
about her, she knew that she was safe,
and she laughed, Madonna.
“She was there in my arms, under
the horse. A spark that had caught
in her bodice, between her breasts, I
crushed out with my cheek. A great
cry of joy was all about. I had been
right. But as I lifted my head from
her breast to look at her, she read my
face, and gazing up into my eyes, she
saw deep into them, and she knew
what I had done. And her heart stop-
ped, Madonna.”
They were standing under the droop-
ing acacias by the inn. With the cold
rain the hour of the blossoms had
begun, and here and there the slender
white clusters lay scattered.
The woman spoke in a low voice.
“Let me see your hands,” she whis-
i pered.
i Unclosing the fingers, he quietly
: placed them in hers, and she lowered
{ her head ©nbove them. Across the
palms were streaks of angry red and
| pitiful swollen white. No oil, no water,
| had washed off the dreadful stains of
| ack and of brown. In the fine rain,
great drops fell down upon the hands.
For the second time in her life the
American woman was weeping.
His voice spoke gravely. “Why
i chould Madonna weep for me? I am
i like the insane, who do not feel pain.
| Or, perhaps, unlike the insane, for I
enjoy it.”
| She gently put away his hands, and
, turned from him.
t His voice came quietly over her
shoulder, as it had come from the mist
i before the chapel.
“It is a strange boon for a soul al-
i ready damned—that it should receive
| confession to the Madonna. Will she
| send one more gift into hell ?”
| Mutely she looked at him.
| “I am returning to her grave until
I the time we must perform. Would
| the Madonna come there when it is
, dark and pray with me for her soul ?”
| “Ard for yours,” she said. “I will
| come.” :
{The yellow torches were flaring
l around the tents in the valley, and
| the stars were fighting their way
through dispersirg clouds, when the |
! American woman left the inn and
! slipped away under the dripping
| acacias.
| By the torches, the stars, and the
purple depths of sky that spread
i above the mountain like a cloak, her
mind was blurred; and as she ran®
| stumbling along the path, her vision
| of terrifying love was full of whirling
| color, of blackness, and of yellow fire.
| Her flesh quivered with a longing to
i take those hands and tremblingly
i close them.
{ But when she came to the little
garden of graves, it was, as she had
promised him, for two souls that she
| had to pray. His body lay across the
‘mound of earth like that of one who
| has been crucified; but near one of his
| outstretched hands lay something
white, like a small stick in the dirt.
. With a little hurt sound she picked it
| up, and she did not have to question
i how he died. The red mouth of the
i clown had sucked in the flame of the
candle.—By Horace Fish, in Harper's
i Monthly Magazine.
: Economical Steer Feeding Outlined
i by State College.
| It is essential to give feeding steers
! the right start when they are brought
| into winter quarters. If pasture is
i short they may be fed some good hay
' for the first week until they become
i acclimated to their new quarters.
Corn in the form of fodder may grad-
ually be introduced, and any availa-
| ble pasture may be utilized at the
same time. Steers should make a
' gain of one and one-half pounds a day
| on pasture supplemented by unhusk-
ed corn fodder hay or any home
grown feed.
Steers should be placed in winter
quarters when grass is frosted, vsual-
ly from November 15 to December 1.
If they are of good grade .nd in good
condition and weight, experiments at
The Pennsylvania State College indi-
cate that an economical feed consists
of corn silage to the limit of appetite
supplemented with two and one-half
pounds of cottonseed meal for each
1000 pounds live weight. This ration
may he fed the first three months,
after which time the cottonseed meal
may be increased gradually until
when the steers have heen in winter
quarters for five months they will be
receiving three and one-half or four
pounds for each 1000 pounds live
weight.”
It is necessary to supply ear corn
in addition to corn silage and cotton-
seed meal during the last three
months to animals not of high grade
in quality and condition.
When steers refuse to eat all ear
corn or to shell corn from the ear,
shelled corn should be substituted.
Not a Mercenary Suitor.
Mr. Roxley (coldly)—“And what
are your prospects, may I ask?”
Jack Sooter—“Pardon me, sir; I
merely love your daughter. I have
not been so mercenary as to look you
up in Bradstreet’s, and therefore I
cannot answer your question.”—Bos-
ton Transcript.
Through.
“Is Bill Jenkins still paying atten-
tion to that red-headed Smith girl 7”
“Not very much. They're married
now.”—New York World.
Loved the wood-rose and left it its
stalk ?’—Emerson.
on
The love of flowers is one of the
earliest passions and probably one of
the most enduring,” and “rare indeed
is the person who would willingly and
knowingly contribute to the disap-
pearance of nature’s priceless heri-
tage, the wild flowers.”
Yet in spite of our love for wild
flowers, Albright A. Hansen, instrutor
of Botany in Pennsylvania State Col-
lege, writes in the “Pennsylvania
State Farmer” that the one-time fa-
miliar and abundant native species
have begun to disappear. Various
causes are advanced as reasons for
this disappearance—the cultivation of
the soil, drainage, grazing, lumbering
and building, but Mr. Hansen thinks
the greater number are being lost to
flower-lovers because of ruthless, pro-
miscuous, vandalistic plucking of
flowers, for the temporary gratitica-
tion of the moment. This cause
would be very nearly controllable if
the knowledge of the proper care of
our wild flowers were disseminated
throughout the country and taught in
the public schools. Already many so-
cieties have been organized in differ-
ent States, the most prominent of
which is—“The Wild Flower Preser-
vation Society of America,” with
chapters in all parts of the country.
These societies hope to do for the
preservation of wild flowers what the
Audubon Society has done for birds.
Says Mr. Hansen:
The saddest part of it all is that in
the same manner that war kills off
the finest of our manhood, so the war
upon plants conducted by the thought-
less collector kills off the most beau-
tiful and attractive of our flowers,
while the ill-scented, inconspicuous or
' otherwise less appealing ones remain
| to take the place of their more hand-
{some relatives. This is especially
true of our animal plants; they have
but one means of reproducing their
kind and that is by seed. If the flow-
ers are picked, these plants are rob-
bed of their natural right to repro-
duce their kind, because a flowerless
plant will never produce seed. Have
we a right to rob posterity of the
pleasures we now enjoy from the
beauties of our wild flowers? Does
not the greatest good for the great-
est number demand that we leave the
flower on the stalk to perpetuate its
kind for the pleasure of those who
follow us?
The wanton destruction of wild
knowledge of the various
which plants and flowers appeal to
the mind of man, of their sensibili-
nomena of their life. The study of
botany as bearing on the so-called
“human side of plants,” will do more
to preserve the native wild flowers
than any other measure. Those who
i pluck and destroy flowers are usually
ignorant of their essential life, the
useful work done by them, the causes
of the marvels of their coloring, the
various substances made by them, and
the curious ways by which they draw
into themselves the various materials
they need; how they resist their ene-
mies and perpetuate their species,
and even secure change of location.
Scientifically speaking the simplest
common wild flower is a marvel:
on
By viscous threads; seleciing in its course,
From formless matter with mysterious
touch
That seems a prescience, out of which to
weave
The warp and woof of tissues.”
Among the wild flecwers that are
rapidly disappearing along the East-
ern seaboard is the arbutus, “the
sweetest flower that grows,” which
will soon become extinct unless meas-
ures are taken for its preservation.
When our Pilgrim forefathers set-
tled in New England, they were loyal-
ly welcomed by a profusion of arbu-
tus, the “sweetest flower that grows.”
Today the arbutus has become prac-
tically extinct throughout New Eng-
land, except in a few favored locali-
ties. The same fate is rapidly over-
taking the region of State College. In
the memory of the writer, arbutus
was plentiful within a short distance
of the College; today considerable
searching is required to find patches
of any extent. A few years ago, ar-
butus was abundant in the region of
Cornell University, where it is now
practically extinet. The writer is fa-
miliar with a region in Cambria coun-
ty where arbutus was exterminated
within the short space of five - years.
And all this in face of the fact that
the damage is absolutely useless, due
entirely to ignorance of the habit of
the plant. = Arbutus is a perennial,
rarely maturing seed in this State,
and reproducing almost entirely by
the trailing, creeping stems, which
send up flower-branches at frequent
intervals. As pointed out by the
writer a few weeks ago in the “Col-
gian,” if the flowering stems are cut
off with a sharp knife, iittle harm is
done, but if the creeping stems are
ruthlessly pulled as has been the
practice in the past, the doom of the
charming trailing arbatus is sealed.
If the creeping stems are distributed,
the plant is robbed of its only means
of reproduction and those who come
after us are robbed of the pleasures
which we now enjoy.
Other vanishing blooms are the la-
dies’ slipper, or moccasin flower, es-
pecially the yellow . variety and the
white with pink veining, and«all other
orchids; the shy cardinal flower, the
sim di SC Sh — — . . —— " — “ Ss we ERT Rh _— — ROR
A x “1 Jpoa nok have said this, for it guivered to i her to me and hold | “OUR DISAPPEARING WILD | spring beauty, Mayapple, pinkster, |
A was her secret. The Fuega was afraic | ber on my heart, away from the fire » to pk. t athe null ; ;
Bewrocralic Taft | of the fire, so afraid that the fear that frightened her. The parrot wom- FLOWERS, jack-in the-p uiplt, Lupine, Christnigs
WAI Cfaimer; 3 never left her mind. It is a terrible lanran in pastus, with all her little| “Hast thou named all the birds without | L&D, partridge berry, and white pond
thing to do what the little Fuega could | birds twittering under her costume, a gun? lilies. And itis not alone the pluck-
ing of these flowers that altogether
drives them from the fields and woods
according to some botanists. Many
flowers and plants refuse close con-
tact with civilization; they will not
thrive in cultivated gardens. When
the forests become tramping grounds
for tourists, these flowers vanish
mysteriously. Surely since we af-
ford asylum for birds and beasts, we
can make provision for our wild flow-
ers. There is no higher evolution in
the whole plant kingdom than the
flowering plant. Mr. Hansen urges
the substitution of flowering weeds
for bouquets, if we must indulge the
passion for picking wild flowers.
There is a large group of plants
represented by the field daisy, the
black-eyed Susan, and orange hawk-
weed, which are so marvelously gift-
ed by nature, that it seems no amount
of picking will exterminate them.
They are known to the farmer as
weeds, and their collection will serve
the dual purpose of supplying bou-
quets and aiding the farmers in solv-
ing the weed problem.
Mr. Frank C. Pellett, Itwa State
Bee inspector, is rescuing wild flowers
that will thrive under cultivation, by
the simple expedient of giving them
space to grow on his farm. This
most every section where native wild
flowers are threatened with destruc-
tion.
A half-acre plot on his little farm
is used exclusively as a wild flower
preserve, and there are more varie-
ties of wild flowers and plants grow-
ing in this small field than can be
found in almost any garden in the
country. Some of these flowers have
become extremely valuable because of
the fact that they have practically
disappeared from the fields and tim-
berland of the State. The State has
suffered an immense loss because of
this ruthless destructicn of its native
flowers, Mr. Pellett believes, and he
is preserving all of the species until
method can be easily pursued in al- :
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
DAILY THOUGHT
Gentle words, quiet words, are, after all,
the most powerful words. They are more
convincing, more compelling, more pre-
vailing.—Gladden.
Satin is again being used for tailor-
mades, but it is not likely to be so
popular as velve:, veloutine and the
many cloths. The plainer the costume
the better, so long as the lines are
good. And here is the difficulty. The
models are deceptive; they look sim-
ple, but they are mest complicated.
To make a good sleeve will he a
triumph, and to achieve a skirt that
hangs to perfection will be a victory.
The long gigot sleeve begins gener-
ously on the upper arr, but shows no
fullness where it is put into the shoul-
der. From the elbow it is close-fit-
ting, and it ends in a point over thes
back of the hand. The bishop sleeve
in chiffon is easier to make, and is in
favor.
Collars of all kinds are being made.
There is a little gray faille dress
trimmed with coarse woolen lace of
the same shade, which has an open
roll collar of the lace. The shape is
oval from shoulder to shoulder. Sev-
eral of the smart afternoon dresses
are being made with small square de-
colletes, and a tiny supple gold chain
worn tight round the throat, with one
dropping jewel, takes away any bare-
ness in effect.
Another dress in velvet, made in
the straight fashion, with deep belt
{ across the front of the skirt, had a
i soft, straight, stand up collar, which
seemed to fall into any shape; but it
needs wearing and is not likely to be
so much in favor as the convenient,
becoming little collar that rises up a
little at the back to roll back very
slightly, and runs away into nothing
in front. French women do not care
for the swathed throat, but that style
may become more popular.
The long skirt must come back, and
if it does the train will come with it.
At present a lorg skirt is extraordi-
narily dowdy. The fashion is all for
neatness and briskness in appearance,
and the idea of not having the feet
and ankles free is displeasing. But
it is already old-fashioned to walk
about with a full skirt hardly past the
such time as the farmers begin to re-
alize their mistake and are anxious to
make amends by repopulating the
flowers is largely due to the lack of
ways in |
ties, intelligence, and the various phe- |
“Cell joined to cell, mysterious life passed
roadsides with honey-producing
plants.
{ Cannot other preserves be found-
i County papers please copy.
High Living Cost Cut by Grafting
Tomato and Potato.
Eleven fully matured tomatoes and
as many life-sized potatoes
gardens of The Pennsylvania State
College marks the advent of the new-
i est of freak plants in the vegetable
world. If further experimentation
proves its commercial value, the lat-
est creation in plant life is expected
| to revolutionize vegetable growing hy
combining economy of space in the
vegetable grower’s garden with effi-
ciency in plant growth.
The experiment was conceived and
professor of experimental
growing at the college. A potato was
planted and on the stalk produced
there was grafted a young tomato
shoot. The union was protected with
wax and bound with raffia, exactly as
{is done in the ordirary grafting of
i fruit trees. A luxuriant growth of
vine resulted. On the vine there were
many tomato blossoms, and these de-
veloped into normal tomatoes. Under
ground, at the same time, the pota-
toes thrived as if they were growing
under the stimulus of their own tops.
Dental Preparedness.
What is the most
bute of a soldier?
Good feet?
No.
Good eyesight ?
No
important attri-
Good brains?
o.
What then?
Good teeth.
A soldier may have good feet, good
eyesight, and good brains but if he
has bad teeth, he can’t eat. If he
can’t eat he can’t march near enough
to the enemy to see him and use his
brains to fight him.
How does a soldier get good teeth?
By having good teeth in childhood.
How do children keep good teeth?
Through being taught by their
mother how to keep their teeth clean
and having their teeth looked after
while they are growing. This makes
good teeth for future soldiers.
It would seem then as though the
first patriotic duty of a mother is to
keep her children’s teeth in good
condition.
It is.
Penn State Women Grads Raise Stu-
dent Loan Fund.
Women graduates of The Pennsyl-
vania State College have announced
plans for the establishment of a loan
fund for girls studying at the col-
lege. The board of trustees has ap-
proved the project, and the fund will
be made ready for use as soon as pos-
sible. Regulations governing this
new feature of student help at Penn
State provide that the fund shall be
available only to girls in the Senior,
Junior and Sophomore classes. The
loans will be based on the direct need
of the student, her scholarship and
per general attitude toward the col-
ege.
His Alibi.
sir?”
“Face massage, asked the
barber.
“What for?” inquired the man in
the chair.
“Smooth the wrinkles out, sir.
Make you look ten years younger.”
“But I don’t want to look ten years
younger. I have a hard enough time
now getting people to believe that
I’m too old to enlist in the army.”—
growing |
on a single plant in the vegetable |
carried to completion by C. E. Myers, |
vegetable |
knees, a very long-handled umbrella
i carried like a shepherd’s crook and a
. wide-brimmed cloche hat with a beef-
eater crown. That costume was a
| mid-summer madness.
Careful housekeepers all wish to
keep quilts or eiderdown comfortables
clean at the top where they rub
| against the faces of the children. Take
ia strip of cloth sixteen inches wide,
| turn over the quilt, so that eight
{inches will be on each side, and you
(will find that it is an excellent nro-
tector, much better than to depend on
the movable sheet.
It may be linen or fine cotton, made
either with a hem one inch wide all
around, stitched on the machine or
hemstitcher, or the outer edge that is
intended for the outside of the quilt
may be scalloped cr hand-embroider-
ed. The appearance of the three strips
is of the sheet turned over, and there
is littie work attached to ripping them
off when they are soiled and require
me. They save many cleansing
ills.
A disturbing question often coming
, up in remodeling old garments is how
| to remove sewing machine marks, and
i this has been found successful: For
{wool goods use a damp cloth on the
wrong side of the goods ‘and press
| with a hot iron; then gently rub with
i the thumb nail. For velvet, it is neec-
| essary to steam the cloth the usual
| way, rubbing gently. For silk there is
{ no help.
If, when transferring an embroider-
ed design or initial through carbon
paper, you find it difficult to get the
design into its exact place, try stick-
ing pins in the article you wish to
stamp so that the heads of the pins
outline the exact spot. You can then
feel the pin head through the carbon
paper and so know where to place the
design. ,
Women voters in Denver outnum-
| ber the men.
Chicago has a suffragist who is 118
vear old.
Jeannette Rankin is running for
Congress in Montana.
Of the 12,000 conspicuous positions,
largely of an administrative charac-
ter, in the United States, over 2,500
‘are held by women.
The first Japanese women to re-
ceive the degree of bachelor of science
| were among the recent graduates of
| Northern University at Sendal, Ja-
an.
> Miss Mary Wohlford, a Standard
University girl, is taking a course in
electrical engineering and has just bid
on a big gas plant at Escondido, Cal.
Undulating bands as wide as four
inches are to be found on some of the
new blue serge suits.
The fichu of net, tulle lace, or even
silk is to be found outlining the drop-
ped 1830 shoulder.
Broad brimmed hats are sometimes
untrimmed and weighted only at one
side with two cherries or an ostrich
tip.
Rick-rack triniming stamps a frock
up to date, because it is an old-fash-
ioned touch.
Waxed Hercules braid is apt to ap-
pear almost anywhere on a new gar-
ment or even hat.
Eyelet embroidery on linen, batiste,
crepe- de chine, marquisette and voile
is an attractive as well as a recently
revived trimming.
The two voting precincts in Scut-
ter City, Cal, will have the distinec-
tion of having as election officers all
women. The female voter will act in
other precincts as an officer, but at no
other place will the board be without
men.
Dip a large piece of cheese cloth in
kerosene; do not wring very dry, but
hang it out of decors, for the odor to
evaporate. Then use the cloth as a
duster. It will take up dust without
scratching, polishing at the same
time.
——For high class Job Work come
New York World.
to the “Watchman” Office.