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Bellefonte, Pa., November 9, 1923.
SE —
THE MAIL BOY.
By Ann Cobb.
Lonesomest part of the road I foller,
Just at the edge of dark,
Little old frogs in a swampy holler
Allus begin to bark.
Sensible critters are gone to their sleep-
: ing—
Jay-birds and chickens and hogs—
Quare how it jest sets your innards a-
creeping—
Nothing but little old frogs!
Sets you to thinking of ghosts and dying,
Everything sorry and sad.
Gee! but I go past that holler a-flying!
Cain’t even shoot straight, by gad!
The Worm
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(©, 1928, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)
Lucinda said spitefully: “If Gor-
geous Jones is going, we others had as
well save our time, temper and wear
and tear by staying at home. Not a
man there will pay the least attention
to us unless she sulks and won't look
at anybody.”
“Must be aggravatin’,” Lem Lenox
bantered. “Running against sixty
thousand—and father. It must be like
bluffin’ when the other fellow holds
four aces—and a pair of bowie
knives.”
“You go to Halifax,” Lucinda flung
at him. Lem bowed grandly, saying:
“With all the pleasure in life—if only
I'm told what to go for.”
“Heap of things you might try to
fnd—almost anywhere,” Lucinda re-
turned acidly. “A civil tongue, for in-
stance, and common decency; and not
te make a fool of yourself—same as
all the rest.”
“Dear me, I'm learning things. Un-
til now I didn’t dream Halifax kept
school for all that” Lem returned,
shaking his head, but meekly: “Say,
Cindy,” he ran on, “let us plot against
the Endowed One. Seven sorts of a
fool in spite of her thousand-dollar
edjycashun she’s forever talkin’ about.
It should be easy—"
“It isn’t—Jjust because she is such
a fool,” Lucinda interrupted. “Trick-
ing her into makin’ a show of herself
would be the same as eggin’ on an
idiot—""
“Or even a widower-man?’ Lem
{
twinkled wickedly over the query. Lu- |
cinda flung an apple at his head—be- |
cause it was the thing handiest. He |
it with both hands, saying
loftily: “Ah, ha, young person, I'm
getting on your curves. The white-
haired one among Eve's daughters—
that’s what you must be—tempting
one thus with apples from the happy
paths of folly—”
“Quarrelin’ as usual—you two! I
wonder you haven't worn the tips off
your tongues at that game,” Sue Da-
vis Thompson hurled at them through
the opening door, following the speech
herself in a gale of laughter, and
thereby moving Lem to say: “You for-
get, Sue Davis, rubbor don’t disinte-
grate in the strongest acid.”
caught
“Go to—Guinea,” from Sue Davis. |
Lem bowed gravely, saying: “Delight-
ed, but I'm already under orders for
Halifax. Ladies, settle it betwixt you
which it shall be.”
“I say, you better go home—or to
- heaven,” Aunt Peg called from the
dining room, where she was setting
down cakes hot and spicy, fresh from
Lem sniffed and sighed,
saying: “My nose forbids—and al-
ways I follow it. Peggy, darling, cain’t
ye produce the cake of peace? Stop
our mouths with—what I'm smellin’—
and I'll murder the next one who
dares to speak a cross look.”
“Carried? Unan-i-mously!” Sue
Davis shrieked. Aunt Peg came to the
door, a glistening white cake held in
both hands higher than her head. She
shook it and sald, smiling and twin-
kling: “Balt for your betters! Think
I'll waste it on you rowdy drap-shots?
No, sir-ee, Bob! Billy Barlow can
eat every crumb of this; he’s so cake
hungry, with a wife three months
buried. I'm almin’ to cut out Gorgeous
Jones with him, Cindy is such a stick-
in-the-mud, she won't even try—and I
do want that man in the family—his
life insurance is so handsome and he's
liable to make collection of it easy
next time he gets real cussin’ mad.
Then think of the dignity—Mrs. Judge
Barlow! That alone ’ll be worth this
cake and another—”
“Peg, you mercenary wretch,” Lem
exploded. Sue Davis couldn't speak
for laughing—even Lucinda was gig-
gling nearly as hard as she. It was
rellef to hear lusty hallos at the
lawn gate, even though it meant
Lem’s ushering in Judge Barlow, red
and puffing. Ruddy, massive, quiver-
ing when he walked, he smiled at all
hands, saying as he sank upon the
settee: “Now ef I didn’t love every-
body in this house I'd have ye up for
keepin’ sech pizen mean dogs—
wouldn't let me come nigh the yard
gate, ner get back in my buggy.
Chased me inside the horse lot and
made me climb a wagon and stood
there yappin’ and snappin’ and dancin’
like everything—"
“I know, Cindy's trained ’em that
way,” Lem Interrupted gravely.
Aunt Peg hissed at him:
“Liar!”
Sue Davis cried:
“Yes, she does, Judge” Whereat
Lucinda, with the courage of despera-
tion, nodded, saying a little thickly:
“] see 1 must explain. I'm trainin’
them, you see, to give to poor, dear
Gorgeous. We all know how she is
bothered with all sorts and conditions
of men. Don’t believe I could count
her proposals since her old man died,
yet I'm pretty good at ’'rithmetic over
ordinary things. Aunt Peg is right
ashy over the way she takes all eyes,
and Sue Davis turns like a spitting
cat at thought of her. Now, I like her,
she’s so nalve—almost infantile—"
“Don’t try to pull any of that book
stuff,” Lem managed to gasp. The
others were too stunned for speech.
The worm had turned with a ven-
geance, Cindy was running on, “Neo
book stuff at all, Lemuel. Real frozen
truth, You see, she confides In me,
knowing I don’t aspire to rival her
anywhere, so I'm going to tell the
tdge. She said to me only yesterday
that he was the man she'd like to
marry because he had more money
than she did, so would be entirely dis-
interested.”
“Did she say that sure enough?”
Judge Barlow asked breathlessly.
“You go ask her if she didn't,”
Cindy counseled recklessly. “Quick!
I'll keep the dogs off while you get a
start, and offer both of you advance
@pngratulations.”
The judge beamed. *“I could kiss ye
for that, Cindy,” he said, as they went
together outside.
“But he won't,” said Cindy over her
shoulder in a stage whisper. Next
minute she was whistling up the dogs.
“A nice kettle 0’ fish you're fryin’,”
Aunt Peg flung at her when she came
back, head up, eyes dancing. “Fine—
if you happen to like suckers,” she
said airily. “I’ve made a fine match
—and rid the neighborhood of the in-
cubuses that were spoiling every-
thing—"
“The plural is incubi,” Lem broke
in loftily.
Cindy made a face at him, then
turned sternly upon Sue Davis with:
“Unless you marry Lem inside of six
months I'll tell the curate how daffy
you were about him—until you found
out his curls were a wig. Understand
—I'm desperate—tired of being put
upon, picked on by all of you. I've
kept Lem in hand for you, te save
him from fool entanglements—now
I'm through—he may do whatever he
pleases—whether it leads to hanging
or matrimony.”
“Tell me this,” Aunt Peg broke in:
“Did Gorgeous really say that about
Billy Barlow?” :
Cindy giggled. *“No—she = only
thought it—without knowing that she
did. You see, I'm a mind-reader—
when the words are only of one syl-
lable.” :
“I'm sure he never really thought
of her,” Aunt Peg speculated.
“But he will—never you fear,” Cindy
sald, rising. | 5 :
Lem stayed her retreat. *I meant
not to tell you till we were all at the
party,” he said. “But Lee Delbert is
coming to it, a whole thousand miles,
to find out if you haven't changed '
your mind. I've been writing him that
you would—if he gave you the right
chance. By way of helping him to it,
hear this: Gorgeous, poor soul, pro-
posed to him outright—after he'd
played round with her a bit, trying to
make you Jealous. He didn’t tell me—
she herself did. You told me once if
one found the values wrong the pic-
ture ought to be changed. Willing to
take your own medicine?”
“Yes,” said Cindy bravely, with a
lovely blush. “But don’t you dare tell
him so before I have the chance.”
FASHIONS RULED BY THE LAW
Even Handkerchiefs at One Time
Were Regulated by Statute—Migh
Hats Caused Sensation.
As far back as the reign of Edward
I there was a form of jumper in vogue
which was known as the cote-hardie.
In Henry IV's time the scalloping
of ladies’ skirts was not allowed, for
In 1463 a law was passed against “the
cutting of the edges of sleeves or the
borders of gowns into the form of let-
ters, leaves or other devices.”
Even handkerchiefs were once regu-
lated by law. There was an edict
dated June 2, 1785, and issued |
Louis XVI at the request of Marie An-
toinette, which ‘decreed that “the
length of handkerchiefs shall be equal
to their width.” . Since then they have
been square; and it seems likely that
they will remain so.
The top hat was first Introduced in
England by a ‘Strand haberdasher
named Hetherington. Such a large
crowd was attracted that he was sum-
moned on a charge of breach of the
peace and was required to give bonds
to the value of £500.
A law was passed In the reign of
Henry 1 which even went so far as
to prohibit the wearing of long hair.
Such articles as boots did not escape
the eagle eye of the lawmakers, as in
an edict dated 1465 people were for-
bidden' to wear boots the pykes or
points of which exceeded two inches
in length. Anyone breaking this law
would be cursed by the clergy and
fined 20 shillings.
Long trousers appear to have been
first worn about 1812, and were at first
the subject of much amusement. They
were made falrly straight, with a strap
fastening them down at the bottom—
a fashion that lasted some thirteen
years. i
Then came the pegtop style, roomy
at the thighs and tight-fitting round
the ankles, which were discarded in
1850 in favor of the bell bottoms.
These were much the same as sallors
wear today. A little later the pegtops
again ‘became the fashion, this time
without ‘the gtrap under the boot.
. Finally, about 1875, “bags” just
straight cpt funnels, became the craze.
These were the forerunners of the
present-day style, the most marked dis-
tinction being the “permanent turn-
ups.”—London Tit-Bits,
No Waste In Cork,
In the factories where bottle corks
are made, special machines are mude
which cut the cork into the size de-
{ sired. The cork refuse and odd pleces
left over from this cutting process
fy ground down with mixed rubber to
make floor cloth.
Demonstration of Approval.
“In that case,” sighed Mr, Meekton,
pald me in years was to put on
knickerbockers.”
nelirnang raveier Says Speculation
Is the Ruling Passion in the
Old World,
A discouraged returning traveler
draws a dolorous picture of the Eu-
rope he left behind him. Over there,
i he finds, the ruling passion is the gam-
bling mania. He sees it in the nefari-
i ous activities of profiteers, the specu-
: lations in “valuta,” the “Schieber” and
| the “Schleichhaendler,” who are
viewed as such a menace that the Ger-
| man government plans to put the
| worst offenders to death and mete out
| hard-labor sentences to the others. He
| sees it fn the crowds rushing to bet on
| the races and besieging the govern-
{ ment lotteries. In tae casinos of noted
i watering places the players for high
| stakes are deaf to the appeal of less
{ fortunate countrymen with begging-
bowls in the bread lines of the refu-
gees, according to the Philadelphia
i Public Ledger. The feverish atmos-
' phere of greed for gain without produe-
tion, of sybaritic pleasure-seeking and
selfish, careless lotus-eating, this ob-
server holds, is inimical to art and cul-
| ture. The soul shrivels and dies.
But that is not all the picture. What
. a tourist sees is largely episodic, acci-
{ dental, He is in danger always of mis-
| taking part of the whole, a phase for
the entire phenomenon. Beneath the
| superficial the current of the hidden
life of every land runs still and deep.
| The frivolous minority is overbalaneed
by the great majority not minded to
, take chances with demagogues who
“ fon is the sincerest fla os
lmitationis I-fattery wick’s custom, he was trying to diag-
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She Was Nurse
Walker
By JANE OSBORN :
+ (©, 1923, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)
are not thrown away, but are careful. |
[
“the only compliment Henrietta has |
- school we had lectures and a little
“And what can I do for you?’ asked
Dr. Henry Hardwick, lifting rather
tired gray eyes to regard the young
woman who had just been ushered
into his private office. She was a
stranger and, as was Doctor Hard-
nose her case before she had even
mentioned her symptoms. But she
looked amazingly well—far too well to
pay him a visit. Still she was agitated
—s0 agitated, in fact, that her hand
shook and she had to moisten her lips
before she could speak.
“Mr. Peters—Samuel Peters—is one
of your patients?” she began, and as
the doctor nodded an affirmative—
“He is my fiance. Our engagement has
not been announced, but I tell you in
order to make you understand. There
is opposition to our engagement. His
mother is a widow, you know, and
would object to his marrying any one.
So he doesn’t want it known. And
now he is ill, very ill—"
“Yes, Mr. Peters is very ill,” the doc- |
tor helped.
live.”
ing how Mrs. Peters, as he knew her,
could possibly object to so charming a
daughter-in-law. “I will be glad to
keep you informed of Mr. Peters’ con-
dition—"
“No, it isn’t that,” Abigail went on.
“You see, he might need me very much
and he would not be able to seud for
“But I believe he will
me. He might—might die without see- |
ing me. I must see him. I must be
with him, in spite of his mother’s ob-
Jections. I am sure there is no other
reason for his not wanting our engage-
ment announced besides his mother. I
thought that you could suggest a nurse
—an additional nurse if he already has
one—and I could be the nurse. I know
something of nursing. At boarding
practice at the children’s clinic.
Wouldn't you please let me, doctor?
You must see how Important it is.”
| promise much and deliver little. Frem |
| all over the earth “crime waves” are
| reported like seismic shocks, but some-
! how the stable equilibrium of society
' returns,
“Science stays,” said a man of sci-
ence; and the truth lives on through
political vicissitude, economic debicle,
the impairment of social morale and
all the evils that follow in the wake
of the irruptions of militarism. “Ged
would not let us get at the matchbox
so often as He does,” wrote Lowell to
a friend, “did He not know that the
frame of His universe is fireproof.” /
SCIENCE AIDS IN ARMY DRILL
Loud-Speaking Apparatus on Motor
Truck Enables All to Hear
Orders Easily.
If 250 lusty-lunged sergeants of the
regular army should get together and
shout ‘“Fall in,” in their best drill-
ground style, the effect would scarce-
ly equal that of the voice amplifier
recently purchased by the signal corps
| and installed in mobile form on a
| motortruck. The new equipment can
be used to handle large bodies of
: doctor would call at the Peters house !
troops, to make speeches ani music
audible to assemblies, or to supply en-
tertainment received by radio.
The apparatus is technically known
as a public address system. Sounds
are picked up by a high-grade trans-
mitter placed a few feet from the
speaker,
stand, if music is to be handled. The
or near the bandmaster’s .
electrical output of this transmitter is
increased about one-half million times,
using a four-stage vacuum tube am-
plifier.
group of six horns, mounted on a fold-
ing tripod. Under ordinarily quiet
conditions, a compact crowd of 750,000
people could hear a man speaking in
an ordinary voice, through the use of
this system.—Scientific American,
Monument to Fabre.
A committee headed by General de
Jastelnau, and including leading edu-
cators and officials of the French de-
partment of Aveyron, is arranging for
' the erection of a statue to Jean Henri
‘Fabre, who wrete books about insects
that were more Interesting than ro-
mances, The monument, now being ex-
ecuted by the sculptor Malet, will be
placed on the central square of Saint-
Leons, the village where Fabre spent
his childhood. The committee con-
sidered this peaceful spot the most ap-
propriate for a statue of the “noblest
and purest son of Aveyron.’
Deuce of a Question.
A master in a large school called
upon Smith, who stutters, to parse the
sentence:
“The propinquity of the porcupine
made pot-shotting at the hippopotamus
virtually impossible.”
Smith gave a wild glance arouna
the room and said: ‘P-p-p-professor,
now ain't t-t-t-that a deuce of a ques-
tion to ask me?”
New Ballot Needed.
When 40 women met recently to
form a musical club in. 'W——; and
were asked to write on slips of pdper
the name of their choice for presi-
dent, the organization of the club had
to be abandoned because the nomi-
nating committee found on the slips
the names of 89 of those present. The
fortieth slip bore the 'word' “Me.”"—
Musical Courier.
. to be an old family butler.
Then the current goes into a :
There was pleading In the girl's
voice that left but one answer.
“It could possibly be arranged,” he
sald, and then, doubting whether as-
sistance in the girl's plot would be
quite compatible with professional dig- :
nity, he added: “You see, I had really
decided that a nurse would be neces-
sary. Yet all the nurses on my list
are engaged. Your offer comes op-
portunely. I would have no right to
do anything but accept. I had better
not tell Mr. Peters. You gight go on
duty this evening at about six. He
will perhaps not recognize you—
rather high temperature still. You
cam, | suppose, do the ordinary
things?”
“Yes,” said Abigail. “Oh, T am so
grateful.”
It was further arranged that the
and tell them of his engaging the
nurse, whose name for the Peters fam-
fly should be Miss Walker. :
As the doctor imagined, Samuel Pe-
ters was not quite rational enough
that night to recognize in the little
nurse in unearned uniform the girl to
whom he had plighted his troth. Abi-
gail was full of concern for her pa-
tient, but somehow her anxiety over
her patient’s critical illness was in a
measure relieved by the feeling of sur-
prise that her first meeting with Mrs.
Peters caused. She was not at all as
her son had described her and there
were numerous discrepancies in the ar-
rangement of their home life and that
existence as Samuel Peters had de-
scribed it. He always talked glibly
about “Rogers,” whom Abigail took
He spoke
of “cook” and his mother’s personal
maid. Abigail was surprised to find
that old Maria in the kitchen was the
sole domestic In the Peters menage.
Abigail found herself wondering, al-
most forgetting her concern for Sam- |
uel Peters, as she sat beside his bed
during the long hours of that first
night of watchfulness.
He had deceived her about his fam-
ily's mode of living, but Abigail for-
gave him. Rather she blamed herself.
She had perhaps seémed arrogant and
snobbish, and he had thought that she
would not have cared for him if she
bad known that his family lived in
moderate circumstances, The fact that
she herself had always been used to
wealth ‘had been the cause of this de-
ception, :
- Toward seven o'clock the next morn-
ing Samuel Peters was sleeping, and
Nurse Walker left, with his kindly old
mother taking her place by his side.
“You are a very good nurse,” said
the mother, laying her gentle hand on
Abigail's arm. *“And you are very
young.” And then, looking at her son,
“I think he is better now. I ean map-
age through the day. You must not
come back until late afternoon.”
“I'll bé thoroughly rested in five or
gix hours,” sald Abigall. “But first
I'll take a bite of breakfast,” and she
left the room wondering how a mother
lke that could possibly oppose her
marriage if It meant her son’s hujpi-
ness.
Doctor Hardwick came as soon us
morning office hours were over and dis-
eovered his patient for the first. time
free from the confusion or delirium
that had accompanied his fever.
“There was a nurse here last night,”
said Samuel Peters weakly to the doc-
tor, “Yes, I thought so. She sat there
—it seemed a long time. No matter.”
He closed his eyes for a minute or so
and then went on. “There’s something
And to himself he was wonder- |
:
I’ve been trying to tell you ell. Ive
been sick some time—lying here, 1
wanted you to take a message. I can
tell you, doctor.”
| “The message can wait,” assured
Doctor Hardwick. “We'd better talk
about that later.” But the strength
of Samuel Peters. so stalwart and ro-
| bust in health, was returning rapidly.
| He insisted on giving the message.
| “There is a girl. I’ve gone about
| with ber a bit—nothing serious with
‘ her. On.y we've played around a bit,
| and she might be anxious. Take it
{ down, doctor—the name and address,
| 1 mean. Miss Abigail Allen of Allen
| town—Watson road. You'll find it in
the suburban telephone directory, |
knew her number, but I can't recall it
now. Just tell her I'm getting on, will
you? But don’t let my mother hear,
You understand.” :
1
i
|
|
| “Miss Abigail Allen of Allentown,”
| repeated the doctor. “If she cares a
| great deal for you, she might want to
come. You could see her now.”
Samuel Peters smiled, a smile that
made the doctor feel like throttling
him, sick man though he was. “Per-
haps she does care,” smirked Samuel.
, “She’s quite young. But it wouldn't
do. Assure her that it wouldn't do.
You see—I may as well tell you. doe-
tor, if anything happens—though now
nothing will happen—you should know
—I've a wife in France. War wmar-
riage, but we're going to get together
again. She’s been over here with nie
1 once and as soon as she settles her
affairs over there she'll be back. She's
, worth ten of any of these gray-eyed
: American girls. In the meantime—
gray eyes are diverting. I guess you
understand, doctor.”
“Possibly better than you imagine,”
worry about it now. You're a lot bet-
ter, but not well enough yet to talk so
much. I'll see to your message.”
When the doctor had returned home
for luncheon his housekeeper told him
his reception room.
wasn't office hours,” she said, “but she
said it was a personal matter.”
It was Abigail Allen. “I'm not at
all sure I want to go on with it,” she
sald, to begin with. “He doesn’t know
‘I'm here, and I could leave on some
pretext without his knowing. You'll
think I’m heartless, but I’ve been think-
ing things over. I've somehow had my
. eyes opened and I'm afraid I'm not
fond enough of Mr. Peters to think of
marrying him, and if I'm not going to
marry him of course there is no reason
why I should nurse him. I'd go on
though—only, of course, if T don't love
him it would be wicked to marry him,
wouldn't it?”
The doctor, who had been studying
Abigail's young face intently, replied
with “a heartfelt “Yes.” Then he
thought for a minute.
“It would be better for you not to
remain there. Anyway, Mr. Peters is
so much better that he wen't need you.
That can be your excuse, and you can
get away without letting him see you.
In the -meantime—] need you—that is,
I'm so short of nurses. There’s a
fracture case—little girl of ten, I
know you never had any intention of
nursing, but perhaps it would help you
to adjust yourself. I'll see you every
day—" Doctor Hardwick hadn't in-
tended giving voice to that last sen-
tence. Embarrassed at hearing him-
self, he looked up and smiled rather
foolishly, and Abigail, without exactly
knowing why, blushed quite as fool-
ishly. ;
“I'd ‘got permission home to go off
nursing for a week or so,” she sald.
“Of course I couldn’t tell them whom I
was nursing. If you think I could
manage I should be very glad—if you
really need me.”
Ten days later when Samuel Peters
| was well enough to be out again he
received a brief note from Abigail
Allen,
“I am sure you realized all the time,”
she wrote, “that our ‘engagement’ was
not serious, so I am not affaid of giv-
ing you the slightest disappointment
when I tell you that I am soon to be
come the wife of Dr. Henry Hardwick.
With best wishes,
“ABIGAIL ALLEN
“That’s romance for you,” mused
| Samuel Peters. “And It all came out
of a telephone message concerning my
health.”
He Couldnt Hear.
self, turned on the water.
Mrs. Brown, upon hearing the noise,
~ent upstairs, and when she appeared
bathtub overflowing with water. She
reprimanded Johnny for his action,
saying: “Didn't a little voice inside
of you tell you that you were doing
wrong?”
‘Yes, mother,” replied Johnny, “but
the water made so much noise I
couldn't hear it.”
No Escape.
“Many hotels now have no room
numbered 13. Some office buildings
omit the thirteenth floor.”
“Still, we can’t leave Friday off the
calendar.”—Loulsville Courier-Journal.
Over Their Heads.
“She’s a very intellectual person.”
“That so?”
“Yes. She writes papers on Brown.
ng and Keats that nobody else in our
literary club can understand.”
The Personal Touch,
Blackstone—Why did your French
maid leave? I thought she was so
clever at hooking your dresses?
Mrs. Blackstone—She was--extreme-
ly clever, Sue hooked three before
the left.
at the room in question found the ;
that a young woman was waiting in |
“lI told her it .
! Georg Topoff, in
i Zeitung.
said the doctor, and then, “but don't | g
A
SUPERSTITION IN RUSSIA
Peasants Employ Formulae of Dark
Ages in Their Treatment
of Sick Persons.
In the Volga government of soviet
Russia the peasants lay people sick
with the fever in the snow naked, so
that “the cold wind can blow away the
heat.” Prayers and pious formulae are
constantly resorted to.
An exorcism is written upon a card
and hung around the patient's neck
and he is not permitted to eat or drink
anything for three days, in order that
he may experience the full healing ef-
fect of this charm. If he does not re-
cover, then his family and relatives
beat him with clubs, brooms and any-
thing they can lay their hands on, in
order to “chase out the devil.”
In many cases the sick man is
hitched to a plow, and after he has
plowed a while he is put in a Russian
vapor bath and later massaged with
petroleum and tar—usually until he
dies. Little children are rolled in
dough and put in hot vapor baths, un-
der the impression that this precaution
makes it easier for them to stand the
heat. A popular preventive of cholera
is to bury alive in the yard dogs, hogs
or poultry.
Lynch law is constantly practiced,
especially in the famine aistricts. In
some cases a victim of village justice
is tied behind a wagon and dragged
through the streets for hours.
While the soviet government is ener-
getically combating such brutality and
superstitions, it simultaneously encour-
ages them by its hostility to religion
and studied contempt for the church.—
the Frankfurter
LESSON TAUGHT BY ARTISTS
They Have Made Every Phase and¢
Object of the Material World
Interesting.
Raphael has made infantile grace
obvious to unmaternal eyes; Turner
opened to many a preoccupied vision
the wonders of atmosphere; Constable
guided our perception of the casual
phenomena of wind; Landseer, that of
the natural language of the brute crea-
tion; Lely, of the coiffure; Michelan-
gelo, of physical grandeur; Rolyfe, of
. fish; Gerard Dow, of cattle; Cuyp, of
While his mother was entertaining :
#igitors, Johnny Brown found his way i
into the bathroom'and, to amuse him-
|
meadows; Cooper, of cattle; Stanfield,
of the sea; and so on through every
department of pictorial art. Insensibly
these quiet but persuasive teachers
have made every phase and object of
the material world interesting, en-
vironed them with more or less of
romance, by such revelations of their
latent beauty and meaning; so that,
thus instructed, the sunset and the pas-
toral landscape, the moss-grown arch
and the craggy seaside, the twilight
grove and the swaying cornfield, an old
mill, a peasant, light and shade, form
and feature, perspective and anatomy,
a smile, a gesture, a cloud, a waterfall,
weatherstains, leaves, deer—every ob-
ject in nature, and every impress of
the elements, speaks more effectively
to the imagination..—Henry T. Tucker
man.
Yankee Tourists In Switzerland.
About 10 per cent of the visitors
to the various resorts in Switzerland
during the summer of 1922 were from
the United States, according to Swiss
estimates forwarded to the department
of commerce by A. R. McGruder, sec-
retary to the legation at Berne. The
estimate places the number of Swiss
visitors at about half of the total:
England's contribution at 10 per cent;
France, 7 per cent. Holland, 5.8 per
cent and Germany, 4 per cent. More
than 50 per cent of those who visit
the first-class hotels are American, Mr,
McGruder states, the next in order be-
ing the British, with less than 20 per
cent.
“Kill Your Cig.”
Sweden is campaigning against care-
less cigarette habits, the cause of so
many fires. A lighted cigarette, thrown
down by a youth In a sawmill, started
a fire which was not extinguished un-
til nearly $2,000,000 worth of property
had been destroyed. Other large fires
have been started in the same way.
The Fire Prevention society suggested
to the Swedish Tobacco monopoly,
which controls the outpdt of cigarettes
in Sweden, to print the warning, “Kill
your cigarette when you have done
with it,” on every package, and the
executives of the company immediately
agreed to adopt the suggestion.
An Accomplished Wife,
“His wife is an excellent cook.”
“Lucky man.”
“She makes the children’s clothes,
her own dresses and hats; designs and
makes her lamp shades snd window
drapes; keeps a garden, does her own
canning.”
“What a lot of accomplishments;
and to think my wife is just good
looking.”
That's Easy.
First Lady—So glad I've met you
here. I hope you'll forgive the short
notice and lunch with me tomorrow.
Secand Lady (equal to the occasion)
{ —Thanks; I'm lunching with Lady Es-
| sex,
I'irst Lady—Really! Well. if you
can go early she might bring vou on
when she comes to me.—Punch,
Call of Duty.
“Don't you think sitting up till three
m the morning at a poker table in-
terferes with your regular duties?”
“Friend,” responded - Cactus Joe,
“when you've lost 17 stacks in the
early evening there ain't any duty that
seems more urgent than sittin’ close
up an’ trying t6 rescue your perishin’
fortunes.”