L Bellefonte, Pa., November 6, 1925. eee mn IN AUTUMN. Come out with me on the hillside, _ The world is in gay attire, The maples along the lowlands Glow with October fire. The elm tree and the ash tree Have changed their green for gold, And the sumac shines in scarlet, And—the year is growing old. See! When the breeze comes blowing It's way down the steep hill's crest, The leaves like birds are flying North, south and east and west, Through the haze that is over the land- scape, A breath comes chillingly cold, Like a sigh in the midst of singing, For the year is growing old. 0, the beauty that’s all about us— How soon it must fade and die! I wonder if bare boughs dream of Green leaves and the summer sky? I wonder if old folks’ dreaming Is the same when the days are cold, Or is it heaven’s spring they think of ‘When life, like the years, grows old ? What matters the autumn’s coming, And the fall of the ripened leaf. There's an endless springtime nearing And winter's reign is brief. 0, sorrowful thoughts—forget them! Look forth with a joy untold To the time all hearts have faith in, Where nothing we love grows old.—Ex. a THREE OLD-TIMERS. A Story of Loyalty. (Concluded from last week.) Too soon the door pull was violently jerked, and its bell clattered hysteri- cally in the kitchen and rang through the still house. Mrs. Gill hurried along the front passage and stood in fhe door, her bent and trembling little figure sweetly framed in the burgeoning honey-suckle. “Hello, Mrs. Gill!” Candless greet- ed her, in his blooming voice. “We're on the dot, you see. This is the tenth of May.” “Yes, Mr. Candless. Come in. Come in. Nort isn’t here.” She brushed her fingers across her eyes, helplessly. ‘“He—he died in Septem- ber—when was it?” an Candless interrupted her, giving his smaller fellow a quick glance. “Don’t bother your head about that, old lady!’ he said. “This is Mr. Gif- ford, the lawyer. A shrewd man, Mr. Gifford is, Mrs. Gill. ‘I wouldn’t cross him, if I were you!” He winked broad- ly at the attorney. “Come in, Mr. Gifford. You are welcome, sir!” Her voice quavered, and she took herself to task. She closed the front door and led the way toward the back parlor, where ‘he fire glowed. : ‘Hat rack behind the door, Gifford,” said Candless. “Make yourself at home. It’s cold in this barn of yours, Mrs. Gill!” “Cold? Oh, yes. Nort— But Nort isn’t here. I din’t notice it was cold.” She found her knees shaking, and her strength gone. She sank into her chair at the window. Candless came in noisily, kicked up the fire on the hearth, threw on a new log. He stood with his back to the flames, his hands behind him. “Drag up a chair, Gifford,” he di- rected. “That’s more like. Now, Mrs. Gill!” The little old lady’s eyes leaped to his face. He was a big man of forty, with a heavy, round head on enormous shoulders, and a smooth face lined only by two or three wrinkles on his forehead. His mouth was large and straight, with a slight downward droop at the corners; it had the look of a steel trap. “In the first place,’ he continued; ‘I've made all the arrangements I spoke to you about for finding you a comfortable place down below. A Woman will come for you this morn- ing, and as soon as we're through here you’ll be taken away.” “Taken away?” Mrs. Gill's eyes left his face to travel haltingly about the room. “Taken away. Yes, Mr. Candless.” “In the second place, there are one or two papers for you to sign, so that I can manage your affairs for you without any trouble. You have the documents there, Gifford?” The lawyer rose, as though shot up by a spring, and opened a brief case. “All ready, Mr. Candless,” he said, spreading the papers out. “Power of atorney, assignment of homestead, as- signment under foreclosure, mortgag- es, memorandum of agreement—" _ Mrs. Gill’s atention wandered. She could understand nothing now. She only knew that something troubled her excessively. She stared about her. Outside the window the first rosebuds were just beginning to form—small, green. Beyond was the road, with patches of snow here and there under the firs. A wagon drawn by three burros passed the window and stopped. An energetic, brisk little old man jumped down, tied the burrows, hurried into the yard. The wagon had a torn and weather-beaten canvas top; two buck- ets hung from the rear axle. Mrs. Gill’s heart leaped. Norton would have known—Norton—Doc—Doc Win- ship—Who was Doc Winship? Oh! Nancy Gill gasped. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” she said suddenly to Candless, who was standing by the fire, poking it. He swung around. Mrs. Gill was leaving the room. “Where in thunder—” In a moment she was back, and fol- lowing her came a shrewd-eyed little man of many years, who nodded to | them easily, and crossed to warm his hands at the fire, unimpressed by the frowns of Candless. Mrs. Gill stood off, looking at the new-comer with a pleased smile. She uttered little birdlike noises of delight. Candless boomed, “What is it you want, my friend?” on the visitor angrily. “Going by,” the latter replied. “Old friend of Nort Gill’s; thought I’d drop in on Mis’ Gill. = Don’t let me bother anybody: My name’s Winship.” “Well, Mr. Winship,” Candless said sourly, “this is a bad time for calling. He looked down | Mrs. Gill, as you see, is engaged—" | “That’s all right,” the doc interrupt- ed, agreeably; “go right ahead.” Candless was nonplused for a mo- ment. His lawyer shuffled his papers, chose one. “Mrs. Gill,” he said, “here is that paper you wanted to sign.” : He fixed his eyes on the old lady; she wavered, looked at Winship, as though appealing to him, took a step forward. Gifford handed her a pen and opened the square bottle of ink that he placed on the table. “Doc Winship,” Mrs. Gill faltered, “I'm all confused. Mr. Candless wants me to sign this—" “You asked that it be prepared for your signature, Mrs. Gill,” the at- torney interjected, holding her with his eyes. “I’m not much of a hand at business,” Doc Winship said. “But if you'd like me to look—" “See here, neighbor!” Candless broke in violently; “when you're wanted to act as business adviser I'll resign and you can take my place. At present your room will be more ac- ceptable than your company! Mrs. Gill I told you time was precious—if I didn’t, I meant to. Let’s get this thing finished up.” ‘Mrs. Gill did not hesitate longer. She looked pitifully at Doc Winship, ad- justed the pen in her trembling fing- ers, sat down in a chair at the table. Doc Winship, humming a tune dis- sonantly, strolled toward the window. In passing he brushed her arm. Her hand was shaken and the pen made a scrawling line across the face of the typewritten document. Doc Winship, with a snort that was intended for an apology, put his hand out quickly, as though to recover the pen for her, and his fingers struck its black contents rushed out on the document, smudging it, defacing it, and flying over the other papers be- side it. “Look out!” with an oath. “You blundering shrimp!” Lawyer Gifford cried. He picked up the sheets —shook them—fairly danced in his rage. Candless caught Doc Winship by the shoulder and sent him spinning against the wall, “That’s enough of you!” he ex- claimed, purpling yith anger. “Get out of here!” Mrs. Gill was shrinking in her chair, $i ghtened and distraught. The ink had smudged her fingers and she be- gan wiping them on her little hander- chief, gazing at them wonderingly. Her mouth worked, like that of a child about to cry. Doc Winship recovered his balance. “My fault,” he said. “Always was awk’ard round a house!” e sat down at the window, taking out his pipe comfortably. “Guess I better set still, ’fore I do any more damage!” Candless seemed to consider throw- ing him from the room. He was plain- ly puzzled. His lawyer, quicker to re- gain his poise, shook his head. Cand- less, muttering, walked across and stood between the pair at the table and this unaccountable visitor. His face was set in a scowl. “Gefralong, Gifford,” he snaped. “You've a fountain pen, I suppose.” Gifford had. He caught Mrs. Gill’s wandering attention again, chose a second paper for her to sign, and pre- sented it. Doc Winship spoke up: “If it ain’t on-mannerly, I'd like to ask, Mis’ Gill, if you understand—-" Candless leaped at him—pushed a big hand over his mouth, roughly. “If you don’t shut up,” he muttered in a low voice, “I'll kick you out of here! I've had enough of you!” He raised his voice. “That’s what Mus. Gill is signing,” he said cheerfully. “We've talked it all over, haven't we, Mrs. Gill?” Nancy Gill nodded feebly. She had not turned toward the window, where Doc Winship sat, and Candless stood. She signed. Her pen made a slight scratching sound in the stillness, as it traveled over the heavy paper. Yang now this one,” Lawyer Gifford said. Doc Winship uttered an exclama- tion. “Well, as I live and breathe!” he said. “Mis’ Gill, do you know who's comin’ up, this minute, in a livery rig, from the Hot Springs Road? Jedge Ezra Marker, from over to Gold Bar! Well, well, well! You recollect Jedge Marker?” The old lady’s eyes fllled with tears. “Judge Marker? Gold Bar? Yes. Nort was there—and a driver, with six horses, craking his whip—" For a moment she was transfixed, thinking of the past. She brushed her fingers over her eyes again, as though Candless bellowed, dleating from them the mist. She smiled. “Why,” she exclaimed, “Judge Marker can advise me!” ; Old Doc Winship had gone to the door. Candless, muttering, angry, perturbed, had snatched up the two signed papers. His eyes lightened. “Power of attorney and memoran- dum of agreement ?” he asked Gifford. “The rest don’t matter,” the lawyer said. “Wing will acknowledge the signa- ture in Lassen. He knows her hand.” “Then it’s all over—that part of it,” the attorney observed, with satis- faction. ing ceremoniously. He looked bigger than ever, very erect; but he was fa- tigued, and showed it. His clothes and bearing were perfect, however—black speckless shoes, his air of dignity and composure. “Nancy Gill!” he said; “I'm flat- tered to death! You're looking un- commonly well—uncommonly!” He crossed, and bent over her hand. She trembled with delight, and tears filled her eyes. “I'm so glad you've come, Judge! Why din’t I send for you—" 1 uly Nancy! I'm here)” He ‘turned, facing the two city men. “Mr. Candless, no doubt! And you, sir, I take to be a counselor at law,” “T. am,” .Gifford said. The initia- tive was now with the judge—he had that kind of presence. : “l am Ezra Marker, practicing in Calaveras County,” he said. “Rep- resenting Mrs, Gill”—he bowed to her formally—*“at her request.” the bottle of ink. It was tipped over—' Judge Marker was in the door, bow- : stock, black frock coat, light trousers, | age eye of Perry Candless she found the mists disappearing from her brain. She tried to keep her gaze steadily on the lined, weather-beaten face of Doc Winship or on the ruddy, strong countenance of the old judge. She knew now that she had almost done some vital thing having to do with the place. Almost? Or quite? Judge Marker was speaking: “In Mrs. Gill’s behalf I took the liberty of filing, late last evening, in the county seat of Plumas County, a lispendens in connection with all the matters relating to transfers of the property and estate of the late Norton Gill and of Nancy Gill, his wife.” Candless bellowed. “What in the thunder do you mean by that, you old scoundrel 2” “Mr. Gifford is your attorney. I will have no communication with you, sir.’ Candless, appearing to meditate an angry retort and then to think better of it, turned on Gifford. “What's this fandango he was filed 2” The little attorney’s brows went up. “An obstruction, Candless; nothing more. A legal notice to all whom it may concern that litigation is to be begun, or has been begun, in a given matter concerning property rights and transfers. It would—ahem!—be a tempory cloud on a titie.” “You mean that it ties up the deal with Satterwhite’s outfit?” “Yes. But a few minutes in court would dispose of it, as you have Mrs. Gill’s power of attorney—signed.” He glanced at Judge Marker. The latter was plainly taken aback. “Signed ?”’ he asked. “Signed!” Gifford said, with a leer. The judge sat down, checkmated. Resources of the law, as he had known it, flashed into his mind; at best, though, they were all slow and costly processes. Candless, visibly straightening, tri- umphant, received with a nod a whis- pered suggestion from his counsel. “Now, Mrs. Gill,” he said, sharply, going over to fix her with his cold stare, “it’s time we were moving. We won’t wait for your friend to come up —the woman. We'll meet her on the way. If youll get your things, please.” Doc Winship started. “Mrs. Gill isn’t going anywhere,” he protested. He was a pygmy beside the big man. Candless clenched a fist. “I've heard the last I'm going to from you!” he roared, with an oath. “You and your shyster friend are through!” Unable to keep his tem- per longer, he struck the old wagoner in the face with a heavy hand. Doc Winship went backward—staggering. Judge Marker, gripping his ebony cane, started to rise. Gifford shoved him into his chair. “Come, Mrs. Gill!” Candless barked. He snatched up a couch cover and threw it around her shoulders. He took her elbow firmly. He walked her toward the door. “Where ?” she quavered. from the place? But where?” “To an asylum!” he said angrily. “Away from others!” He glanced at Doc Winship and Judge Marker. The two old men gasped. A long, trembling, piercing cry rose from Mrs. Gill’s lips. She faltered and would have fallen, “The asylum? For the insane? In- sane? Am I insane? Mr. Candless, am 17?” “Aren’t you?” he demanded, brusquely. “You'll find the court be- lieves so. This afternoon—" Candless threw open the door—and Piney Johnson stepped into it. He stood leaning against the jamb, throw- ing the lapels of his mackinaw back with his thumbs—slipping his hands down until they caught in his belt. A revolver butt protruded there. John- son did not touch it. He did not glance at it. But Candless did. “Lawin’s too slow, eh, Jedge?” Pi- ney drawled. “Doc figgered it might Judge Marker stood up, his face transfigured. “Piney Johnson!” he cried. Candless Stepped back—released his hold on Mrs. Gill’s arm. ; “You’re—that Johnson?” he asked. “Thank you, Judge,” Nancy Gill - said. When she could avoid the sav- ' “Where you belong. Where you can’t do yourself any harm—or come to any | “I ain’t changed much,” Johnson ob- served for answer. “Trouble you to back up a little, Candless.” He turn- ed to the judge again. “I'm late,” he said. “Got bogged down, couple o’ times. But I made it. Go ahead, Jedge. What comes next on the pro- | ram?” | Old Doc Winship answered. He rose, gratuitously shouldering the big, flabby-faced, beaten Candless aside. He crossed to the table, picked up from the open brief case of Law- yer Gifford the two papers Mrs. Gill | had signed. i Candless lunged, with outstretched hands and a cry. Doc Winship very coolly pushed an open palm into the city man’s face, walked to the fire- place, ripped the documents in two, and dropped them into the fire. 2 | “The law’s all right, Jedge,” he said | sententiously. “We can all see that. But there’s times when a man recol- lects back to the days when the Vigi- .lantes straightened Californy out without any.” | He paused, looking at Judge Mark- er. “Don’t see any reason for keep- ing Piney’s friend Candless here any longer, do you Jedge?”—By Wilbur Hall, in American Magazine. Americans to Plant Rubber. | America’s first bid to break up the British rubber monopoly is under way. Harvey S. Firestone announced the | organization of the Firestone Planta- tions Company to develop rubber in various parts of the world. : The plantations company has ne- gotiated for a ninety-nine-year lease , of 1,000,000 acres of land in the Re- ublic of Liberia, Africa, and will uild a harbor at Monrovia, . the Li- ' berian capital. a Firestone predicted that within five years the price of rubber would drop materially and that with capital of more than $100,000,000 behind the «new project, America would be inde- pendent of foreign rubber resources. —Exchange. Cross Woid Puzsles Boon to Golf Widou It already has been suggested that ! cross-word puzzles are the almost providential and overdue instruments of vengeance ready to the hands of, wives who have long suffered from | golfing husbands. The fact that a wife is daily getting bogey for the 80+ lution of puzzies In the newspaper points the moral further. The golf widow can now be tied with the cross word puzzle widower. Evening conversations in the home should begin io have two sides and should run somewhat as follows: “Sorry to be late for dinner, dear Had to get in 18 holes.” “You're not late. Dinner’s not ready yet. Had to fill in the last 18 squares in my puzzle.” “Well, that's all right. I had a great game. Made bogey on two holes. Say, do you realize what bogey is on the fourth?” “Eleven, isn’t it?” “What! Eleven strokes?” “No, silly. Eleven minutes for the fourth puzzle.” “I'm talking about golf.” “But let me tell you about the third puzzle I worked on today. It has the sweetest interlock!” “Shush! On the fourteenth I had Jeff one down and—" “Two across. Now it’s time you're listening to me after all these years of golf monologue. Lend an ear. On the sixteenth square across I was, as you might say, in a trap to think of a word of five letters meaning a Tyro- lean outcry. What do you know? It was ‘yodel.’ After that I foozled a personal pronoun and got lost in the rough of the lower left-hand corner. Well, I got out of trouble, but it cost we three minutes.” “What a lot of drivei! You ought to have seen me today after I'd sliced—" “—sharpened the—" “—with the deuce of a pretty nib lick I—" “—guessed the word was ‘orthoge ual’—" & “—after which I sunk a long—" “—key word. One minute to play” —“Blah!” “Blah yourself!” (A tribute of half an hour's silence.) “Well, my dear, what's the latest dirt on ‘the neighbors?” “It's quite interesting, dear. I'll be glad to tell you. But first tell me what the boss said down at the office today.”—Fairfax Downey, in New York Herald-Tribune. it and addressed Giant Salt-Cellar The Palestine government proposes to erect a plant for the recovery of 30 odd billion tons of salt from the Dead sea—a giant salt-cellar of apparently unlimited capacity—and very soon huge chemical factories and ware- houses will be established round the lake, and the peace and quiet of cen- turies will give place to the ceaseless whir of wheels. It is remarkable that one of the most desolate spots in the world should suddenly acquire such tremen- dous economic importance. Of all the billion tons of salt in the Dead sea, only about ten tons is common salt. The remainder consists of salts of potassium and magnesium, an abun- dance of which will make Palestine the richest potash country in the world. In appearance this strange sea chal- lenges the Mediterranean with its clar- ity and blueness, but so deathly still are its waters that they have earned It its grewsome name. Finding New Power Although their progress is slow and unspectacular, scientists are making dogged attempts to discover a way to make artificial fuels which will replace the diminishing supplies of coal and oil. The process they seek to perform in their laboratories, according to Popular Mechanics Magazine, is the marvelous one that nature uses every day in storing up energy in leaves and plants by converting waste mate- rial into wood, etc., under the action of sunlight. Solution of the riddle is being sought in California by Dr. Her- man A. Spoehr and a staff of research workers. A year’s consumption of coal at the present time represents the accumulation of 100 years, he says. Vienna Exports Coins The output of the Vienna mint in 1924 was the greatest since its founda- tion, according to a report of the budget committee of the national as- | sembly. Only a comparatively few of | the coins struck, however, were for Austrian account, the bulk going to Poland, Bulgaria, North and East Af-' rica and even Afghanistan, in the shape of the old Maria Theresa dollar. Altogether, the Vienna mint turned out 841,000,000 coins, calling for 7,000 pounds of silver every day of the year. Advancement in Tibet The butter-burning lamps of Lhasa forbidden city of Tibet, soon will be no more. Their place will be taken, even in the most sacred shrines, by. electric lamps, and electricity to light these lamps will be generated by a hydro-electric plant that is now mak- | ing its way on the backs of pack mules along trails reaching from the Indian border. | Offsets the Weather first Boarder (in the mountaing)— (Going *~ stay till November, eh? Must he rather cold here at that time of the year. Second Ditto—Yes, but the hotel proprietor loses some of the icy man- ner which distinguishes him in July | v2anst. Boston Transcript. 1 an \ ts planning a subway to help with its Bandits’ Buried “Loot” Awaits Lucky Finde: About one hundred thousand dollars in gold dust and currency lies buried | in a certain Colorado gulch and has been there since 1864. The currency was wrapped in oiled silk and the dust was placed in tin cans. This treasurq : was Interred by Jim and John Rey- nolds, leaders of a gang of outlaws which terrorized three states during the closing years of the Civil war. By adding murder to highway and stage | robbing, they so incensed the citizens of Park county that a posse went forth to exterminate them. It was while in hiding from this posse in Geneva | gulch at the junction of Deer and Elk creeks, which flow Into the Platte river, that the Reynolds brothers, without informing the other bandits. ! hid their loot. : The exact spot selected for the cache was an abandoned mine tunnel. A nearby tree was suitably marked, and the brothers fled with their gang. One was killed by the posse, Jim Rey- : nolds and four others were killed in | a bunch some weeks later. Finally ; there was but one left alive, John | Reynolds. He was shot while attempt- | ing, with Albert Brown, to raid a | ranch. Brown carried him to a place of refuge and Reynolds, realizing that he was about to die, told Brown about the buried wealth and how to find it. | In addition, he drew a rough map of | the locality which has descended ! through photographed copies to the | present day. Having done this, Rey- | nolds being full of bullets, gave up the ghost. Yet, though men have been search- ing for this treasure for over half a century, it has not been found. Forest fires have swept the gulch and the old tunnel undoubtedly has caved in, burying within its embrace the loot hidden by Jim and John Reynolds in the brief pause of a flight from a posse.—Josiah M. Ward, in Adventure Magazine. Chief Proved Worthiness How did the story of Hercules and the three-headed monster, Cerberus, at, the entrance of Hades stagger the youthful imagination! What strength, what daring right at the mouth of the eerie underworld! Yet from British East Africa comes a news dispatch with the story of a native chief who braved a blazing and spitting leopard barehanded. Hercules’ story after all is but mythology, but Murigo was’ Trimu’s in reality. Leopards had been raiding the kraals. Several of the chief’s subjects had been killed. One morning the alarm was given and Trimu, seven feet tall and a giant in strength, ran from his hut and, seeing the leopard mauling two natives, tackled him with his bare hands and tore him to pieces. The natives of British East Africa apparently exer- cise due common sense when they elect their chiefs.—Pierre. Van Paasen ir Atlanta Constitution, Hunting in Siberia Hunting is still of considerable eeo- nomic importance over large parts of Siberia, particularly in the tundra and the forest regions. In some localities it is the chief means of livelihood, while in others it supplements fishing and farming. Sparse population fa- vors the survival of fur-bearing ani- mals, but the supply is decreasing as the country becomes more thickly set- tled. In consequence of the increase In the number of hunters and the more intensive methods of hunting fur-bear- Ing animals are killed faster than they multiply. This destruction has led the Rus sian government to restrict the hunt- ing of wild animals and birds. Animal sanctuaries have been established. It is difficult, however, to enforce hunt- ing laws over such a vast territory inhabited by so primitive a people. Japanese Women Lawyers? Japanese women will be allowed to practice law in the courts of the em- pire if a measure advocated by the woman suffrage party receives the ap- proval of the next diet session. Dis- cussing the proposed bill, which would put women barristers on the same plane as the male members of the bar, one of the leaders of the woman suf- frage party sald: “Women have proved to be good doctors and they are certainly better fitted to deal with crimes and home problems than men because they understand them better. The argument that women are too sen- timental is ridiculous.” Noted “Spoon Eater” Dies John A, Malmgrene of Parsons, Xan, who several years ago became famous as the “Spoon eater,” died re- cently at the Kansas state hospital for epileptics. During the period of his notoriety he was operated on and 27 spoons, a safety pin and other pieces of metal were taken from his stomach. According to reports he died as a result of eating his blanket which he first cut up into small strips. Discard the Pack Mule Barcelona and other prominem cities In southern Spain no longer have the pack mule as the principal method of freight transportation about the streets, and that feature and others that were quite Oriental in type have given way to modern conveniences, a delightful surprise to travelers, and the city of Barcelons trafiie, Lead in Apples #ashington state produces more :han a fifth .of all the apples grow: in the United States, and New York state nearly one-seventh, ! a a FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN. DAILY THOUGHT. Foresight is very wise, but foresorrow is very foolish; and castles are at any rate better than dungeons in the air. ~—S8ir John Lubbock. 1. Serve everything one drinks to the right. Place individual plates upon the table from the right or left, as seems most convenient, always remembering never to reach across in front of any ne. 3. Pass all dishes from which those at table help themselves to the left. 4. Walk as quietiy as possible and sgl dishes upon table as gently as pos- ible. 5. The waitress should never speak to any one at table or show, in any way, that she hears the conversation. 6. Receptacles for liquids must never be filled so full that there is danger of spilling when being carried. .. Dishes must never be stacked 2 table. SE Se sunlor . y So many dishes carried without “stacking a pe taken from the table at one time. . Care must be taken that one does not get the hands around the Mouth of Hlisherss the fingers should ouc e i Be diner ood being conveyed . All unused silver must be re- moved from table before Hort 11. The table is crumb - fore he, dessert course. 4 only be offee is served in small after the dessert course, and pin. ly with sugar, without cream. It may | served. be served at table or afterward, in the living-room during the cups and Sean, : ie ere is a difference of opinio to who should be served first, ond contending that a guest of honor be served each time before any one ‘else 1s served, and others that all ladies be served first. Many claim that the hostess should be helped or help her- self first (from dishes passed) and that the waitress should thereafter go straight around the table in rotation. This last seems the simplest method and the most efficient. or elsewhere. If served meal it is poured into large passed with sugar and Against the successful launchings: of increasingly elaborate formal and informal styles in the recent French openings, the newer mannish mode of the tailored suit is firmly holding its. own, according to a special bulletin by the fashion service department of the Botany Worsted Mills. Concessions to the vogue for flares and pleats are indicated, but in the main the basic traditions of the tailored suit have been upheld. The bulletin also calls attention to the advance in prestige of the sports tailleur, especially in a short straight jacket which is advo-. cated in men’s wear fabrics by Dre- coll and houses of like reputation. . “O’Rossen presents a short peplum jacket in common with other houses, but also retains the severe redingote: style which drops almost to the hem edge,” the bulletin continues. “Sim- plicity rather than severity marks the tailleur which introduces self-fabric manipulations and elaborate seam- ings, an unfamiliar styling in mix- tur:s, cheviots and diagonals. “Godet sides, with the flat front and back, characterize alike the jackets of finger-tip, hip-length and knee-length, which revert to lines long dominant in what is known as the traditional suit. Recently advocated back flares in jackets of all lengths have also receiv- ed distinguished endorsement. “Developed along unfamiliar lines. are the new short jacket ensembles. Philippe and Gaston, emphasizing this: silhouette, have introduced an inter- esting flared peplum style with fitted side seams. The skirt designed to ac- company this jacket maintains close lines. Luxurious fabrics, fur edgings and borders, embroideries and seam- ings bring to these ensembles a dis- tinctively youthful elaboration which has made an exceptionally good im- pression and which places them prom- inently in Palm Beach forecasts. Jen- ny has created a short jacket innova- tion in black velvet which reveals a lining, collar and cuffs of clipped white rabbit. : “The range of fabrics employed for these suit developments is wide and includes the napped suitings, cash- meres, broadcloths, cheviots, coverts, men’s wear fabrics, diagonals, basket weaves, velvets and velveteens. Hip blouses designed to accompany these creations, also casquins and tunics, of- fer a fabric choice of linen, the dull and lustrous crepes, velvets and metal clo Pineapple Marmalade.—Use ripe sweet pines; slice and pare, then cut into small pieces. Allow three-fourth pounds of sugar to each pound fruit, mix in granite or porcelain bowl and let stand over night, preferably en ice. In the morning take from ice and cook gently for an hour. At the end of th's time press through a fruit crusher or coarse sieve with a potato masher. Replace on stove and cook half an hour longer. Place in little pots. Salmon Croquettes.—Free a pound and a half of salmon, fresh or canned, from skin and bone and chop fine. Sea- son with the juice of half a lemon, a teaspoonful chopped parsley, a tea- spoonful salt and a dash of paprika. Mix well, put two cups of milk on to boil. Put into a saucepan two table- spoonfuls butter and three of flour. When melted and bubbly, add the hot milk and stir until smooth and thick. Add the salmon, stir until hot, then turn out on a dish to cool. When quite cold and firm, form into croquettes, roll in fine crumbs, then in egg and again in crumbs. Fry in deep, boiling fat and serve very hot with a garnish of lemon and parsley. Nursery Tea Table.—A pitcher for milk, with mugs and a tray, all of porcelain, are for the nursery tea ta- bie. They are painted to illustrate the: rhyme of the cat and the fiddle, the ac- robatic cow and the dish that ran away with the spoon! The porcelain ware is more substantial than glass and stands the knocks that will come, no matter how careful little hands may. be. Keep salt and sugar jars covered and in a .dry place.
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