Bewoorati ladon Bellefonte, Pa., June 15, 1928. SO ON HAPPINESS. Chauncey Depew, who died recent- ly at the age of ninety-three, once declared he would rather have it said of him that he made others happy than that he was a great man. Dr. Cadman on being asked his idea of the sort of man who really finds happi- ness replied as follows. i “My idea of the fortunate individ- ual in question is best expressed in Sir Henry Wotton's noble ode.” “The Character of a Happy Life.’ Judge it for yourselves: How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another’s will; ‘Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill; ‘Whose passions not his masters are; ‘Whose soul is still prepared for death, Not tied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise. Or vice; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise, Nor rule of state, but rule of good; ‘Who hath his life from rumors freed; ‘Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed Nor ruin oppressors great; Who God doth late and early prate More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a well chosen book or friend— This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to raise or fear to fall; Lord of himself, thought not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all. THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE ODD. Sally Kirk had devoted the first eighteen years of her life to the busi- ness of being just like other girls. Having achieved this aim, she had looked herself over quite carefully, made a wry face, and determined that from that forward she would be as different from other girls as was hu- manly possible. Now, at 28, she was forever being pointed out to sightseers from afar, along with the Woolworth building, Grant’s tomb and the Palisades. “There’s Sally Kirk—oh, you sim- ply must meet Sally! Most original person! Says and does the maddest things? The things that Sally said and did were not really mad; they merely ran along lines somewhat obliqie to the orthodox. They were unexpected, un- settling things. You could never an- ticipate them. You never knew, with Sally around, what might happen, or when, or how. You only knew that something would happen, and that it would be the one thing that nobody except Sally could possibly have thought of. This was most refreshing. Indeed, there were numerous young men— who found it as refreshing as any- thing they had ever encountered, if not more so. From among these numerous young men Sally at length selected two, with a view to marrying one or the other—or possibly both, for Sally’s friends agreed that to see her marry two men and successfully conduct a connubial threesome would not in the least surprise them. The young me» were Bill Bigelow, whom Sally liked “because he’s bowlegged, and not ashamed of it,” and Lee Wainwright, whom any one would have liked for any number of reasons. Character- istically, Sally voted him down, and chose Mr. Bigelow. The wedding invitations caused something of a ripple, even in a group accustomed to the idiosyncrasies of the bride-to-be. The ceremony was to take place at midnight, Friday the 13th of July, on the sandy beach : front of Sally’s summer home, and participants and invited guests were to be arrayed in bathing suits. Unfortunately for the assembled congregation—which included, in ad- dition to invited guests, the entire populace of five towns, the feature writers from thirty newspapers, a small but lusty band of urchins, nine dogs, two cats, and a hurdy-gurdy man with a monkey—the wedding did not take place. It very nearly took place. it is safe to say that it would have taken place had it not been for the minister, who suffered 2 most untime- ly attack of conscience. At the last minute he firmly refused to officiate. He spoke feelingly. He mentioned reverent and holy and sacred things, and also profane and indecent and sacrilegious things. He talked on and on, while the dogs barked, and the urchins cheered, and the remain- der of the throng listened silently. In conclusion he pointed to Sally standing before him in a white bath- Ing suit which looked, in the partial darkness, astoundingly like no bath- Ing suit at all. Then he turned upon his heel, and from what he had re- ferred to as “this ribald scene” went swiftly away, doubtless to compose an excellent sermon on the decadent morals of the age. The invited guests, much disap- pointed, repaired to the house to dis- cuss the burning question of what Sally would do next, and to partake of punch while discussing it. In the general confusion, Sally herself was lost sight of. Anon Mr. Bill Bigelow Instituted a search which occupied several anxious hours and ended at 7 o’clock in the morning upon receipt of the following telegram: In fact, Darling Billy—Don’t be angry, but Wainwright and I skipped off from the rest of you and were married by a justice of the peace at 2 o'clock this morning. than once. LLY. Everyone worked very hard to con- sole Mr. Bigelow. They Slahped him glasses upon the back and thrust ta Sorry if you’re sorry, but after all I did try to marry you and couldn’t, and, as you know, I don’t believe in trying anything more A at him, and babbled things into his ears—things like this: : “You're lucky, old man, if you only knew it. Sally would make a terrible wife. You ought to be glad! Any- way, she'll be divorced in a year from today—you wait and see!” : But Sally was not divorced in a year from that day. Instead, she was busily engaged in bearing a son. I say a son, because Sally had care- fully explained to the doctor that if by any chance it proved to be other than a son, he was to take it right away and give it to somebody else. Lee Wainwright spent the first an- niversary of his marriage in a hos- pital waiting room, which somehow presented the effect of being much too small to hold him. He spent it, for the most part alone. Now and then a crackling white nurse would join him briefly, speak to him in a lullaby sort of a voice, and go away again. Once the doctor came in. “Everything's fine,” he said. “She's a little soldier. Won’t have an anes- thetic—says she wants to know what's going on.” After this, Lee was much embar- rassed to find himself weeping. When he saw Sally again, she was | lying on a high, narrow bed, looking, he thought particularly lovely. Her gray eyes were wide, her cheeks ivory pale, her hair a copperish splash against the pillow. She hailed him, Sally-like, thus: “Pardon me for not running to! meet you at the door, Lee, but 1’ve had rather a hard day.” i Later, when he had kissed her sev- : eral times and blurted forth a few! of the many things that welled up | chokingly within him, she said: “Sit down, my dear. We've got to | talk over what were going to do about this.” Lee sat down. . “Do about what?” he queried. Sally eyed him with evident aston- ishment at his lack of comprehension. “Why, didn’t they tell you we drew twin girls?” “Yes, of course, but—" “Well, obvieusly,” she went on, something must be done. You didn’t think I'd have twin girls around the house, did you?” “I—I hadn’t thought,” Lee, somewhat blankly. “I can’t stand girls,” said Sally, and you know it. Girls are three- quarters feline and the other quar- ter asinine. I'll be darned if I'll be a mamma to two of ’em!” “Twin babies are bad enough,” she ruminated, “ and a girl baby is worse but twin girl babies—thrust upon me —why, what was the Lord thinking of? I wanted a boy to play half- back for Yale. I wanted to sit in the confessed | you’re worse. bowl, twenty years from now, with a big bunch, of violets pinned over my tummy, yelling like anything, while he went through the Harvard line as ' if it was paper—” : She broke off abruptly, and when she resumed speaking it was plan ! that the twins and all things thereun- | to appertaining had been momentar- ily dismissed from her mind. “By the way, Lee, did you remem- ber to write to the Taft and see if 2% gan get reais. for. the game this “Yes,” said Lee shortly, “ and we can’t. They're full up already. Let’s not discuss that now, Sally. Where are—er—my children?” “They’re in the nursery down the hall,” said Sally. Haven’t you seen them yet, for heaven’s sake?” Sh pressed the bell attached to the bed, | and her nurse responded. “Miss Brown, show Mr. Wainwright the lit- ter,” she ordered cheerfully. Miss Brown scurried away, snorting “Litter!” sotto voce, as she went, anu Sally again addressed Lee: “Prepare yourself for a shock, dar- ling. When I first saw them, 1 said to the doctor, “Quit kidding me!! I'm beautiful, and my husband's not half bad, and you needn’t try to tell me that any such things as those belong to us!” It does seem highly improb- able, really.” The nurse returned, bearing a roll of blanket on each arm, and Lee was introduced to his daughters. The meeting was a rather stiff affair, as meztings must always be between a gentleman who is in a sort of daze and two ladies who are fast asleep. Lee examined the wee faces curiously for a long moment. Then he touched one with a gentle, fearsome forefinger as if to convince himself that it was genuine. Sally watched him. “What do you think of them?” she asked at last. “Aren't they weird? They have pink hair, and no noses.” “I think they’re kind of cute,” said Lee “You're a liar!” said Sally. The Wainwright twins were gener- ally conceded to be the amazing moth- er’s chef d’oeuvre. “Wouldnt you just know she'd do somthing like that?” cried Sally's friends. There were countless callers. They presented themselves at the hospital with something of the air of people flocking into a Jolson matinee—that gala air of pleasant expectation, that here-to-be-amused air; nor were they ever disappointed. Then invariably emerged twittering like rboins, and exchanging some such ecstatic com- ments as: “Isn’t she rich? Have you ever known anything to equal it? “To see her with those babies—and to hear the things she says! Oh, my dear, I tell you I thought I should die!” There were also countless gifts— small jackets, small shoes, small dresses, small bonnets, all white and blue or white and pink. “Of course, I shan’t use any of them.” said Sally to her nurse. “These babies are always going to be dressed in lavender and Nile green.” “But lavender and Nile green are not baby colors!” expostulated Miss Brown. Even after a week of Sally, she was not beyond the shocking point. “I have never seen a baby— a little tiny baby—in lavender or Nile green!” “Neither have I,” agreed Sally, “and it’s high time we both did.” Lee accepted the announcement of this sartorial plan without protest. Another and a more vital matter was engaging his attention’ at the mo- ment. “Look here, Sally,” he said, “we've got to get to work and think up some names for these kids. What are we going to call them?” “Mike and Ike,” replied Sally promptly. “Now be serious!” “I am serious. Mike and Ike, they look alike—why not, Lee? Those are names, and different; and I've n calling them that for a week now, and they're used to it.” Lee regarded her sternly. “D o you mean to tell me,” he de- manded, “that just for the sake of keeping up your reputation for doing queer things you would burden a girl with a name like Mike, or Ike, and make her carry it through life with her?” “Well,” said Sally, “it ought to be something like that—something that rhymes. How about Dot and Tot— do you like that any better, Lee?” “Personally,” said Lee, not deign- ing to notice this, “I think Mary and Elizabeth are pretty names for girls.” “Yes— You would choose Mary and Elizabeth!” jeered Sally. “Honestly, Lee, you depress me sometimes, you are so unoriginal. You simply have no imagination, no vision, no romance. There’s a bit of poetry that reminds me of you—‘A primrose by the riv- ers brim a yellow primrose was to him—and it was nothing more—only A primrose by the river's brim wouldnt even be a yel- low primrose to you, unless some- | body pointed to it and announced firmly, “That, Lee, is a yellow prim- rose.’ Ootherwise, it would be just a weed.” “Now what brought all this on?” inquired Lee piteously. “I only said that Mary and Elizabeth—" She interrupted him. “Wait! I've thought of something!” “I suppose it’s Willy and Nilly, or Mouse and Louse!” “No, but why don’t we name them Sally and Lee, after ourselves? Don’t you thing that a rather nice idea ?” “Lee is not a girl's name,” ebjected Lee. “And besides—” “Well, what if it isn’t?” “And besides, supposing when they get older, I come into the house and yell ‘Sally,” or you come in to the house and yell ‘Lee’—how are any of us going to know who’s wanted?” “But the twins won’t be in the same house with us,” said Sally matter-of- factly. “What 7” “l say that the twins won't be in the same house with us.” “Why won’t they ?” asked Lee, sur- prised. “Where else would our twins be? What are you talking about, anyway, Sally?” “Our twins,” said Sally deliberately, “will be in an apartment at least three blocks away, with a competent i cook to get their meals and a trained nurse to take care of them.” Lee sprang up and began to stride about the little room, kicking savage- ly at a chair and a table as he passed. “If you don’t stop,” he said in an awful voice—“if you don’t stop doing insane, idiotic things because they're novel—"’ -“On-the- other hand,” broke in Sal- ly evenly, “ look at it in this way—if I had never done insane, idiotic, crazy things because they’re novel, I would not be married to you, now. I’d have married Bill Bigelow,” as every one expected.” Lee looked much, but said nothing. “All my life,” continued Sally, “I’ve gone to the houses of people with babies, and here’s what happens—— you walk in, trip over a toy engine, and sprawl headlong. Pulling your- self together, you sink into a chair, . only to rise again hastily and remove three blocks, six nails, 2a mechanical duck and “The Tale of Peter Rabbit” from beneath you. After that you sit for an hour exchanging pleasant- ries with your hostess, while her off- spring caresses your gown with jam- my fingers and says, “Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?’ one million and twenty times. You de- part with chewing gum on the soles of your shoes and infanticide in your heart. Well, there’s going to be no such arrangement in my house. 1 won’t permit it. If we’d had just one child, we might have managed to get around it by building a padded cell for a playroom, but with two—" Sally paused for breath. “And here’s another thing, Lee— children are women’s work, just as business is men’s. When you come home at night, you can drop your business entirely. You can leave it at the office and not worry about it. Then why shouldn’t I be able to leave my business in an apartment three blocks away, and drop it, and not worry about it? That’s fair enough, isn’t it? Its what I'm going to do, Lee, no matter what you say.” What Lee said, and what he con- tinued to say at intervals for the next two weeks, is no affair of yours or mine, and has no bearing on this story, anyhow since it got him, in the end, exactly nowhere. Arguing with Sally was like that. It was futile and a foolish thing, comparable to swimming in midocean with no boat in sight and no life preserver. One might better sink at once and have it over with. Suffice it to say, therefore, that the house of Wainwright became in due time a house divided. The first di- vision was an apartment in the East Sixty-Something, where dwelt Mr. and Mrs. Wainwright, quite as they had dwelt before. The second divi- sion was another apartment, not far away, in which, at any hour of the day or night, there might be found one howling twin, one sleeping—they howled and slept in shifts—and one haggard young woman, scarcely rec- ognizable as the same Miss Brown who had once enjoyed attending Mrs. Wainwright at the hospital. Making victory utterly complete, the twins were baptized Sally and Lee, and thereafter were called Mike and Ike by all who knew them inti- mately. As to which was Mike and which Ike, there were frequent and furious debates. Sally always assert- ed that she could tell. She said that Mike was the spittiest; but as both were most. remarkably spitty, this was voted an untrustworthy means of identification. Miss Brown, who knew them apart, was instructed to dress Mike in lavender and Ike in Nile green, so that others might know al- so; but sometimes, in her haste, she mixed the signals. Later, distinguishing them was not so difficult. The one that crawled on hands and knees was Mike, and the one who got about in a sitting pos- ture, painful to the beholder but emi- nently satisfactory to herself, was Ike. Sally preferred Ike. “She’s like me,” she told Lee. “She is different. No common or garden variety of crawl for her!” . “Mike gets there faster, though,’ Lee protested. The twins grew apace. They soon learned to walk and to talk, and to eat soft-boiled eggs from the tip of an urgent spoon. They became pret- ty, rosy and fat. They laughed a great deal, revealing little white seeds of teeth with scalloped edges. Lee viewed them with enormous pride, but if Sally shared his parental en- thusiasm she gave no sign. Her at- titude was still rather that of an in- nocent bystander. She seemed, as some one put it, “interested but not convinced.” Lee constantly tried to convince her. He would talk of the twins by the hour, always in superlatives, and always with an argumentative note in his voice, as if he half expected con- tradiction. “They’re so cute, Sally!” he said one day. “You have no idea how cute they are! Why, just last evening, Mike said the cutest thing! What do you suppose she said? I was put- ting my overcoat on, and she said, ‘Dada put coat on—go by-by.’ Now what do you think of that, for a kid as young as she is?” “It sounds intelligent,” said Sally. | “Intelligent! Why, say, it’s abso- lutely .marvelous! Miss Brown swears she never in her life saw children whose minds were as quick as theirs. I tell you, Sally, you have no idea—" “Don’t say that again!” Sally cut in. “Of course I have an idea. I £0 ! to see them evrey day, don’t I?” There was a pause. “I'm sure I don’t know when you 80,” Lee observed presently. “You're never up and dressed until 10 in the , and Miss Brown tells me mo that the little nurse girl who takes the kids out comes at a quarter past 10. They are out until noon, .and then they sleep until 2, and from 2 to 4 they’re out again. I’m with them from half-past 4 until they go to sleep at 6, and you're never there then. When do you go to see them, Sally?” “I'm always there just before they start off at a quarter past 10,” Sal- ly told him. “The little nursegirl and I arrive at about the same time every morning.” “That reminds me,” said Lee. “How about that nursegirl? Are you sure she’s reliable? She wouldn’t get ab- sorbed in a flirtation with some cop in the park, and let Mike and Ike run away, would she?” Sally’s face twitched ever so light- “I doubt it very much,” she an- swered. “She's not the flirting kind —thdt is, I hardly think a cop would interest her. She comes from a very | fine family, Lee, and she’s—er—a nice little thing. She's devoted to the twins, and they are to her. They call her ‘dearest.’ That's ridiculous, of course, but isn’t it cunning?” Not more than a week after this conversation Lee received a summons. It came at half-past 9 o'clock one morning, and ran as fellows: Boss wants to see you right away, Mr. Wainwright!” Boss saw Mr. Wainwright right away. When he had finished seeing Mr. Wainwright it was five minutes past 10, and Mr. Wainwright was, to all appearances, a changed man. He had a shining morning face, and he walked as the gentlemen walk in the rubber-heel advertisements. He al- most bounded. Departing in haste frem the office, he embarked in a taxicab. “Seven past 10,” he muttered, ex- amining his wateh. “Sally’ll be at the kids’ apartment about now. She said she always saw them before they went out in the morning. Ill go there?” He went there. As he drew up at the curb he ob- served his daughters toddling along the sidewalk ahead of him. One was a pale green speck, the other a pale lavender speck, and both clung to the hands of a nursemaid in a neat gray cloak and hat. “Hello, Mike and Ike!” Lee called after them gayly. “Come see daddy!” The specks simultaneously right- about-faced, emitting small squeals indieative of pleasure and excitement. The nursemaid did not right-about- face. She appeared bent upon going on about her business and taking the specks along with her. There were signs of altercation. Mike tugged at the nursemaid’s hand like a puppy at a leash. Ike kicked her on the point of a shapely ankle. “See dada, deewist!” pleaded both twins. The maid refused to yield. Mike seated herself on the sidewalk and resolutely declined to budge, while Ike broadcast her righteous rage to all Manhattan. Lee reached the scene a moment later, set Mike upon her feet, patted Ike, and turned to the nursemaid, who still stood with her back toward him. “Look here, my girl!” he said. “I want it plainly understood that these children must be allowed to come and kiss their father whenever they feel like it.” “Yes, sir,” said a muffled feminine voice, “Didn’t you know I was their fath- er?” “I—I had reason to believe that you were, sir.” “Then why did you prevent them ?”’ “I was in a hurry to go on, sir. I had a date with a cop in the park, sir.” “You—" began Lee. Then he add- ed sharply: “Turn around here!” The nursemaid turned around. “Say it!” she directed. “I know just what you're going to say. First you're going to call upon the Deity. Then you're going to shout, ‘Sally! You?’ To which I shall reply calm- ly, ‘Lee, I'; and that’ll be that.” But it wasn’t. There was much more. Lee had to ask the whys and wherefores, and Sally had to answer in detail. “Well, you know me, Lee. You how I hate the usual thing. I've al- ways made fun of these doting moth- ers, and vowed I'd never be one. Then, when I felt myself slipping, and be- coming one in spite of myself, I vowed that nobody should know it, anyway; and nobody does—except Miss Brown. Of course, she had to be in on it, but every one else thinks ten minutes every morning is all the time I give my daughters, when as a matter of fact I spend most of every day camouflaged in this uniform and these blue glasses, getting acquainted with them.” She glanced down at Mike and Ike. “And just between you and me, Lee,” she added con - fidentially, “I think they are simply magnificent ; but please don’t tell a soul that I said so!” And then Lee had to hug her on the spot. And after that he had to tell her what he had left the office for the purpose of telling her—that the was now a junior partner in the i firm, and also that he was to be sent to California next week on a business trip lasting two months. “And you're going with me,” he finished gleefully. | “Next week!” Sally reflected. “I’m not sure I can get ready to go by next week. New clothes for Mike and Ike—” { “Mike and Ike?” puzzled. Sally gazed at him reproachfully. | “Lee Wainwright, you don’t think I'd go away for two whole months ‘and not take Mike and Ike, do you?” { Which was at once the most sur- prising and the most delightful thing that Lee had ever heard her say.— ' By Katherine Brush. echoed Lee, | ‘Breathing Rocks Are Blamed for Coal Mine Blazes. The reason why a fire can burn for 'half a century or more deep in the tunnels of a coal mine despite all ef- forts to extinguish it by sealing the i pit so that no air enters has just been discovered by Prof. W. S. Hutch- inson, internationally known min - ing expert and head of the depart- ment of mining at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Rocks, through invisible pores in their structure, inhale air, Professor Hutchinson believes, and thus enough air finds its way into mines to keep the fires burning. Such a blaze as the professor de- cides has been burning for 70 years in the famous Burning Mine, in are preparing to make a new at- , tempt to smother the blaze so that more than 10,000,000 tons of anthra- | cite coal can be made accessible. |. Another famous burning mine is | located at Butte, Mont. This mine iis being operated today, although | deep in the heart of the workings | burns a fire completely sealed in what | may be compared to a huge concrete ! box. rr When mining engineers found that {they could not extinguish this fire, , Which had raged for many years, they {erected a huge concrete wall on ail ‘sides of the burning section. The . blaze now smoulders within its strong cell while miners work nearby. When a fire is discovered in a mine, water is the best method of attack, Professor Hutchinson believes. Again water mixed with sand may be ‘pumped into the burning workings to smother the flames by filling all crevices where air might enter. | Constant vigilance, including daily i inspection of every drift and crosscut, | and education of the miners has done much to decrease the fire hazard in { mining. Carelessness or ignorance, the engineer believes, has been the cause of most of the great mine fires. Drone of Airplane Motor to Light Landing Fields. . No longer will it be necessary to keep airplane landing fields brilliant- ly lighted all night when a new in- vention, only recently demonstrated, is perfected to the point of being manufactured in quantity. The noise feet in the air closed the switch that lighted a bank of floodlights at a Pennsylvania aviation field in the first demonstration of the sound-sen- sitive automatic lighting apparatus developed by an electrical research engineer. The device uses the drone of the airplane to control electric energy. From a tiny current at first this con- trolled energy is increased in power by amplifiers until it is strong enough to throw a good sized lighting switch. A loud-speaker operating reversely is the “ear” of the mechanism. Laid on its back, it gives the apparatus a directive effect with reference to nois- es from above. A microphone com- pletes the auditory section. Passing through several amplifiers, the im- pulse then passes through the time- light relay, the last step before the current automatically throws the lighting switch. ——————————e———————————— Rural Schools Are Aid to City Lead- ership. Pennsylvania rural schools have played a large part in the training of business and professional leaders of 14 cities and boroughs of the State, a study conducted by the agricultural economics department of the Penn- sylvania Agricultural Experiment Station shows. Questionnaires asking where they got their educatoin were sent to mem- bers of three service clubs. Answers were received from 1011 of those cir- cularized. Of those who replied, 396 received all or a major portion of their common school training in rural districts. This is 39.2 per cent, or approximately two-fifths of the total. Altoona, Butler, Clearfield, Easton, Erie, Harrisburg, Indiana, Johnstown, Lewistown, Meadville, Reading, Stroudsburg, Williamsport, and York were included in the survey. FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN. DAILY THOUGHT A laugh is just like music, It freshens all the day, It tips the peaks with light and drives the clouds away; The soul grows glad that hears it, And feels its courage strong— A laugh is just like sunshine For cheering folks along.—Anon. An oyster white tussah silk frock: has a unique round collar, the out- side border and ties being of dollar sized black-white polka dots and the: center of pin-point dots. Count ten—or ten thousand—before: you select a piece of furniture. It will be with you a long time and you don’t want to get tired of it. Then, too, a room is better under-furnished than over-furnished; and there is no sense wasting money which will not add to the attractiveness of your home. Remember the old adage, “Space is more beautiful than any- thing you can put in it.” This is par- ticularly true in the crowded apart- ment home today. ! And, yet, we must have furniture and furnishings, else the home would Schuylkill County, Pa. Engineers now | made by the hum of an airplane 1000 not be cozy and home like, but re- i semble a barn or an institution. Well chosen furniture is appropriate for i the room and the use to which it is ‘put; is architectually correct and beautiful in lines; is comfortable; and is expressive of the personality and | taste of the occupants of the house. Simple and unpretentious furnish- ings are in better taste than elabor- {ate and over-ornate ones. Good work- manship is a basic virtue. Informal- ity and luxurious comfort are desir- able in the furniture of the living | room. The dining room is the most formal room in the house, and should be all-of-a-set. Bed-rooms may be cozy and intimate, but should have a regard for fresh air and sunshine. Bright colors are characteristic of the : breakfast nook and sun room. The white kitchen and white bath-room are giving way to the colorful room with green or blue furnishings. : Unlimited freedom in the use of color and texture prevails in the many and varied types of homes that are: being developed in Europe at the present time. chine. Just as the restraint and simplicity of the American colonial type devel- oped when the country was new the materials limited, and the workmen without artistic training, and the highly artistic Italian type developed when the merchant princes of Italy and were commanding the finest ma- terial and talents in the world, so the: modern European type is developing in a period totally unrestricted by lack of materials and skilled crafts- ! men. | Even the richest builder of early { centuries did not have at his com- { mand the opportunities for expression. of taste and individuality which are t within the reach of the most modest | builder of today. The modern home- i owner need cling no longer to antique | precedent or the standardization SO evident in many modern American | homes, but may have a home as ex- i pressive of his own individual tastes: tas his clothes are. i Architects of Holland, Austria, i Spain and Germany are taking the lead in these new designs for homes. Some of their creations are so ex- treme in design as to be bizarre, but others are of unusual beauty, and. may well be taken as patterns for ‘ American homes. Color and texture in inside and out- side walls are the most noteworthy | characteristics of many cof these mod- ern homes. Ceilings, wall decorations and furniture are often painted in consistent designs either in delicate tints or the brightest colors. Plastic: i paint which produces both the desired. color and texture is frequently used in carrying out these effects. A typ-- .ical finish with this paint is produced. i by brushing it on in a thick coat and. | then patting it gently in a continuous: motion across the surface with a paint brush. Stucco exteriors of modern Europe show the same freedom of use as the painted interiors. A thick, shaggy surface produced by a criss-cross working of the trowel is an often- noticed finish which adds to its own beauty an unusual receptivity to light. and shade. Deep colors are frequent-. [ly employed and different—sometimes daring—effects may be obtained by the use of brightly colored brick set in the wall at irregular intervals or by patterns of mosaic or tile, or by : half-timbered effects. : pov ei 4 pen —— When you are housecleaning; go over your furniture to look for scratches. It may be made new look- ing and beautiful with a good polish. You can make your own furniture polish by mixing beeswax and turpen- tine into a thick, syrup-like mixture. Apply this with plenty of elbow grease. A fireplace constructed properly should have a full-sized chimney, no: matter whether one plans to use some form of gas or electric heating or wood. If the chimney is put in whem the house is under contruction it will cost much less than when the work- men have to tear away a portion of the building to lay their bricks or: stones. A new type of fireplace ash dump» trips a large section of the hearth: downward, instantly disposing of all accumulated ashes and dirt. The con~ trol mechanism is concealed within the masonry of the fireplace. The dumping section is 14 by 24 inches in diameter and may be made to match the masonry work of the re- mainder of the hearth, so that the general appearance is uniform. The apparatus is very easy to op- erate, a slight pull on the convenient control handle tripping the dumping section or returning it to place at will. A curved metal shield auto- matically seals the hearth opening against the escape of sparks, ashes or dust. ——The Watchman gives all the. news while it is news. were at the height of their power