it was wonderful because Del was Bellefonte, Pa., June 24, 1932, THE BIG PROBLEM Now Comes the college graduate, His sheepskin in his hand, To clarify and mitigate The evils that contaminate This worried land. EE ——— He knows the wherefore and the why Of all the cosmic plan, His mind is soaring in the sky, Aflame with notions far too high For mortal man. Beneath his calm, unruffled brow Idyllic visions throb. He dreams of noble conquests now But soon he will be wondering how To get a job. CLAIR WAS A WONDERFUL GIRL You don’t have to tell me, my dear! I know every tongue in West- brook has been wagging its little wag about Claire and every one else concerned for more than a year. That's why I want to tell you the whole story. I feel that if some one would explain just how it was—well, I suppost it would be too much to hope that even people would under- stand, but it might stop some of the poisonous stories that have been going around. They met at school, you know. Claire and Del. Claire was the cam- pus queen. I mean she really was. I think nearly every man in school cherished a more or less hidden yearning to go out with her, and every girl was flattered to be seen with her, Those big, lovely eyes, that pale, blond hair, she was a knockout then, just as she is now. There were few coed cats who said she was spoiled and vain and a few other things. But they didn’t know her. I did, and she was won- derful. We were pledged at the same time. I always will think, and it used to hurt a little but I've got over it, that I just slipped into the house under cover of the luxurious fur coat Claire was wearing. I mean we went there together and the girls were so dazzled by her that I probably tagged along, absolutely unnoticed. And when they voted, some one must have said, ‘Lucia Franklin? Oh, she’s the girl who was with Claire!” and the magic of her name carried me over. After that, we were good friends. Tll confess I sometimes wondered what she could see in me—don't bother to remonstrate, I know I'm not beautiful and before I was mar- ried and ‘blossomed out,’ as they say, I was even homelier, But that has nothing to do with Claire ex- cept that some of the cats used to say that she went with me because it made her seem better-looking! Did you ever hear of anything so ridic- ulous? I don’t think Claire thought much about her beauty. She just accepted it. By the time she was a junior, Claire was class secretary, a mem- ber of every all-campus dance com- mittee, the year’s hit in the annual “Vode” and had numerous offers of jeweled hardware from some of the snootiest vests along Fraternity Row. Then she met Del Long. Until that time, she had never really gone with one man for very long. The campus sometimes said that no one dared annex her permanently, but I think it was just because there was no one good enough for her. I must say that Del was a lot Smoother than most of the others. He didn’t dash forward and lay heart and hardware immediately at her feet. But I'll always think it wasn’t technique—just dumbness. He was awfully unsophisticated for a boy as good-looking and well liked as he was, He was magnificent looking! Still is, people say. A wonderful profile and big, wide shoulders. Played football, of course. He had an awk- ward grace about him. Sounds con- tradictory, seen some football players you know what I mean. He always look- | ed independent, too, and as though he could hang, him. Until he met Claire, at the end of their junior year, he hadn't gone out with girls very much. He wasn’t any ordinary college boy, you could see that. Maybe that explains things a little. Claire asked Del to a house dance first, That was a good old custom of the elect, I mean the most popu- lar girls, to ask some one with tell all the world to go any minute it started pushing whom they’d never been out before. | It carried through the summer and next year, our senior, Claire and Del found themselves hero and heroine of the school’s most picturesque ro- mance. Perhaps when you went to College, there was one big love that seemed to bathe the entire campus in a warm, rosy light. Well, you know how it was then. They were made for each other, or so one de- cided. I'll admit Claire was pretty firm about some things as the year roll- ed along. If Del came late or forgot | to telephone often enough, she put her pretty foot down hard. But then he didn't seem to mind, sometimes at first, for she was so sweet and dear afterward when he'd | said how sorry he was and done something nice to make up for it. There was just one troublesome time, T remember the day we were leaving school. Claire and T were go- ing home together and Del had a job to finish up and was going to drive down the next week, About an hour or so before we left, Del came up. His face looked sort of funny, strained and set. And there were black circles under his eyes. He had a funny old broken-down looking car, you know the kind. Horrible! But on the campus people Cidn’t mind. In fact, they thought | while—a long while, maybe.” | Then she burst out laughing. “Dar- | terrible.” know you're coming. You have to going to have so much fun. Oh, dear, now don’t get me all when I'm leaving,” she said, looking so sweet and coaxing. this to be a happy day, with us tell- ing each other good-by and knowing we'll meet again in just seven days,” you haven’t nearly enough money. can't get married just yet, best thing for me is to work hard So we can. I've been thinking it all out the last couple of nights.” said, serious, as though he wanted more than anything, to be understood. | money the excuse,” she said, | you want things to be over——'* | don’t you understand that I sort of | owe it to myself to see what I can do now that school is over?” “I suppose the next thing you'll say is that you want to take that coach- ing and teaching job at Outlands— ! Outlands!” Her soft voice ridiculed the name her head and laughed. Claire looks marvelous when she laughs. fierce. “That's exactly what I was going to say,” he said. “You've al- ways laughed at Outlands—but after all, it's near home and home’s where | mom and dad are.” at the row of trees bordering the campus, make—aw, heck—make something of myself, sounds dumb.” fully. But you couldn’t blame her for being hurt, this, Del. If you really care about me, you'll come. could do whatever you wanted.” Claire,” Del said. “I could say if you loved me, you'd come to Outlands.’ He winced a little were afraid she would laugh again. stead. “No, Del, you know I couldn’t do that. For many reasons, If you don’t want to come, it’s all right.” end?” he asked. it’s better n said. head against his shoulder. again,” she begged, “only come this time and after that I'll do anything you say.” knew he’d keep his word and per- haps that’s one reason I was so sur- prised when | came. It was funny. There he drove preposterous old car of his. How it made the trip, rambled along, and to the left. Claire looking like a | fairy princess, and I were waiting in Claire’s gorgeous big car. | chauffeur looked far more well-turn- ed-out than Del. I know, but if you've around with some of Claire's friends and the | gosh-awful. The reclining kind, tea- cup on knee. Oh, yes, frightfully good contract players. don’t you? to gobble Claire up in one bite. He “You're mussing me,” | to take in the car and everything. asked. plained. Personally, I could sympa- thize with the slightly alarmed look on his face. I'd lots rather g0 around in golf clothes thar in chiffon and | gardenias. But Claire loves dressing | up and if I looked the I would, too. a hotel and get me settled,” gested. except | like something in porcelain and if | | she had piled in with him in that scrapheap, her to break. Of course, she said no, he must leave and come with us, He did, with just | Drive. Claire explained that he was | to stay with her family, then paused and seemed to give up. I guess he had sense enough not to be disagreeable the very first time they saw would have been tickled to death to find they had been invited to stay at one of the Westbrook. driving it. | with Claire! It was perfect. i had something to tell | P Ca Se to a. out to | his protecting arm from that mo the car. I backed away with excuses | ment. about packing, but he said, come, too, Lou.” : : : ; = When we were out there, he turn- | ing back, cigar in hand, being ed to Claire and said, “Sweetheart, | little expansive, I could tell, about a | the good things ahead for Del. You I can’t come to Westbrook for | could almost tell by his gestures For a second, Claire looked though some one had slapped her, business needs fine, men like you!” . | For a young chap in a fair way to be sitting pretty, Del was look- ing rather harassed. Once I heard him lift his voice and say ‘But Mr. square young ling,” she said, didn’t you get a wink of sleep last night? Your eyes look He asked her if she was listening to him | Kilbourne, I want to tell you—" He She said “Of course, Del, but was cut off firmly but politely with | you're talking such nonsense. You & wave of the cigar. I didn’t see Claire for several days, although I called her up once or twice. She was terribly busy every time. “I'm taking Del out to the club today,” she'd say. Or “Del hasn't met the Alexanders yet and mother and I are having them over.” The lucky egg! Why he was get- ting places and doing things that it would have taken other boys simply years to get and do. Not that the Kilbournes move in the very highest circles, but they are just as exclu- sive. And they're up in the heavy money, too. Del telephoned one afternoon a week or so later and asked if he could see me. I was tickled to death, | not having had a glimpse of him for several days, and told him to rush over. He drove up in a shiny new road- ster, dark green with nickel trim- meet mother and father and we're upset just “I wanted He said something like this: “Well, see, Claire, to be frank, I We so the I don’t know exactly what else he but he looked intense and Claire flared up. “Del, don't make “If “Oh, Claire, I don’t at all.” That was Del, almost frantically. You mings. | could see he didn’t, He was crazy | «qj, fella,” I said, “Struck oil?" | | about her. As though any one | He laughed. “I'm trying to figure | | wouldn't be. “But don’t you see, out whether soft it’s oil—or just soap.” We sat down on our porch. “Claire said she couldn't be seen “I don’t in Bouncing Bertha, the campus see at all,” Claire said, named Horace barge me around. Mr. Kilbourne heard us arguing and he bought me this in a nice. paper sack. I didn’t want to take it, Lou, honest, I didn’t, But he just there- there-my-boy’d me and—well, what could I do?” “You shouldn’t do anything. It's a grand car,” I said. “Isn’t it though?” he asked me. His eyes lighted up. “A lotta fun to drive, too. But I'd like it better if I'd bought it myselt.” I said he would buy plenty things himself when he working. “You're thundering right I will,” he agreed. “But, say, Lou, this wor- | ries me. It's going to take barrels of gold to give Claire as much as she has now. I don’t see how I ever had the nerve to ask her to start out poor. Why didn’t some one tell me she was rich?” and she leaned back Del's face looked funny, sort of She was looking straight ahead of He went on: “You see, I want to started all by myself—only that | “I'm afraid it does,” she said help- could you? ‘There's After that, you “It isn’t fair to put it that way, imported evening gowns came from the 5-and-10. “Oh, wonderful,” he said, realized how much it cost. You know, she seems different down here. At school, she was a beautiful as though he She looked a little mysterious in- “You mean it would be the—the whole world of her own, Aw, Lou, do you mind if I tell you how I feel about things?” I didn’t. But as it happened, he didn’t tell me very much. He seem- ed always on the verge of making some explosive declaration and then he’d tighten his lips and look out at “You don’t seem to mind letting me go.” That was Claire. “Perhaps “Claire, I can’t let you go,” Del She put her hand on his arm, her “Ill never ask anything of you around things but never reached a point. I thought what a fortunate man he was to have a girl like Claire, a chance to work for Mr. Kilbourne at what I imagined would be good money and—well, | things most people work ten or Oh, he came down all right, I I must tell you about the day he very happy. He said things like this: know, I really didn’t married so soon, But And: “Damn it, Lou, , think ought to be Or should there And, finally: up the main street in that perfectly | “You I don't know. It Claire thinks rattles to the right The be a boss?” But I was glad to see the tramp. | you ever know a woman so There was something about him, At ful?” that time I felt, “Well, here's a real | op | man.” You see, we'd been playing | Rather ridiculous things, you! him I thought I understood, although I didn’t altogether, but he that. “I believe you do,” looked at me a long swell, you know,” he said. And somehow I liked young men were prett But you know, | Del looked as though he wanted almost pounced on her, his huge ‘You're swell,” even after saying | arms reaching out for her. She how beautiful and wonderful Claire laughed a little breathlessly and Was. I don’t think I was ever jealous pushed him feebly. | of Claire when people raved about “Del, do be careful,” she said. her. She was born to have men mad | He drew back at that and seemed are like that and the quicker we find it out the better. “Is it a wedding or a funeral?” he| Del went on talking after a while. | He told me he'd been looking for a “We've been we ex- lunching,” | offered even one-third ‘the salar that Mr. Kilbourne’s did. And he'd almost decided to go back to Out- lands, only that he couldn't bear to disappoint Claire. “You really love Claire,” seriously, He frowned instead of agreeing as promptly as I expected. | “Yes, I think I do,” he said. “I'm Wasn't that priceless? She looked Crazy about her. I think she’s the most fascinating, lovely creature in the world. And sometimes I'd like to break her neck.” I knew what, as a friend of Claire’s, I wanted to say. I said it, “Do you want my best advice? Just way she did, | I said “Hop in with me and we'll go to | he sug- you would have expected the car some place a suggestion of little-hoy-aged-6 | figure out to yourself that Claire is | pout, but he recovered his good worth anything in the world and | spirits as we cruised along the | that all this preliminary fuss is something that has to be put up with, And figure out also that this job will make money and money's what you need.” “In other words,” he broke in, “do exactly what Claire wants me to and keep on doing it the rest of my life!” He left. And I hadn't mentioned that Claire had telephoned me earli- “But Claire——" Del said and each other. Most boys grandest places in And to be right there | er in the day, telling me the wed-| for a moment and his mouth was ill 1 under | Fother Rilbourse {Sok DS {in the papers a few days later. He was simply splendid to | “You | him, I saw them lunching downtown | | soon after, Mr. Kilbourne was lean- | as that he was saying, ‘“My boy, our | thought if he were taking to drink- | ing heavy, Claire ought to be told, chariot,” he told me. “And I said rd, be eternally sizzled if I'd let a guy I asked him if he thought those | fur coats and snakeskin slippers and | | did.” I knew she always looked | “but I never | girl. | Here, she’s a grown woman with a | are doing. | over, I knew you wouldn't mind. I ! called the the green car. He talked around and | | breakfast nook instead of a room. it iS to be alive. He all the | twenty years for. But he didn’t look | plan to get | who do you | boss of a family? | “Oh. Claire is so | wonderful, Lou. And béautiful! Did | beauti- | know. Not making any sense. I told | liked | he said and | time. “You're that—just, | about her and I wasn’t. Some of us | (Job and hadn't found anything that | | that they didn’t want to be alone €lation or | rushed toward the door. He turned ding day was set. | twisted. “Claire,” he said, and you The announcement of the date wes be e tell he was trying to keep | ‘wi i i the | | calm, “will you consider taking oh ne and letting the apartment go | i i i try very, verv hard | i ible, if I promise to el em- | to do everything I can to make you selves Mi be happy. I know she was | happy there? i .| “Oh, Del,” she said, tears in her | thinking of Del just as much as her- | ero dt eT to, Per Lee self. i artment and then I'll do There was a gorgeous picture of ne i BE Claire with the story, a full-length | Ann el View of Bor Sending No NON i other for a Mite while, hung in black velvet. She wore a Tosi gant roe. And ther who) white satin evening gown and doo EE itl shaky nal? SmilG, Re Ol A he Ty 2 “He'll come back,” she said. “I know quite a lot in it about the charm- Re all ing-aad popular Miss MROUTRS MK | Ne il 2ocd night and Jef. Out] oi) the (HingS Shel ooo Wn own An side the house I saw the dark-green OE a ne SEY roadster run into the driveway. I column it was mentioned that Mr. Ss Sr ons noead ig bead tn] Delnert Somes Leong had also sh-| HE oie It was otgty: © 1 thooghtt lenient wiverny perhaps he had gone to his room at are ee ma I i ey by the side entrance, three weeks every one in town was Bait Shore Wek 56 Nant in Wig Win giving Claire a whirl, There were ow. T Bek I me owt Hedle par aad tea parties and bridge-luncheons and as loaait ame evening functions. And she seemed to live on it; to look more and “Claire has the most marvelous more radiant all the time, instead of self-control,” I told myself. “If any a little bored or fatigued, as you ,,. paq roared and shouted at you might have expected. And Del 4.4 way, Lucia Franklin, you would though I saw him less often, as so , started throwing things. Oh, many of the parties were the all- {3 hope theyll be happy.” women kind, looked more and more Just then I saw a little way down strange. I couldn't understand him | boulevard a big, hulking figure and it worried me. apg Striding along, shoulders hunched I had been so fond of Del over, the pale night lights shining now he seemed to be like a different on his hatless head. man. He wore a set, humorless smile "0 “pH 0" 175 00 slowly, want- when he was at a dinner or a dance, ;,,.°, "14, "and yet feeling that per- | and when I saw him on the streel p..,o"ho woulq rather be alone, I he looked dazed and queer. His eyes | 4i4n't ynow what I could have said were bloodshot most of the time. I 4, him, either. That night I didn’t sleep very think Claire probably decided best way for them both was to get well. I tried to think about Claire | and how sorry I was for her, having | ’ to marry a man that could turn in- | for Mr. Kilbourne. I asked Claire | to och a tyrant for so little a rea- about it and she confided to me that on" “gy T thought about Del In- he was drawing a salary, but that | gionq she and her father thought it better | for him to wait until after their Only perhaps you didn’t know that | honeymoon before actually keeping y ghe" phim early the next morning. office hours. It relieved me about his I think I must have been hoping | drawing a salary. He probably didn’t that T might because I went down- feel so dependent any more. . town before 9 and drove around the Four days before the wedding gtreets in an absurd way, Finally | Claire had a Trousseau party just 1 remembered my appointment with | for her most intimate friends, There the gressmaker and parked the car. were eight or ten of us, with her just as I was getting out, I saw | mother fluttering in the background. | pg) bumping along in Bouncing | Her things were simply gorgeous. Bertha, that horrible old car of his. | She had about twenty-five pajama He looked wilder than ever, one el- sets, including some mandarin out- bow slouched over the sagging door, fits and a black velvet arrangement his dark hair standing on end. He that simply wilted you, it was SO hagpit shaved and his clothes look- divine. And lounging robes. And oq ag though he'd slept in them. piles of the most beautiful hand- When he saw me he stopped his underthings you ever saw! car alongside mine. The girls were just leaving when € “Hello,” I said, Del came. He looked a little strange, over his bad humor. and yet I didn’t want to meddle. As yet he hadn't gone to work Well, of course, you know the rest. | trusting he was but he was pleasant enough, and said “Hello,” to every one, and even “Goodby,” he said. “You might let himself be teased by some of the tell Claire you saw me, though I more coy guests, Everyone but wrote her a note, I wanted to tell Claire and Del and me went out and her good-by but I was afraid if I I turned to tell Claire good night, saw her, she’d cry, and then I would | Del had gone over to her. have weakened again. You remember | “Did you telephone that woman I said not long ago that she was today and tell her we wouldn't take worth anything in the world? Well, the house ?”’ he asked. “She says you I found out she wasn't, There are some things '—and this he said with | Yes, I did,” she said sweetly, 2 8esture of his long arm—‘no wo- | lifting her long-fringed eyes to his. mr on God's earth is worth!” “You see, darling, I couldn't live in e looked at me a long moment | that place—sweet as it is. The OF SO, as though he wanted to say flowers are lovely and those old trees. heing else, but he just said: But it's too far from where things 5° long Lou,” and stepped on the So, after I thought it Starter. The car, with a sigh and a {Jerk and a quiver, rolled forward, other place where that Picking up sped as it moved down divine big apartment is and they said | ie ent, I stood on the curb, gaz- we could have it if we decided to- | Xv er him, simply numbed. day. So I rushed down and made a be Surprised me most of all deposit.” She looked adorably con- | Hos € look I'd seen on Del's face. trite. “Oh, Del, I'm sorry if I've 1.i¢ Was radiant. There were dark been too impulsive. But I liked it so Sireles ander his eyes and he look- much. There's everything there and J 3S though he ‘hadn't eaten or (it’s near the club and a lot of the SIePt for weeks, but—well, he look. | girls. That other house, well, it ed like a man that has just escaped wasn't really modern, you know. A death and found out how wonderful looked glori- | And an upstairs, And it’s miles from Susy happy; as though he wanted on 1 aay 0 yell and sing! “I suppose the fact that I would Claire was wonderful about it. She | attractive! Del sara has, "7 "7 Was awtuly rans, Sr hey iE she “But, Sing. gi ns be for her. And now, she’s married, I there during the day,” Claire said. ean Io Eaow much about the “And the fact that the apartment a a lucky to is just twice as much didn’t make | ; ul girl. any difference, either?” he asked in | i oy ays roe has Hight a queer voice. fi: ’ e e Claire said she was. tired, and did come back, only it was nearly please, not to scold her, she'd had 2 year later. i a Jovery yung, Let's talk ae ity ay J i o Er : : Noite ton a a oe! it is to have some one Sid West. for three months, Claire, he said. ii pore in (Outlands, Besides, Del | tac] think the sometime later had | Ji be home in just a few minutes better be right now. You agreed By M now he'll want to see you.— with me, or at least you let me | y Mary Stanley. think you did, that we were to have a small wedding. And I understand | now you're having eight bridesmaids, | Eight! And a lot of fuss before and WORRY—THE DRIVER'S BANE | Mental lapses are a far m - after. I would have let that 80. The | portant cause of automobile ars. | wedding is the girl's business, I'm | dents than is commonly believed only the man that’s getting married. While the reports of accidents may | Eat ih ons Save, Whee wore | give physical causes such as reck- | what we're to do—well, | Je ivin, g si iy or asl were iy SS driving, wrong side of the road, | | cutting in, ete., those may only be | Claire looked nervously around to | Symptoms of a disturbed mental | see if her mother was in the offing, | state, asserts Dr, H. J. Stack of the and then she turned to me. I sup- National Bureau of Casualty and pose it was terrible of me, but some- | Surety Underwriters, who says: how I just couldn't leave, and I had, “Extreme hurry or a worry caus- | the feeling they didn’t want me to; | 118 intense preoccupation, fatigue, | excitement, or slowed | together, even then, | down reaction as a result of the in. | “Don’t make a scene in front of | dulgence in alcohol or other nar- | Lucia, please, Del” Claire said. | cotics may be behind an accident, | “Let's don’t quarrel. You're just | Many of these mental conditions are | tired.” | within our control.” He suggests the | There had been rumblings before, following precautions as preventa- | but this was the first time he really | tives: blew up, | 1. Take a short rest or let some- “Damn it, I'm not tired!” He | One else drive the car when you simply roared at her. “Am I a man | have been driving for a long period or am I a paper doll you've cut out | at night. of a magazine? Lucia must know! 2. Be especially alert all about it or she's blind! I'm | ing to work so that going to settle things right now. I'm going to have something to say about what we do.” Claire looked at me appealingly and I rushed to her. I couldn't imag- ine a man turning such a brute all of a sudden. “Del, for heaven's sake, let her alone,” I begged him. “I don’t know what's come over you the last few weeks, Claire has been so wonder- fully happy and you seem like a dif- ferent man. This ought to be the most thrilling time of a girl’s life.” “Oh, my God!” cried Del, and when hurry- 3 you can keep | your mind on your driving, 3. The best place for the confirm- ed back-seat driver is at home, 4. Don’t day dream driving in a car or crossing the street. 5. Control your temper. traffic cop calls you deserve it. 6. If you have a superiority com- plex, forget it when you get behind the wheel, 7. Don’t become a speed maniac. This mental disorder is serious and contagious. A serious accident seems to be the only cure for its victims. If the you down, probably | they are ready for | in polka-dotted silk or linen EE ——— FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN DAILY THOUGHT Lord let me see the hidden beauty In the commonplace; And let me catch the melody Above the day's turmoil ; Give me a vision of the love Behind the sin-scarred face, And let me know the blessednegg Of dull, soul-testing toil, Paris.—The small town wom who wants to be smart wil Spell h summer chic with color, a Scores of gay little frocks, Sc | jackets and caps have been Produce, by designers to brighten Suburhay | wardrobes. Polka-dotted silks, smart flowereq prints, stripes and plaids are useq for both costumes and accessorjeg for the woman who lives outside the urban crush, A simple dark wool coat should pg the basis of her wardrobe, designerg say, since with one frock it is suit. able for more occasions than a tail. ored suit. It may be navy blue, brown, dary gray or black, but the frock Which goes with it should be gay. “Prints” is Paris’ favorite advice for an all around Main St, frock, 4 dark blue foulard spattereq with jagged dots of crimson, green and beige may be worn with a dark lye coat, a red chip straw hat and g pe bag, and a brown and green shadowy plaid frock may accompany a plajy brown coat. Many of these little print frocks have elbow length sleeves go that wear at jth bridges and teas. Little frocks and suits of wash. | able silk such as shantung ang crepe Olympic are Paris’ newest offering to the smart suburbanite for less formal wear. Many of them are brightened by accessory sets of hat, scarf ang bag A beige shantung suit has a sail. or hat and scarf of green ang beige polka-dotted silk, while ga pale blue suit is touched up with accessorieg of navy blue and white striped linen, For days at home, porch parties and equally informal affairs cottons are everywhere. Printed musling, gay ginghams and even upholstery chintzes are fashioned into nonchal- ant short-sleeved frocks often com. bined with contrasting color. By Mrs. Walter Ferguson —Opposition to the parisitic wo- man in our civilization is growing more marked. Yet that opposition can hardly be consistent so long as men reserve to themselves the right to select the work women must do. And this trend is pronounced in most utter- ances of the average man. He wants woman to work but he wants her to work only at certain tasks which he will specify. The whole hullabaloo is an insidi- ous movement to get women back into the kitchen. And it is now be- ing urged in the name of patriotism, Yet those who shout for this ap- parently fail to realize that there are not half enough kitchens to hold the women and far too little domes- tic labor to keep all the women busy even for an hour a day, Moreover we are told that women buy nearly all the manufactured luxuries, or that they are bought at our instigation, and that prosperity depends upon a large selling volume. How then could taking away wo- men’s jobs actually help? The whole thing is a muddle. Everybody knows that. But let us at least try to be consistent and reasonable when we plan for eco- nomic stability. In the first place, two moves by men and women are necessary. They must take every child out of factory, mill and field and substitute adult labor at a decent wage. They must give to every woman the same pay for the same work that men receive. This is the sensible place to begin in our reconstruction program. Then our educational efforts should be altered, We spend too much money upon those who cannot take and do not really desire a cultural education. Boys and girls should be taught to work with their hands as well a8 their heads, especially if their heads are not so well stuffed with gray | matter. Domestic labor must be lifted to | that dignified status where it has | always belonged. The housewife must ' be given her rightful share of fam- ily income, not because her husband loves her, but because she has earn- ed it. We should advertise the home in- Stead of the cabaret as the center of true happiness. Family life must be reinstated as a civilizing force and marriage elevated to an intelli- gent rather than moving picture af- fair. To get back to sanity, well all have to Co-operate. —Jelly tumblers with tight-fitting | covers are most useful articles for the picnic basket. They serve as but: ter crocks, sugar bowls, gelatine pudding molds and receptacles for meat or vegetable salads and devil ed eggs. Plenty of oiled paper i essential, and one must always re member to separate articles with strong odors ‘and tastes—such a8 pickles, bananas, coffee or Spice things. ‘ Cold Tomato Soup.—4 cups toma: toes, 3 cucumbers, 2 tablespoons sugar, 3 teaspoons salt, ; teaspoon pepper, 2 cloves or garlic. . Slice but do not peel two cuca bers. Cook all ingredients slowly ! four cups of water for 30 pies, strain and cool. Peel and slice jd cucumber and soak in vinegar. i these thin slices on the icy ii soup. This amount is sufficient six, Rhubarb Conserve. —Chop thre pounds of rhubarb and one-half ea of figs and dates. Combine ees ingredients and mix with ts paunds of sugar. Simmer thick, stirring often.
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