COLLAR AD HERO REALLY ® ENNA MAY liked Arthur Green, but laughed at him. “It's no good, Arth” she said, “you can't help it, but you just aren't snappy. Nobedy is, here. That's why I'm going to get Dad to let me go to business school. I'll meet some of those wonderful fellows.” Her eyes wandered over the opened magazine in front of her to an Adonis in a “Mar- vellose” collar (“has the appearance and even the feel of linen, but a damp sponge cleans it"). “Gosh! you wouldn't want me to took like that guy?” sweetly sarcastic, The poor boy went home sadly un- happy. Football, and being a track man seemed to count for nothing with l.enna. She had the clothes muania— “got it bad,” he groaned. Lenna, meanwhile, was chewing the end of her fountain pen, a graduation gift. In front lay the magazine with the glorified collar-wearer. Lenna had an idea, and with Lenna thoughts were instantly transmuted into action. She giggled happily as she folded her letter and addressed it to the collar factory. She'd find out if such creatures really lived or if, as her dad had told her, they were the imagina- tions of the artists who drew them. “Looks like poor old Arth a bit, too,” she admitted to herself, “only Arth al- ways runs around in old sweaters, and his shoes! Gosh!” “You're mighty interested in the mail nowadays,” sald Dad, handing out the letters. “One for you, eh? Nothing but an ad, though.” Lenna blushed and said, “Gosh!” which might mean anything, and she only had one plece of lemon ple, so anxious was she to see what was in the “ad” letter. “That child can’t be well,” said Mom. “She never eats only piece of lemon ple.” “Boy crazy, that’s what,” said Pa, “Give me calves rather than girls, any time.” “1 shall certainly give her a liver pill,” continued Mom, looking for the box which lurked at the back of the sideboard. Lenna tore open the envelope and read that her hero really lived, but was not a New Yorker, lived upstate and hadn't ever given his real name to the artist who posed him. Was thought to be working his way through school and did this to earn money and the firm was hers for bigger and better business, etc. Lenna grabbed the magazine again. It was like Arth; but, of course, it couldn't be Arth, for he would tell her. And, anyway-—oh, well, she'd write an other letter to the pseudonym of the young man and try him out. Lenna loved his chin and the way his hair grew . . he was keen, there was no doubt smooth .s » Ohl she had to find out who he was and if he lived near, why, what mightn't happen? She sat motionless on the edge of her bed in the moonlight and could almost hear the wedding march —or was it “O Perfect Love?’ Lenna hadn't much ear for music. That was Mom on the creaky stair, “Aren't you feeling well, How is it you're not in bed?” I.enna frowned. “I'm fine, Can't I think once in a while?” “Here, take one of these pills,” said Mom, turning on the light. “I thought sou looked yellow this morning, It's eating all that ice cream at the social Thursday.” “I'm not billions, Ma,” cried Lenna. but she swallowed the pill, since this was the way of least resistance, and her mother left her. In due course a reply came in type writing that said the writer was very busy and could not see anyone; what he earned took care of his school fees, and he had no time to make dates with anyone, She cried about it and looked so woebegone that she barely escaped a second pill, for her mother placed the seat of the emotions in the liver, Then Arth came to tell her he was going to the State university, “But I thought you weren't going until next year,” she sald. “I'm eighteen. The sooner 1 grad uate the sooner I make a man’s salary, I have a chance to get In with the Waterworks company when I take my B. Se. Then, maybe, you'll let me talk differently to you.” “But how did you get your money, Arth?' Lenna wasn't subtle, “One way and another,” evasively. “Lenna, I know you despise me be cause I run around in old clothes, but that was the only way. I have to save every cent, I must get through, that's all. Then I'll walk In on you dressed more like a city guy, and we'll see.” Lenna longed to ask him about that boy in the collar ad. Arth might know who he was. Arth was so like him, but of course Arth never wore a collar, In a year from that day in walked Arth—a changed Arth as to clothes, but with the same expression that asked for Lenna, Lenna had been away at business school. She had a little too much powder on her nose and her mouth was a trifle smudgy with lipstick. Oth- erwise she twas the same overwhelm ingly healthy girl, She giggled. Arth accepted this as a happy omen. He took her In his arms. Lenna didn't resist, but she whispered, “Was one Lenna? Mom it you, Arth? You me." , Arth laughed a little shamefacedly. “I'' tell you something, Lenna, When I do wear collars, I wear linen ones, not fakes made of rubber, They're for tramps, see? You didn't realize that because you were just a kid; you're a kid new, honey, see? jut I have collars in my suitcase and I believe the old red sweater is doing duty now as a scarecrow. What d'you think about that?" Lenna cuddled closer. “Good idea,” she giggled. might have told #4 Joaquin Miller's Joke on Famous London Club Julian Hawthorne thus describes the “Poet of the Sierras” as he knew him in London in the early '70s: Joaquin Miller and I were, I think, the only Americans in the Savage club at this date. Joaquin, a licensel libertine, charming, amiable, and harmless, amusing the club and him- self by costuming his part as Poet of the Sierras, sombrero, red shirt open at the neck, flowing scarf and sash, trousers tucked into spurred boots, long hair down over his shoulders, and a great blond beard. “It helps sell the poems, boys!" “and it tickles the duchesses.” He would tell us tall tales of “My Call- fornia”; of buffalo running wild down Beacon street, Boston; of wild ad- ventures with Walker of Niearagua, with his big hat tipped on the back hand. the Indian sign, and his dramatizations and Isms, though to uncredited it was apt to be a little frigid. warm day in the June season, A per- slumming adventure, apparently, from his proper haunts. He slender, ebony cane, seated monogrammed his aristocratic with a crossed legs, toned the black Prince Albert, took out a silver cigarette case from the pocket of his white walstcoat, After patting the white camelia in his buttonhole, and without removing his silk hat, he held up a fore- finger to the waiter. “A whisky and soda !” to the normal member of the Savage club, The waiter was disconcerted, gloved but tary and manager, he knew his duty, and would do It; but he was courteous to the core. He wore his disarming “Pardon me, but it is a rule of the club that refreshments can be served only to the regularly intro- smile, monocle in his eye, Willie up and down, stroked his smooth chin, his pointed mustache, and suddenly burst Into a shout ter. “What's eating you, Don't you like my new rig? surveyed twisted Willle? Yes, it was really ond street tallor and the hairdresser, can do wonders, It was years before Joaquin's hair and beard grew to their right length again, but the of his stratagem pensated him -—From “Joaquin and His Other Seif,” Truefitt, SUCCESS Fixed Income Indeed, it is change in temper a fixed income will bring about. No force in the can take from me my £500, Food, house and clothing are mine forever. There- fore, not merely do effort and cease, but also hatred and bitterness, I need not hate any man, he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man, he has nothing to give me. . . . Indeed, my aunt's legacy unveiled the sky to me, and substituted for the man, which Milton recommended for my perpetual adoration, a view of the open sky.—From “A Room of One's Own,” by Virginia Woolf. “Rap” Has Two Meanings When you say a thing is not worth a “rap,” you are not referring to a rap with your knuckles, originated “rap” meant a small copper coin used In Ireland whose value Is half a farthing. 1714-21. Because it often passed for a halfpenny it was called a rap, a word coming from the German term “rappie,” which means a counterfeit copper coin brought to the British Isles by Irish soldiers who had seen service on the continent.—Capper's Weekly. Alternative At the automobile show a man and woman were discussing a popular small four-seater, the woman appear. ing to lay down the law and the man nodding, without any enthusiasm. Suddenly he drew a tape measure from his pocket, He measured the door of the car and then turned to the woman, “All right, Mary,” he sald. “Have it your own way! Bul that bus has either got to have larger doors or I've got to have a smaller mother-inlaw.” No Gold-Beating Machine Gold beating Is an art that eannot be done other than by hand. Gold, 238 carats fine, is rolled into thin ribbons, cut into squares, then many layers of it are placed between parchment and beaten for hours, The squares are quartered, placed between goldbenter's skins, beaten four hours and then again for six hours-~Providence Journal, § TEPHEN'S father was a very rich man, Oh, he was an enormously rich man, Stephen lived the life of a very rich little boy. His father had sev- eral automobiles, and when Stephen wanted to go anywhere it was sim- ply a question of which automobile would be used and whether the chauf- feur named Tucker would take him, or whether the chauffeur named Simp- son would drive the car. He went to the seashore for two months of the year, and to the coun- try for another two months, and South for two of the winter months, and to A northern city for two months. another The rest of the year he was taken traveling or to the family home in a place which was just like a village during the week, but which pecame a rich little city for the week- end. Stephen had often thought it would be nice to be in this place during the Wafreny -h . He Had Climbed the Fence. good week. He had been told of the time the children had. He had been told, the school and of the fun they had in the differ ent school teams, jut the family never had stayed anywhere long enough for him to get to know the boys and girls In the place, Of course they had houses in these different places, but not one of them seemed Just exactly like There wasn't much fun in anything because there was always so much money that everything seemed too easy to too, of home, buying get. There wasn't much fun when he got anything as he has never had to earn little sums of money or save toward hnything. And he him. He always had a governess with couldn't go to school except In an automobile, and he had to have the governess there, too, She him to school and came for him, and yet he was not a little boy. Boys far younger than he went to school by themselves. More than that—they looked sisters and brothers younger they were. It was just before they went South, when Stephen was spending a little time In the city home, that he had a plan. It was a beautiful plan, he worked it all out very, very carefully. Once during he had talked to a boy across fence from school yard. They were bullding in that lot, next to the school yard, and a number of children had come there to play while the workmen were having their lunch. Stephen had heard from the boy of the that did, in turn had told some way he lived. It was after this talk tl had made his plans, One day, just as school was he and it peared that Rone, He had b the fence and into the vacant lot he had rushed and around the corner. taken a trolley. As he got on the trolley he p dollar bill from his pocket. “How much is It?" he “Five the conductor an swered, and gave Stephen a great deal took after than and recess the the and Stephen things of the things he mit Stephen the sch he hi 1 noticed rushed into not until fuayone out, was He lowered urried ! had below, the street had Then up There he illed a asked. cents, of chunge Then Stephen sat down in the trol ley. There pers, too, ber of ch ones with thelr m with older The 4 wanted to get of were many T°! “"w syed here were quite other passen #2 Dun ildren, older ones alone ¢ younger others 1 brothers and sisters cur stopped every time anyone or on at the corners. and every seemed to One in the matter, It was thrilling. He sa posite other people—wonderft he had never seen before! He got off at the street nearest his He met his mother, who was upset. had know he uffeur found him gi school? home. greatly What didn't he when the cha had reached his Yes, he probably had been quite bac And And had worried them, he been doing? and the ne when they he was never allowed money after this—everything was pald out for him he would not chance to ride in trolley cars, but had had that ride and he (Copyright) 80 have hie was happy. “Dear Editor: CTHE WHY of SUPERSTITIONS By H. IRVING KING ERE I am in Arkansas, “gin” implies work and not some thing to drink. The waitress the tonight put chopped milk. If it's that near to On the ferry crossing the Ohio and live “Want a good man to stroke I'l let These southerners make you think but they're not. We “You can make it in an hour and forty-five minutes,” he said, “it's only seventy- two miles, Joy, page Colonel Lind- bergh "Fred Barton. (Copyright) “A portable typewriter is one that Is easily carried away by a traveling salesman, and may be set down any. where,” WHISTLING FOR A WIND Ts is a widespread superstition among sailors which Is translated into practice somewhere on the Seven Seas every day of the year. The sail or on the deck of the coasting schoon er becalmed off Cape Cod whistles for a wind in the same manner as did the mariner on the Greek galley beealmed off marbled Ithaca in the days when “Homer swept the lyre” The heathen of classical times—at least in the lower orders—was always trying to deceive his gods. To “put one over” on High Olympus was con. sidered a proper and rather clever thing to do. Now Aeolus was god of the winds which he loosed from the cavern where he had them confined to swell the lagging sail with favoring breezes or to lash the waves with the fury of a gale. But perchance Aeolus slept and the winds slept with him; or he gloried and drank deep on Olym- pian heights unheeding of the loitering ships and imprisdned winds. Then the Greek sailor whistled for a wind. Now when the sailor whistles for a wind he does not really “whistle” but expels his breath from between his lightly closed lips with a peculiar sibilant sound mingled with a slight whistling noise—very much such a sound as the radiator makes some. times when the steam Is just begin. ning to get up. It Is supposed to Im. itate the first sounds of a breeze be- ginning to stir In the rigging. Acolus heaves. What! Has some one unsurped his functions? Or has a breeze gone out without his permis. sion? He gets on his job at once, and though he may see that he has been tricked, releases the desired breese— unless he should be In bad humor, when he releases a storm wind and makes the whistling sallor roe his whistling. So through the long ages the custom of whistling for a wind has come down from the sailors of Jason's fleet to the fishermen of the Grand Banks. (E by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) animism Yenmmmmmsims Bait for the Foolish A woman writer says that mischief causes dimples, The majority of men think that dimples cause mischief. Chicago News. Her name is really Banky Vilma. She is a native of Nagydorog, a little town near Budapest, Hungary. Her mother was a stage star in Hungary. Vilma became ambitious for screen honors, later prominent producer, and playing lead parts. She heard from the screen in Heaven” talking picture. soon was mo — ot———— For Meditation By LEONARD A. BARRETT COGOOOOO0BO00 LINCOLN’S PROMISE i that he would sign the his diary of found, written ' Ine 11 5 ing 168 words: I will We nervous What domitable « a resolotion! r with ergy. can tion! “I have prom 8 It." No couragement dis conquer a spirit like that, Those words determination which was capable of levs riers, clear passage way in the forests tangled A co bora the Great of tor; hi naginaiion fact. The & task of realizing c demands the Lincoln of self to a pur was not unconscious of the he would have to When these but already realized Hpreme ideals consecration pose, He difficulties great meet difficulties arose them with somethin of 8 more than humor. He did that also, exercised a spirit of self con which was mere but trol nothing less taarvelous Lincoln never lost pa tience, Hig mind though brilliant moved slowly. Fortunately it did, fo: Sonise than disastrous In those our national his have proven critical periods tory do It. A deep conviction, expresse in a noble resolution, and finally real ized by patient waiting and self con trol, It is one thing to have an ideal: It very of Convictions and resolu tions without patience and self con trol do not carry us very far. incident was recently related prominent business man In New York who every day took a stroll through Central park, usually in the morn ings on his way to his office. During these walks this man would say t« himeelf: Let what will come during the day, 1 must not lose my self con trol. I must be a gentleman under all circumstances. [I must not allow un fortunate moods to waste my energy but must work it all up into effective ness. This self-tuning he called o tremendous tonic and since he adopt ed this self-tuning, the article stated he has gone ahead by leaps and bounds. (©, 1930, Western Newspaper Union) realization. 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When your kidneys get slug- glsh and clog you must relieve them, like you relieve your bowels, remov- ing all the body's urinous waste, else you have backache, sick headache, dizzy spells; your stomach sours, tongue is coated and when the weath- er is bad you have rheumatic twinges. 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