Evening public ledger. (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, December 09, 1915, Night Extra, Page 17, Image 17

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    EVENING- LEDGER-PHILADELPHIA, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 9, 1915.
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"TqillMiABGtl often Bold, the
WmB thln about her old house
K Te fact that -you romu .n .u
S room into . l''"" -h yon
2? ..J to ' t"lr,lc9 or fultcr",s or
CL or .rh " hnd 0,,,J'
g 7,,o the n.c.nllon-l.lcalc.1 doors,
" ?ik. Wfo W n"nst l,lC WR" m,d
ST. ml owr the register.
.:,ht he una i"'" . ,..":i',t
ITJd the poller ami imcu .
IT", -in. cucsts. Tliero were so niuny
S thai they e
i. Iliat they occupieu u.i-iy .-...
,.tj tnai '',', , unBtntra chairs
M noa." ' . i,trli of ramp
r,w. . i..-i. nf faitin utoolfl from
lij l iaic " ..........i -
?'" .,nVhaw's-tno imaoruiKi'i ,
taker's.
' i' .... It was nev
or n real parly
EIn T",M.,t funeral unless these per-
F"J li They always ndded a dash of
Wf ""., to the dullest evening, for at
ffi "moment one of them -could bo
J fK upon to collapse heneuth somo
SosHlng Mm or her In n small
"r'-.-iiaiwl wood-pile on the lloor.
'?.. dramatle. hut even droller, wns tho
iY,.Li spt-tiele of the solemn man
ho entered a room currying one of theso
, neatly folded, proceeded to ft
St POt and there attempted vainly
Wn the tlitriB. This was pretty suro
Stappen at 'east once, und It gave an
,,.tlbly light toueh even to funerals.
Tonight at Mrs. Shlllahcr's the evening
mitlt fce Mid to he well under way; fnt
MfGtSSal had already splashed through
Hi ramp "tool and leacon Peavey was
. .1 nnrk on his: n snicker had Just
Lutei out of the minister's wife (of all
tecpH!) ana i"'- u.-m.u iuibu i
breathed an expletive dangerously closo
. nrnf.inltv.
r. tirld In honor of Mrs.
lI,,.S-. clrlhond friend, Hlrdallno ,
S Wrson (now Mr"- I'hlnean Dutldyi.
SrfSw and Mr. flhlllabcr (tlicn Joslo
Sri ") had been flrrrc rlyals for the
." of Asaph Shlllaher. Josle had got
lore oi i ,,,..,,... ,, itir.iiiiiiii.
tlm my '";:.n
ftStad mlle.l on lMrdallne, and I'hln
grooved owoy-to IVorla, no ess! And
tw they were hack on a visit to his
Irwrla haJ l,onc "'on110 for I'hl"'
Ererybody said that; and Hlrdallno nlso
krougM nlomr a grown-up daughter, Pa
iiela. who was evidently beautiful and,
imrdlnx to her mother, n highly ne
fomcllshed voralist.
lit seemed straiwe to Hlrdallno an.
fl to meet aft.,, all these years.....
tTifaloJS. not of each otlier, nui 01
Lulu "as UK tlu'V themselves had
L, the last time they nnu see.. ;..
X Ea.'li woman told the other that
""". ii..,.. vnr. mill e.ich
Iihe 100KC.I vuiiiiKvi ....
Siv the pillage of tlmo In tho opposite
rlTn the acr retlon of time In the onco ho
mcllc flgure It was melancholy satls
Sctlon at best, for each knew a 1 too
( .. t.... i.. ...in nilrrnr slaiincd her In
Itu nun ....
tie face with her own lmane.
c 01 course, Josle had to risk Ulrdallno s
tashter to sins And tho Klrl, bclm; of
tie new and rather startling school of
tunners wlilih accedes without undue
wilnp, blushlnnly oiii.ciited. provided
lltlere was any music mere mai nire cuum
1 1 ling and eomo ono who would play her
jeeompa'ment.
iX tattered copy of "Tho Uast Itosc of
fummer" was unearthed, and Mr. Xor
"sin Maugans, who played the melodcon
U the Presbyterian prayer meetings, was
nobbed Into essaying the accompa'ment.
He was no great shiuks at slght-rcadlnB,
te said, but he would do his durndest.
nThe news that the pretty and novel
0i3 Duddy would sine brought all tho
pieste for ard In u huddle like cattlo lit
home-coming time. 13 von Deacon Peavey.
laptop his vow to open that camp stool
or dle'and sat down In a draught to lis
ten. The perspiration cooled on him and
he caught a terrible cold hut that was
Mrs. Peavey' s business, not ours.
t Mlsa Pamela middy sidled Into tho cl
bow of the pinun with a. most nttrnctivo
ilttenlshness and waited for tho prelude
)o be done. This required somo time,
since the ancient sheet music had a dis
tressing habit of folding over and, as It
jtere, swooning from tho rack Into tho
pianists arms. Besides, Mr. Maugans
Jis so used to playing the melodeon that
Instead of tapping the keys ho was con
tinually squeezing them, anil nothing
ctme. And when ho wished to lncrcaso
FARMER
GOOD-NIGHT TALKS
Dear Children Some creat man
fus eaid, "Be suro vou're richt. then
ho ahead."
p I want to talk to you about your
Welters. I want you to read over every
Rtntence after you have written it.
Read the questions we ask and bo
bURE you know what the question
fteans before you start to nnswer it.
I Save time, for time is money.
I If you are a member of Farmer
emith's Rainbow Club, remember one
FARMER SMITH, Children's. Editor,
Evening Ledger, Philadelphia, Pa.
I wish to become a member of your Rainbow Club and agree to
DO A LITTLE KINDNESS EACH AND EVERY DAY.
SPREAD A LITTLE SUNSHINE ALL ALONG THE WAY.
Name ,
Address -.
Ago
School I attend
GREAT DOINGS IN TOYLAND
Whatsermatter?" asked Gum Drop, Santa Clous' "handy man," ns-he
w Presto and Spark Plug running downstairs.
run the sneeze box!" shouted Presto to Gum Drop.
Gum Drnn ran nrwtnira fn thn Tinvt Htnr. nnd. onfinino n red box", nulled
wn a little hook. In a few minutes there was such a clatter!
,j, Everybody was running hither und thither. Bells were ringing, and
"a Was SUeh n enrnmnfinn
E,' Santa Claua was going to sneeze!
E. VerV timn tliA llu tt allmir trnnforl
irm from a "sneeze box," and an hour
I "e day we are sneaMnr nlinnt he
Peee, and that started all the racket.
grating when Miss B. Fuddle said: "I thought you were going to sneeze!"
I IOrnf nil aliAl.t I lr.i.r.V.n.1 Cnnln flnua Tlton Tle T) Pinlllrt .tmnfr li
fe- mtle fed box on the wall and pulled
IS sneeze was over,
m . nnen the bell rang the Tiny Tingles
r-elr fingers out of their ears.
I'm glad it's all over," said Miss Belinda Sniggle Fritz. .
Wasn't it AWFUL?" said Johnnie Thingermabob.
1 Do You Know This?
iSfenii.'1 sel"ence can you form
BiGATP?am&.FL0RENCE NIGHT
f wi ("ve credits-)
fTSd vl 1S lhere that contains holes
Iplita?) may holU water? (Three
feadatn, 2 are u bltds " a tree
mil nS ,hoo&fivc hw many birds
I 'f51ain? (Three , r0,l.
t, Wh-, J. .-..,
Itfay wmm. "ST tt- amir raise in
k a weather? i Three credits.)
THE LAST ROSE OP SUMMER
By RUPERT HUGHES
his volume of tone he would hold his
hands still and slowly open his knees
against swell-lovers that were not there.
This earnest futility gave so much
amusement to Josle's youngest daughter
thnt she had to bo eyed out of the room
by her inolher.
Miss Pamela bent her pretty head and
took from her luvcnllo breast one big red
rose and held It in her hands wlilk fins
saim'. liurlng flie final stanza she plucked
away Its petals one by ono nhd at the end
let the shredded roro fall upon the
highly Improbable roses woven In Josle's
American Wilton carpel.
The girl's fontures and her attitudes
were sheer Uroclnni her accent was the
purest 1'eorla. Now and then Mho rc
membcred to Insert ah Itnll.in "a," hut
sho forgot to suppress tho Italian "r,"
which Is exactly tho same as that of 11
llnolH, but lacks its context or prestige.
Her fresh, uncultivated voice was less
faithful to the key limn t cr exquisite
throat. To that same exquisite throat
clung on0 fascinated eye of Mr. Maugans,
whoso other orb angrily glowered at tho
music, as If to overawe It. Had he pos
sessed a third eye it might have guided
his hands along the keyboard with more
Miss Palmchi Duchty sidled into
the elbow of the piano with a
most attractive kitteni.slincss,
accuracy; but this detail could have af
fected the result but little, since his
hands were Incessantly compelled to
clutch the incessantly deciduous music
and slap It back on the rack.
Two stanzas had thus been punctuated
before a shy old maid named Deborah
I.arrabeo ventured to rlso and stand at
the piano, supporting tho music. This
compelled her to a closer proximity to a
nlco young man than she had known for
so many years that she almost outblushed
the young girl.
Deborah was rifruld to look nt anybody,
yet when she cast her eyes downward she
had to watch those emotional knees of
Mr. Muugans slowly parting in tho cres
cendo that never came,.
Hut tho audience was friendly, and tho
composer and tho poet were too dead to
gyrate In the distant graves. The somr
therefore hail unmitigated success and
the words wero so familiar that every
body knew pretty well what Pamela was
driving at when she sang:
'TIs thuh laliha-ha utrow zof Mim-mah
Lp-ef liloo-oO'lioo mlnntiK u)i-lnno;
Aw lur lu-uh-uh vteo cnme-p;in-yun
Zali-har fny-ay-yay ilud nlimi Knwn-n-n.n.
No-woo llow-nunr rot her klnnn-ilrml.
No-woo ro-hoco bull ills nlejr-ee-cyceyc-cyo,
To re-llc-cli-ec' liah-curblii-nhuzz
Aw-hor Bl-yl-hlv au-Msh for au-lilsh!
Thryo was hardly a dry eye or a pro
testing car In tho throng as she reached
tho climax.
The girl's mother was not hard to find
among the applauding auditors. Sho
looked like the wrecked last September's
rpse of which her daughter was the next
Mr Gp
SMITH'S RAINBOW CLUB
of our first obj'ccts is to think cor
rectly. If you arc not a member of our
club, join today and bo sure you follow
directions. You must agree to do
something in order to get your button.
That something is to sign the Rain
bow Club pledge.
Read tho pledge carefully. Sign it
and try to live up to it.
1 FARMER SMITH,
Children's Editor, Evening Ledgkh.
in enpnTA enmn nnn tmrl frt rrtvA th
after that Santa Claus would sneeze.
told Miss B. Fuddle ho was trointr to
One hour afterward he was busy
the hook, which was the signal that
in Santa Claus Toy Factory all took
For the
Wee Ones
fi?
A Grasshopper sat
On a hickory limb.
A Hoptoad came
Anj winked at him.
June's hud. Tho softened mood of Hlrda
line nnd the tears that bedewed her
cheeks pave 1-er back Just enough of the
beauty she had had to emphasize how
much she had lost.
And Josle, her quondam rival In the
garden, was sweetened by melancholy.
Ifin It -., 4... Lhanllnlllt. ,ln,,n 11111'
mere genenwdty, but a prising sympathy
mat warmed her tone as she squcczea
lllfdnluip's arm and told her how well
her daughtei had sung.
A numbir of matron felt the same
attar of irgtct in the air. They had been
beautiful in their days and wajs, and
now felt like the dismantled rose on the
lloor. The common tragedy of beauty be
lated nnd foredone saddened everybody
In tho room; ttie old women had ex
perienced It; the young women foresaw
It; the men knew It as the destruction of
the beauties they loved or had loved.
Everybody was sad but Deborah Larra
bee. That homely little spinster slipped Im
pudently Into tho elbow of the piano, Into
tho place still warm fiom the presence
of Pamela, and sho railed at the sorrow
of her schoolmates, Josle and Hlrdallno.
Her Voire was ns sharp bb the old piano
strings.
"That song's all wrong, seems to me.
girls. Pretty toon and nlco words, hut I
can't make out why everybody feels
sorry for tho last rose of summer. It's
the luckiest roso In tho world. Tho rest
of 'em have bloomed too soon or Just
when nil the other roses nro blooming, or
when people are sort of tired of roses.
Hut this one Is saved up till tho last. And
then when tho garden la all dying out
nnd the bushes nro Just dead stalks and
the other rosea aro wilted and brown,
and folks say "I'd give anything for tho
sight of a rose,' along comes this rose
and blooms alone! Seems to mo It has
the laugh on nil tho rest."
This heresy had the usual success of
attacks on sacred texts; tho orthodox
paid no heed to tho value of tho argu
ment; they Pimply resented Its Impu
dence. Hut all they said to Deborah was
an indulgent, "That's so, Debby," nnd a
polite, "I never though of that."
As Deborah turned away triumphant to
repeat what she had Just said to Mr.
Maugans she overheard Hlrdallno mur
mur to Josln in a kinship of contempt,
"Poor old Debby!"
And Josle consented, "Sho can't under
stand! She never was n rose."
It uai as If Hlrdnlinc and Josle had
slipped it knife under Deborah's left
shoulder blade and pushed It Into her
heart. Sho felt a mortal wound. She
clung to tho plnno and remembered some
thing sho had overheard Joslo say In
exactly that tone far hack In that prime
val epoch when Debbv had been 10 as
sweetless a 16 as a girl ever endured.
On that memorable night Hlrdallno had
given a party and Deborah had gone. No
fellow had taken her; but then Hlrdallno
lived Just across the street from Deborah,
nnd Debby could run right over unnoticed
and run homo nlono safely afterward.
Debby was safo .inywhero whero It wns
not too dark to sco her. Her face was
her chaperone.
Asaph Shillubcr took Joslo to Hlrdallne's
party that night, and ho danced three
times with Debby. Each time as sho
knew and protended not to know he had
come to her because of a mix-up In his
program, or becauso she was tho only girl
left without u. partner. But a dnnce was
a dance, and Asaph was awful light on
his feet, for all ho was so big.
After she had danced tho third time
with him ho led her hnstlly to a chair
against tho stairway deposited her llko
an umbrella nnd left her. She did not
mind his desertion, but sat panting with
the breathlessncss of tho danco and with
tho Joy of having been in Asaph's arms.
Then sho heard low voices on tho stair
way, voices back of her, Just above her
head. She knew them perfectly. Joslo
was attacking Asnph becauso ho had
danced three times with Hlrdallue,
"Hut sIic'b tho hostess!" Asaph had re
torted, "llcsldes, I danced with Deb Lar
rabeo three times, too. Why don't you
fuss about that?"
Deborah pe.kcd nn anxious ear to hear
how Josle would accept this rivalry, and
Josle's answer fell Into her ear like poi
son. CONTINUED TOMOItnOW.
"With Our Little Authors
DOWNY CHICK
Mrs. Biddy's brood was a happy one,
except for ono little chick, whose name
was Downy Chick. He liked to disobey
his mother and go to forbidden places.
She scolded him to no avail. One day
he wandered across tho sand bank,
and there a big eagle swooped down
and picked him up. Dear! he was
scared. Tho big bird was scared, too,
becauso Downy Chick was the first lit
tle chicken she had ever held in her
claws. Sho let Downy slip from her
claws, and he fell straight down on a
thorny bush. His mother found him
and fixed his bruises, but the wounds
that he had received made him resolvo
never to disobey again.
WINIFRED QUIRK,
Addison street.
Our Postoffice Box
George Tanguay is an active mem
ber of the Wampum Squad. Of
course, you all know the Wampum is
the "make money" squad, and that is
just what George
is doing, making
money. He Bays,
"I make my money
by selling papers. I
put all away, ex
cept just enough
for the next day's
papers." This isn't
all George does;
just at present he
GEO. TANGL'AV.
Arch Street.
is collecting toys
and books for those who haven't any.
I'd like to shake hands with this little
man, wouldn't you?
Nicholas Pele, of Hicks street,
writes to say that his little family
would like to see -the Rainbow Club's
Santa Claus for a few minutes on
Christmas morning. There aro four
members in Nicholas family. Santa
acknowledges the invitation and hopes
to meet them all at the stated time. He
also says that he will see William and
Henry Duffenbeck, of Glenmore ave
nue, right after he leaves Nicholas"
house.
What a lot of letters we do get from
New Jersey! Some mornings it seems
as though Camden must be quite as
large as Philadelphia. Write on, lit
tle irtcnrXi across tne water, we love
to hear from you '
p&tf
flD SCRAPPL E t "
' Their Master's Voice" record of th
American noem (aS applied to tho Cro
to bo n soldier.
People Wc Haven't Had the Pleasure
to Meet
iip&s
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Ct-fl.j I i.
Tho rasulnn Dhow.
The man who renlizca that tliero Is
something funny about Just missing
tho train.
i
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THE HUMAN COMEDY
-TUrtUlTILS SMllIMp UOiSE.) A CilXNCi
Cfr WHITE. HOPfA
MD
AND THI OLoonY CVJS Gi&TS OUT
a TIAiHj (JAV.I Tn Oc tirrnr..t
pi INLY " HOW To RE tHeCUTut"
V QbTUri
&MH HEI5F". AClflS iARTllMEl
C,ETTlNCi 3. SO A OY FoR TAINTinJ
fflNSIliSl r -'"i"1!
These Men Never Got Their Jobs
Encouraging
"She la too good for me. I shall
never win her lovo."
"Itubblsh! Plenty of other fellows
have. Why shouldn't you?"
AND THE WORST
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c Kaiser's famous adaptation of the
wn l'rincc)-4 wish I'd raised my boy
Good Advice
MecHlns That brute, McCadden,
threatens to kick mo next tlmo wo
meet. What Bhall I do7
Bquockons Sit down every time you
sco him coming.
WHILE THIS YCHlrJOi VVMALC MftKCb
ALIV1WS. THiWAf
.....nt MYL.vC a"1"
. k rvinn Tft IHltttPi
NO " Venc
VMHCREftb HIS SIOCPAW.TNE.R
MAKES rt GOOD INC6MC WRlTINC,
roNETlSU N0TIC.CS l
fWHEN V6RCY "PCftlWINKLE HAS A
q0OO 0013 MIXINC, HCH EKr-UOSWES
11N f nJii..M
on Their Looks, That's Sure
"53M
IS YET TO COME
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I vmy harouoA .- -s6 I
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VLi BAO "TM& TV3Rnit;VtFE To
CA"WH f UOOKIMG- AT
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A Plain Poppy
"I heard Mabel say when sho was en
saged that sho hnd selected tho vory
flower ot her admirers. I wonder what
particular ono she llkoned him to?"
"Well, when they were first married sho
considered him tho very pink of perfec
tion, but now that tho baby has put his
noso out of Joint he's Just a plain poppy."
Baltimore American.
THE "IMPRESSIONISTS" AT AN ART SHOW
- -.... .
Terrible effect of pictures on a
Flickering Lights
Mrs. Brown My husband la the
light of my life.
Mrs. Smith So la mine. One of tho
kind that smokes and goes out at
night.
r-'ivay r-ra r- -are ejr Bu'b- sir' '
' "-i - 1 'h' i"a- get ie our"at"Ti h!r t-altiig', HI ba
-
Quite Cnpablo
Mistress (to new servant whom sho
Is Interviewing) You qulto under
stand, of course, that I never glvo
any assistance? I really need a very
capable person who can do everything
herself.
Bridget Bogorrah, mum, and I
know what yc'ro afthor. Sure, mum,
In me Inst placo t dusted, unshed,
mangled nnd cooked mcself I
B9
Dally Sketch.
too-Impressionable visitor to the galleries.
rnn Puti-h Bowl.
TUB BLACKMAILER.
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