Life's Problems Are Discussed BT MRS. WILSON WOODKOW What are the requisites of the Vieal woman? What are those of *he Ideal man? Whit Is the age of romance? When does It begin? What are its limits or boundaries? These questions arise from hav ing read of the remarkab' j conclu sions reached by the English com mittee which decided that the ideal woman was forty and had Ive chil dren. Nothing can make me believe that that committee was not com posed exclusively of women, and that this was not a crafty design on their part to displace the eternal Aphrodite, who haunts the wayward Imagination of man, for a more •Inid goddess. Vain effort. "Ephralm Is Joined to his idols. Let him alone," Man, if he has truly found expression through the poets and novelists, Is now too set in his Ideals to be changed; and to Judae him by his own words, his ideal woman is cer tainly different from the admirable lady of forty with the five children. Take for instance, on© oi the ftreat portraits of literature. Thack eray's description of Beatrice Es mond: "She was a brown beauty. That ! Is, h<* eyes, hair, eyebrows and lashes were dark, her hair curling with rich undulations and waving over hor shoulders. But her com plexion was as dazzling white as snow in sunshine, except her creeks which were a bright red .and her lips which were of a still deeper crimson. Her mouth and chin, they said, were too large and full; and so .they were for a goddess In marble, but not for a woman whose eyes were fire, whose look was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry. Cap Your Jellies I and Jams with a coating of H! t PAROWAX—the | extra - refined paraffine. It's the sure way and the |||m modern way to shut out mold and fermentation. £[3 No more bothersome f r MUSIC HUNGER r The concert season is over. Except here and there the theatres are dark. 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Further more, lnjary to tb records is likely to result if you attempt to play them on an ordinary phonograph or talking machine TUESDAY EVENING, Bringing up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service By MCMCLMIS v CURSED > BEAUTY - >rouß k/' *riKjitr ar*r APOIJT TIMF ' health, decision, activity, whose foot as It planted Itself on the ground was firm but flexible, and whose motion whether rapid or slow was always perfect grace—agil# as a nymph, lofty as a queen—now melt 1. now imperious, now sarcastic, there was no single movement of hers but what was beautiful, As he thinks of her, he who writes feels young again, and remembers a par agon,-' King Solomon, whose taste was etrtainly catholic, paid a handsome tribute to the lady of forty with the five children, affirming that her price was above rubies. But he wrote a whole book of songs to a Shula mite girl who looked at him with laughter in her eyes and youth in her smile, and he probably filled her little fists with rubies, not to men tion pearls and diamonds. Landor is vague as to the age of Rose Aylmer, to whom he conse crated a "night of memories and sighs," and who inspired the verses which are sheer music: "Ah, what avails the sceptered race! Ah, what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace! lios6 AylmST7 all were thine!" But I am sure she must have been "fair and kind and young." Certainly Swineburne's "daughters of songs and of stories, that life is not weary of yet,*' were not ladies of forty with comfortable little broods. I am inclined to think that this matronly ideal we are offered is about as true to reality as the por traits of the ideal man which oc casionally appear in the public prints when a number of women are asked to give their views on the subject. I went to a luncheon recently where the conversation passed na turally from the verdict of this com mittee on the Ideal 'Woman to a dis cussion of the Ideal Man. At first he took on very much the semblance of the hero of the woman's page and the Sunday sup plement symposiums, a strong, noble character, with a deep, un swerving love in his heart for but one woman, an ornament to church and State, the delight of his own hearthstone, and above all what is known in New England as a good provider. All of the women present vied with one another in extolling this imaginary Sir Galahad. And yet to the discerning eye there loomed behind him the shad -1 ow of Launcelot. HAKRISBURG TELEGRAPH Presently everyone grew tired of saying what she thought she ought to say, and we began more fully to reveal ourselves. One of us said: "When I was considered old enough to read novels, my grand mother used to dole out to me a few tepid works of fiction; but I bided my time and when she nodded in her chair, I would slide off of the table beside her Ouida's "Under Two Flags,•" and be lost in it until re called to the world by a sharp rap on' the ear from her knuckles." "Ah! Bertie Cecil!" A reminis cent sigh went about the board at tho mention of that unmatched' hero of romance—the idol, the dar ling, the dream and tho star of ev ery school girl. Our hostess was a very old .and frail and tiny lady, a stately formal person with a delicate, haughty face. "I'm old," she remarked, "and I'm frankly cynical. I believe in very few things. Least of all, do I be lieve in encouraging youthful non sense. But when I first saw the Mayechal of France, the hero of the Marne, the man who had won the greatest battle in all history, why, something happened to me. When I came to. I found that I was not only yelling like a wild Indian, but had torn my bonnet from my vener able head and was waving it in the air. Later when I met him, I had recovered my composure; bu' at that moment, if a policeman had not withheld me, I would have cast my bonnet at Joffre's feet under the delusion that it was a bouquet of flowers." The rest of us admitted without exception that we too had shouted ourselves hoarse upon the same oc casion. "But the 'Blue Devil!' " apos trophized another woman, and asain a sigh ran about the table as ecstatic as that evoked by the memory of Bertie Cecil. "When I caught my first glimpse of him," confessed a stout, middle aged lady whose husband is a clergy man, "with his Tam on the side of his head and that adorable reckless smile on his face, I knew that per fectly good wife and mother as I am, it needed but one word, and I would have turned the key in the door of. my apartment, and have stolen out with my jewels tied up in a pocket handkerchief, to fly with I him." ■ • . "He reminded me of the Three | Guardsmen,' " murmured a lady I whose hair was beginning to turn. "Ah, I shall never forget what I D'Artagnan meant to me." "Nor I the worship I gave to Richard Coeur d'Lion," chimed in j another. "I wonder if the heart | of youth is no longer stirred by gallant deeds. I saw a boy on the j train yesterday reading Ivanhoe evl- | dently for the first time, and I en- | vied him so that I couldn't resist asking him how he liked it. " 'Well, maybe it'll Ket better later j on," he said unhopeiully; 'but it certainly begins rotten.' " There was no stopping any of us now. One after another we trotted ! out our favorite heroes of romance, modern and ancient, real and fic tional. Immediately after "Bonny Dundee," some one mentioned the Duke of the Abruzzi, and some one else William the Silent. I coyly admitted an unalterable devotion to Terence Mulvaney. Oh, these fighting men! They are irresistible. I am quite sure that soldiers and sailors know nothing of blighted affections. The Ideal Man, I should say. is the fighter—not the raers exponent of brute strength, not the bufcher of men reveling in the shambles, but the one who fishts for "the cause that needs assistance 'gainst the wrong that needs resistance," and takes the long chance with a smile in his eyes and a song on his lips. _ „ - And tho age of romance? Oh, that is anywhere from nine to MAID OF THE MIST COMMANDER RETIRES Niagara Kails—Captain R. F. Carter, known to millions of tour ists as the commander of the Maid of tho Mist, the sightseeing vessel Which ventures close to the famous cataracts here, has retired from thirty-two years of active service. He is succeeded by Robert Wil liams, for many years his mate. r ■* USE EVERY DROP OF MULK Don't throw away left-over skim milk, says the United States Department of Agriculture. It is a nutritious food and every drop of it should be used. One way to utilize it is to make milk-vege table soups. Milk-Vegetable Soups To each 2 cupfuls of milk use 1 tablespoonful of flour, 1 table spoonful of butter, 2-3 of a cup ful of a thoroughly cooked vege table, finely chopped, mashed or nut through a sieve, and salt to I tauls. Thicken tfce milk with the flour as for milk gravy and add the other ingredients. Practically any vegetable ex | cept tomatoes may be used with the other Ingredients as stated. If tomatoes are used a little soda I should be added iu them to pie | vent the milk from curdling. ["WWWVWWWWWVTOW-WWTOI>V>WMW>WWVWW. All's Well That f | m Ends Well By JANE M'LEAN i She did want a new dress for the I party. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything in this world, and the very dress that she had always dreamed about hung in the window of the little shop on the corner. It wasn't such a very ex pensive little frock; in fact, Connie had figured carefully and had finally decided that she was going to be able to buy it on payday. She wantea it so much that she used to lie in bed and think about how it would look, and then fall asleep and dream 06 it. The dress was of rose-colored tulle, layer upon layer. That was all there was to it. It was jlust the kind of a dress calculated to make any girl's mouth water and Connie had gone without, pretty things for so long. Not that she begrudged the necessi ties of life for herself and her pale little mother, but Connie was young and it is hard for youth to always deny itself. Connie had told her mother all about the dress in the window and Mrs. Wilson was Just as excited about buying it as Connie. She had even skimped on the housekeeping money ever since the dress had become a reality in Connie's mind, and had purchased secretly a pair of rose colored slippers with stockings to match. Of course Copnie did not know anything about this or she would have sternly reproved her frivolous mother. But Mrs. Wilson had no ticed several little things of late. Connie's soft blushes when ques tioned about a certain young archi tect who called rather often. Con nie's care in dressing for this certain caller. Connie's longing for a new dress for the affair on Saturday, and the knowledge that that same young / 1 _ ' The Old Location of Astrich's Entrance Now on Fourth Street CLEAN-UP SALE Fine Suits, Skirts, Coats and Waists Now's Your Chance For BARGAINS ANOTHER SALE—Tub Skirts, White Gabardine, Pique or Linene; also black and white checks. Extra special, to-morrow Dv C Broken Line of Waists—were 98c and $1.25. 7Q To-morrow i %J C TUB SKIRTS Another of our wonderful sales, fine Pique, Linene or Gabardine, large patch pockets, large pearl buttons, gathered backs; newest styles; former Q Q prices $1.39 and $1.50. To-morrow, each t/OC Blue or Black Serge Skirts; were $2.98 and 1 Q Q $3.39, to-morrow u) 1 tt/O /> ■ \ Women's Fine Navy Blue 4POTITT PAATfi Men's Wear (all wool) Serge C3rvl\ a. X 3 rr, .i , o . . For Women. Finest (all wool) JL ailored olllts Bergun<ly, Mustard, Tan, Navy Former Price SIO.OO. B1 "°- l'™™ 01, Prices SIO.OO TO-MORROW 9 "'TO-MORROW $4.98 $4.98 Crepe de Chine Waists —white, flesh, maize— &Q 1 Q former price $2.98. To-morrow ...•. " o>[sot " PEA COAL J. B. Montgomery Third and Chestnut Both Phones CHI'HCH PICNIC POSTPONED j Street Presbyterian Church will be u . . . ,1 held at Paxtang Park.' Friday, July The picnic of the Sunday schools of , 20, instead of Thursday, as previously Bethel A. M. E. Church and Capital' announced man was to see that she was properly escorted. On Saturday afternoon Connie with her precious money stuffed safely in her pocketbook was actually about to be off and on her way to buy the rose-colored dress when a stifled sob bing attracted her atention. She dis covered the little blonde head of a stenographer} bowed over her type writer. The girl's shoulders were shaking and Connie was at her side in an instant, questioning her rapidly "It's nothing Miss Wilson," sobbed the girl. "Nothing you can help. Just family worries, that's all." "But perhaps 1 can help," Connie insisted. "Tell me what it is. There's no trouble in the world that cannot be solved > better by two heads than by one." The girl, ■wbo itas a sweet llttl# thing, shook her head slowly. "Irs just that I've gotten into debt. I don't see how I managed to do it, but I have spent more than I should. You know how hard it for us to ever buy anything pretty. I do get tired of without prettythings." Coijnlp thought of the rose-colored dress and understood. "How much is it?" she questioned. "Not so much, only twenty dol lars,; but it means Just everything to me. If they don't get it they'll make trouble. Perhaps I'll lose my place, and I can't take my salary. I must pay the rent with that." Connie was thinking quickly. There seemed to be Just one way out that would be the right way. She cculd give over the money for the rose-colored dress to this poor little girl. No one but a girl who had longed for a thing night and day for several weeks -an know what Connie felt at the thought of" this sacrifice. No one who has not been in love with a man and with the intuit"ve JULY 17, 1917. feminine desire to make herself beautiful for him and has planned a surprise that will make him exclaim with wonder could have pretended to understand Connie's feeling of wild rebellion. For a moment she had an insane desire to turn and run out of the office. She wanted to rush to the little shop, buy the dress and take it home before she could change ber mind, but she did none of these things. She simply stood perfectly things. She simply stood perfectly still and it was with surprise that she heard herself speak naturally and calmly. "I'm going to let you have the money," she said to the grief-stricken girl. "You can pay me back when you get it." And before the girl could do anything but stare in be wildered amazement Connie had pressed the little roll of bills into her hand and had flown out of the office. It needed but a few words to ex plain to the mother who had been anxiously waiting to help undo the wrappings from the wonderful dress. But she'asked no questions. She made her daughter sit down to a hot lunch and then she went Into the other room and returned In a few moments with something white over her arm. It was a soft ruffled or gandie frock, of the kind that had recently come back Into style. Con nie caught at its eagerly. "Mother," she gasped, "how sweet!" And then the rose-colored slippers were brought out, and In the excite ment of trying them on and getting into the dress, which with the addi tion of some fluttering rose-colored bows looked entrancing on its small wearer, the disappointment was al most forgotten. That night, arrayed for the party, she waited for the young architect In the tiny living room. She never quite forgot the look he gave her and then his rush of words. "You look like a girl out of a book," he breathed softly. "I might have known yoti wouldn't have worn the traditional evening dress; they all look the same." And Connie put the last twinge of disappointment out of her mind and even scorned to glance in as they passed the little shop on the corner. { THE OLD LOCATION OF MBF* ASTRICH'S ENTRANCE NOW ON ~ FOURTH STREET v J Market Day Specials lorrow J CLARK'S O. N. T. CROCHET GOLD MEDAL HOOKS AND COTTON; best; large Q _ EVES— 0_ balls, Dozen —————— BVRSON STOCKINGS—SpIit Hemmlngway's Spool Silk AQ Sr: ,lotascam : 19c emmingway's Spool Twist C WOMEN'S STOCKINGS GLOSSILLA EMBROIDERY Fast Black Lisle; 1 01/„. FLOSS Brighter Than Silk; Pair, /zc always sc; O- To-morrow, skein, ....... ' % ° r fn*' CAMBRIC DRAWERS—Five , n , ' 19c Cluster tucked embroidery trim da), yard nied extra large; Wed- OC ————— nesday, NEWEST BUTTONS— ——————————— AH 25c to 35c Buttons; JO C g9c IVO RY HAND fin do/cn, __ MIRRORS. Wednesday . . >UC All 50c to <l9c Buttons; "3 Q p —^——————m dozcn ' CHILD'S SOCKS Colored —i Tops. 19c kind. Wed- |OI /_ _ 25c BATHING CAPS Plain nesday 'ZV or Fancy; Wedues- IQ. DAY FANCY NECK BEADS— ' 50c KINDS l9r BOOT SILK STOCKINGS *)Q R SI . OO KINDS QQ^ Wednesday, pair 09C ,i■ i * i iii ' N 16-button Heavy Silk Gloves—black or white. A*A To-morrow OJ7C HEAVY SILK GLOVES Double linger tips, self or iQ. black embroidered backs; 65c values; pair, *■ i . BATHING SHOES All 59c and 69c Bathing Shoes; black, white, Kelly, navy. Wednesday, pair OUC 25c to 69c Jew- 50c to $ 1.00 Silk elry lA r Girdles or Belts Tomorrow XUI Black, white and colors, 50c to 98c; fancy leather Pins Rings Hat belts; many styles. Choice,, • Pins —Brooches Ear- |/\ rings Belt Pins, Etc. J.vfC l / v The Bargain Spot in Harrisburg Daily Dot Puzzle t 21 • ' % 17* * 8 <" • 13 •-•27 15* * • j h M }. Q • 8 ' Q .7 ' St < * 6 *3 ' *5 \ J44.' 4 > • I ; 35-* 41< . , 41. 3 . 6 ' 3tL Can you finish this picture? Draw from one to two and so o< to the end. 7
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