THE MEYERSDALE COMMERCIAL
rn the Yosemite.
F you go to Yosemite this summer,
you should plan to visit the mon-
ster mountain climax of the na-
tional park of which Mount Lyell
is the chief. This is no one-day hike
with a luxurious public camp at the
other end of it. It means taking
enough camping-out equipment along
to enable you to spend three or four
nights in the open. But after all that
is no great matter, for it so seldom
rains In the Sierra that tents will not
be necessary; comfortable sleeping
bags, a coffee pot, a few tins, and a
plentiful supply of food will be all
that is necessary—besides, of course,
a good guide. All equipment, includ-
ing guide and horses, may be got in
the valley.
The first night out from the valley
should be spent in the celebrated
Tuolumne Meadows where you may
have plenty of trout for supper for
the catching; the Trolumne is a capi-
tal trout stream.
Lyell’s Inner Shrine.
After an early trout breakfast, your
outfit will travel up the river to the
mouth of Lyell Fork, and, swinging
around Johnson peak, will follow
that beautiful stream miles up its long
scenic canyon. Past Rafferty peak
and Parsons peak on your right, and
skirting long Kuna Crest with its
frothing cascades on your left, you will
find yourself at lunch time at the head
of the canyon facing lofty shelves of
granite, far beyond which loom glacier-
shrouded peaks. These, as you will see
presently, are Mount Lyell, 13,090 feet,
and its flanking giants, McClure moun-
tain on the north, and Rodgers peak
on the south.
Serambling up the granite shelf and
over Donohue pass, your horses carry
you through a vast basin of tumbled
granite encircled at its majestic cli-
max by a titanic rampart of nine sharp
glistening peaks and hundreds of spear-
like points, the whole cloaked in enom-
mous shrouds of snow.
Presently—just how you do not
know, so breathless is your gaze ahead
—the granite spurs inclose you. And
presently your horses scrambling over
impossible walls and shelves, looms
above you a mighty glistening wall
which apparently forbids further ap-
proach to Lyell’'s inner shrine. But
even this the agile horses surmount
and you find yourself in the summit’s
very embrace, facing glaciers and a
lakelet of robin’s-egg blue. This is the
Sterra’s climax!
Thousand Island Lake.
Passing south along the John Muir
trail you cross the Yosemite boundary
and in a couple of hours camp at Thou-
sand Island lake :n the shadow of
Banner peak. Your day's ride has
been seventeen miles, and, at day’s
close, you find yourself at a spot so
extraordinarily wild and noble that
you vote it worth the trip a thousand
times had there been no Lyell on the |
way. For Banner peak, with its 12-]
975 feet of altitude and its remark- |
able beauty and personality, will re-
main a vivid memory to your dying
day.
Leaving Thousand Island lake the
next morning you may return as you
came—four days; three nights.
Or, far better, if you can spare the
time, you will linger an hour or two in
front of Banner before starting, and,
again, an hour or two in Lyell’s inner
shrine; you then may camp at the
head of Lyell canyon, spend the next
night at Tenaya lake for the sunset
and the early morning, and jog leis-
urely back to the valley—five days;
four nights.
Thus will you taste, in addition to
the stirring beauty of the incompar-
able valley, the glory of the High
Sierra in its noblest expression.
TRULY MAN OF GREAT FAITH
It’s All Right, of Course, to Have
Absolute Confidence in One's
Physician, But Still
Speaking at a dinner, Senator Law-
rence Y. Sherman of Illinois referred
to the occasional wisdom of second
thoughts, and happily recalled this lit-
tle anecdote:
A doctor once called to attend a
miserly friend, and after diagnosing
the case, he wrote the usual prescrip-
tion.
“Since we have known each other
for such a long time, doctor,” said the
miserly patient, as he took the pre-
scription, “I don’t intend to insult you
by settling your account in cash. In-
stead, T have put you down for a hand-
some legacy in my will.”
“Ahem,” thoughtfully responded the
doctor, and then added, “Would you
mind letting me see that prescription
again?’
“Not at all,” said the patient, hand-
ing over the paper.
“Thank you,” remarked the doctor.
“I wish to make a slight alteration in
it.”—Philadelphia Telegraph.
Ivory Phonograph Needles.
The phonograph stylus of vegetable
Ivory has a decided advanriage over the
old wooden needle, the usefulness of
which is finished when it has played
one record. The ivory point will stand
the wear of six records, then when it
has been filed over the bevel end can
be used on six more. The vegetable
ivory is produced by a Central and
South American growth. the phytele
phas palm, which produces large clus-
ters of seeds.
, What Impressed Him.
At the age of four Thomas was tak-
en to interview the menagerie. When
the party stopped before the lion's
cage Thomas’ sister informed him that
this animal was called a lion. For
few moments Thomas was bewildered
at the abundance of flowing hair the
lion possessed, and then suddenly ex-
claimed : “Some mustache, believe
me!”
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Front-Buttoned Jacket a Novelty.
Rare is the jacket that buttons |
straight down the front.
an Eton jacket is made in this way, |
buttoning from collar to waistline |
without revers to break the simple
small boy suggestion of the Eten, but |
most of the short jackets are slashed |
away at either side of the center front
(to save vafuable fabric) and the |
space is filled <n by a waistcoat of con-
trasting material.
make the short, open jackets very |
smart, and one may have several |
These waistcoats |
i waistcoats to give variety to a single
suit; one waistcoat, for example, of
Sometimes | pale tan e¢loth, another of white pique,
still another of satin embraidered in
colored silks. Of this type is a de
lightful littie model of dark blue tricot
serge.
To Wash Cretonne and Chintz.
Use lukewarm water in which a lit-
tle bran has been steeped; no soap.
tinse in cold water and dry in a room
where there is neither fire nor sun-
shine. Iron on the wrong side.
OFFENSIVE ALONE
General
BRINGS VICTORY
Foch Says Reserves,
Carefully Husbanded, Will
Deliver the Knockout.
BLUDGEON MUST BE STRONG
Used at the Finish With Surprise, Mass
and Speed, They Will Make the De-
cisive Attack, Destroying the Ene-
my’'s Organized Forces.
London.—Only an offensive, charac-
| terized by surprise, mass and speed,
| can bring victorious results in warfare,
says General Foch, commander in chief
| of the allied armies, in an article which
he contributes to the Field, a weekly
journal.
“Modern warfare, to arrive at its
{ end and to impose its will on the en-
emy,” General Foch says, ‘‘recognizes
only one means—destruction of the
enemy's organized forces.
“War undertakes and prepares this
destruction by battle, which brings
about the overthrow of the adversary,
disorganizes his command, destroys his
discipline, and nullifies his units as
far as their fighting power is con-
cerned.
No Victory in Defense.
“Our first axiom must be that to
achieve its object a battle must not be
purely defensive. A purely defensive
battle, even well conducted, does not
result in a victor and a vanquished. It
is simply a game that must be begun
over again.
“From this it is an obvious corollary
that an offensive, whether started at
the beginning of an action or whether
it follows the defensive, can only give
results, and, in consequence, must al-
. ways be adopted at the finish.
“To maintain our position is not
synonymous with being victorious and
even prepares for a defeat. If we re-
main where we are and do not pass to
the offensive to tix the direction of at-
tack, to guard against the plans of the
enemy, and prevent him from carrying
out the same maneuver, we must un-
dertake to carry on and sustain numer-
ous combats, each with determined
aim.
All Depends on Reserve. :
“But since there remains no doubt
that decisive attack is the very key-
stone of a battle, all other actions
which make up a battle must be en-
visaged, considered, organized, pro-
vided with forces in the measure in
which they will prepare, facilitate, and
guarantee development of a decisive
attack characterized by its mass, its
surprise, its speed, and for which, in
consequence, it is essential that there
shall be the maximum reserve force
possible of troops of maneuver.
“The reserve—that is to say, the
prepared bludgeon—is organized and
kept carefully instructed to execute
the single act of battle from which re-
sults are expected—namely, the de-
cisive attack.
Surprise, Mass and Speed.
“Reserves must be husbanded with
the most extreme parsimony so that
the bludgeon may be strong enough to
make the blow as violent as possible.
Let loose at the finish, without any
lurking idea of saving them, with a
well thought out plan for winning the
battle at a point chosen and deter-
mined, reserves are thrown in all ‘to-
zether in an action surpassing in vio-
lence and energy all other phases of
pattle, ap action with proper charac-
teristics—surprise, mass, and speed.
All our forces really participate, either
by preparing it or by carrying it out.
“In this, our supreme aim, we must
not be deceived by appearances. Al-
though theory fails when applied by
feeble hands and when accessories ob-
scure the main principle, history and
reason show us that in battle there is
a single argument which is worth while
—namely, decisive attack, which is
alone capable of assuring the desired
result—the overthrow of the adver-
sary.”
Not Taking Any Chances.
When Captain Hammond of the Brit-
ish Royal Flying corps flew from Day-
ton to Indianapolis the other day one
of the first fellows he met at the
speedway was Johnny Aitken, the au-
tomobile speed king. Captain Ham-
mond desired a spin around the speed-
way in Johnny's racing car and he was
accommodated.
“Did you give the captain any fancy
thrills?’ James A. Allison asked the
racing man.
“1 should say not,” Johnny replied.
“Why not?” Allison wanted to know.
“Well, you see, it’s this way: the
captain is going to take me for a sky
ride and I don’t want him to have
any charges against me when he gets
me about ten thousand feet northwest
of yon fleecy cloud. No, siree! The
captain got a ride that was soothing
and altogether gentle.”—Indianapolis
News.
“She Stoops to Conquer.”
“She Stoops to Conquer” grew out
of an incident that occurred in Gold-
<mith’s travels about Ireland. He
found himself one night far from home
and inquiring the, way to an inn, soine
wag directed him to a gentleman's
private residence. There he went, or-
dered out his horse, demanded the best
supper the place afforded and gener-
ally gave himself airs. He did not
discover his mistake until the next
morning when he was about to pay
hts bill.
SAUCE FOR GANDER
By GERALD ST. ETIENNE.
(Copyright, 1918, by the McClure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)
“Little puffs of powder,
Little daubs of paint,
Make Miss Stella Arnold
Look like what she ain’t.”
Stuart McKinnon's cheeks burned
and his hair fairly bristled on end as
he heard this paraphrase rhymed off,
in passing two youths on the board-
walk. He stopped suddenly and looked
back, an angry glint in his eyes. They |
were merely boys—youngsters, wear-!
ing their first long trousers. He start-
ed on again. It would have done them
good, he thought, if he had banged
their heads together or ducked them
in the lake, but then, what good would
it have done him? It would only have
caused a scene and made things un-
pleasant afterwards, perhaps. The
taunt was worse because it was true.
Everyone knew that Stella’s complex-
ion was “doctored.” There was no use
denying it. Nothing irritated Stuart
more than the thought of it. He had
spoken to her of it.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” she
had said to Stuart as he remonstrated
with her. “It’s fashionable and I'm go-
ing to do it while I'm here. I know
the people at home would be shocked,
but they are not here to see me.”
As he walked fo the spot where he
had arranged to meet Stella, Stuart
tried to figure out some way to bring
her to her senses. He would not quar-
rel with her—he disliked quarreling
with anyone, and besides Stella was
a nice litle girl, despite her faults. If
1e pretended that he was angry she
~ould be only too willing to show him
that she didn’t care. She had done
that before. He caught sight of her
before he was able to decide upon any-
thing definite. : :
He could see that she was made up
as usual. He sat down beside her with-
out a word.
“Oh, you are here!” she exclaimed,
as she caught sight of him.
“Yes,” he answered.: “Did—for the
love of Mike, what next!” He jumped
to his feet and stared at her in wonder.
“Well, if you are not the happy limit!”
he groaned. “A beauty spot! What
next!”
“What is the matter with a beauty
spot?’ she asked pettishly. “All the
girls are wearing them. It's the very
latest thing.”
“I guess it is,” he gasped. “If there
was anything later than it you wonld
have had it before now.”
“You haven't said a word about how
I look,” Stella interrupted at last.
“Isn’t it time we went in bathing?”
“I think it is,” he replied, as he con-
sulted his watch. “I have time to go
up to the village while you get ready.
I will be back, ready for the water, be-
fore you are, though. For goodness
sake don’t spend too much time primp-
ing, or the sun will have gone down
before we have a chance to enjoy it.”
Stella did spend too much time
“primping,” but even then she ap-
peared on the beach, in bathing cos-
tume, before Stuart did. This was un-
usual, but she excused him in her mind
because he had always been early on
former occasions. She waited nearly
ten minutes before he appeared. It
was her turn to gasp. Stuart’s blonde
mustache had changed color.
“What have you done?” Stella cried,
excitedly. “You look dreadful,
Stuart!” >
“Don’t say anything about it,” he
cautioned. “Everyone will hear you.
I don’t want them to know it is dyed.
I was tired of that blonde mustache
and it was hard to distinguish from
my lip. This one looks better, don’t
you think?”
“It does not!” she declared emphat-
ically. “It changes your appearance
completely. You look so silly, Stuart!
Whatever made you do it?”
The following article is quoted from
the Red Cross organ, “A. R. C. Rays.”
published at Denver. Among the
things we can do is to follow its
advice.
“The following statement is au-
thorized by the War Department:
“Recent reports from commanding
generals of certain army divisions in-
dicate that one of the fruitful causes
of soldiers absenting themselves with-
out leave is ‘the discouraging letter
from home. Such letters frequently
give alarming and exaggerated re-
ports of conditions surrounding the
soldier’s family, that some member
is desperately ill, that all are starv-
ing or that they are being in some
way ‘harassed. In instances such let-
ters have so preyed upon the minds
of soldiers that they have absented
themselves without leave to go home,
only to find that conditions had been
grossly exaggerated.
“Meanwhile the soldier has been |
absent without leave-—a serious mili- |
tary offense. His problem then be- |
came one of facing the penaity or |
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getting deeper in trouble by deserting.
Sometimes a man’s pride or fear has
led him to desert.
“Every soldier wants to receive |
letters from home. They should be |
frequent, cheerful, hopeful and ap-|
preciative of the sacrifice that he is
making for his country. They should
be full of family incidents and cheer-
ful home gossip. They should pro-
tect him from the trifling alarms and
the small annoyances nt everyday life.
They should encourage him by giv-'
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ing full cosfrizence that his family and
his friends stand behind him in the
great enterprise he has undertaken.
“A division inspector submitted the
following in this connection:
“ “While stationed at Columbus
Barracks, Ohio, last year. I was a
member of a general court-martial
that tried approximately 100 enlisted
men for desertion from national
guard regiments stationed on the bor-
der. I believe I am safe in saying
that at least 90 per cent of them
cave as their reason for desertien the
fact that they had received letters
from home to the effect that a wife,
sister or mother was either dying,
very ill, or in destitute circumstances,
and begged the man to cone home at
once. Many of the men admitted that
when they arrived home they found
that the writer of the letter had ex-
ageerated conditions.
“Many young soldiers, fresh from
home, suffer from homesickness, ne
matter how army ofticers may try te
make their surroundings pleasant and
comfortable: and provide proper
an.usements. Extraordinary meas-
ures have been taken by the War De-
partment during the past year to keep
the young soldier actively engaged
while in camp with sports, amuse-
ments and comforts that a wholesome
psychology might be sustained. Still,
a type of soldier will yearn for home
and fall into a brooding mood. It
is obvious how harmful to him and
to the service a discontented letter
from home might be.”
And Now It’s Coats and Breeches.
So fast our women are putting
themselves into service: suits and
“Let's change the subject,” Stuart
said, jumping to his feet. “The water
looks fine.” .
The water was fine. Stuart enjoyed
it from the first, but Stella didn’t seem
to enjoy it so much. She didn’t want
to swim ; she didn’t want to get on the
raft; she didn’t seem to want to do
anything but have Stuart keep ducking
his head under the water. She seemed
relieved when he struck out for a long
swim and left her. When he returned
she had disappeared. He found her on
the beach, almost in tears.
“I stood it as long as I could,” she
sobbed, when he appeared. “These
girls are the most hateful things in the
world. They did not do a thing but
make fun of you after you had gone.
That girl in the green bathing suit
said you thought you were Charley
Chaplin. They all knew that mus-
tache was dyed.”
“Of course, they did,” he smiled.
“Everybody knows that your rosy
cheeks are covered with rouge, too.
What's the difference? It’s fashion-
able!”
“People don’t talk sbout me like
that?”
“Don’t they? You should have heard
some of the things I have heard. My
cheeks have burned on your account a
dozen times a day since we have been
here.”
“Haven't you felt ashamed? Didn't
you hate me for making such a show
of you? Ill never make up again.”
“If you don’t I'll shave off this mus-
tache,” he promised. “Of course, 1
haven't hated you. I have thought
too much of you to let a little thing
like that come between us. I wouldn’t
have cared if the whole world talked
about you if I hadn’t thought it would
make you feel bad to hear it.”
“You're a dear!” she cried.
service garments that we have al-
ready come to the place where this
new order of things in -apparel is
taken as a matter of course. Arrives
a new outfit over the animated hori-
zon of original things, and we discuss
its points of advantage over other
outfits—its trimness, its strength, its
fitness for the purpose it is to fulfill
or the emergency it meets—we have
ceased to speak of it as a new de-
parture; the novelty has passed and
the service suit is established.
There is nothing simple and easily
disposed of about the designing of
these practical new clothes. They
must be convenient, comfortable,
durable and shapely. Specialists are
giving them weeks of thought. Their
last efforts proclaim that they have
done wonders, for now we have the
new coat and breeches suit as trim
as a riding habit and as efficient as
a soldier's uniform. In fact, the
breeches are cut on lines much like
those of the boys in khaki—except
that they are cut in one with the
Suits of Georgette.
The word “suit” recalls to many
minds the taileuts of serge, tricotine,
gabardine and the various heavy silks
in dress and sport weaves. Any mate-
rial so sheer as georgette does not
seem feasible for such a garment, but
a stunning example on tailored lines
created of the heaviest quality of
cream georgette allows this fabric to
enter the lists as a fitting medium for
suits, says the Dry Goods Economist.
The finger-tip length coat is elaborate-
ly embroidered in navy silk. A few
broad plaits give the necessary full-
ness in a skirt of this material, and
back of the coat that is belted at the
iormal waistline
they nicely correspond to those in the |
leggings which extend to the ankles
and lace up.
The coat is cut on good lines, has
a long skirt part, sets easily and is
provided with a belt and four capa-
cious and practical patch pockets.
Finally, a hat to match has a col-
lapsible crown—and brim wide enough
to shade the eyes. Can you imag-
ine anything more comfortable and
pleasing than this outfit? Two views
of it are given in the picture, a pho-
tograph and a small drawing. On
the farm, in the saddle, camping out,
going fishing, driving a car, isn’t it
just the ideal garb for service? The
blouse under the coat may be light
or heavy as occasion requires.
At the left of the picture there is
a sketch of a pair of overettes for
garden or house work——or other serv-
ice. But they deserve more than
mere mention and will be shown—to-
gether with another service suit—in
a photograph at some other time.
fo dng
NIN NS NINA ANS
Footing Is Popular.
Footing fits in so well with the very
simple fashions of the season that it
is no wonder this dainty trimming is
in high favor this year, A lovely 1it-
tle frock recently over from Paris is
made of fine. white silk net in a de-
sign of artful simplicity. The gath-
ered skirt is tucked in two-inch tucks
set six inches apart and on the edge
of each tuck iS a two-inch band of
black net footing. The sleeves (just
{ to the elbow) are edged with black
| footing and so is a deep, demure fichu
| drawn down over the shoulders into
the sash. And the sash? It is of
ciel blue faille silk, with four bangs
of footing on each sash end.
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