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American ican girls e to for- 1 Emglish apped the 3 because and less 3s the irate my hus- st week.” ormation, in the g teller, 1 not the bune. 1’t intend ork after 1ave just ss affairs, sctly able roit Free ing coum / ‘blowing’ Talk, Temper and Tears. The individual woman, taken sepa- rately, may be a capable and useful member of society; but to find seven or eight who will act intelligently in concert seems well nigh impossible, and the masculine verdict that a la- dies’ committee generally resolves it- self into talk, temper, tears and tes, although brutal, is not, after all, so very wide of the mark—Vanity Fair. Aprons of Flowered Stuffs. Flowered stuffs are finding their way into the pretty little aprons which many women do while they are sewing or performing the lighter household duties. Those with the plaid backgrounds are particularly pretty for this use. The color, given by the flowers, is enough by way of trimming, without using’ either Ice or embroidery. They are dainty and pretty. Bubble Blowing and Beauty. What do you think of “bubble- as a means of gaining health and beauty? The effect of an hour's daily “blowing” for a couple of weeks is said to be marvelous. Hollow cheeks recover their contour and thin throats become soft and smooth. Of course, (it is the deep breaths which have to be taken that do the work. It bas: long been “proved that deep breathing is an ex- cellent thing for the lungs. Massaging the Face. The skin should be perfectly clean before the massaging of the face is begun. Use the complexion brush, with warm water and pure soap. When rubbing ih a cream always have the motions upward and onward. Send the flattened palms from chin up to the ears. Move the finger tips about in little circles, pressing inward gent- Iy and being careful not to push the flesh up into tiny lines. Do this al- ways at night and every morning bathe the face with cald water, drying with gentle pats with an old soft towel. ’ The Easiest Way. There is a knack in putting ruffles on a skirt which makes that usually dreaded task as easy as sewing.a plain seam. Let the skirt fall on the floor and draw the hem across the lap- board. Spread the ruffles evenly on the gather thread for an equal length and lay the lower edge even with edge of skirt. Stick two or three pins in the gathers to hold them temporarily, then begin at the lower edge and pin to the edge of the skirt. Pin every two inches for the length of the lap- board. The gather thread is then drawn taut and a few more pins put in the gathers, after which the bast- ing is mere play. Use plenty of pins and you will wonder that you ever tried to put on ruffles without them. Outdoor Exercise for Women. “But walking tires me too much. The doctor says I must not be long at a time on my feet.” The handsome woman who made this remark was five feet six inches tall and weighed 208 pounds. She had carriages and automobiles, and never walked a step when she could help it. Ashamed of her size, and determined to presenti a fashionable appearance, she laced herself horribly. It was more excus- able in her thar in most women, but one could well understand, after looking at her small waist and shock- ing amplitude above and below the waist line, why she could not bear her weight on ten feet. Apparently born with a stronger constitution than most women, and intended by nature to be robust and healthy, she had been petted and indulged in by her wealthy husband, and had neglected wholesome exercise until she had entirely lost the grace of fig- ure which had distinguished her in girlhood. Then diseases had set in— the heart, stomach, kidneys simply could not kep their places and do their work under the strain of her “armor-sided” clothing, and the in- crease of her adipose tissue. She spends most of her time in bed and is under the constant care of a doctor. With four beautiful children, she is able to see almost nothing of them. She suffers pain almost continually and takes tons of medicine.—Kate Upson Clark in Leslie's Weekly. Working Wives Not Unwomanly. The fact that the drudgery may be dignified by the marriage lines, does not in any way modify the illogical as- pect of the whole situation. And more and more is this belief being shared by the married woman who was prior to marriage a wage earner. Time was when it was considered unwomanly on the part of a wife to work and un- manly for her husband to allow her to work. But today we find married women. of every dress and of ‘‘every condition of former servitude” joy- fully relinquishing the much vaunted joys of home and housekeeping and “going back to work” in the factory, in the store, in the office; back to the grind of journalism or of the studio, or the stage. And as to the women in the sterner professions—the woman Jawyers, doctors, dentists’ and civil engineers—they have already estab- lished a precedent by no more allow- ing marriage to interfere with the even tenor of their chosen careers than do men. They plight their troth, walk to the altar, snatch a brief honey- moon in the slack season and are back to business just as if nothing had al Realm J SO happened at all. And is that not the only sane and sound view, anyway, for us women to regard marriage in this enlightened and progressive age? Need we, just because some man loves us sufficiently to marry us, allow him to support us when we are so eminent- ly capable of doing so ourselves?— Mrs. Harriet E. Fayes in the World. Luxuries of Girlhood. An interesting picture of a young girl's life in the palaces of the very rich is offered by Emily Harrington in her _ article, ‘Housekeeping on Half-a-Million a Year,” in the Every- body's. She says: “The luxuries to which these chil- dren, particularly the young girls, are early accustomed, are, it seems to an outsider, of dubious advantage. The 14-year-old daughter of such a home remarked one day: “I was looking for a brooch that I missed and found nine that I had forgotten all about.” Every one of these brooches was studded with gems. This girl's private suite of rooms was as luxurious as those already described, although the ap- pointments were appropriate to her age. Her sitting room was furnished in white enamel, covered with roses and morning glories. Her fireplace fender and fire-dogs were of silver, as well as the fire irons and the stand. ‘When she chose to take a meal in her own: apartment she indulged her languor on a brocaded couch, propped up with embroidered pillows; and as her youthful appetite was unimpaired, a servant was detailed to take each course to her as it was served in the dining room. And yet she is still only a school girl, with no part in her mother’s ceaseless round of en- tertainments; her ‘days still innocent of the delightful complexities, per- sonal and social, that are ready to enmesh her as soon as, four years later, she becomes a debutante.” Care of Children. Neither an act nor a spoken word can be erased, nor can their efforts. You who have a child in your care should be careful not to make im- pressions on the child-mind which some day you may come to wish haa . not been made. A child does not reason out things as an adult would, else he might for- give and forget much. He has been wounded, hurt. It may have been a hard word, a slap, which repeated of- ten enough, causes him to feel that someone is being cruel to him. Once that feeling comes to the child his whole life will inevitably be influ- enced by it. It ‘will be hard to eradicate the impression, even though the child forgets, as time goes on, the first cause of the feeling. Do not ever forget the Golden Rule in your dealings with your baby. Do not forget it when he is older and in his youth. Never, never forget it. Never cease your interest in his at- fairs and never let him think for a moment that you are not particularly interested in everything that inter- ests or concerns him. Make your- self not merely a guardian of your child, but the best of his friends. In these ways you will make im- pressions on Your child which will never fade. Ke will not forget, and he will never caase to love you from his babyhood ta his manhood. He will say often through life, to him- self, if not to you, what one little girl said in quaintly, sincere way, “Mamma, you are the best mother I ever had; I think you are the best mother anybody ever had.”—Health. Fashion Notes. Two shades of the same color are very smart for a child’s coat. A white sailor with black band, knot and quill, is a nobby everyday hat. Three short ruffles of embroidery form the bouffant skirt of a small girl's dress. Embroidered linen belts are very tailored-looking for the morning walk- ing costume. Crossed bands of black and silver braid are used with splendid effect to trim a Delft blue gown. With a skirt of net and lace is worn a Directoire coat of silk finished with revers and cuffs of velvet. It is a long time since leghorn braid was as popular as it is to be this sed- son. It does not lead, but it is a fa- vorite with Neapolitan, chip and some other braids. A dress black bonnet for an elderly lady is a dainty affair of lace and jet, (not the heavy kind, but light highly polished spangles) and has long ties of Chantilly lace. Silk waists for travelling will al- ways be favored, for while they do not look so fresh at the beginning of the journey their appearance on ar- rival at the journey’s end is far more attractive than a soiled and rumpled linen. Blouse, knickerbockers and skirt of black taffeta, with which is worn a cap of bright plaid silk, constitute a stylish and serviceable bathing cos- tume. One young lady is wearing her black silk bathing suit for the fourth season. Very new for hat decorations arse the large buckles of gauze with tiny bunches of flowers in colored beads. The gauze is mounted upon a founda- tion of gilt cord and a sharp prong thrust through the middle, which car- ries out the illusion of a metal buck- le, though this one is much prettier. A BOATLOAD OF ALLIGATOR EGGS. In the centre of the boat there are young alligators just hatched. THE SERPENT MOUND. Strange Construction by Prehistoric People in Ohio. \ One of the races that occupied this country before its settlement by the white man was known as the mound builders, on account of the huge heaps of earth they left in the re- gion where they dwelt, and which were in many cases (if not always) places of burial. Practically all of these mounds were round, or nearly so. Something highly exceptional, however, was left in Adams County, Ohio, where it still exists, the land on which it stands having been pur- chased and reserved on account of its historical interest. This strange object is a mound which was evidently intended to rep- resent a serpent. At one end there is what looks like a pair of widely distended jaws, just beyond which is an elliptical wing, probably signify- ing an egg. At the other end is a places in Wisconsin, and at least one has been found in Illinois. Mr. Randall discusses at much length the possible significance of the form of these mounds. The serpent was an object of worship by many ancient nations, though it is not easy to understand how such ideas could have been imported into Amer- ica in the days when ocean transpor- tation was dangerous. Yet there seems to be a probability that they did get here, and had some influ- ence on the usages of the early in- habitants of the continent. — New York Tribune. trolding Truck. A truck designed to be used in factories and other manufacturing places is illustrated below. Its ob- ject is to support various articles, such as pieces of metal or wood which can be laid with the V-shaped cross section of ‘ue truck. Screws, nails or bolts could be placed in the receptable, and the tail, loosely coiled in three rings. The body also is bent in several not ungraceful loops. It extends in a generally north and south direction. The air line distance from the ex- treme end of the oval ring to the outermost ring of the tail is about 500 feet, but if the figure could be pulled out straight its length (in- cluding the oval object near the head) would be 1335 feet, or fully a quarter of a mile! At the largest part of the body the width is twenty feet, but the tail is only four or five feet wide. The height varies from four te six feet. The oval embank- ment measures 120 feet in length the longest way, from outside edge to outside edge. The interior di- mensions are eighty-six by thirty feet. The site of this singular construec- tion is the top of a plateau that rises abruptly to a height of at least 100 feet at the north end (where the head is), and the difference in ele- vation above the surrounding coun- try is nearly the same on the sides. There is evidence that streams ex- isting either now or at some time in the past carved out this colossal al- tar. The serpent mound of Ohio was first discovered by Squier and Davis in 1845, who described it in a report to the Smithsonian Institution. Its preservation is due to the activity of Professor F. W. Putnam, of Boston, and the generosity of Miss Alice Fletcher, of the same city, who fur- nished the money to purchase the land and create a park. The place was not properly cared for, however, and at the suggestion of E. O. Ran- dall, secretary of the Ohio State Ar- chaeological and Historical Society, the custody of the park was wisely intrusted to that organization. Mr. Randall has recently written a book on the subject, and it is from that publication that the accompanying il- lustration is taken. Another effigy of the same kind was discovered years ago in Canada, not far from Toronto. It is called the Otonabee serpentmound, because because it is situated in Otonabee County. Professor David Boyle, of Toronto, says that excavation in the Canadian mound revealed two skele- tons in a sitting posture, besides ex- tra arm and leg bones, a skull and the teeth of dogs or wolves. The head of the Otonabee serpent points to the eastward, and there is a rep- resentation of an egg opposite the open mouth. Similar formations (but possibly without the egg) are known to exist at Mayville, Green Lake, Madison, Potosi and other truck loaded or unloaded without the necessity of stooping down. It would be particularly convenient for carry- ing materials to be used by workmen either in connection with tools or in connection with a bench. By cross- ing the -ide bars of the frame a rigid Improved Truck. structure is formed, the bars being pivoted at the crossing point. The truck can thus be folded up to oc- cupy a very small space, and in large establishments, where hundreds of trucks are in constant demand, they could readily be stored in‘an unused corner until needed. Good Type of American Boy. Eddie Teague, of New Portland, Me., who isseleven years old and weighs seventy-one pounds, is one of the country boys such as were common in the days of our fathers. Young Teague started from his father’s camp on a recent morning with a yoke of oxen attached to a sled, which in turn was followed by a horse and sled. The outfit was bound for New Portland, sixteen miles away. The oxen became freed from the sled on the way, but the young teamster left the sled beside the road and drove on. It was well along into the evening when he brought his charges into the settle- ment. Philadelphia’s Foreign Trade. The foreign trade of Philadelphia last year reached an aggregate of al- most $140,000,000, an increase of about $4,000,000 in exports and $14,- 000,000 imports, largely materials for use in American factories. Summer Days. We've a post box in the garden Where the hollyhocks grow tall, And the ivy climbs unhindered On the ancient, crumbling wall, It's a secret shared between us— No one knows the reason why We go roaming there so often, Just we two, my chum and I, Ané the box is never empty; Just an apple, rosy-red, Or a note to say, “I love you,” Simple words that can’t be said. Or my love-lass comes to meet me, And we dream there all alone, Till the summer sun has faded. And the birds have homeward flown. But there’s no one knows our secret, So they never bother nigh; And the garden seems to love us, For chum’s chum, and I am IL —From the St. Nicholas League. Conundrums. ‘What reptile is always welcome in a schoolroom? A good adder. Why is the letter K like a pig's tail? Be8ause it is at the end of pork. Why is a minister near the end of his sermon like a ragged urchin? Be- cause he’s toward his close. Why are the stars the best astron- omers? Because they have studded (studied) the heavens for ages. Why is a washerwoman the great- est traveler in the world? Because she crosses the line and travels from pole to pole. The Winter Sleepers, There are some kinds of animals that hide away in the winter that are not wholly asleep all the time. The blood moves a little, and once in a while they take a breath. If the weather is mild at all, they wake up enough to eat. Now, isn’t it curious they kaow all this beforehand? Such animals al- ways lay up something to eat, just by their side, when they go into their winter sleeping-places. But those that do not wake up never lay up any food, for it would not be used if they did. The little field mouse lays up nuts and grain. It eats some when it is partly awake on a warm day. The bat does not need to do this, for the same warmth that wakes him wakes all the insects on which he feeds. He catches some, and then eats. When he is going to sleep again, he hangs himself up by his hind claws. The woodchuck, a kind of marmot, does not wake; yet he lays up dried grass near his hele. What is it for, do you think? On purpose to have it ready the first moment he wakes in the spring. Then he can eat and be strong before he comes out of his hole. Harold Meets a Chiomunk. Harold had been reading about chipmunks. He asked his mother what they were. g “Chipmunks,” said his mother, “are tiny little animals, smaller than a squirrel, with yellow and brown stripes running up and down their backs. Wait till we go to grand- mother’s, and we will see lots of them.” From this description Harold decid- ed that chipmunks must be wonder- fully beautiful little creatures, and he counted the days till he and his moth- er should leave for grandmother’s. They arrived at grandmother's a month later, and Harold walked around on tle broad, shady lawn to see what he could see. A low stone wall ran around the place, and as he was walking along by this he stopped still. At the en- trance to a little hole between the stones was a tiny little animal, with black, beady eyes. It sat up straight upon its hind legs, lifting its forepaws in the air. The tiny, shiny eyes watched Harold closely, the little nose working up and down. There was a crunch in the gravel behind Harold, and the hole was emp- ty, with a little flicker of dust show- ing against the dark entrance. Harold turned to see a farm hand standing behind him. “What was that?” he asked. “That,” said the farm hand, “was a chipmunk.” “Oh!” said Harold.—New York News. Tale of the New Scholar. When the first class in geography was called, Polly Carter stepped out into the aisle and up to the front with the other children, her shoes squeaking at every step. The girls smiled at each other. To be sure, they did not mean to be unkind, but Polly Carter was a new girl; her people had just moved to the old farmhouse on the marsh road. “I'm glad you're the one that lives her way,” said one of the other girls to Dorothy May, when school was over. “You'll have to walk home with her and be polite. My, don’t her shoes squeak!” Dorothy’s face flushed, and she pok- ed the dirt in front of the schoolhouse step with her slim little shoe. “I guess I shan’t walk with her!” she pouted. “I don’t like squeaky shoes any more than the rest of you!” The teacher had been talking to Polly Carter; they thought she was out of hearing, but just at that minute she walked out of the door with her head held high, and hurried down plong the boardwalk toward the cor- ner. “There, she heard what you said!” whispered one of the other children. Then all ran up the road, followed by the teacher. *Come along with us and get some blueberries!” stir. Her way led by the boardwalk toward the corner, and she did not seem to care much for blueberries But Dorothy did not: FOR BOYS AND GIRLSS “If she heard, I can’t help it.” said Dorothy, as she started slowly along. “Nobody ought to wear such squeaky shoes!” When she had almost reached the corner, Dorothy’s foot slipped where there was a broken place in the boards. Her foot slid into the rough hole, and her poor little ankle had a twist that hurt. The foot would not come out. “Won't somebody he-elp me? Won‘t somebody he-elp me?” cried Dorothy. Suddenly squeak! squeak! squeak!- came the sound of hurrying steps. “What's the matter?” asked Polly Carter. Her eyes were red, but her round, freckled face looked pleasant. “Is your foot caught? I'll get it out.” One strong little hand pulled the board up just enough for the other hand to lift out the poor foot. *You’ve hurt it, twisting it so,” said Polly Carter. “You sit down and let me look at it. Oh, your ankle’s all swollen. You can’t wear that shoe home.” She hesitated’ a moment; then she sat down and put her shoe on Doro thy’s lame foot. “I'll go barefoot—I don’t mind a bit. Now you stand up, and I'll put my arm around you, SO you won’t have to bear your weight on that foot.” “Polly .Carter,” said Dorothy, with a little catch in her voice. “I'm just as ashamed! I'm going to love you, and I shall love squeaky shoes, too, for- ever, after this!” Polly Carter laughed as she put her arm round Dorothy. “You needn't,” she said. “Mine won't squeak when father has had a chance to fix them. =k don’t like squeaky shoes a bit, but sometimes I like people that are in them—that is, when they are kind.” “So do I,” said Dorothy, squeezing her arm.—Youth’s Companion. The Wonderful Servants. “Oh, what an untidy room! Skip about, little ones, and set it in order!" “I don’t like tidy rooms.” said HI sie, with a pucker on her forehead, as she turned the pieces of dissected map this way and that. “I think it must be ever so nice to keep plenty of sefvants,” said Ruth “lI was reading the other day about the young King of Spain—when he was only a baby, you know, mamma, and yet a king! And he had ever and ever so many servants, all just for himself!” “I once knew some little girls who kept a great many servants.” “Tell us about them, please, mam- ma. How old were they?” Well, about as old as Bessie and Ruth and Elsie.” “How many had they?” “You can count as I go on. There were two bright looking ones, always dressed alike, in blue, brown and gray. Their duty was to keep on the watch for what ought to be done.” “Didn’t they ever do anything them- selves?” “Not much but that. It seemed to keep them busy if they attended to their duties. But sometimes they were careless, and then the work of all the other servants became poor and was done only half way.” “Im sure it was little enough to do,” said Bessie. “Then there were two more, whose business it was to listen to what their little mistresses’ mother or teachers told them, and let them know what it was.” “It seems to me,” said Ruth, laugh- ing, “they must have been a lazy set —so many to do so little. Any more, mamma?’ “Two more, always dressed in red, who told what the others heard.” “It took a long time to get to it, I think,” said Bessie. “When these had settled upon any- thing to be done,” said mamma, ‘there were a pair of lovely little fellows, al- ways wearing dark, stout clothing, who carried the girls to where their work was to be done.” “Oh,” laughed Elsie, ‘what a queer set you are telling us of, mamma! Were the little girls lame?” “I hope they did their work well when they got to it, after all that fuss,” said Ruth. “They surely ought to have done so,” agreed mamma, ‘for they had no less than ten servants to do it for them.” “Now, mamma, do tell us what you mean!” cried Elsie. “I mean,” answered mamma, ‘“that little Blue Eyes and Brown Eyes and Gray Eyes ought always to be on the lookout for anything to be done for those whom we love.” “Oh, I see!” And ears to listen!” cried Bessie, greatly delighted. “And dear little lips,” said mamma, kissing the pair which chanced to be nearest, “which cannot only talk about duties to be done, but can brighten every duty for themselves and for oth- ers by their smiles and merry chat: ter.” “And feet to walk and run with,” said Bessie. “And fingers. Dear me, just think of all the servants!” sald Elsie. “I should think they would quarrel once in a while.” “Yes,” observed Bessie. “Suppos- ing the eyes saw something to do and the ears heard somebody tell about it, and the feet shouldn't want to go to do it, and the hands should want to do it?” “Oh,” said mamma, “if the heart which moves all these little servants is a good, loving heart, always striv- ing to do what is right, the little ser- vants will be kept in good order.”— just then. New York News.
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