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A COMPLETE NOVELETTE
Everton
By Evelyn Gill Klahr
The house first attracted attention
because of an irregular blotch of pink
paint on the front. But it held the
attention on account of the two young
people on the veranda.
To the passerby they presented the
picture of felicity.
The veranda—cool, wide and shady
—Ilooked out on the prettiest street
of the overgrown country town—a
street of broad lawns, of houses that}
were homes, of big trees, generous of
shade, the girl was young and attrac-
tive, a bit too thoughtful perhaps, but
as charmingly gowned and as pretty
as the most frivolous; the man was
handsome, on slightly sterner lines
than those prescribed by popular
magazine covers, but nevertheless dis-
tinctly handsome.
The passerby, might envy, but a
close observer could see that this was
not a scene of unadulteratéd happi-
ness.
The girl, Ruth Everton, who was
visiting her sister, Mrs. Hillock, sat
in the swing and stared just beyond
the man, not at him, while one an-
noyed little foot kept tapping on the
veranda floor. The man, Frank Gra-
ham, was distinctly gloomy, and his
jaw was set grimly, as for battle.
“Of course,”’said Ruth bitterly, “if
you don’t care anything about children
-—if you aren’t interested in what is
best—"
He interrupted her a bit indig-
nantly.
“But it is exactly because I do care.
Can’t you see that it isn’t fair to your
jittle nephew to let him grow up an
undisciplined individual, meddling
with their affairs—"
She in turn interrupted.
“Why aren’t you willing to get at Lhe
bottom of this? Now, you'll surely
agree that half of the machinery of
cur civilization is just for those two
purposes; to develop man’s reason and
to make him social-minded.
“Isn't that true? Schools and co!-
leges and libraries and churches and
everything? All right. Now here
comes along a child with those two
characteristics already remarkably
developed, and what do you want to
do?
“you want to destroy them utterly
—turn him into an obedient littie
automation, just so he'll be less trouble
for the present, and then expect him
to acquire them all over again when
he grows up. Oh, it drives me wild—
simply wild!”
“In other words,” dryly commented
Graham, “he should be encouraged to
daub pink paint on the front of his
house, and so put the family to con-
siderable expense and trouble to have |
it done over—to say nothing of mak-
ing the place, look ridiculous until it
is done. That’s the sort of impulse,
I suppose that you want to conserve.”
“I think the generous impulse back 5
of it,” she retorted, “the desire to[
give pleasure is the most precious
thing in the world and certainly ought
to be conserved”
Frank Graham smiled a sardonic
smile to himself and said nothing.
Ruth Everton stared coldly beyoad
him.
Presently from the house came Mrs.
Hilleock, mother of little Everton, the
terrible young cause of this contro-
versy between Ruth Everton and the
man she was going to marry.
Mrs. Hillcock sank wearily into a
wicker chair.
“Oh, deary me,” she sighed. She
was an extremely pretty woman, but
always had the air of being, though
sweetly good-natured about it all,
completely done up and winded by the
strenuous complexities of her life.
“Well, I certainly wish I knew what
1 ought to db,” she declared.
Ruth leaned forward encouragingly.
“Something about Everton?’ she in-
quired.
“Yes, I really think I ought to keep
him home from little Effie White's
birthday party this afternoon, to pun-
ich him for that paint, but how can
i when he’s been looking forward to
it all week?”
It seemed to Graham as if the girl
fairly glodted over her advantage over
him. Of course, he couldn't interfere
in this strictly family affair while
she, as the child’s aunt, could.
“But you must remember,” Ruth
Yas saying, “that his motive was the
kindest. He wanted to paint the whole
house pink as a surprise for you.”
“well,” he succeeded,” replied his
mother grimly “I was surprised But
this sort of thing must stop,” she
added desperately, “or we'll be stark
staring mad!”
Her instincts as hostess made her
include Graham in the conversation.
“pid you hear about that birthday
party he gave last week?”
‘No, Graham had not.
“Well, it’s an awful story,” Mrs.
Hillcock confessed. You see, Everton
is perfeetly obsessed on the subject of
parties. He thinks it is the height of
earthly bliss for an individual to have
one. One day last week he discovered
it was the birthday of our chaufferur’s
little boy—little colored boy, you know
—and Everton, entirely unknown to
us, had a party for him in the garage.
«He didn’t want to trouble me, he
said afterward, and I really think
that was the reason he didn’t tell we.
Well, anyway, he took a big fruit cake
from the cellar and invited all the
children in the neighborhood, and they
consumed the entire monstrous cake.”
She shook her head in weary re-
membrance. “This neighborhood fur-
inshed considerable practice for the
medical profession that night.”
Graham cast a surreptitious glance
at Ruth. She seemed quite serene
about it.
“But really I don’t think that was
as bad as the tulips,” Mrs. Hilloex
went on. “Did Ruth tell you about
the tulips?” she inquired of Graham
No, Ruth had not told him
“Well, that was last spring,” Mrs
Hillock explained. “Oh, dear, dear!”
she sighed. “That was awful! You
see Mrs. Templeton right here beside
us on the left has perfectly wonder-
ful tulips.
“She gets them from Holland—some
rare wonderful variety and awfully
expensive. Then there’s Mrs. Allen
who lives a little further on down
the street who goes in herself for a
chaste plain expanse of lawn and
thinks flower beds and all that sort
of thing extremely rocco and in very
bad taste.
“Well, one day Everton heard hei
congratulate Mrs. Templeton on her
wonderful tulips, gand say that she
really envied her—perfectly insincere,
for she wouldn't have them for a gift,
but how was Everton to know that--
and Mrs. Templeton said that indeed
they were getting almost too much for
her, and sometimes she thought there
were too many for beauty.
“Of course, she didn’t mean it. She
wouldn't have parted with one for
worlds. But how, I repeat was Ever-
ton to know? So that outrageous
child carefully reasoned it out ani
then made all arrangements for ther.
Since Mrs. Templeton had too manv
fand Mrs. Allen wished for some, he
simply transplanted a hundred or so
from one place to the other
“And both women were furious,
simply furious. I sent our gardener
right over to repair the damage, and
fairly prostrated myself in apologies,
but that didn’t seem to help.”
“But it was sweet of him,” insisted
Ruth. He supposed, of course, that it
hadn’t occurred to them what to do
to prevent the child from painting
the house pink another time?”
“But he knows that we are all dis
pleased about it—that he’s made us
trouble,” Ruth insisted. He'll never
paint the house again. He wanted
only to make us happy.
“But what's to prevent him from do-
ing something else just as outrage-
ous?”
“1 sincerely hope,” declared Ruth
with conviction, “that there is nothing
to prevent his always reasoning things
out and acting on every generous iui
pulse.”
They couldn’t let it alone.
It had begun a day or so before
with a few idle comments on the
case of Everton, and had suddenly
erown into a full bodied controversy.
A day or so before they had been
bappy in their mutual love, and now
this thing seemed to have eclipsed it
entirely—to have done away with ir,
somehow, leaving them only this
eternal wrangling between them.
“Why can’t you see?” Graham kept
demanding of himself.
“If he's that sort of a person!” Ruth
kept repeating to her heart.
All that afternoon the controversy
kept them in its clutch, until at last
Ruth, scarcely knowing wha she was
doing until it was done, slipped the
diamond solitaire from her left hand.
“I can't marry anyone I wrangle
with like this,” she declared.
He took the ring dully. He had not
dreamed it would come to this
Nor had she dreamed he would take
it, and would let it end so easily.
And so it was over, that which had
seemed as permanent as the hills;
ras over so easily that they scarcely
knew what had happened.
He found his hat and walked in dull
bewilderment down the street.
Ruth, left behind, still sat in the
swing, frightened, despairing, deso-
late. She could not keep her eyes
from her ringless finger, so symboli-
cal of the emptiness of her heart.
Presently Everton returned, buoy-
antly enthusiastic over his afternoon.
He had had a wonderful time, bul
Ruth, absorbed in her own misery,
scarcely listened to it.
As a matter of fact Everton him-
self scarcely realized how wonderful
it had been, nor would he have had
the words to do justice to it . His al
truistic little heart had been charmed
with the whole arrangement.
He particularly liked the idea of
every guest bringing Effie a present.
It was at his suggestion that ISffie
had stood at the gate to receive the
gift before the giver was permitted
to enter, an idea filched by Everton
from modern trolley methods. Ki
fie’s mother, little dreaming the truth,
had to stand at the gate to receive her
guests.
Everton himself had officiated with
her at the gate, and had even loaned
her his masculine strength when one
small child without a gift attempted to
enter. The little guest, determined
to have hospitality, determined not
to be deprived of his party, pullel
valiantly at the gate.
Everton, bound that the custom of
gift giving be preserved, by force, if
nes d be, held the gate firmly in hts
taf strong, little hands and reasoned
iio his grave, earnest way
“But why did you come without a
present?”
“But I didn’t have anything.”
“You should bought
thing.”
“But there wasn't time.”
“You'd have time to get something
now and be back befofe the party is
over.”
have some-
And the baffled little guest had to
run home frantically, in desperate fear
of missing the party altogether and
had returned in due time, bearing his
tribute.
So the party had been a perfect suc-
cess, and Everton had come home
glowing with delight over the way it
had all turned out so beautifully for
the birthday child.
Ruth with her half-hearted atten-
tion gathered little of this from his
discourse, but Everton's mother gath-
ered enough to send her flying to the
telephone.
Presently, a look of horrified amuse-
ment on her face, she came out to
the veranda to find Ruth.
“That outrageous child!”
Everton followed her to the veranda
and listened, gravely interested, while
his mother explained the outrage of
the afternoon to Ruth.
“It was a good idea to have him
eo home for the present,” he insisted,
“ ‘cause then Effie got the present.”
“Everton, Everton!”
mother, “you've just got to stop hav-
cried his weary
ing ideas.
“ldeas are all right for grown ud
folks,”he explained to Ruth. “Don’t
you wish they was some way—"
“There were,” his mother corrected.
“There were,” he agreed amiably.
“Don’t you wish there were some way
vou could have a trap door for little
boys’ ideas so they couldn’t get out—
couldn't get out at all—until they were
grown up?”
His mother shook her head hope-
lessly.
“Don’t 1 there were!” she
sighed. She turned to Ruth. “What
am I to do,” she appealed to the girl,
“put spank, just plain spank?”
Ruth's faint, weary.
She had paid so cruelly already for
her interest in the problem of Ever
ton that she hadn't any spirit left
wish
protest was
to go on.
But after supper when the child
and his mother gravely retired to-
gether to an upper chamber, she
waited miserably in the swing, guilty
to think that her championship had
been so feeble.
Presently Everton rejoined her on
the veranda and with a book seated
himself on his little chair. He was
very serious and quiet, but there was
no tinge of resentment in his manner,
nor indeed of any emotional disturb-
ance, except that as he leafed through
his book he occasionally winked very
hard.
The bond of sympathy that draws
together unhappy souls soon brought
Ruth to the child's side, and because
it is easiest to unburden one’s heavy
heart to those whose hearts likewise
are heavy it was Everton who first
heard of Ruth’s broken engagement.
“Won't he marry you at all?” in-
quired Everton.
“Never,” said Ruth, “never in all
this world!”
He looked at her pitingly, gravely,
and though he had no words of sym-
pathy to offer Ruth felt a little com-
forted.
But though he had nothing to say.
the generous mind of Everton had
already begun to reason out
thing to help her. A party, he thought.
Parties had been, on the whole, dis-
astrous for him, but he had not lost
faith in them, especially parties with
presents, for see how happy little Effie
some-
had been at hers!
So he slipped out of his chair and
down the street, pleasantly aglow
with his generous purpose, a littie
knight ever ready for kind deeds and
for the serving of others—no impul-
sive little blockhead rushing thoughrt-
iessly into action, but a philosophe.
carefully working from cause to effect.
For example, with each of the many
invitations he issued that evening he
carefully explained the entire tragic
situation of his deserted aunt, know-
ing full well that a sympathetic heart
makes a generous hand.
He invited alike the discreet and the
gossip, unaware that the eyes of the
gossips danced at the news and that
they chafed to be off and spreading it.
He came to Frank Graham, and
stopped hesitant.
yraham stopped, too. “Hullo, son'”
he greeted him.
Everton was too absorbed in his
mission to return the greeting.
“Would you like to give a present
too?” he inquired.
“That depends. To whom?”
“To my Aunt Ruth.”
Graham's eyes opened wide.
—er—" he stammered.
Everton went on with his explana
tion. “I'm giving a surprise party for
her tomorrow. With presents. BEe-
cause she feels so bad that you won't
marry her.”
Graham's interest suddenly became
“Why
a flaming thing that made his eyes
blaze.
He asked a few pointed questions,
and then, outstriding Everton, hasten-
ed down the street to be where he be-
longed, at the side of his girl during
the mortifying experience.
Ruth's eyes grew big and a little
frightened at the sight of him.
“Come indoors,” he bade her.
Then in the big twilight-dimmed
living room he drew her close to him
with a little murmuring sound of comi-
fort.
For a moment she half resisted and
then yielded herself to his arms, not
understanding, but infinitely glad ot
his presence again.
Then with his arm still comfort-
ingly around her, he explained the
astonishing mission of little Everton
“Oh! no—no—" she gasped in hor-
ror.
And then beyond all
doubt, just because she knew him so
well, she gave a moaning little laugh
The picture was vivid to her eyes of
how little Everton's tale would be
rassed around gloatingly in the over-
grown country town where everyone
convinced
knew everyone else.
And she knew how it would grow
and grow. “Oh! what a good time
they’ll all have with the scandal!”
she groaned. “Maybe,” she wondered,
“Maybe it serves me right that my
own theories about Everton have come
back on me like this.”
“But the joke's on them, dear, when
they flnd out we are to be married.”
She looked at him with grave in-
quiring eyes.
“As if it could be otherwise!” he
answered her silent question. “Dear,
think of it,” he went on. “If Everton
has brought your theories down on
vour shoulders like this see what he
has done to mine! Why! if that
blessed child had been the suppressed
little mortal I advocated, we might
never have—" He stopped, appalled
at the awfulness of the thought.
Their arms caught each other in the
twilight and tightened their hold.
Irom the veranda they heard the
high little explaining voice of Everton
returned, and then the baffled groan
of the mother. “Everton, Everton,
Everton! What will you do next.
Ruth in the living-room murmured
to her lover, “After all, dearest, we
don’t have to solve Everton.”
“Thank God we don’t!” he mur-
mured reverently.
SMILE--It Pays
In one of the southern training
camps, a profane and perspiring in
fantry sergeant was doing his best to
pound into the heads of a squad of
exceedingly raw “rookies” the rudi-
ments of military science.
When the sergeant gave the order,
each willing recruit of the squad made
a commendable effort to execute it,
but every little rookie had a move-
ment all his own, with highly unsatis-
factory results.
“As you were!” bawled the ser-
geant.
At this point the proceedings wer:
interrupted by a recruit from Boston,
who before enlisting had been a Har-
vard student.
“Beg pawdon, sawgeant,” said he,
“put wouldn't it be moah propah (0
say, ‘You will restore the status quo
yor
ante
“Look here,” he cried, “I can’t sleep
you don’t make him stop, I will!”
“Come in, sir—come in!” said the
kid’s father. You'll be as welcome as
the flowers in spring.
“What kind of a
Jones?”
“Jones! Why he's a duffer.
Why do you ask?”
player is Mr.
Can’t
play a stroke.
“I'm going to play against him to-
raorrow in the visitor's handicap.”
“Too bad, old chap! I'm afraid
you're in for a beating.”
They were entertaining the minister
“Hello, Tom,” said a man from the
north who had returned to his birti-
“I heard that
2s
place for a brief visit.
Bill killed a man. Is it true
“Sure!” replied Tom. He chased
the fellow three days with a shotgun,
finally got a good bead on him and
biffed him right through the lung.”
“And killed him?’ queried the
northerner, with horror.
“You bet!”
“Well, how is it that they didn’t
lynch Bill for coldblooded murder?”
“Well, the fellow that Bill shot
didn’t have a friend on earth, so the
game warden just fined Bill $2 for
huntin’ without a license.”
Governor Smith of New York re-
cently said at a dinner in Albany:
“The opponents of female suffrage
take a jaundiced view of things. Taney
are like the old Batch.
“<q gee that Jones has married his
cook, a man said to Batch at the
club.
“ ‘Humph.
Batch snorted.
fight than eat.”
a
That’s just like Jones,
‘He'd always rather
As he weighed out the sugar the
grocer’s boy whistled lustily.
“Don’t you know that it is very rude
to whistle while you are waiting on a
lady?” said the elderly customer, se-
verely.
“Well, the guv-nor told me to do it
when I served you,” explained the
boy.
“He told you to whistle?” said the
customer in great surprise.
Great Lives Teach te Child
The Young Look Up to the Successful
The Young Naturally Look Up to and
Reverence the Successful
I cannot think of a finer service that
parents can render a child than to
help him rightly to appraise the moral
worth of men and women well known,
of the best-known, of the so-called
great, says Dr. Stephen S. Wise. To
reveal Washington or Lincoln to a
child is to inspire and enrich a child,
not only by placing a Titanic figure in
the Pantheon of his imagination, but
by making clear what are the great-
nesses of the great.
Shrines of the Child
It was said of a most learned and
distinguished Englishman that he had
no shrines. I am not afraid that
American children will be shrineless,
but I am concerned about the Amer-
ican child having shrines worthy of his
reverence and honor . Parents cannot
expect to reveal to a child the essence
of greatness and nobleness in another
until after they have answered for
themselves the question of what great-
ness really is—until they know that
greatness is not a matter of passing
fame, but of abiding worth, moral and
spiritual, and that in a democracy no
man is great who does not greatly
serve.
Courageous Parents
I would warn people against the
danger of filling the shrines of their
children with second and third and
coven fifth rate figures. Parents must
have the courage to say to a child.
“This man, however well known, i:
not worthy of your respect, for he
lacks nobility. This man, however
rich or powerful, is not a truly great
and noble person.”
We owe our children the truth at
all times and under all circumstances
Let parents be generous in their ap
praisals of the worthy, but let them
be unsparing in their condemnation of
those who are unworthy of a childs
love and reverence.
A Bean With Supernatural Powers
Savage disciples of Voodoo worship
in the American tropics ascribe supe
natural powers to the jack bean.
These tribesmen plant a row of the
seed around their rude gardens in the
belief that the plant will punish tres-
passers. This cusiom was doubtless
brought by negro slaves from Africa,
where the very similar sword or fetich
Lean is thus worshipped. But the
Plant Industry, United
States Department of Agriculture, fails
Bureau of
to support this weird belief concern
ing the bean. Nor do these scientists
find much else to recommend this
plant stranger from the West Indies.
bean it from
The jack appears
abundant experiments, is a prolific
plant. It is not unusual for the seeds
in their 14-inch pods of a jack-bean
plant to outweigh its own herbage:
and the herbage, if cut green, fre-
quently crops at the rate of 16 to 20
tons per acre. This wonderful pro-
ductiveness makes the bean a favorite
of the get-rich-quick gentry who seek
to introduce a new and marvelous
plant. This popularity
promoters ac-
commercial
among unscrupulous
counts in part, at least, for the num-
“Yes'm! He said if we ever sold
vou anything we'd have to whistle for
the money.”
A woman went into a railroad office
to buy a ticket for her son who was
about to emigrate to Canada, and while
the man was looking up the particulars
she chanced to look around and no-
ticed in a glass case a stuffed Canadian
moose,
“What kind of an animal is that?”
she inquired.
“Oh,” said the man, “that’s a Can-
adian moose.”
“Well, if that’s the case,” she said,
I wouldn't
‘What must
“I'll have my money back.
let my son go out there.
the rats be like.
The man in the next flat was
with your kid yelling like that! If
pounding on the wall.
at dinner, and after dessert little
Johnny pressed the minister to have
another piece of pie.
The minister laughed. “Well, John-
ny, if you insist, I will have another.”
“Good!” said Johnnny. “Now, ma,
remember your promise. You said if
you had to cut into the second pie I
could have another piece!”
“I've no doubt about this case,”
said the lawyer's clerk to his chief.
“One look at that fellow over there
convinces me that he is guilty.”
“Hush!” said the lawyer nervously
“That's the counsel for the defense.”
The young man was a devout lover
of opera. All through the second act
his hostess had chattered and smirked,
entertaining the small party in her
box and disturbing a large part of ihe
audience.
“You must come again,” she said.
as he wished her “Good night“.”
“Come on Thursday. It's ‘Manon.’
Have you heard Manon?”
|erous aliases under which the jack
bean is “Pearson bean.”
“Wonder bean,” “Gotani bean,” “South
American coffee bean,” etc., are only
a few of the names in which the jack
bean has been rechristened.
known.
It has some value in the South as a
green manure crop, and there is evi-
dence to show that it may be a good
silage crop when cut green.
Cattle do not relish the jack bean
bay, nor do they make gains upon the
ground seed, which product they must
be taught to eat.
The bean is eaten by natives of
Mexico, but most experimenters de-
scribe it as flat and coarse in flavor
The seed contains a large propor-
tion of a material known as urease
and used in medicines, but the demand
for the product is extremely limited.
After all, the scientists warn the
prospective buyer of “wonder beans”
to have a specimen identified, or else
confine the first plantings to small
areas until the doubtful values of the
bean are better established and a bet-
ter market provided than seems to ex-
ist at present.
“No,” he responded gravely; “I've
never heard you in ‘Manon.’ ”
Little Jimmy went with his mother
to stay with an aunt in the country,
and his mother was very worried as to
how he would behave.
But to her surprise he was angelic
during the whole visit—always did as
he was told, and never misbehaved.
As soon as he got home, however,
he was his natural self again.
“Oh, Jimmy,” she said, “you were
so good while you were away, why
do you start behaving badly now?”
“What's home for?” asked Jimmy
in pained surprise.
Barly inscriptions made about 2,200
B. C. show that the Babylonians had
developed a fairly extensive system of
figuring.
Foreign countries are using only
half as much petroleum as the United
States, but have seven times as much
oil in the ground.
At their present rate of consump-
tion, foreign oil producing countries
have enough to last them more than
250 years.
U Need This Household Necessity
aoa
AT
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1-2 gross caps; hardwood mallet
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DIRECTIONS for USING
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using wooden mallet or hammer,
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slightly with spreader end of cap-
per, corrugations up
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| Electricity Versus
Steam for Railways
It has been estimated that the elee-
trification of our steam railways
should save the country more than
100,000,000 tons of coal annually. On
the few hundred miles of track where
electricity has taken the place of
steam the capacity of tracks and other
equipment has increased fully one-
half. Electric engines speed up sched-
ules as much as twenty-five per cent,
and cold weather that paralyzes the
steam lines does not hurt the lines
that are operated electrically. Of the
150,000,000 tons of coal used in one
year to operate the steam roads, two-
thirds could be saved under electic
power, and thus ten per cent of the
ton mileage of all the roads that now
haul coal could be applied to other
Besides the waste of coal, 40,
000,000 barrels of oil, or nearly fifteen
per cent of the total output, goes to
engines and could be saved by using
electricity. It is considered by some
authorities appalling that twentyfive
per cent of the total amount of coal
that we mine every year is used to
operate our railways under such in-
efficient conditions that it requires an
average of at least six pounds of coal
uses.
to the horse-power hour.
The Short Skirts Survives
“We have already announced the
survival of the short skirt,” writes
Helen Koues in an article in May
Good Housekeeping, “and now the
couturiers of Paris have decreed that
this skirt shall be pleated. Box-
plaits, accordion plaits, side-plaits,
“pin” plaits—no matter what, so
long as the skirt is plaited. Jenny
plaits a tailored skirt all around at
the waistline—three-quarter-inch plaits
—and makes no attempt to disguise
the resulting fullness. Other Jenny
skirts show plaited panels, and one
in finely plaited blue serge, is finished
on the edge with a narrow, confining
band to insure the straight silhouette.
The movement of this skirt in walking
is very pretty.
“Jenny shows very finely plaited
black satin flounnces below a hip-
trimmed with galon cire, plaited pan-
els in otherwise plain skirts and much
plaited or fluted serge, satin, and or-
gandy in the form of ruffs and rushes
as trimming.
“IL,anvin shows straight skirts plait-
ed in front and back, with the plain
panel edges overlapping on the sides.
Premet shows box-plaited tailored
skirts—the plaits not less than an inch
wide—below jackets which are close-
fitting to the waistline and slightly
below. Doeuillet makes much of
plaited panels and flounces.”
Long before the late war, liquid
firo was used in warfare, especially
by the Byzantine Greeks.
It is not generally known that a hen,
when sitting, turns her eggs entirely
around once a day.
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