w’ x” A COLLEGE TRAININ". Home from college came the stripling, cal' and cool and debonair. . With a weird array of raiment anda \vm derous wealth of ,hair. With a. lazy love of languor andahoalth‘ hate of work , And a. cigarette devotion that'would sham the turbaned Turk. And he culled his father “Guv‘nor,” with: check serene and rude. While that raging, wrathful rustic called hi- son a "blasted dude." . And, in dark and direful language muttered threats of coming harm To the “ idle. shiftless critter " from his father’s good right arm. And the trouble reached a climax on the lawn behind the shed— “Now l’m goin’ ter lick yer. sonny." so the sturd y parent said, “And I‘ll knock the college nonsense from your noddlc. mighty quick"—— Then be lit upon that chappy like a wagon- load of brick. But the youth serenely murmured. as he gripped his angry dad. "You‘re a clever rusher, Guv‘nor. but you tackle very bad;” And he rushed him through the centre and he tripped him for a fall, And he scored a goal and touch-down with his papa as a ball. Then a cigarette he lighted. as he slowly strolled away. Saying "That was jolly. Guv‘nor, now we’ll practice every day.” “'hile his father from the puddle, where he wallowed in disgrace. Smiled upon his offspring, proudly, from a bruised and battered face. And with difliculty rising. quick he hobbled to the house. “Henry’s all right, Ma." he shouted to his anxious, waiting spouse. “He jest licked me good and solid, and I tell yer, Mary Ann, “.1101 a-chap kin lick yer husband he’s a . mighty able man.” —Joe Lincoln in L. A. Vv’. Bulletin. hr DOLL Al) “think. 'It happened a. long while ago, when I was a. very little girl. I am almost fourteen now, so of course I don’t play with dolls any longer. In fact, I never cared much for them after I gave up my doll Adelaide. I named her Ade- laide after my older sister, for they looked very much alike. Both had large brown eyes and curly brown hair, ; only sister’s had little sneckles of red in . it. I shall never forget the day that I .. _. _ 4<\. _-—..._. ‘! l a I l i i I lost my lovely child. I was riding her . hp and down the avenue, and neither . of us were thinking of danger when . suddenly a. big dog appeared, overturn- ed the little doll buggy, and began to bark fiercely. I set the carriage up again and ran off as fast as I could. When I reached home and looked in the car- riage Adelaide was gone! It was growing toa dark for me to go back, so I had no hope of finding her again. When I told sister about it she was almost as sorry as I was, and putting on her hat she went out to search for my lost darling. S-he hunt— ed up and down the avenue for a long time, and even asked some of the pass- ersby if they had seen anything of the poor child. Finally a. young man, hearing her question, drew my Ade- laide out of his coat pocket! He had _ been waiting, he said, for some child to claim. her; but as he missed see-ingme he would come home with sister, so that I could thank him‘myself. Wasn’t that nice of him? But the queerest rsrt of it.was that when I did thank him he was so busy talking to sister but he did not hear me. . i I never quite understood just how it 9 happened, but after that Mr. Bob Tre- mains—that was the young man’s name—used to come up very often to- see sister, and he always ’asked me about my lovely Adelaide. He seemed to be very fond of her, and once he told me that I must never throw her away, for he wanted her after I tired of her. I thought that was queer, for generally young men do. not care for dolls. One night, quite a long while after- we rd, sister went to a. fancyrdress par- ty. She looked awfully cute, for she was dressed just. like a. little girl, With her hair hanging in two long braids, and she carried my doll, Adelaide. I went with her down into the parlor, where Mr. Bob was waiting for her. She had been afraid that he would not ' like her dress, so she asked him in just the way I do when ’1’ think I am going to be scolded,— “Do I look like a. little girl?” Then his eyes were all shiny, and he took hold of both of her hands as he said,— “ch, and you are one—my little girl.” ‘ I had never seen either of them act ‘ so queerly before, so I thought that I would go. or course I was in bed when they got home. but sister told me that some- thingr very important had happened that night. The very next day Mr. Bob came up and talked a. long while with momma. I noticed when sister came out of the room that._,she had a pretty sparkly ring on 'her finger, and Mr. Bob was looking at her just as I look at candy when mamma. says,— “You can have some in a little while, Margaret, if you are good.” After that Mr. Bob was there every day, and the other young men did not come very often. I was glad of it for I liked Mr. Bob best. He always talk- ed to me as if I was of importance, and he did not call me Midget, as Mr. Lin- coln did. I did not like Mr. Lincoln a bit. and I knew that sister did not, either, for once when Susan brought his card up to her, I saw her make a little face, just as I do when I have to take nasty medicine. One evening he stayed a very little while for I was staying with Adelaide out In the hall when he went. Just to tease me, I suppose, he picked the child up, kissed her and put her in his pocket, pretending that he was going to tdzcl her home with him. I was very angry, and washed Adelaide’s face aft- cr he was gone. The next day, when I was sitting qui- etly on Mr. Bob’s knee, he asked,— “Well, Margaret, what are you think- ing about?” I " “I was thinking how much nicer you are than Mr. Lincoln,” I said slowly. “I don’t like Mr. Lincoln.” “We agree there,” he said ing. ‘ ' - “I was very angry with him last night when he kissed Adelaide. I don’t like to have any one but you kiss Ade- laide.” All of a. sudden Mr. Bob looked very white and queer, just as if he had swal- lowed a pin and was going to choke. “Tom Lincoln kissed Adelaide?” he said so sternly that I quite jumped. “Are you sure, Margaret?” ,1 “Why, of course I am! You know that I never tell stories, Mr. Bob. It was when he was going, you know; she was sitting in the hall chair, and—.” “What did—your sister say to it?” “Oh, she didn’t mind; she only laughed. I believe she liked him to do it,” I added crossly, for vaas'an- gry with sister for not scolding him. Mr. Bob began to talk to himself. “Lincoln and Adelaide—I would not have thought it possible, although sometimes I have feared—” Just then sister came in. “Good afternoon, Miss Wyman,” he said, as if he were speaking a piece in school. “Your little sister has been telling me some interesting stories. If she were not very truthful they would be hard to believe.” All the pretty color had gone out of sister’s face, and she looked very queer, too. “But she is very truthful, she never told a story in all her little life,” she said in a very, very quiet way, and kissing me she added, “go now, dear.” I held Adelaide tightly and went out into the hall to think. I saw Mr. Rob’s overcoat hanging on the hall tree, so I tucked Adelaide in his pocket. “Stay there, my dear. I can’t play with you now. Mr. Bob is angry with sister and I have done it, but I can’t see how. I guess I’ll go tell mamma.” But mamma was not home, so not knowing what to do I went up-stairs and began to cry. Presently I heard the front door close, and I ran down hoping to see mamma. But no one was there. Worse than all, Mr. Bob’s overcoat was gone, with Adelaide in the pocket! I burst‘into the parlor—no Mr. Bob was there. Sister was lying on the couch with her face in a cushion, and her pretty ring was on the table. “I want Adelaide,” I said. “Where is Mr. Rob ?” “He has gone,” she answered, and I knew by her voice that she was crying. “He will never come back—never, nev- er!” I waited for no more, but darted out of the front door and down on the street as fast as my legs would carry me. I saw Mr. Rob far ahead. He was walking slowly, and his head was bent as if he was thinking. “Mr. Bob! Mr. Bob!” I cried as loud as I could. “I want Adelaide! Wa-ait, laugh- “Moganis Alley” March... By NELLIE LURKER CHILD‘S. Copyright. 1957,31 , ical News Co: New York. d W E rm 1.Y , - N 03W A i 2.: ..“nJA- 7. an s. it: Bob!". At last I made him hear, for he turn— ed around: He looked as if he wanted to cry, but he couldn’t. “I want Adelaide,” I said. “She is in your pocket. I put her there to take a nap while I was busy, and then you went 'away.” He drew her slowly out of his pock- et and looked at her. I - “I am going to kiss. her, Margaret,” he said, and he talked just as I did when I buried my kitty, “for she brought me the only real happiness I ever knew.” ' “You shan'tl”. I said, stamping my foot. “You have made my sister cry and I hate you! I like Mr. Lincoln ev- er so much better! Am sorry I was so cross when he kissed.Adelaide. He shall kiss you as often as he wants, shan’t he, Adelaide?” And I clutched her tightly. I started to run, but Mr. Bob stopped me. He looked as if the sun was shin— ing in his face and he could hardly see. “Look here, Margaret,” he said, “did you mean that Mr. Lincoln kissed your doll, Adelaide, last night?” “Yes, I did, 'and he can—” “And did you say that sister was—— er—crying when you left?” “Yes, and I ’spect she will get sick and die, too,” I answered mournfully. “Come,” he said, “put Adelaide back in my pocket' and sit up here on my shoulder. We will go to sister and make her laugh again.” He has such big shoulders that it is lots of fun to ride on them, and this time he went faster than he ever had before. We went into the parlor very quietly. He lifted me from his shoul- ders and going over to the couch put both his arms around sister. “My own little girl,” he said very low, “can you ever forgive me for doubting you?” ' Mr. Bob is a very funny man. He always talks to megas if I were a very big girl, and to sister as if she was lit— tler than I am. He had forgotten that Adelaide was still in his pocket, but I had not. How- ever, I went out of the room for quite a little while. When I came back sis- ter had stopped crying, and had her arms around Mr. Bob’s neck as she talked to him. “Mr. Bob,” I said very politely, “may I have Adelaide, please? It is time for me to put her to bed.” Mr. Bob took her out carefully. “Say, Margaret,” he said, “If you will give me Adelaide I will send you up to- morrow the biggest and prettiest doll in the city.” ' I hated to do it, for I loved Adelaide dearly, but he wanted her so much that at last I gave in. The next day the most. beautiful doll that I ever saw came up from the store. I named her Roberta, after Mr. Rob, and I used to play with her some- times. But, as I said, I never cared much for dolls after I gave up Ade. laide. STARVING STUDENTS.- PRESIDENT HARPER SAYS FOOD IS "SCARCE AT CHICAGO UNIVERSITY. Young Dion and Women Struggling to 0b- tain Enough to Eat “'hile Pursuing Their Studies—They Manage to Gradu ate but are Physical Wrecks. Of the five deaths that have occurred at Chicago University in five years. threemay be attributed directly to starvation. This statement was made by President Harper at ‘the twenty- fir-st convocation of the university, or the third of January. By investiga- tion, it has been proved that hundreds 0f students, men and women, are 1iv~ ing very close to the line where starva- tion begins. Two sisters from Iowa 'live together in one room, and theii combined weekly expenses do not ex ceed two dollars. There are many sim- ilar cases. Sometimes three or four young men share one room, living or bread, with meat Once a week. PRESIDENT HARPER. They cannot afford to join a club; they‘have not money enough to go to a boarding house, or to take their meals at a restaurant; and the fraternity halls are far beyond their purses. Al the various clubs that have been estab- lished at the university, it costs from two and a quarter to three dollars per week for meals, and at the fraternity houses, considerably more. “The university,” says President Harper, “is turning out men of strong intelligence but weak bodies. Some 0-} them are moral and intellectual dyspep- tics. It cannot be expected that they will be of much use in the world. II the body is not properly nourished the mind will refuse to act as it should, am: I therefore hold that it is as necessary to take care of and cultivate the one a: the other.” “This is a subject upon which I have thought deeply, and nothing but-the lack of funds has prevented me from carrying out some of my ideas. What is needed is a. place where the student: P can get goon food cheaply. By good .food, I meanwholeso-me food that. is well and properly cooked: Some 0! them board at restaurants; which is not so bad; others live at the fraternity houses, where the food is excellent, but others ‘bach it,’ and live on the small- est su=m they possibly can.” , “The ambitious student will deny himself food to get books; but, if the idea I have in mind is carried out, they can get wholesome food as cheaply as the insufficient food they are-now buy- ing. It would not takermuch money tc meet the need I have spoken of, and 1 hope soon to be able to see the estab- lishment of university dining rooms for male students such as now exist for women.” Hundreds of poor girls and boys are in attendance at the University of C'hi- cage, and scores of them are struggling to obtain the necessities of life. Very few have wealthy parents. Every year graduates have practically paid their way by doing outside work. The university, being in the World’a Fair district, has been able to hire a! a low rate, a number of houses whicl: were built at the time of the Exposi‘ tion. Many students manage to pay the small rent charged for rooms in these buildings, and their great strug gle is for food. Statue with a ‘Wardrobe and Valet. There is a statue in Brussels with nine suits of clothes and a valet. It is a little manikin statue of a nude boy, erected by a nobleman to commemo- rate the finding of his lost son. The marble is naked on ordinary days, but on fete days and special oc- casions it is clad in fantastic costumes, sometimes in the uniform of the Guard Civique, sometimes in court dress and in costumes of old French days. This wardrobe is always kept in first-class condition by a special valet at a. sal- ary of $40. The valet was provided for in the will of a wealthy maiden lady of Brussels, who .had fallen in love with the beautiful statue. Ber Reason. "I am told,” said Willie Wishington “that you never repeat gossip.” . “That is true,” replied Miss Cayenne “What is the use of wasting my timo telling it when I might as well enjoy myself listening to it?”—-Washingto-' Star. At a. church in Lenox last summer the pulpit was supplied by an assistant clergyman. One Sunday in the course of his sermon this minister told how a man had amassed a large amount of money simply by prayer, going on to give the incidents of the cme. A titter ran through the congregation when the minister, after dwelling on the fact that prayer alone had brought about this man’s fortune, placed his hands together, and, looking upward in a very prayerful attitude. said, “Lord, teach us how to pray!”—Troy Times. ...—... .-.-...... ... . oa—4 4h ' ii \ 5 x ' ...—.— T’f f E __d ' :1! 5 \ h mas—id 'r‘v'E'TLTi ‘~,, EL::‘ E_,_ 'r . - .' ' d—1‘9'fl5‘9"“l' _ :_.___. __..:______L_._ .__.; ___"j' l v F. =1 I . 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