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The young lady sore-s t I
this is a mechanical age and f:a:t.o’mo.£{l:
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Lyric; of Life
DOUGLAS MALLOCH
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POSSESSIONS.
‘.'w:".'. gather riches more and more.
i l‘. u. ,. no doubt. a golden store:
i 501 I know that all you own.
rur mills, your fields. your .house
of stone,
1 l.”\'f‘l‘ give you half the Joy
'ml in the pockets of a boy.
. 4 in ordinary health
-. toll you more the Joys of wealth
' . m nil your bankers ever can.
' - wwr much you own. my mam
"-i zrzm. have some railroad
s'm‘ks.
‘ .f ?.~re'9 the funniest of rocks.
- 1* 'lr'ul it yonder in the creek:
. , . m you see that yellow streak?
Silt-will and hard amd bright and
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» you anything it's gold."
- ‘, lmrc‘s a shell all white and
you
my sis a comb. l tynkf'
V; «a rod feather for his hat—-
‘: in: you anything like that?
an a. mansion, that is true.
‘ have built a shanty. too.
:--"s the key that lets him in. '
"h'n a tag. a tag of tin.
' vine. a clockwheel. and a. naiL
' gs like this are not for sale,
.not buy them anywhere.
.5: collect them here and there.
1 nylsh treasures. day by day.
' foolish elders throw away.
. true. you have some bills and
sold.
2: here's a banker ten years old
'.‘.'lm can outcount you. Search
yourself;
Have you a bracket for a shelf.
A hrmk to hang a picture on,
A pencil with the rubber gone?
An old suspender buckle, too.
Does such a thing belong to you?
To see great wealth beyond a doubt
Just turn a youngster’s pockets out.
it's true you have the cash to buy
Most anything. I won't deny.
llut banks may burst and fortunes
fail:
llut if you want a bolt. a nail.
.\ little rope. a piece of wire.
Hr anything you may require.
.mst ask a boy. It may not be
flight in his pocket. I agree.
lmt if it’s not already his.
He knows exactly where one is.
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SHORT STORY?
The Dumbbell
sy' CLARISSA MACKIE
Copyright, 1984. by The McClure Newspaper Syndicate
faintly. "Here comes old
Miss Locker with another
one of her hopeless nephews."
"Coming here?" asked Bobby
Taylor. as he peered through the
vines that screened the broad
piazza.
“lure as fate. She asked if she
might bring a. guest to the garden
Dirty. and mother thought it might
be one of her women friends—he's
dark. and not bad looking, Bobby.
but all her nephews are perfect
dumbbellsi"
"Looks pretty puppy to me," ad-
mitted Bobby.
"Is he carrying a book?"
"Yes."
"That's the kind—everyone totes
a book—sometimes they read 'em.
“70". I'm not going to have my
afternoon spoiled by trying to talk
to him when you are here. Bobby——
so I shall just pass him along to my
cousin. NanCy Barr. Poor innocent.
she doesn't know what is in store
for her!"
"She’s a pretty kid,”
Bobby.
The "poor innocent.” stealing a
moment's respite from the part)’.
had ensconced herself in a huge
couch hammock which presented a
broad canvas back to the speakers.
Now the hammock was violently
agitated and Nancy Barr, in all the
loveliness of her twenty years.
gowned in palest pink frock that
matched her cheeks. emerged. in—
dignantly disclalming any intention
of entertaining any more of Edith’s
hopeless guesta
"I want a little fun myself,"
ended Nancy’. "My feet have been
trampled on by every clown in
Fairmont—I'd like to dance with one
good dancer."
Bobby bowed ceremoniously. "This
is your opportunity. Nancy Barr." he
offered. ’
Nancy shrugged. and at that mo-
ment Edith's voice. sweetly attuned
to the occasion. was introducing
Nancy to Miss Locker. and then pre-
senting Mr. Ventnor.
"Run along and dance. Dick.” or-
dered Miss lS'ocker. 'W'hercls my
book? One I promised your mother."
she explained to Edith.
Bobby was grinning quizzically
after Mr. Ventnor, who had asked
Nancy to dance. and was escorting
her swiftly across the grass to the
large tent where an orchestra played
softly.
An hour later Edith saw them still
dancing together, and her heart was
wrung with pity for her self-sacri-
ficing cousin.
"liobbv, dear.
switch that young man away from
Nancy; take some of the other boys
over—she must be bored to death
with him. and he has trailed her all
over the place."
"They seem to be having no end
of a good time." objected Robb)“.
"Nancy's laughing fit to kill her-
self."
"Hysteria. probably." remarked
Edith drily. “You tell Nancy it
doesn't look well to dance too often
with the same man. I will take him
off her hands for awhile."
"Go and do it then." And Bobby
marched off in a huff.
'Edith walked over to the dancing
tent and waited until she caught
Nancy's shining eyes. and beckoned.
What ailed the child this afternoon?
ller hazel eyes were like mysterious
stars of light. and she looked bliss-
fully happy. “Can it be that she
likes the man?"
who loved only Bobby.
“OH. help!" walled Edith Hall
conceded
do stop in and.
Whenthe dance was over Richard
Ventnor brought Nancy to Edith.
and then claimed Edith for the next
dance. but his eyes lingered On
Nancy's flushed face until the crowd
again and again. but somehow she
did not seem to mind clumsy-footed
partners any more. Bobby observ-
ing her. noticed that not only when
she danced with Ventnor did that
starry look come into her eyes, but
it seemed to remain there through-
out the day.
"You poor
Edith that
Nancy's room.
martyr." condoned
night. coming into
“Miss Locker will
after this-y0u were so patient with
him! My dear, I danced with him
once. and he didn't say ten words to
me—but he is the best dancer I
know."
"That must have been some con-
solation," dimpied Nancy.
"It was. Did you really like him.
Nance?" incredulously.
"Of cour I did—l think he is
amendid. 8:;sidcs. he is not one of
Miss Locke s nephews. Edith."
"Who is he. then?”
“The son of a friend of Miss
Locker's. He is very clever. indeed.
Edith. You should hear him tell
about countries he has travelled
through. and such adventures.
"A friend of Miss Lockers—-
Ventnor——it can't be those North
Shore Ventnors."
"\Vhy couldn't it be?"
"Miss Locker would never have a
chance to meet them—they have
heaps of money—41nd related to
some of the best people in the coun-
try?" '
"I am afraid it is that family.”
sighed Nancy.
"Afraid. why?"
But Nancy would not tell her
cousin what she feared—that the
dazzling dream was too wonderful
to be true. She was afraid that Miss
Locker's splcndid friend would go
back to his people and forget all
about her. She really wished that
Miss Locker had brought one of her
“Dumbbell" nephews, instead. if
borrow fiditi‘rs sinng.’ *‘r‘ne next
day but one, Miss Locker and her
Kuest called at Hall House. and
Nancy had another delightful half-
.hour with Dick \‘enfnnr. He was
:lcnvlng thnt day and made his fare-
wclls. “'hon he went there was it
litile‘cry of fnrowcll in Nancy‘s
aching heart. but her lips were smil-
ing. That night she quarri‘led with
Edith.
'I don‘t see why ~you continue to
ridicvzlc Mr. \‘cninur." vricd Nancy.
pcn'llf'd on the font of her bed. "it
corms so absurd, somehow?"
"Ilnw absurd?" lidl‘ih reddcned.
"Absurd because he is so evidently
everything that is splendid in a
mnn; hr- is handsome and brave—-
wondered Edith. part x."
.\\'h:’, lilliih. don‘t you know that he
iis Richard \‘cntnnr. the war corre-
spnndvnt. “ho riskml his li'o over
frlml over during thv‘ war? Miss
Locked (‘nniiviv‘d to me that he has
jnn end of decorations. He never
{breathed It Word of the whole thing."
“Nancy Barr? Thou. if he is the
war corrcgpondcnt he is the rich
l\'ontnnr. Gnmlncss--—l don't believe
I'll ever cull nm'ono n dumbbell
again—one never knowsf"
Three months later she repeated
her decision when Nancy's engage-
ment to Dick \‘entnor was an-
nounced. -
"That's Nnncy's reward for being
a Good Samaritan at the garden
observed Bobby Taylor
wise 1y.
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LOWERBD and otherwise ll:-
F ured chiffon and georgette
have had frequent interrup-
tions in their progress up the lad-
der of fashion. For a time it
seemed as if they had best aban-
don their upward ascent and and
what satisfaction they could in
being simply "popular". though
sometimes commonplace and too
usual.
Many dressmakers had a rather
superior way of speaking of these
fabrics—patronizing, to say the
least. And now if there is one
thing that strikes the casual ob-
server forcibly at the showings of
frocks by full! smart dress-
mskers and designers it is the ex-
tensive use of figured chiflons and
georgettes. They are used for
wraps as well as frocks. for eve-
ning frocks as well as for day—
time. Alresdy among discriminat-
ing American women the chlffons
sud georgettos showing striking
figures of white against black or
navy blue seem to be especially
liked.
For a time you know it was
distinctly felt that the figured
chiffon was distinctly not appro-
priate for a formal evening occa-
sion. . This prejudice is now with-
out foundation. Certsin smart
French women set the fashion of
wearing figured chiffons at bril-
liant evening entertainments and
seemingly numbers of smart
women have followed suit.
The sketch shows a striking ex-
ample of this new type of evening
frock-chiflon with black back-
ground and large colored roses—
the skirt finished at the hem with
a wide border of .green chiffon.
The scarf. also of green chiffon.
is decorated with a rose chiffon
sppliquee.
Printed chiflon in block with large
rose design. Wide harder on skirt
and scarf of anon chin‘on.
Shading murderdlow om
meprJsquhisflstIlooks
“isotherm
AKERS and purveyors of
M women's clothes are finding
that with every season there
is an ever greater demand for
knowledge of colors. In other
words the question of color in
women's clothes has passed from
a fairly simple stage when there
were only three or four "new‘
colors a season to the present
time when every season scores of
“new'” shades and colors are de-
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Once brown was merely "brown"
——now they talk of tote d: gape
. of Havana or o ea.
or 111886! blue they speak of
"powder". or lupine. dspbne. sis-
tise. etc. Every season there are
new greens. They still talk of
Lanvin. resede‘ , and even of jade.
on and bud green.
reg!” each mixture of color pig-
ments there is often a whole range
of colors. and milliaers and dress-
makers have taken advantage 0;
sec
eh hsdlnss .that suggest
the elect of e sunset where a deep
{risk will shadeoir to an almost
imperceptible
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of s W. from deep tones at
thesdgeto the faintest shades at
the shore. and'
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edged with ostrich fringe. Nar-
row ribbons ranging from light-
est to s vivid tone of a certain
color'are used in trimming pictur-
esque evening frocks. The idea
is worked out interestingly in the
crown of a felt hat that ranges
from a vivid green at the brim to
a pale yellow at the center of the
crown. A distinctly faded effect
is the result. In the hat of this
sort shown in the sketch little rib-
bon pump bows trim it in front
and back and on either side.
ON THE SCREEN OF FASHION
Light weight small felt hats are
even more acceptable for warm
weather this year than in seasons
past. The white felt hat with
trimming in some bright color.
yellow. red. or green. seems es-
pecially smart. But there are al-
ways some women who achieve
greatest smartness when wearing
all white hats in summer.
At a very smart wedding re
cently the maid of honor in yel-
low wore stockings and slippers
to match and the bridesmaids in
mauve wore mauve stockings and
slippers—thus departing from the
custom of wearing flesh-tinted
stockings regardless of the color
of the frock. There seems to be
an increasing demand for stock—
ings to match the frock with
which they are to be worn.
Mushroom pleating is the name
applied to a style of very fine.
very close pleating that distinctly
suggests the underside of a mush-
room. Separate skirts of very
fine silk crepe are pleated in this
manner and it is used frequently
in makingcrepe de chine negligees.
a scans 'rmrr 1s mfirsnnxr
One of the‘smartcst of the white
sport frocks shown by a smart
shop has an accompanying scarf
made of bright red crepe dc chine.
bound with lwovinch white sill:
braid———which makes the binding
an inch wide. as the braid is
doubled and then stitched in place.
YOUR “‘ORK FROCKS
HEY SHOULD BE EASILY
VVASHED. For this reason
some closely woven cotton
fabrics are not so desirable as
more loosely woven fabrics. Other
things being equal, linen or such
silks as pongee would be even
more desirable because of the ease
with which they may be washed.
They should be suited to work.
This means short sleeves. fairly
short skirt and enough width of
skirt to make it possible to take
easy steps.
They should be presentable.
There is a distinct advantage to
the busy housewife if her work
frock is even suitable to wear on
the street. Then it is phssible to
take a trip to the’shops or on
some other errand without taking
time to dress especially for it. For
this reason a straight. slip-on
frock of some wash material that
can be worn with some sort of
coat swaster or other sport jacket
makes a satisfactory type of work
frock.
They should be inexpensive to
make it possible to have a num—
ber of them. On the other hand
there seems to be true economy
in paying enough for them to in-
sure good material. One house-
wife has actually found that it
pays to have. house frocks of
white linen. because they never
have to be discarded on account
of fading. and because they can
be washed so easily.
YOUR UMBRELLA
There are many interesting new
umbrellas in the shops. The thing
that marks them all is their short-
ness and stubbiness. The handles
are short and fat. the ferrules are
short and fat. Sometimes the
handle is really so big around that
the hand cannot span it. A nice,
painted Chinese fat man of .wood
is the handle of one such um-
brella. The ferrule is his stubby
wooden feet.
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‘ NCE again she is with III.
0 She. meaning the ever-flori-
ous. perennial holiday girl.
Summer by summer. the sun and
the air. and the golden sands and
the old white cliffs. And. summer
by summer. the same miraculous
harvest of golden girls and beautiful
youths.
While I write this I have been
watching a golden girl frolic in the
sea.
In her biue-bisck swim-suit and
gipsy-red hanky. she looked as bon-
ny a water-lily so any to be found
amongpur nestingpopulatlon.
And when she climbed into her
bathing box. all gleaming wet and
beautiful. I wondered.
Ihaveseensomanyofthemoome
out of the see like some lovely
daughter of Neptune and reappear
again a disappointing picture of ill-
s.ssorted clothes. too many mes-stri-
cious trinkets. and the wrong style
of bur-dressing.
.But she. pretty girl. emerged “still
in ‘the picture.”
A simple study in mauve linen of
plain cut. pink cheeks. bobbed hair
of pale gold. and impeccably white
, shoes and stockings.
I'd like to have had her painted
then and there as the spirit of this
year’s charmingly siimple summer
girl.
You can't beat mauve linen and
pink checks for charxn—even in
Paris.
And over on the rocks is a pair
of lovers. each with their arm mund
the other's waist. They are sharing
one book. and. from their affection—
ate regard. two hearts. and one
dream of the future.
How very precious is holiday love!
I pity a love that has no days off.
Every. lover should have leisure to
WOO.
For how can you do Justice to
your heart when you meet your girl
at the fag—end of the imperfect day
in quick-lunch pushes. in stuffy
cinemas. down side streets away
from the clatter of the cars and the
”1.." but where office folk spy on
you from windows. and where small
boys Jeer at you, and scrub ladies
goggle-eye you from basement
depths? ..
How can you oar-en your love-
dream in big cities when your. ls-
hss one eye on the shop windows.
. . . the new tennis rscquets. the
pristine balls. . . . a white accor-
dion shirt and silk stockings with
do: to go with them. . . . that
, dove-gray satlnwood bedroom suite
with the oxidized silver bed and the
pink tulip candle shades. . . . the
chocolate shops wherein repose boxes
of goodies too luxurious for your
loan purse. . . . and the jolly
model nursery. all-white painted fur-
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HOLIDAY LOVE AND ‘
HOLIDAY GIRLS
Mandeolmdsnmkamla
blue ceiling lit with golden stars»
1 ask- you?
No. trueloveneedsthesollmdeot
wide spans; and no mini-lit
but the roar of the sea. a 3‘18th
windinthetreetops. thehumofthe
bees. and the sing—song of the birds.
and its own heart-beats.
Sweet pesos. where the Lover may
put the Immortal Question. undie-
turbed.
And. behind me as I canes down
to the beach there is a boarding
house, and from nearly ovary bed-
room window I saw a pair of white
silk stockings hanging from the our-
talns to dry in the sun.
The boarding house summer girl.
Another miraculous creaturel
Maybe she comes from some little
hall bedroom in a noisy street. and
for two‘weeks of the humdrum year
shehasnothingtodobuteeehow
many delicious memories and adven-
tures and excursions she can tuck
into each twenty-four hours of
golden liberty to last her until an-
other summer comes round.
she has not too much money in
her holiday besdbeg. and not too
many trunks. but what she leaks in
opulence she makes up to us in sim-
ple charm.
She rises with the lark and rifles
all the sleep out of fresh and dewy
eyes in the moon-cooled seas: goes
‘becktohertinybednomandwashes
her a .
And pins than to the curtain. and
then goes down to eat every item
of a table d'hote breakfast.
Sheisssdtasafiddle. asgayss
ablrdandfulltotheverybrimof
her hat with the joy of holiday life.
And any holiday evening you can
see her through the window. busy
witharollofsougsatthepdeno.
and if you can wait long enough.
and don’t mind the odors of a table
d'hote"?hmer being washed up "
sweeping overpoweringiy from the
busy basement. you'll hear lovely
young notes crooning over "Meli-
sande in the Wood.” -
And you'll see. too, through
wide-flung curtains some young man
very reverently turning over the
peso--
hfore holiday love.
Slim. dying tennis less. m
silken-scarfed heads. thoughtful eyes
reflecting over ice (ream soda
straws. shiny feet and ankles twin-
kling to the dance on beamed
floors: birds of paradise creme
frocks. concertlna skirts swirling in
the breeze: the holiday love. and
holiday laughter. and holiday happi-
ness of glorious holiday girls.
Holiday girls and holiday lon—
good luck to both.
By F. A.
To a large extent the days of
sunshine in the life of mortal!
depend upon their attitude to—
ward the ever-present problems of
existence. .
“'1: are all carrying a burden of
some kind. The rich have their kit-
closely packed. heavier often than
those of the poor. There is no way
of escaping our responsibilities to
one another. or to the world. Life
imposes certain duties upon us.
which. in spite of wealth or station.
we must accept and discharge. We
may try to delay the inevitable. but
there finally comes the day when we
our account.
To protest with a shrill voice or
an ugly spirit simply adds other
pounds to the weight of the pack.
shuts tho sunshine from our lives.
distorts our vision and dempens our
ardor. '
We all realise after such experi-
ences how futile and foolish were
our dissents. and sometimes after
the keen edge of our resonance“ has
worn off. we fall to wondering Why
Every time we neglect our duteous
obligations. whether to ourselves or
to others. we unconsciously shut out
from our days of voyagin‘. a bit of
sunchine which rightfully belonged
to us. .
And quite aside from the irrepara-
ble loss of this beneficent blessing.
we lose strength of character and
become more and more lax in form-
ing right opinlofis.
Finally. we come to a crew
in life. where we not venture
without first seeking from others a
strong arm or a stout heart to lean
upon. fearing to trust our own judg-
ment. During all this time we are
shut away from sunshine. Beneath
the clouds of doubt. minds rust and
energieswen, emeointhedarkdus
we feel that we are woefully lacking
in the power of leadership.
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And.,we. if we have a thread as
faith which we can hold to without
losing our trip. can follow in the
footsteps of such men and live a life-
long day in a helpful and hopeful
sunshine. even when the weather
outside is gloomy and the grate ln- .
side is cold.
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