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"Most marriages are a mistake. Mine is."
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silenced him With a handful
BY ARTHUR N. PACK.
Prrsident, The American Nature
Association.
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GLOVES FOR FALL.
Scallopd and embroidered cuffs
rre shown on the new fall gloves.
Monograms are alo in evidence.
RED GRANGE must be a sure enough movie actor now.
Did you see the pictures the other day in which he
and a charming actress demonstrated "the proper way to
kiss"?
Somehow, when you recall Red’s gallant days on the
football field, where he set a mark the huskiest and fastest
the fat man lightly on the forehead.
Smith fell back in mock surprise
and then staggered around in * a
circle as if overcome with emotion.
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EXCESSIVE praise of our heroes is stupid, we have on
the word of Prof. Evarts B. Greene, of the department
of history of Columbia university. The professor declares
that too much laudation of our past heroes suggests a
stupidly pessimistic view of our own times when we have
to deal with ordinary human beings.
The professor is right in that dishonest history loses
much of its force an dis shortsighted. There is no use
in denying defeat after we’ve been beaten; no sense in
pots calling kettles lilies.
But be kind to our heroes, professor. We have our
Aaron Burrs and our Benedict Arnolds. These we have
always with us. And we do need a good example or two,
a few ideals to let us know that all the kettles are' not
black, at least. There are too many of us now who know
there isn’t any Santa.
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oleon Bonaparte perhaps
seem to be picking Ar-
correspondents this sum-
bird of prey look appeals
re. Th. jovial poet—Don
Pink cheeked ana tubby,
venue's flow of tashion-
remes of imagination and
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Nell. standing near the warming
fire, bowed elaborately at
window smash ed. Mar-
p in Fauntleroy costume.
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JVDG RULES THAT CAVE-MAN
METHODS OF LoE-MAKING ARE
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10.30 o’clod
bride’s mol
aker, 913 V
Rev. Keoud
copal churc
Henry. He really prefers cigars,
but he couldn’t risk hiding a supply
up here. He tried it once, but El-
mer Fry stole them all. Now all we
l the sly press agent tricks and matinee-idol
_____trade. •.
But apparently it isn’t possible to succeed in the
movies otherwise. That being so, more-power to the boy.
A BILL to confiscate the property of German royal
families was defeated in a national referendum. Prop-
erty worth approximately $500,000,000 has been saved for
former Kaiser Wilhelm and numerous kings and princesses
by the result of the referendum. There was a light vote
cast. Only 34 per cent of the electors voted yes on the
•proposal for confiscation.
It was admitted that the issue was one of the gravest
which has confronted the German republic. If the cone
fiscation measure had carried, four kings, six grand dukes,
five dukes, seven princesses and their respective dynasties
would have been dispossessed of their landed property.
Many of th foremost leaders o fthe German republic
declared the endorsement of confiscation would be a de-
liberate blow to Germany’s credit abroad and would destroy
their future prospect for foreign credits.
There is a socialist party in Germany. This was the
slogan of the socialist, “not a penny for princesses.” It ap-
pears that the Germans ran true to form as to property
rights. They ran true t form as to the protection of
property rights. Never in their history have the men of
the Teutonc race stood for the repudiation of either in-
dividual or state obligation. Wherever you find the sons
of the Teutonic race, they are opposed to either confisca-
tion or repudiation. They are thrifty, They are industrious.
They never live beyond their “income. They accumulate.
They invest. “To have and to hold,” is one of the tenets
of their business faith.
There may have been exceptions to this rule in the past.
Karl Marx was a German but not of the Teutonic family of
men. In all climes under all flags, the sons of the Teutonic
racebelieve in the payment sof their debts, of all debts
legitimately made or contracted. They are opposed to the
confiscation of the property of others.
There are thousands of the Teutonic family in Texas.
They are not repudiators. Thy are not confiscators.
They believe pledges are made to be kept. No doubt, like
all other tribes or families of men, the Teutons have their
faults they have their vices, they have their shortcomings,
but when it comes to the payments of debts, private or
public, they deliver the goods. They are not welchers.
They are not repudiationists. They stand for the sacred-
ness of contract and the sanctity of private property.
God help the land or the nation where a majority of
the people are repudiators of private or public debts or
willing to confiscate the property of others at the ballot
box. As for the former kaiser, he is a mere creature of a
system of government that has passed away. Oppressive
systems of government should be destroyed; oppressors,
.whether kingly or otherwise, should be'deprived of power
and their alons broken, but the sanctity of private prop-
erty should not be destroyed either under the flags of
Europe or the flags of America.
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AuEFRsefNATURE
Shadows unfurl arabesque pat-
terns. And here I am on a hospi-
tal street. Faint iodoform fumes.
And those sexless white-shrouded
figures moyins ftom window to
commented
for her.
presently, “about Nell and Howard.
They just don’t seem to hit it off.
Still, what else can you expect from
marriage—most of them at any
rate?
“Why, what do you mean, Pat?”
“Just this. That most marriages
are a mistake. Mine is. If I had
it to do all over again, I wouldn’t
marry at all. At least, I wouldn’t
marry Marian.”
(To Be Continued.)
of a beauty salon,
carries two children
“Come on.”
“Nope.* •
Nell Orme moved over beside
since s
Reginald Denny, who has come
back to Broadway after five
years* absence.
O 1s uLng pecoks
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A LOT of ROU,
IF THEY DON'T WATCH OUT
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| By Day and By N ight
By O. O. MeINTYRE
NEW YORK, June 25—Thoughts
Mrs. C. I
afternoon, I
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finally stopped, and he said, "All -1
KANGAROOS are decreasing in Australia. Pedestrians
— decrease here.
JF YOU enjoy your work it’s almost as much fun as
* loafing.
SERGEANT ALVIN C. YORK, who traipsed into camp
one day with 132 well-filled German helmets following
him, won America’s acclaim seven years ago as the world
war’s greatest individual hero.
He was' stormed with theatrical and movie contracts.
He rejected them. He had an idea.
The other day his idea began to take real shape, when
the sergeant broke ground at Jamestown, Tenn., for the
Alvin C. York Industrial Institute. It is to be a $100,000
school, with dormitories for boys and girls.
York is more than a great hero of the war. He has
placed himself second to the hill people in the Blue Moun-
tains of the Cumberland plateau. It is his hope that these
people, many of whom are still untouched by the finger
of modem civilization, be given a chance to learn the prac-
tical, better things of life. '
Bringing in 132 German prisoners helps to win a war,’
but the courage of peace is not less great.
sesmed a really fine _______
-"Come on Smitty, give no ‘Asieep
in the Deep’" commanded Forbes.
“Nothin' doin'.” Smith shook hi
kepp on going, Puds saying, G wizz
holey smokes wats you know about
that? and me saying, I bet we could
make him give us half of that by
our private Cache.”
“An admirable idea.”
he herd the nale drop and quick
terned erround and started to look
on the payment and he kepp on
looking a wil© with me and Puds
poking each other and winking and
trying not to laff, an dall of a
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street. The trantie red of hastily
rouged nps. Why does a Spanish
dancer carry a flower between her
teeth f
Prim ladies .who act as decoys
for stght-seeing wagons. Sitting
with hands folded in their laps.
Whatever became of the boys who
wore fat-erowned derbies down to
their ears? Movies seem to have
taken the place of nurserles. The
cloying hot blasts from subway
ced $es
nguo
John, holding a
’’Whose was it?"
“A lasy man's
she answered.'
Smith's.” She
"Let's give 'em 'Sweet Adeline,'”
he urged. ,
Pet scorned him. "Outmtde, boxo.
This is real high-class etufe."
“Come on," insisted Smith, “sing
mometning I know. Let's havs
Tve Betp Working on the Rai-
road*.**
Iisca great man, the premier of
ominating character to the world;
of the psychiatrist he is only a
nguage that is something akin to a
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Death In Crash
Reveals Wedding
(Associated Press Dispatch to Statesman.]
SHERMAN, June 25.—Morris
Shephard Putney, Austin College
student fbr two years and a track
star, was killed last night in an au-
tomobile accident at Victoria, his
home, according to information re-1
ceived this morning by his wife,
formerly Miss Marian Small Weems.
Putney’s death revealed a secret
marriage of May 15. Putney was
to take up law in the University
of Texas and Miss Weems was to
have taught school this fall.
cigar, said. “I could beat her if I
wasn’t so la: ” A moment later
he was growling at Fry, who had
thrown sand in his face and or-
dered him to “quit braggin’.”
John moved over nearer the fire
to dry out, for the night air was
growing chilly. He was a tall, lank
figure in his bathing suit, longish
of arm and leg, although giving the
appearance of a certaih wiry
strength nd plenty of energy. He
sat down drawing his knees up to
his chin, and held out his hands
to the blaze. •
“Have a marshmallow” offered
Mrs. Smith, reaching him one of
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The question has been raised as
to whether "squirels include drink-
in in their category of .activities.
Vernon Bailey, who has studied
their habits for many years says:
“These are ground squirrels in
arid regions which may live their
whole lives without drinking water
or even knowing what it looks like,
but their food is entirely different
from that of our eastern tree
squirrels and this supphes all the
water they need.”
Tree squirrels all require water
and drink at frequent intervals, at
least every day, and in warm
weather several times a day. With-
out water they soon suffer from
thirst and will unmistakably beg
right Nell, for you, but for nq
body else,”’ and launched Into the
sand, and the rest of the sentence
was lost ip loud sputtering.
Nell Orme had started singing,
and Pat Forbes had joined in, sing-
Ing baritone to her lead. “Come on,
John,” urged Pat, “give ’em a little
of that well-known tenor.”
John laughed and shook his head.
"My pipes are rusty, Pat**
“Aw, come on.” Forbes grabbed
him by the arm, and John was
drafted.
They sang "Deep Rivr" John’s
tenor sounding plaintively above
the rest and Smith suddenly got Op
off the breathless Fry. "Think Fil
blow a little bass," he rumbled and
“John, I bleieve you’re blushing,”
jeered Pat Forbes. . —.----- -----, a
“No. you’re wrong Pat.” he re- ^ng along jest walking alons: and
for it if their water dish becomes
empty.
In dry weather they are often
forced to. leave their regular haunts
and move long distances to obtain
water. In the forest they have
regular routes through the tree
tops and well-worn trails along logs
leading down to streams or pools
where they drink.
Like other rodents, squirrels
drink with the mouth held touch-
ing the surface of the water and
the tongue or throat moving rapida
ly, apparently sucking or pumping
“You’re not so weak yourself.”
she laughed when she had regained
her balance, and he relaxed his
grip on her and murmured an un-
intelligible apology for his rough-
ness.
When they got back to the ffre,
Mrs. Fry and Marian Forbes had
rejoined the men.
“Did you enjoy your swim?” ask-
ed Marian, and John answered,
“Yes.”
“I'll bet she gave you a stomach
full,” jeered Fry, who was eating
toasted marshmallows.
“She did all right,” admitted
John, and laughed. “She’s the best
swimmer I ever saw."
ren with New York views. Won-
what a fur shop clerk thinks
ut in the summer time? A
lo window and the usual mys-
ous auro about pieces of jade,
vtal and lapis lazuli
lore side street garages made
r into concrete homes. A for-
■ bank burglar who reformed
opened a book shop—the evolu-
i of a hard boiled egg. Knots
traffic with their medleys of
ring auto horns.
. woman winks, a man joins her
they saunter toward the park,
h is romance in a big city.
nale, giving me a ideer on ac-
count of me being good at inven-
ting things enyways, and I sed, G,
lets tie this nale on the end of
that string and’drop it in back of
peeple and make them think they
dropped money.
Wleh we started/to. dropping It
in back of some fat man and quick
pulling it agen, aand the fat man
stopped and looked erround and me
and Puds kepp on going pass like
3 peeple that dideht have enythlng
to do with it, and the next time he
went pass we dropped the nale
agen and he looked all erround
agen and started to feel in his
pants pockits like somebody look-
ing for a hole, and jest then he saw
me and Puds trying to look inno-
cent and keep from laffin at the
same time, being almost impos-
sible, and he sed. O is that so, well
if you kids think you are smart,
you got a lot to lern, you cant fool
me.
And he kepp on going and a long
thin man started to go pass so we
The florist who wears white gloves
• and heliotrope shirts. Lizard skin
shoes. Capacious monogrammed
bags. Face parasols with foot long
handles. About as big as a pie pan.
A five minute shower and then
the sun pops out again. Scarves
the hot, brownedonfections on the
end of a stick, and Mrs. Fry chirp-
, mg,,4 •• ed up, saying, “We were arguing'
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smacked Smith resoundingly on his
I wouldn't havs believed it, -eo
you don’t havs to. but it's true.
Along Park avenue near 49th
street a lady had a dog on a lessh.
The dog's collar was of leather
with a celtulota trimming which
formed a wing collar and a black
bow tie like men wear with dinner
olothes. "She fixes him up that
way every evening," eald the po-
liceman on the corner. Evening
clothes for dogs, gosht Still many
•f the dog gops display kiyoodle
blankets with tiny pockets carry-
ing handkerchiefs, and rubber dog
boots have been on sale for years
although I have never seen them
worn.
up the water as does a horse or
cow, not lapping it up as do cats,
dogs and other carnivores.
In city parks and private grounds
it is as necessary to provide water
as food if the squirrels are to re-
main and thrive. It is no kindness
to feed and water them a part of
the year and then leave them
hungry and thirsty until they are
forced to move away and hunt for
new friends and better homes.
•
Send a stamped-addressed enve-
lop© and questions of fact having
to do with Nature wil be answered
by the Consulting Staff of Nature
Magazin© of Washington through"
arrangements mad© by this paper.
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XAcTONAS 2
Ony we dident try to and we ony
did the trick on about 3 more
people on account of the thin man
having took all the fun out of it.
Texas Prison Guard
Slain In Quarrel
TEXARKANA. June 25—Luther
King, a guard at the Shaw prison
farm north of Dekalb, was shot and
instantly Allied there Wednesday.
W. D. Walker, another guard, sur-
rendered to Bowie county officers
at Boeton. Officers were advised
the shooting followed renewal of an
altercation which had occurred
earlier in th© day.
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plump stomach. Th. tortured fat
man. goaded beyond endurance,
pursued the laughing Fry around in
a circle, finally caught him and
threw him to the ground, where he
placidly sat on him and rubbed th.
other’s scalp roughly with his
knuckles.
"It’s auburn," insisted Marian
Forbes, referring once more to
John's hair.
"That’s the pollte adjective,"
smiled Join, "for red—dark red."
"It looks black, now that it’s
wet.” said Howard Orme, breaking
one of his long silences, and his
wife exclaimed, “I wish I had it I”
John looked at her curiously.
"Well,” he said at length, "there
are more interesting things to talk
about,” and blushed In embarrass-
ment.
torted. "It’s just the firelight on
my face." He reached for another
marshmallow. "Give me one, too,”
called Smith from his comfortable
perch astride the protesting Fry.
"Shut up, you mud eating wam-
pusT- he addressed his victim.
’’Milburn,’’ called Fry in a weak
voice. "I say, throw this elephant
off me, will you?"
Pat Forbes was weak - with
laughter. The longer Smith sat on
the tallen Fry. the funnier it grew
—to all savthe unfortunate vic-
tim—and he had been sitting there
a full ten minutes.
"I’m afraid I’ll have to be neu-
tral.” said John. "If I see the
situation getting really critical, I'll
interfere.” Smith said nothing, but
chewed contentedly on a marsh-
mallow.
Neil Orme ran over and pushed
against Smith but could not budge
him. The triumphant fat man shout-
ed in Fry’e ears. • Cay uncle and I’ll
let you up.” •
"Never!" hissed the fallen man.
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have is cigarets."
They smoked in silence for a few
minutes. Finally she said. You
■aid this baby was your first one,
didn’t you?"
“First offense,” he smiled.
"I know you’re thrilled, aren’t
you?” she asked.
“Well—yes, I am,” he said hon-
estly.
She was silent again for a brief
space. Then, "I adore babies,” she
remarked quietly and got to her
feet. •
There was nothing he could say
to this, although he thought for a
minute of asking, "Why don't you
have one, then?”
Without another word, she flash-
ed off the diving board again, and
once more he was held in a swift
rush of admiration at the beauty
of it. ' . '
He dived' off after her. but there
were no more words between them.
She was swimming silently and
powerfully and he grew tired try-
ing to keep up with her.
Finally he stood up in shallow
water. Tm all in,” he called to
her, and walked up on the beach,
waiting.
When she joined him, he said
apologetically, "Che man who spoke
of .woman as the weaker sex had
things twisted. I’m afraid.”
She laughed softly. “Did I tire
you?” Walking beside him, she
tripped in the sand and would have
fallen but he was quick with his
arms and caught her, his hands
gripping the , firm flesh of her
arms. ,
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famous song.
He did it really well, but while
he was dwelling on his lowest bass
note, his eys closed with the ef-
fort, the scandalous Fry approached
and thrust a sanded marshmallow
in the singer's mouth, and th© con-
cert was over.
Fry called from a distance. “Fm
going to bed. Good night, Smittya
Glad I met you, Mr. Milburn; come
out again.”
"Thanks," John called back. “It’s
been a great evening for me.”
When he said good night to Nel!
Orme, in front of Pat Forbes’ gate,
she gave a friendly squeeze to his
hand. “Come out again and swim
with me,” she whispered, and' Pat
Forbes put in, “Don’t you go mak-
ing love to respectable married
men, Nell.”
“All right,” she retored quickly,
“I’ll make love to you’' And Pat
laughing, said, “You win.”
“Well, what do you think of
her?” Pat asked. He and John had
thrown some clothes on and had
explored the ice box. Now they
were back in their room.
“She's a wonder, Pat, a wonder.”
“Put together, isn’t she?” said
Pat coarsely.
“Well, since you mention it, I
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BEGIN HERE TODAY
JOHN MILBURN, partner is the
advertising agency of GRAHAM AND
MILBURN, hails the birth of a baby
girl as a bis event and the turning
point in his and his wife, FAY’S,
marriage.
John is st s romantic nature, which
finds sb outlet in the advertising copy
he writes. He is impractical. In his
family Far runs the budget, jest as in
hie business the financial details are
ran by NATHANIEL GRAHAM.
While Fey is in the hospital, Jahn
la invited to a swimming party at the
country place of PAT FORBES and. tele
wife. John goes, end on his way to
the pool, sees a beautifully formed wo-
man wiving off the springboard. Pat
talk him it ie NELL ORME, and hints
of trouble between her end her husband,
HOWARD. and later John accepts
Nell’s challenge to a swimming race.
The names and situations in the
story are fictitious.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER VI.
It was a perfect dive. John stood
still in sheer admiration for sev-
eral seconds and then heard her
low laugh musically ringing across
the water.
“Coma, on,” she called, and he
dived in after her, aware that be-
side her own beautiful effort his
was a rank failure.
She set out at a swift pace, us-
ing a crawd stroke, and John, try-
ing to keep up, felt tha the had his
work cut out for him. There was
silence between them, broken only
by the splashing of their arms.
Once she disappeared for what
seemed to John a long time, and he
realized she was swimming under
water. Presently she emerged, sev-
eral yards ahead of him.
Drops of water flung Into the
air by her arms were like little
globes of silver in the moonlight
and her arms were alabaster “Still
there?” she cried tauntingly, and set
out with a faster pace.
Pretty boon she came to a stop
and John could see she was stand-
ing at shoulder depth. “Here's
where we turn,” she informed him.
“Thought I’d wait for you. Como
on.” and before he could draw a
full breath she had started off
again.
He tried his best to match ber
speed, but this time she apparent-
ly was in earnest and bo soon real-
ized the futility- of it. When he got
back to th© springing board she
was waiting for him and smiling.
“You’re really a very good swim-
mer,” she encouraged him. “You’re
better than Howard, I think you’re
as good as Henry Smith.” '
“Who-—the fat fellow?”
“Yes. He’s the best one around
here. That is, he’s the best male
swimmer.” She laughed. “None of
them will swim against me ‘any
more.”
She spoke without a trace of
“Have a smoke?”•she asked sud-
denly, cocking her head toward
him.
They were sitting with their feet
dangling from the platform. “Sure,
but where are we going to get
on©? You don’t carry a water-
proof cigaret case, do you?”
“Where would I put it?” she
asked, ruefully regarding her suit,
and John laughed.
She moved over to the springing
board and felt beneath it at the
plank’s base. “Her© we are,” she
called; holding up a paper package
and a box of matches. “This is
Reginald Denny Back
On Old Broadway
NEW YORK, Jun. 24.— Reginald
Denny, back on Broadway tor the
first time in tive years!
Seven years ago he looked at
Broadway with desperate, hungry
eyes. He was hunting tor work,
almost begging.
There was Joseph Shenck. He
had studied Denny’s face and shak-
en his head.
“No.” the film man had said,
“You wil never make the screen.
You have a crooked mouth and your
whole personality is wrong for the
films. No!”
And Denny had turned away, dis-
couraged. . . Those were desperate
days!
And there was a producer who,
before Denny ad gone “across” to
the war, had promised him “every-
thing.” But when Denny got back
there was no job, and his 17-year-
old wife had been taken ill on the
eve of a stage appearance.
He finally landed a part. The
company stranded in Boston. . . .
He had to borrow money to get
back.
Hospital bills piled up. Mrs. Den-
ny’s condition was critical. A baby
came. Somebody told him to go to
Morris Gest.
As he started into the office the
door was closed in his face. But
Gest’s secretary came running after
him and handed him an envelope.
I contained a substantial check.
Gest had not wanted to embar-
rass him. Then Lee Shubert gave
him a two-year contract. Th© ac-
tors’ strike thrust him upon the
screen.
"Two pictures with me and the
company went broke,” Denny re-
calls. After that to Universal.,
Yes, Reginald Denny came back
to Broadway after five years, and
things had changed. A few blocks
down, the lights flickered Denny's
name in "Rolling Home."
The skyline had changed. And
the “old friends’’ had changed, and
Denny’s state of mind was consid-
erably different. First Of all he
called on Morris Gest and Lee
Shubert!
Th© Lambs is perhaps the best
known social club in New York. It
was formed by five lonely actors in
1374. Before that players had no
elub, and gathered along the side-
walk around Union Square. The
name — Th© Lambs’ — came from
England. Players in England when
( things were dull used to say: “Let’s
drop around and see the Lambs"—
meaning Charles and Mary Lamb,
noted for their pleasant hospitality
and especial fondness for people
of the stage. Th© Lambs la ased
mor© perhaps by members than any
club in town. Th© Players—found-
ed by Edwin Booth—is a little off
the beaten path, and seems to have
mor© writers and artists as mem-
bars than actors. The Lambs is on
West 44th etreet, in the henr of
the Rialto. Thar, la always a gay
creep on the stoop or inside.
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