HANDSOME, HAPPY CHICOREE
(< T~* IL) you ever see n happier fel
low than my cousin, Chico
ree?" demanded I.lnnet the Purple
Finch of Peter Itnbblt, ns they
watched Chlcoree coming toward
them. “I'll venture to say that he
has been having such a good time
that he hasn’t even thought of build
ing a nest, and here half the people
In the Old Orchard have grown fam
ilies. I've got a nest and eggs my
self, hut that madcap Is Just roam
Ing about having a good time. Isn't
that so, Chlcoree?"
“Isn’t what so?" demanded Chico
"Quits True, but What of It?” Said
Chicoree.
ree, perching very near to where
Linnet was sitting.
"Isn't It true that you haven't
even begun thinking about a nest?"
demanded Linnet
"Quite true, but what of It?” said
Chicoree. “There’s time enough to
think about nest-bullding mul house
hold cares later. Meanwhile Mrs,
Goldfinch and I nre making the
most of this beautiful season, to
roam about and have n good time.
For one thing, we like thistledown
to line our nests, and there Isn't
nny thistledown yet. Then there Is
no sense In raising n family until
there Is plenty of the right kind of
food, nnd you know we Goldfinches
live mostly on seed. Just ns soon
ns the children nre hlg enough to
hunt their own food they need
seeds, so there Is no sense In trying
to raise a family until they can find
plenty of seeds when needed, flow
do you like my summer suit, Peter?"
“It's beautiful.” cried Peter.
“That black cap certainly Is very
smart nnd becoming."
Chicoree cocked Ills head on one
side the better to show off that
black cap. The rest of his head nnd
his whole body were bright yellow.
His wings were black with two
white liars on each. Ills tall
also was black with some white
I —a
I —
That pie, according to recent
report, is the supreme na
tional dessert of America—
with the apple predominant.
It is estimated that the
American people consume
1,500,000 pies a day.
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on It. In size ho wns a trifle
smaller than I.Innct and altogether
one of the smartest dressed of nil
the lillle people who wear feathers.
It wns a Joy just to look at him. If
Peter had known anything; about
canaries, which of course he didn't,
because canaries are always kept
In cages, he would hove understood
tiow Cldcoree Is often called the
Wild Canary. ,
4‘I suppose,” said Peter, “it sounds
foolish of me to ask If you nrc a
member of the same family as lin
net.”
“Very foolish, Peter, very fool
ish,” laughed Chlcoree. “We be
long; to the snnip family, and a
mighty line family It Is. Now I
must go over to the Old Pasture
to see how the thistles are coming
on."
Away he flew, calling “Chlc-o-ree,
per-chlc-o-reo, chlc-o-ree!" As he
(low he rose and foil In the air In
much the same way Yellow-Wing
the Flicker docs.
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Through a
WOMAN'S
EYES * NEWTON
THE GOOD OLD DAYS
ii't^IIERE was once o time when
A the sun used to shine brighter
than It appears to do this latter half
of the Nineteenth century; when
the zest of life was certainly keen
er; when tavern wines seemed to
he delicious, and tavern dinners the
perfection of cookery; when the
perusal of novels was productive of
immense delight, nnd the monthly
advent of magazine day was hailed
ns an exciting holiday ;when to know
Thompson, who bad written a mag
azine article, was nn honor and a
privilege; and to see Brown, tlie au
thor of the Inst romance, In the
flesh, and actually walking In the
park with Ills umbrella nnd Mrs.
Ilrown, was an advent remarkable,
nnd to the end of life to be perfect
ly well remembered; when the
women of this world were a thou
sand times more beautiful than those
of the present time; and those of
the theaters especially so ravishing
nnd angelic that to see them was to
set the heart In motion, nnd to see
them again was to struggle for half
an hour previously at the floor of
the pit,"
That plaint about “the good old
days” seemed too delightful not to
lift bodily out of the Victorian novel
whore we found It !
Note the complaint that wines
are not what they used to lie—the
complaint dated a half century or
so before Prohibition! And food
and novels nnd women—and the
sun! It did not shine so brightly It
seems, seventy-five years ago, ns In
“the good old days” before that I
Sure enough—the ancient Greeks
complained about “the good old
days’* and also about their prepos
terous younger generation I So ap
parently our modern existence Is
not the only stepchild of the uni
verse !
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UNUSUAL DISHES
WE ALL like to serve occusion
ully something a bit different
and out of the ordinary, but for tlie
dally diet the common foods simply
served we enjoy the tiest.
Golden Coconut Shortcake.
Allow’ two slices of sponge cake
Kidnaped Pup Back, Ransom Paid
Mils. FltAMCKS UULRjINSKY ot Wlutlirop, Muss., shown with tier
pet terrier, "Kid Boots Ace,” with whom she was reunited after she
had paid ransom money to Chicago crooks who kidnaped the dog Inst
February. Mnybe “Kid Boots Ace” wasn't glad to he homo again, too I
Baseball Is Revived at Its Birthplace
TllH first gntue of baseball was
played at Cooperstowii, N. Y., In
18119 on a diamond laid out by Col
Abner Doubledny *vbn Invented tilt1
game that soon became the great
national pastime. Recently Double
day Held, named for him, was re
dedicated with much ceremony, and
a ball game was played by local
talent before a large gathering.
for earl) serving. Prepare orange I
sauce by using one cupful of orange
juice thickened with corn starch,
adding a hit of sugar anil butter.
Cover each slice of rlie cake with
tlie sauce In sandwich fashion, cov
er with thinly sliced oranges nnd
top with freshly grated and sweet
ened coconut.
Stuffed Tomato Salad.
Scoop out the centers of six ripe
even sized tomatoes. Chop the cen
ters and add one cupful of cooked
rice, onc-lmlf cupful of diced cel
ery, four iiiblespoonfuls of choose
grated, one hard cooked egg, two
tnblespoonftils of plralento and one
small onion, all minced; season with
salt, a little lemon juice and any
oilier desired seasoning. Fill the
tomato cups and chill. Serve on
lettuce with salad dressing.
Pot of Gold Dessert.
Mix onc-hnlf cupful of sugar with
one-fourth cupful of cornstarch, add
a bit of salt and a cupful of rich
milk, one cupful of orange Juice
and when cooked until smooth nnd
thick in a double boiler ndd two
tablespoonfuls of butter nnd the
well-beaten yolks of two eggs. I.et
cook until smooth. Serve molded In
Individual molds, with whipped
cream.
Mapla Junket.
Dissolve oae Junket tablet In a
tablespoonful of cold water, ndd to
a pint of lukewarm milk a little al
mond flavoring and a half cupful
of 111:1 pie sirup. Serve with the top
of the sherbet glasses sprinkled
with grated mnple sugar or sprinkled
with finely shredded almonds.
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Question Box
By ED WYNN
Tht Pmrftct Fool
Dear Mr. Wynn :
1 met u friend of mine today I
haven’t seen in years. He told me
his father died on the “scaffold.”
lie didn't seem ashamed to tell me
about it, that's what got iny gont.
(.'an you account for a fellow who
will go around and say n tiling like
that about his father, without blush
Ing?
Sincerely,
L D. CLAJItE.
Answer: Because your friend told
you Ids father died on the "scaf
fold” it doesn’t necessarily mean
he was hanged for murder. He
might linve been a bricklayer and,
if so, probably fell.
Dear Mr. Wynn :
Do you believe ir the old sn.vlng:
"it’s tlie deeds that count, not the
words" ?
ifours truly,
ItOSlE CHEEKS.
Answer: Not when I'm sending a
telegra m.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
1 am secretary of a little soda)
club. We needed some money, so,
we decided to raffle off a piano. We
had 2,000 tickets printed to sell at
a dollar apiece. A day after they
were all sold, our club rooms caught
QPUQ&P I
"If we made a careful check,”
eaye putting Prudence, "probably
we would find that golf has broken
more hundredi than the would-be
players have.”
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Sometimes I Wake—
By ANNE CAMPBELL
SOMKT1.MKS 1 wake nml tremble
In the dark,
Thinking nf you, across the miles
of night.
Your lamp of life burns with a
feeble spark.
1 do not know when on a winged
flight
You will he through with living’s
sweet delight.
Hut this 1 know: when In the dls
tant blue,
Your soul shines out, a new and
lovely star,
On such a night ns this my
thoughts of you
Will come and linger near you
where you nre.
The light of your pure spirit will
reach far.
Just as It finds me now, to lay a
hand
Upon my consciousness with you
npart;
Speaking of love while midnight
angels stand—
Bark sentinels who, with their woe
ful art,
I,ny hands of black foreboding on
my heart
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lire and the piano was burned to
ashes. We are in .. quandary whnt
to do. Whnt can you suggest?
Sincerely,
C. SHARP.
Answer: Very simple. Hold the
raffle just as you had Intended and
Instead of finding out who won the
piano, you'll find out who lost the
piano.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
An uncle of mine told me his
daughter, who Is seven years of
age, has a pet “clam" with which
she plays, lie even tried to make
me believe that the "clam" would
get In bed at night and cuddle jp
along side of Ills daughter's neck
anil sleep. It sounds silly to me. Do
you believe it?
Sincerely,
C. FOOD.
Answer: Of course, I believe it.
In the first place, the girl Is seven
years of age. That moans she Is
quite small, being small she must
have a tiny neck. The reason the
clam cuddles up by her neck Is very
plain. It probably Is a “Little Xeck
Clam.”
Dear Mr. Wynn:
1 have not been well and don’t
feel strong enough to work. In fnet.
1 haven’t worked a day In the past
six months. Can you advise me
what to do that will make It pos
sible for me to work ?
Sincerely.
M. IT.OYMKXT.
Answer: C.lnger ale Is very good
for your strength, but you must
take It right away. Oo to any drug
store and take six bottles of ginger
For Early Fall
With a slight cowl at the throat,
six gold buttons nnd a hammered
gold belt, this distinctive street
frock of celanese Jersey will he
Ideal for the first cool days of au
tumn.
WITTY KITTY
By NINA WILCOX PUTNAM
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RCnm.Tyh.-ll Svnrt
The girl chum saye picking out
her speed boat for next season was
easy in comparison with the ordeal
in store—picking out her first
spring hat.
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ale, run out of the place without
paying for them am] let a police
man catch you. When the police
man tells the Judge that you took
six Potties of ginger ale without
paying for them, 1 guarantee that
you will work hard, very hard, fot
the next six months.
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They're Coming Home
I
EMILY’S
LIZARD
Ry R. H. WILKINSON
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-.
Mlts. PMII.Y MKTCAI.F is
a gushy sort of person.
■She also cons very well.
I.ast month I met her on Tremont
street.
1 say “met." Perhaps I should say
“ambushed.”
Having observed her when some
distance away 1 shamelessly stepped
Into a doorway to avoid meeting her.
Unfortunately the door was
locked, and whereas 1 suddenly be
came Intensely Interested in the
vngue printing on Its soiled glass,
I was trapped.
Mrs. Metcalf espied me.
I should have known better than
to attempt escaping her.
"How do you do! My dear, it's
ages—ages since I've seen yon.
You've grown thinner? I do think
you have. And younger looking.
Much. . . . Such a becoming tie I . . .
Now, if I were a bit younger. . . .
But there, what would your wife
say If she heard me talking like
tills. . . ."
That’s how she Is.
Always trying to say the right
thing; nearly always falling.
She's one of those persons who
excite your wonder.
Yon wonder If she's serious, you
wonder If about everything she says
isn't superficial.
She pretends to tie well read, to
have broad Intelligence about any
matter that might be under discus
sion.
She has social aspirations.
She caters to people who have
family backing, wealth or social
prominence.
Three days after my chance meet
ing with Mrs. Metonlf I met tier
again, at a party held by some mu
tual friends.
The party was given In honor of
one Miguel Itosalia de Villareal.
Miguel, I learned, was a descendant
of Spanish uobility, u cousin of a
one-time president of Mexico, a son
of a wealthy Mexican rancher.
In fact, Miguel was quite a guy.
lie was tall and dark and slender
and Intelligent looking.
rt wasn't surprising to find, upon
being Introduced to Miguel, that
Mrs. Emily Metcalf hnd already had
that honor and that she had claimed
him for the evening. (Mrs. Metcalf,
it must be explained. Is n widow of
five years standing.)
Hut it was genuinely surprising
when toward the end of the evening
I discovered that Miguel had not
succeeded In ridding himself of the
gushy Emily. >•
In fact. In- scorned quite attentive
to her, quite pleased with her com
pany.
This was puzzling, ns the Mex
looked to me like a pretty bright
chap.
• • •
Miguel remained In Newton for a
period of two months. And during
that time he was a frequent caller
at the home of Mrs Emily Metcalf.
Hut never again did he appear with
her in public.
For n time the tiling was a mys
tery, for Miguel was honored during
Ills brief visit to our city at dozens
of public functions, and still more
private affairs.
Vet. somehow, Mrs Metcalf was
never Included In the private af
fairs ami seemed unaware of the
public events until after they were
over.
The mystery remained a mystery
until the very day of Miguel's de
parture. And then It was explained
only to my satisfaction.
However, I will set down here the
happenings ns they occurred up to
the date of Miguel s departure.
On the day following that first
party at which Mrs. Metcalf had
been presented to the descendant of
Spanish nobility, Miguel was seen
to approach the door of Mrs. Met
calf's home. He was admitted by
the lady herself.
Five minutes Inter he departed.
• • •
Ten minutes after that, Mrs. Met
calf scurried across the street to
Mrs. Hodgson's house, tier face fair
ly beaming with excitement.
"Whatever do you suppose has
happened? Imagine!”
Mrs. Hodgson compressed her
lips. "I can't guess. What?"
"Miguel, the dear boy, has given
me a present 1”
"A present? What kind of a pres
ent?"
"A lizard!”
.Mrs. Hodgson blinked her eyes.
“A lizard!”
Emily nodded.
"Isn't It Just too thrilling? He
says It's n very rare lizard which
he brought up from Mexico. Ho
says if I take good care of it, it
will do strange things."
Two days later Miguel again
railed on Mrs. Metcalf, and after his
departure the widow flew across the
street to Mrs. Hodgson's.
“Imagine what has happened 1
Just Imagine?
“I can't,” said Mrs. Hodgson.
•What?”
"It's the lizard. He's twice ns big
as he was yesterday. Think of it!
Twice as big In a day's time!"
Mrs. Hodgson was as perplexed
as the rest of us about this lizard
business, but she reported faithfully
all that happened.
Miguel called on Mrs. Metcalf on
an nvernge of once every two days.
Twice she saw him approach the
house nfter dark when Mrs. Met
calf was away, hence we were rea
sonably sr • that none of his visits
were proa. mged.
• • •
And each day Mrs. Metcnlf came
across the street to report the tre
mendous strides In the growth of
her lizard.
Twice Mrs. Hodgson went over to
look at the strange beast.
On the last occasion she fled In
mortal terror. For the lizard had
grown, In two weeks’ time, Into a
full sized crocodile, and was chained
up In a pen In Mrs. Metcalf's cellar,
Mrs. Metcalfs delight was some
thing to wonder at.
"And to think," she'd say, "only
two weeks ago he wus a little bit of
a fellow that you could bold In tho
palm of your hand."
It was all very puz.zllng.
We didn't know whether the wom
an had gone insane or not.
Hut facts were facts. There was
a lizard. Mrs. Hodgson had seen
It. And Miguel dldn t deny that he
was the donor. Hut. on the other
hand, lizards don't grow Into man
eating crocodiles In two weeks'
time.
We agreed It was a very rare spe
cies.
Suddenly a change came over Mr*.
Metcalf.
Fur mure than n week Mrs. Hodg
son saw nothing of her, although
Miguel was seen making his usual
calls at the house.
After two more days had passed,
.Mrs. Hodgson decided to run over
and see If things were all right. It
was, I am Inclined to believe, curi
osity as much ns concern, that
prompted the act.
Mrs. Hodgson found Emily In a
state of utter despair. There were
deep rings under her eyes, a hag
gard look about her face. Ques
tioned, she replied It was the lizard.
Mrs. Hodgson was aghast.
"The lizard? What's happened to
the lizard?”
"He's growing smaller. Every day
he reduces In size, quite as fast ns
he increased."
• • m
Mrs. Hodgson became alarmed.
She wondered whether or not It
were best to summon « doctor.
But upon being shown the lizard
she was forced to agree that Its size
had shrunk. It was no longer a
crocodile. In fact, It was nothing
more than u fair-sized lizard.
Thereafter Mrs. llodgson made
dally trips across the street. And
each day she reported that the lizard
was growing smaller and smaller.
It was truly a remarkable thing.
It was alarming, too, because with
each passing day Emily becums
more haggard looking. She had
lost her gushy and cooing ways.
She grew morose and taciturn.
And then, one day Mrs. Hodgson
came over und discovered Emily on
the tloor In a dead faint. Quite
concerned with the widow’s plight,
Mrs. Hodgson did what she could
and at last revived the victim.
Immediately upon regaining con
sciousness, Emily burst Into a fit of
weeping.
After considerable questioning she
announced that the lizard had be
come so small as to be scarcely dis
cernible, and then bad vanished al
together. She admitted, also, that
Miguel was angry and had said he
would not come to see her any
more.
• * •
Miguel remained In town two
weeks longer. He had become tre
mendously popular and was discov
ered to be quite a fun loving and so
cial sort of person.
On the last day of his stay I
dropped In nt bis apartment to say
farewell and was surprised to find
the place filled with a number of
boxes fn sizes varying from one an
Inch square to another ten feet high.
Miguel was Industriously pounding
slats over the top of the largest.
He grinned at me and winked.
‘I’ve been so darned busy It’s Just
now I’ve found time to send these
tilings back.”
"What things?" I asked.
He beckoned to me and I looked
In one of the boxes. At sight of a
great crocodile reposing Inside I
drew away In some alarm.
Miguel ami I stared at ench other
for some time. Finally he said:
"Down In Mexico we go to great ex
tents to have our fun.”
He grinned, and 1 extended my
hand. “Friend.” I said, “come vis
it us again.”
A Weighty Subject
William Howard Taft, former
President of the United States, was
a man of big proportions, both men
tally and physically. Ho was also
blessed with a keen sense of humor.
A Washington newspaper correspon
dent once asked him If he would
tell how much he weighed. "No,
sir,” boomed the President. "Mr.
Heed used to say that no gentleman
could weigh more than 200 pounds.
I have amended that to 300.” Mr.
Taft actually weighed more than
300 pounds at one time.
"One Cannon Bail Battle"
A "one cannon ball battle” oc
curred at Sackett's Harbor on Lake
Untarlo during the War of 1S12, says
Ulen E. Sears, la Holder's Weekly.
A British ship cnme up and tired
at the American fort. But the can
non ball fell short and landed harm
lessly at the feet of an American,
who promptly placed It In his can
non and Bred It back, raking the
ship from stem to stern, killing 14
men, wounding IS others and end
ing the battle.