The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-10-31
Never Been Kissed.

Never Been Kissed.
When the picture of H. c. Roloff, Of
the ST. Louis church neighborhood, ap-
peared in the Globe, a few weeks ago,
in connection with a description of the
man who made the boast that at the
age of % he had never kissed a girl,
many readers got the notion that Mr..
Rolon was Molliecoddle, or a sissy
boy, one of the kind that only baby
and grandmother girls would care to
kiss. This is not the case. A Globe
reporter, who was invited to a dinner
at Mr.. Roloff's last Sunday, which he
had cooked all by himself, discovered
that in spite of his many womanly ac-
complishments, Mr.. Roloff is a manly
man. He is as good cook as there
is in the neighborhood. but. in addition
he is also as good farmer. This year
he is selling 500 bushels of wheat at
dollar prices, which he stored a few
years ago when he refused SO cents.
Many of the neighbors sold their wheat
last summer, displaying a judgment
feminine accomplishments they may
sniff. And it should be understood
that these feminine accomplishments are
not the result of choice, but of neces-
sity. His mother died when he was
child, his sisters, one by one, married
and left. Instead of advertising for
girl as many town women do, he rolled
up his sleeves and began to do the
Sunday, he had fried chicken with
brown creamed gravy, mashed pota-
toes, fried parsnips, delicious ngnt
rolls, pumpkin pie, two kinds OF CAKE
coffee, cottage cheese, pickles and jam,
and everything on the table was of his
own making. He had even hemmed
the tablecloth and napkins and washed
and ironed them; he planted the pota-
toes, and cultivated and dug them IN
addition to cooking them. He is most
unusual young man, and one deserving
of credit. His married sisters think ne
is the finest young man that ever IVeo,
highly of him that means that ne
stands the supreme test. His fathers
heart is set on him. and few fathers
left to the care of daughters rare as
well. Mr.. Roloff never looks inside
cook book. When asked how he made
a caramel cake, and as good cake
as the writer ever tasted, ne SAID ne
used two eggs, sometimes three, some
more, a little baking powder; he didn't
know just how much milk Che was al
ways in a hurry and never measured
it,, and just enough flour to make II
shelves filled with preserved fruit, and
on the floor there were casks of sauer
kraut, pickles and wine, all his own
making. After dinner, he entertained
his guests by playing on the auto-harp
and a mandolin, and by skinning them
at croquet. They talk great deal IN
the magazines about the touch a wom-
ans hand gives a home. and the DESC
lation of the home without 1t. Moth
ing desolate about H. c. Rolofs
home. The only difference between his
home and one in which there is thar
much-exploited "woman's touch, is
that in Roloff's home there We're not
a dozen sofa cushions, making 1t i'm
possible for anyone to sit on the SOFA
Neither was there a picture of a Ma
donna on the wall, nor did st. Cecilia
hang over his mandolin case. But there
was, however, a cake Of very pink soap
ever stand for pink soap. 1t is the
symbol of a boarding house and home
run by a man.-Atchison Globe.
Same Kind of Faith.
A Bostonian was praising the late
Archbishop John Joseph Williams.
And Archbishop Williams" he said,
had a cutting wit. I'll never forget
one day when I lunched with him, how
he shifted and said:
What Is this strange smell?
"'I felt warm and uncomfortable, and
touching my bald head-I have not hal
a hair there for twenty-five years.
,nurmured:
made of tea leaves, petroleum and
onion juice, that has been recommend
ed to me as an infallible hair restorer.
1 am giving 1t trial
1.-THE archbishop laughed
Don't you think you are doing
foolish thing?' he said.
mo said I. I put considerable faith
in this ointment. The testimonials
FAITH said the archbishop. We'll
that sort of faith is rather silly. 1t
children.
1.-The father of these children came
upon them suddenly one afternoon in
his dressing room.
"Here!' he shouted angrily, what
are you doing with my large new bottle
of hair restorer?"
1.-The older child pointed to a set of
furs
"'"oh, papa" he said, I'VE are going
to make mammals moth-eaten sable
muff as good as new again."
Why Arabs Go Blind.
ct shall winter in the Sahara said
a travelling man. with a caravan I
shall traverse, under a binding sun.
an endless plain Of snow-white sand,
but none of my Mahometan atten-
dants will wear any kind of shade
over his eyes.
against that dazzling glare the
backs of their necks will be swathed
in white linen, and even their ears will
be protected Nothing. though, Will
keep the sun out of their faces.
wondering about this, I said one
day to the caid of an Algerian village:
why don't you Arabs wear a cap
of some sort? You live in the WORLDS
worst sun glare, but neither 1ez nor
turban under any circumstances has
a peak"
'forbids all true believers to SHADE
their eyes. Obeying the Koran I'M.
piicitly. we dwellers in the desert
avoid like poison brfms to our head
gear. In consequence. there is more
blindness among us than among any