The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1912-07-05

Dan Banks
1t was several years ago, but
seem to hear my mothers voice as
she called:
George, where is my gourd?"
what gourd?" floated back to the
sweet old white-haired lady gazing
perplexedly about her.
"The gourd with dried seeds in it,
which that nice old Catholic priest
gave me out Of his garden. I can't
darn these stockings over anything
else"
why, what nonsense, Aunt Emf
comes back the crisp tones; "take my
black glass darning ball-or my blue
and green metal one"
"But Georgia, l can't darn black
stockings over black glass; cannot
see the stitches; and that horrible
green and blue monstrosity would
give me nightmarep
And Georgia hustled around on her
errand of true philanthrophy, search
ing for the gourd with dried seeds
inside that seemed someway associ-
ated with a benign old priest.
That is what home means, largely.
Surrounding yourself with those little
things which appeal to you and have
acquired pleasurable associations.
If you have home at all and you
are not merely bird on branch,
you are ever adding to the nest some
little thing which connotes some
time of pleasure. You become sur
rounded by things which have grown
through constant association to be-
come necessary.
The chair on the hotel veranda is
really luxurious,-yeA you can get so
much more comfort and rest in that
little old arm chair on your own
porch. In it you can cuddle down
and your tired body seems to recog-
nize a loving touch in every bough
of the old friendly chair.
In the very wall paper in the home
you find pleasurable welcome upon
your return. The pictures upon the
wall, the books upon the shelves-all
20 to make part of the wonderful, yet
wholly intangible something which
impels our most heartful pleasure
home.
l once saw an old, old lady sitting
in a Home of the Friendless, hei
hands folded in her lap, neatly clothed
we'll fed and cared for-and perfectly
miserable. The look of patient sui.
fering in her eyes as she sat there
cut me to the heart. She had every
thing-but home.
The home is indeed the measure Of
the man-what kind of home has hi
made, what kind of a man is he al
homer If love reigns supreme and it,
gentle bloom be not furnished by ths
blighting gust OF anger. envey, hatret
malice or knocking" then the home
is the fairest spot on earth, and king
may we'll envey your great prize.
There is still novelty to be foun'
in this seasons millinery 1t is ha
of Madagascar straw. crushaoie
rough and ready sort OF affair. in colo
a deep amber and faced with colore'
straw-black, blue, green or red
Those seen had band OF straw t
match the facing, with tuft OF tn
yellow straw at one side.
One of the smart linen suits OF tn
season has "a plain white two-piec
skirt and q top portion OF a waist
jacket. with a short peplum. This
made of heavy white linen with pi
stripe of black about an inch apar'
The stripes run across in the bac
width and up and down the rest OF tn
garment. It is finished with nal
row belt of scarlet patent leather an
big ball buttons of red. four abov
the belt and four below, at the le
side of the 'front.' The waist is hooke
underneath the buttons, which woul
be too round and big for buttonhole
OF interest to those preparing Il
a trip to the coast is the note that tt
newest bathing suits are made OF so