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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19

Five young men trooped into shop
each to buy a new hat. Seeming fun,
the man behind the counter waxed
jocular
Are you all married." he inquired.
"Yes!" they chorused.
Then TIL give hat to the man
who can truthfully say he has not
kissed any woman but his own wife
since he was welded"
Hand over the hat" said one Of
the party. Il was married yester-
day"
One of the others was spinning the
yarn to his wife when his laughter
suddenly gave way to fear.
81 say, John" she asked, how was
it you didn't bring one?"
The Lord Mayor Of Manchester has
a merry wit and this Is one of the
Stories he told in his racy speech at
the Manchester Motor Show dinner:
A motorist drew up at the Midland
Hotel, Manchester, just as one Of the
city fathers was leaving that estab-
lishment.
"Hey, my man." quoth the motor
ist, do you mind looking after my
car while l go inside for few min
utes?"
Sir" said the irate dignitary, do
you know l am a member of the City
Council?"
oh" rejoined the motorist. That
doesn't matter; I can trust you!"
The superintendent of Sunday
school was illustrating for the chill
dren the text, arise and take the
young child and bis mother, and flee
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
Little Bobbie S Pa o

ting better every day. Nobody ever
herd Shakespeer or Charles Dickens or
Mister Walter Scott say that thay was
ritten out, sed Pa. Thay rote all thare
lives & sum OF the things that thay rote
toward the last of thare lives was the
best things that thay ever did Fergit
that ritten out nonsense, Pa sed, Il stop
Laying around.
My deer husband shud not talk that
way to you. Mister Win-g gate, sed Ma.
He himself is ritten out author, & ne
only rote two or three peeces in his life.
Then he stopped riteing, so ! suppoas
he reelized that he cuddent rite any
moar. have always kept one of the
poems that he rote. sed Ma. | want to
reed IL TO you SO Ma got the poem Il
red It to Mister Win gate. 1t sed;
our glorious sun is bat a tiny star
Like millions glistening in the hevings
afar.
Each of them stars has planets OF It's
own,
sum OF them than the earth much
larger grown.
SO let us then more kind to others be
n not ask anyone to bow thare knee,
Because no man can think that he Is
CRATE
tenn plate
My deer husband rote that, sed Ma,
& a cuppel moar like Il, & after lat
he got ritten out. & I think 1t was
/ feel a lot happier since you read me
that poem. sed Mister Win-gate I
guess thare is lot of riters moar to
be pitied than l am.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
o Up-to-the-Minute Jokes o

into Egypt" Showing them a large
picture, he asked:
"Now, isn't that splendid? Here Is
the mother. Here is the young child.
There's Egypt in the distance"
The children, however looked dis
appointed, and finally a little boy
piped out;
where's 10Y umbrella ?" demanded
the wife of a member Of Parliament.
I'm afraid I've forgotten it, my
dear" meekly answered her husband
1T must be in the train"
In the train" snorted the lady.
"And to think that the affairs of the
nation are intrusted to man who
doesn't know enough to take care of
woman's umbrella"
A lady whose husband was the
champion snorer of the community
in which they resided confided to a
female friend the following painful
intelligence:
my life has not been one of I'M
alleged delight. 1 have had the
measles chickenpox. typhoid fever,
rheumatism and Influenza; but
never knew what real misfortune was
until l married a burglar alarm"
Mr.. James Baker, in his "Reminis-
cent Gossip" tells this story:
A Yankee, who wanted reflected
glory, once accosted the hero of the
American Squadron, Admiral Dewey
with:
Admiral, I bet you don't remember
me-"
You win" said the admiral, and
walked on.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
Snap Shots
BY LILLIAN LAUFERTY.
MAIDEN MEDITATIONS.
Genius is ,alent set ON fire hu cn,1r-

MAIDEN MEDITATIONS.
Genius is talent set on fire by cour-
age.
Talent is ability plus facility
And facility is the genius for do
ing things easily.
But courage-ah, that Is the fine
| splendor of achievement that makes
! man dare to express what he feels,
even when he is dangerously far
ahead of his times.
1t is always well to believe a few
things deeply-provided only they are
deep things.
Great pleasures are let on short
leases; big emotions fade like sunsets,
and lesser feelings follow and linger
| like soft twilight
Sleep is to a man what winding up
Is to a watch-and is needed with
equal regularity.
| Man by taking thought may not be
| able to add cubit to his stature-but
woman, by taking the right dress
maker-may seem to do so.
Woman is extravagant with her
money and her moments-but how
| ever much money a man spends at his
tailor's he spends very little time
there.
The better the car, the less noise
! its engine makes: the deeper the
river, the more noiselessly it flows to
| the sea- and big souls do not babble
and chatter and explode like an opened
I exhaust.
What you ARE DOING, though
| small, is larger than the biggest
|
1t is not enough to aim-you must
| hit.
| Varnish and polish do not hide the
| grain of the wood-they bring It
| boldly to view. And knowing this,
many human beings treat their per-
sonality TO a disguising-coat of
paint
1T is indeed good thing to be well
| descended-but the glory belongs to
ones ancestors" says Nathaniel Haw-
thorne Indeed, yes, say we. While
admiring your family tree, pray re-
member that it is the tree you gaze
| upon and YOU" may be a little
rotten apple that has fallen to the
ground
An Adaptation.
| The pulsing sonsbird MARBLES
From every greenwood tree
| And who feels greater rapture,
Whose heart knows greater glee?
| Within the walls OF cageland
| The walls of silence grow
| Then who knows deeper anguish,
Who suffers greater woe?
|
| How poor are they that have not
| patience
What wound did ever heal but by de-
grees?"
we receive but what we give,
! And in life alone does Nature live"
-Coleridge.
| Patience a little-learn to wait
Years are long on the clock Of fate"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
BY WILLIAM F. KIRK.

%HARE was a ydng man az bur
house last mite. Hts name was
Harold Win gate & and he was a
story ritter. He toald Ma that he had
been riteing stories for the magazeens
for two whole yeers & that he had rote
about 40 stories
Have you rote any laitly? Ma asked
him
No. sed Harold Win-gate haven't
rote at all laity. Do you know, he sed
TO Ma Il Pa, l have a horribel, haunting
feer that l am ritten out that l can no
longer rite anything witch is fit TO pub
fish \ get the mummy for. II is a terri
bel, haunting feer, he sed DO you see
the gray hair on my tempel? he asked
Ma
NO seu Ma | doant see any hair but
black hair on yure tempel Wen, sed
Mister Win gate. there was gray hair
thare this morning. Maybe it has fell
out, but Il was thare this morning
& wen l seen It in the looking glass
he sed. | reelized that II had cum thars
on account Of my worrying so about my
riteing. oh, II is a horrible, haunting
feer
You are talking foolish, Harold, sed
Pa why you are only 80 yeers old &
YOU have been riteing lest two yeers.
How in the wurld Cud YOU git ritten out
IN so short a time2 II you want to
know the truth about this haunting feer
stun, sed Pa, l have a haunting feer that
you are lazy.
You must not tell me that am lazy
sed Harold
/ repeet that you are lazy & that thare
isent anything else the matter with you,
sed Pa II you were 10 get up sum
morning 4 take long walk & then eet
sum breakfast ~ set down to yure tipe-
ritter, & keep sitting thare TIL you got a
start. YOU wud find that you are not
ritten out. but on the contrary are git
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
|Daysey Mayme
andHer Folks
BY FRANCES L. GARSIDE.

II ENT is that season of the year
when 1t Is fashionable to be re-
ligious, because it gives one
such blessed opportunity to recover
from auction bridge losses or to re-
tire to hospital for an operation.
In the beginning, fashionable wom-
en- beat tom-to to call attention to
their sacrificial fires, and in the end
only those are found kneeling in pen
itential attitude whose lives are sac
riices all the year. 1t is like the pill
grimages Of old that started out with
inspiring music and brave numbers
and that reached the Easter of their
journey with only a handful OF the
faithful left.
With Daysey Mayme Appleton,
Lent is a Vicarious atonement In
true Lenten spirit she persuades 9TH
ers to make sacrifices, sustained by
the knowledge that self denial is for
their best good, and that the saving
of others Is more to be desired than
saving herself-a beautifully fashion
able creed.
Lysander John smokes more than
is good for him. His daughter says
so, and she reduced his cigar allow
ance two-th thirds. She eliminated a
$75 spring suit from her mothers
dreams, and added $15 to her Easter
fund by cutting PIE from her broth
er's school luncheon.
Then she felt that the time had
come for personal endeavor, and with
the money invested in purple broad
cloth and colored silks and gold braid
she spends her days embroidering an
altar cloth that will draw like a mus
tard plaster on the attention of the
sinners who behold it.
There are pink angels floating
around on green clouds, each tuning
a harp of tango yellow, and the ce-
rise-colored trees and lavender tint
ed foliage in the background make
harmony of color that is found no.
where on earth except in fabulously
priced stained glass windows.
ut is an inspiring thought" unused
Daysey Mayme, embroidering a vel
lowish- green halo over the middle
angels head, ito feel that one is
Doing Good in the World
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
By MAUDE MILLER.

"HERE is little dancer in New
American girl is not pretty AT
least. not pretty in the right way, and
whatever looks she has are not last
ing" And this little maiden who has
such very decided views on the Ameri
can type is Miss Nora White
Here in America she said with
her pretty foreign accent, "the old la
dies are really more attractive than the
young girls For, at least we must
admit that the articles they resort to
to make up TO them in some small re-
spect Tor the youth they have lost and
can never have again. But the young
girls are horrible in their distorted
Ideas of beauty. They appear on Broad
way as young as Is with makeup
enough on their little girl faces to start
a drug store. have never seen any
thing more revolving. Don't they know
what they are doing? Can't they realize
that nature Is the one beautiful thing
In the universe, and they cover up their
natural looks as though they We're some
thing to be ashamed OF,
"The great trouble with American
women lies in the fact that they are
one and all living beyond their in
comes. This brings worry. Just like
their beauty, everything is external; all
kinds of sham with It's glitter and unsel
is piled on thick SO that the heart
ache underneath is hidden. And with
all this sordidness underneath, enawing
continually at the foundation Of things.
how can woman keep her youth2 And
without her youth, no wonder she is
compelled TO cover up the wrinkles with
these awful cosmetics
And then with these women all striv-
ing to Guido each other in showiness,
how can America hope for the right
kind OF men? | have heard young girls
of to-day remark that II they wore
loud gowns and put on plenty Of paint
SO that they could attract sufficient
attention they would never need to look
out for an escort What is youth o the
American girl Absolutely nothing but
a smart II hllluNllAN " iNNllliks We
cause II is too farcical 10 last any APP
preoiable amount Of time.
In Europe the girls are always fresh
and young. They never have any wor-
ries. because they never live beyond
their incomes They don't use make
up because they don't need II, and they
are therefore natural They have hap
py, healthy, nominal good times-good
times that are really deserving OF the
name. Not few hours Of agony TO be
lived through before the sham can be
put aside and the natural resumed until
the next engagement
Il really don't know what can be
done TO better conditions over here. l
should think n the American girl knew
Of the impression she was creating she
might decide 10 take a bold stand for
the protection OF healthy normal girl
hood once in while you may see
normal girl here in New York-it Is
like passing an oasis in the desert l
never appreciated the beauty Of my
countrywomen half so much till came
to this country and saw the American
type. Then / thanked my lucky stars
that had not been born in America, -
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
BUY HER A BOX.
Dear Miss Fairfax:

Dear Miss Fairfax:
am twenty two, and have
been engaged to a girl of eighteen
for the past three months. Re-
Gently / won a box Of chocolates
where my sister and her lady
friend spent twice as much for
chances. AS l won the chocolates
in their presence ! divided the top
tier between them, and offered my
f1ancee the lower tier (she was
not present when the rattle took
place., explaining the conditions.
She was insulted, and absolutely
refused to accept them. Since then
we have been arguing who was
right. When she refused the
chocolates I was highly insulted,
and left her for peace sake.
A CONSTANT READER.
You were wrong not to give thu
box outright to the two ladies present
No girl likes to be put in the posi-
ton in which you put your fiancee
Give her a whole box, or give hel
none. BY giving her what the other.
left, you prove yourself very penu
rious.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
Always Martin.

1t was Martin, Martin, always Mar
tin, Still in her sweet motherly
selhshness she could think of nobody
else. Foudly as she loved me, il
never occurred TO her for moment
that II | did what she wished aud
sent Martin away from me. too
would suffer, Pat a harder heart
than mine would have melted at tho
sight of her perpleXity and distress,
and when with a helpless look She
said.
Il don't know what YOU are to do
Il really. really don't" l Comforted
her (needing comfort SO much my
self. and told her | would find a way
of my own to do what she desired.
'Will YOU though?" she said.
Indeed | will"
And you won't send him away
sore hearted, either
Indeed | won't"
Il knew YOU would say that May
the Lord and His holy mother bless
you,"
She was weeping tender, copious,
blessed teams by this time, but there
were smiles behind them.
Not that there's another woman
I In the world would rather give
him to II things were as they used
to be. But they're different now.
are they not?" she asked
Yes, they're different now" ! an
/ swered
But are you sure you're not cross
/ with me for coming?"
( "Oh, no, no. l said. and IT was al!
I ! could say for my voice was failing
me.
She gave a sigh OF ineXpressiAle
+ relief and then rose to go
II must be going now. The doctor
I is digging IN the garden and he
/ hasn't had his breakfast But ! put
! the pot on the slouree to boil and it
( WIFI be ready for The porridge"
She got as far as the door and then
/ turned and said
Il wish ! had a photo Of You - a
right one, just as you are at this.
/ very minute. I'd hang Il in your own
| room, and times and times In the
I day I'd be running upstairs to look
/ at t. But It's all as one I've got a
photo Of you here" COUGHING her
I breasD, and sometimes l can see il
as plain as plain"
( could not speak after that, but
! ! kissed her as she was going out,
and she said:
That's nice now, Good bye. ms
! chree, You'll not be going home un-
/ I'll tomorrow it's like so perhaps III
/ be putting another sight on your.
/ Good -bYe!"
/ went to the window to watch her
as she walked down the drive She
| was wiping her eyes. but her head
/ was up and ! thought her step was
! light and / was sure her face was
| shining.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
FIFTY first chapter-continued.

IVY ~ N'NHNN' ~~''N''~N~'
Yes"
This time I thought I really
really thought he was too fond Of
you"
/ had TO hold my breast TO keep
down the cry of joy that was rising
to my throat, but the dear soul saw
nothing,
Not that he said so-not to say
said so, but it's like mother TO see
things, isn't f.? And he was talking
and talking so much about Mary
O'Neill that / was frightened really
frightened
Frightened ?"
Hes so tender hearted you see.
And then you you're such a
wonderful woman grown. Tommy the
Mate says there hasn't been the Ike
of you on this island since they laid
your mother under the sod, It's truth
enough too-gospel truth And Mar
tin-Martin says there isn't your
equal, no, not in London itself neither.
So So" she said, trembling and
stammering, II was thinking !
was thinking he was only flesh and
blood, like the rest OF us, poor boy,
and II he got to be too fond Of you
now that you're married and
have husband. you know -
The trembling and stammering
stopped her for "A moment.
They're saying you are not very
happy in your marriage neither.
Times and times I've heard people
saying he isn't kind to you and they
married you against your Will.
So was telling myself IL that's so,
and Martin and you came together
now, ana you encouraged him, and let
him go on and anything
came of it any trouble or
disgrace or the like of that
II would be such terrible cruel thing
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
HE'S A THRILLER.
Dear Miss Fairfax:

Dear MISS Fairfax.
have been going with a young
gentleman for quite a while, and
he gave me every reason to make
me believe he loved me,
While in my company the other
evening he told me he did not
love me, but cared for me a great
deal, and he would stay away be-
cause if he came up to see me he
would learn to love me. When
asked why he told me such a
thing, he said, Just for pleas
ure." F. r. j.
He is not only a trif1er, but con
silly. If he stays ava,
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
o Advice to Lovelorn o
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.

because he will learne to love you by
coming, encourage his absence. II he
feels that it is not desirable that he
should love you. You must decide
you don't want his love.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19

u Be Continued Tomorrow.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
GIVE YOURSELF A CHANCE.
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:

I
l loved a gentleman at first
sight, have been angry with him
for the past two years and don't
care for him now. l met many
other gentlemen, but don't care
for them as much. l would like
to know whether I would care for
another gentleman as l did for the
first, whom 1 don't care for now.
ROSE B.
That is something only the future
Will tell, but there is no doubt you
will learn to care for another man
even more than you cared for the
first. But don't keep the first love
too much in memory.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
THE WOMAN THOU
GAVEST ME M By HALL GAME
The Greatest Story of the Twentieth Century

for the boy just when every
body's talking about him and speak
ing so well, too.
II was out at last. Her poor broken
hearted story was told Being a mar
ried woman, unhappily married, too,
| was a danger to her beloved son,
and she had come 10 me in her
sweet. unmindful, motherly selhshness
to ask me to protect him against
myself
Whites and whites I've been think
ing Of it, she said What Will /
dor I've been asking myself and
sometimes I'VE been thinking | would
speak TO Martin. | didn't dare do IT.,
though. But when heard last night
that you had come home to see your
father. ! said Doctor, I'll go over
and speak TO herself 'Youll never
do that, Christian Ann said the doc
tor Yes, / will said III speak
to the young mistress herself She
may be great lady now, but haven't
| nursed her on my knee? She'll
never do anything to harm my boy,
II ! ask her not to- No. indeed, she
won't Not Mary O'Neil I'll never
believe 1t OF her. Never in this
world ."
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
Face Beaming.

The sweet old face was Deaming,
but it was wet with tears too, and
while trying TO get out her pocket
handkerchief she was fumbling with
the flowers which she was still hold
ing and passing from hand to hand.
Let me take the roses" ! said as
well as ] could, for | could scarcely
say anything
Il brought them for YOU" she said,
and then she laughed a little con-
fusedly. at her own forgetfulness.
ITO be sure. they're nothing TO the
greenhouse ones you'll have at the
Castle. but ! thought you'd like them
for all that. They're from the tree
outside the window OF your own little
room. We call ii your room still
the one you slept in when you came
In your little velvet frock and pinnie,
singing carols to my door. Mary
O'Neil's room Martin called 1t then,
and it's been the same to us ever
since"
This touched me so deeply that,
before ] knew what | was doing, |
was putting my arm about her waist
and asking her to tell me what she
wished me TO do and | would do 1t.
viii you. thought" she said, and
hhtlI INV ny bllt hiit plbBpuluth lllC
artless little schemes she had con-
cocted to cure Martin of what she
conceived to be his love for me.
Her first thought was that | might
make excuse of my fathers illness to
remain where | was until the time
came for Martin to leave the island;
but she repented of this almost inn
mediately, remembering that Martin
was set on seeing me or must see
her he had said). and II he did not
see me he would be so downhearted.
Then she thought | might praise
up my husband 10 Martin, saying
what fine man he was, to be sure,
and how good he had been to me,
and what proud woman | was to
be married to him; but she was
ashamed OF that almost as soon as
she had said II, for ii might not be
true, and Martin might see was
pretending.
Finally she suggested that in or
der to create GOODNESS between Mar
tin and myself | might try not to We
so nice to him. speaking short to him
sometimes and even harsh ana
angry. but no. that would be 900
cruel, especially from me, after al
these years just when he was going
far away, too and only the Lord and
the blessed saints knew what was 10
become of him
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
RUTH's DILEMMA.

nv n = ~ * "UPs
Dear Miss Fairfax:
am Is and think a great deal
of a boy of IT. AS I attend high
school, it is impossible for me to
see him in the week days, as he
works. I meet him when I go to
mass on Sundays and he asks me
to go out with him.
My parents refuse to allow me
to go out with young men, and
when he asks me have to refuse.
Seeing that the boy looks hurt
when l give him my answer, do
not know who am to please-the
young man or my parents.
RUTH.
Try pleasing your parents. 1t 1
the experience of every woman thu
this is the best investment any giI
can make.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-19
BY HALL GAME.

Copyright. 1912. by Hearsts Magazine
Copyright, 1918, by Hearst Magazine
Copyright in Great Britain. Copyright
1913 By J. b Lippincott Company.
Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1914-03-26
Roll OF Honor for March.

Grade |.
Mary Byrd Boulware, Eugene
Jarman, Dorothy Jackson. Louise
Riley.
Grade H.
Gwendlyn Green, Annetta Faye
Johnson, Thelma Mccullough, Ger,
trude Randol Lucyle Tuley, Irene
Yates, Dimmitt Jackson.
Grade Ill.
Pauline Tuley,
Grade w.
Helen Caplineer, Evelyn Jackson
Gladys Thrift.
Grade V.
Bobs CranstOn, Mabel Riley.
Grade VI.
Dorothy Bixler. Thomas Boul'
ware, Gladys Clark, Marie Hum
phrey, Myrtle Settle.
Grade VII.
Fern Crawford, Otis Thrift, Donald
Wilson.