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shabby when she takes them out with
the idea of making use of them on q
new hat.
She can gid or silver or bronze them.
Gliding the lily and painting the rose
il an accomplished fact in our best mil
linery circles. Metallic effects are to be
much worn this year. .".
At Longchamps there was a generous
showing Of gold-plated feathers Broad
way had seen them before the news Of
those at the French race meet was
flashed to America. Whatever the proc
ess. 1t gives a gorgeous result. Ostrich
feathers are treated to gold bath in
srch a manner that, while each separ-
ate plume looks like solid gold. the ef-
feet Of sickness or heaviness Is en-.
tirely lacking.
Silver leaves used as a wreath about
the crown Of the hat is a much favored
accompaniment to the lacquered ribbon.
Gold flowers are frequently seen. The
plai- Of gliding old flowers is perfectly
feasible. Try it with a bottle Of gilt
paint.
Another smart hat is the bronze.
straw, which accords so well with tho
bronze shoes we are wearing, and
"i-iSH VIII bcCOihC pOpuidE dc SsS
season advances. Last years hat may
be reblocked into a this years shape
and treated to a coat Of bronze paint.
the very same polish with which our
shoes are kept in condition. Then IL 1t
is trimmed with lacquered ribbon and
a bunch of silver flowers. II will be the
very latest millinery fancy.
How ever, there are many conserva-
tive women who will never wear bronze
hats. These women will be glad to
know that ungilded flowers are becom-
ing more and more fashionable each
day and that midsummer will see them
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thicker till one side Of his head looked to be
an inch higher than tho other. Ono side
was a solid sore He was SO cross and fretful
and | had TO keep bis hands fastened to
keep him from scratching his head. They
said 1t was scald head.
I'VE had tried two treatments but they
didn't do II any good. His head had been
sore nine months when ! began using Cuti-
c,ua Soap and Ointment. | washed his
head three or four times day Win inc
CutIcura Soap and then dried real dry ana
then applied the Cuticura Ointment.
used them and he was cured. Signed
Mrs Lille Lester. June 10. 1913.
CutIcura Soap and Ointment do much
for pinnples. bIackheads red rough SKINS
itching. scaly scalps. dandrlIf and faiilns
hair. Sold everywhere. Lihcral sample Vi
each mailed free. with 32-p. Skin BOOK Au-
dress postcard "Cuticura, Dept. 7. Boston
tY-Men who shave and shampoo with 'u-
u1usa Soap Will hnd IL best for sAdn az scalp
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sympathy and not condemnation for
the weak and erring, forgiveness or
sins, and had this proclaimed from
the platforms. that she would come
nearer following the doctrines OF
that great Teacher, who came. not
TO destroy, but to save.
MAY MARTIN.
Miss Blacks Answer.
NJ Dear May Martin:
Do you think for an instant that l
would base an article on something
which had been the result of just
one person? l will never be able
70 know Just how many people read
these articles, so they dep>>d. for
inspiration and interest, upon facts
which are suggested to me. not once
but many. many times. They must
have q Thousand prototypes to be
successful. pertinent. salient.
The case which Is the most typical
of all cases l take as the one to be
presented TO my readers. II l ever
att mpted to take as a basis for an
article. an idea that was funda-
mental truth in. say, only several
hundred instances, ! would not keep
my position as a writer for one day
longer.
You remark the confession of
weak old doctor IN MS second Cnild-
hood" Alas. alas for the race, II We
have our second childhood at forty
two The scientists claim that this
"a the prime of life. And besides.
dear May, I chose the case. whose
principal actor had an age which
corr esponded most closely to the
general meal Of all sases.
You point the awful moral OF SOW
ing suspicion in tn" mind Of the wife.
II there were nothing for her to
fear or to be suspicious OF: granted
that she was = normal wifi and
mother. would II not be far better to
give her the benefit OF light upon the
subject. such as | suggest men
should have?
Is Writer a Man?
"A man has a resentment natural
tC all male animals, n dignity that
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Should Women be allowed to
know that the middle-aged mania
exists Should they be allowed to
realize the fact that their husbands
pass through a dangerous age"
and that they are apt to stray from
paths of domestic duty and rove in
sweet fields where there is no home
or responsibility
Or should their eyes be shut
tight to the state of affairs, and
should they push aside and COM
pletely overlook this playful little
waywardness phich sometimes
ruins their lipes and disrupts their
homes9
Would a sane and sensible drgu-
ment on the matter, and a plain,
dispdssionate discussion Of the sub
ject do any goo, " is a womaH
prohibited from poicing any SeHtl-
ment which, no matter hoW much
comfort it might bring her in the
end, would temporarily deprive the
male of the indulgence of a time
honored Freedom?
A reader has taken the matter up
for other readers.
Reader VS.. Miss Black.
The following letter was received
as an answer to the Winifred Bllck
article on the 'Middle-Aged Mania
Miss Black has answered the letter.
which was signed May Martin,
but which gives no definite PROOF
that the writer was woman.
Excerpts from the Black article,
which precede the letter. give an
idea Of the contents.
1t begins: The doctor told me
It begins: The doctor told me all
Mania. Every man in the world has
it, said the doctor: some are decent
enough to keep their heads compare
lively steady, and some manage to
get through the worst phases OF
them without letting any one know
what's happening. But most men.
when they get to be forty. are in line
- for an attack, and a violent. vicious
attack, of the Middle-aged Mania.
1t comes on anywhere between forty
and fifty. and it has ruined more
lives and broken up more homes
than any other form of insanity in
the world-for It is a form OF in
sanity, nothing more and nothing
less had it when | was forty
two"
Then follows a detailed description
of the doctors particular case. IL
seems that the doctor let his mania
run it's course, and the wife. on the
advice of his father. had the woman
to dinner dried up her tears. ana
made the best of it. The case lasted
q year.
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Copy't. 1914 Newspaper Feature Service. Inc.
Miss Laurie will welcome letters Of
inquiry on subjects of feminine inter-
est from young women readers of this
raper, and will reply to th.m in these
columns. They should be addressed TO
ner. care this office
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Secrets of Health and Happiness
Careful Isolation Limits
Spread of Children S Ills
By DR.. LEONARD KEENE HIRSHBERG
A. B., N. A., NJ. D. Cohns Hopkins).

~ HARIIE has the whoopng cough" says your fam
4 lily doctor. Keep him away from Jane and Will
riam give him his medicine, and 1 will drop
again in few days"
Thank doctor the harassed mother
hurries away The physician has been brief
al. doubt the prescription:
unuckiiy he has mother a warning without
cNpI directions its needing.
The arent IS aware of the mistaken notion
will catch measles mumps. whoop-
ing cough famisr With the exploded nonsense
by incorporated itself the of
Indeed the superstition that her baby must,
wnllv and in OF careful precautions. suffer all
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Y = ERE Is O.
IL hint for the,
/ ] girl " h Q.
W o n d e r s.
what she can do
with the punches of:
faded flowers she
has carefully rip
ped off her dis
carded hats, be-
caJse they seemed
just too good to
throw away" and
yet look wofully
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water. They itched and
burned and he would
scratch them and then
they formed a thick hard
crust. IL seemed to an
noy him terribly. He
couldn't rest any way.
When the scabs peeled OF
IL would break out again
and tho scabs would get
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THICK HARD CRUST
ON BABYS HEAD
When Three Weeks Old. PimpIes
Would Run a Clear Water. Itched
and Burned. Cross and FretfuI.
Used Cuticura Soap and 0int-
ment and Was Cured.

smithviIlc, Okla" When my baby was
three weeks old his head broke out in little
pimples and these pimples would run a clear
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Should Women Know0f Strange Mania
That attacks Man at Middle Age?

Question Argued Whether Wives Will Gain by In
sight Into Cause of Husbands Wayward Fancies.
Man Who Becomes Infatuated With Slab Sided
Young Person Declared To Be Typical of Thou
sands-Reader of The Times Voices Protest.
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"A man has resentment natural
tC all male animals. n dignity that
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-06
BY PATTEN BEARD.

THERE was time when the po-
tato grew out in the sunlight,
just as the squash and the
pumpkin do now. That was so long
ago that nobody remembers it, but !
will tell you how it came to grow IN
the earth, quite hidden.
As everybody knows, the potato
las eyes. One morning he woke up
ard he found that nothing suited
Inn, for he was cross. He looked at
che lettuce and ne said, ooh, Lettuce,
| think your curly leaves are very
hcmely. Can't you make item
straight" AID the lettuce, who
thought her curly leaves the pretti-
est that could possibly be made, took
8 great dislike to the potato, even
though she answered never word.
When she answered never a word
the potato gave a sniff and turned
to the eggplant. Mercy" said the
potato, 81 shouldn't think you'd
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-06

pepper is fiery. keep your eyes in
your pocket, Potato" it retorted. "lf
you don't look out, something will
happen. You have too many eyes"
But the potato gave a sniff, and
turned to the onion. "Oh, Onion"
said the potato, what makes you 50
white? Why is your head so large
and your body so small? Why
But right here the onion began to
cry. and all the vegetables in the gar
den called to the hobgoblins to find
out what could be done to stop the
potato.
The hobgoblins didn't have any
trouble in solving the difficulty. They
called a whole army of yellow-and-
black bugs to run at the potato and
eat him up. But the potato managed
TO get down into the earth before
they could catch him. Only his
leaves were left growing above
ground. Now you can see the yell
low-and-black striped potato-bugs
camping all around him in the gar
den. He has never dared since that
day to get his eyes above ground.
And that, as any one can see. is what
happens to a person who makes him
self disliked by being disagreeable.
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flock Of white clouds before him. AT
these times the storm wind and the
mountain talked together, and they
talked of many things.
SHOULD Like To BE Man-Mountain.
One day, when the storm came,
driving his flock before him, the
mountain questioned him. Have you
ever known of mountain that was
like man? would like to be man.
mountain. Can it be DONE"
The storm sighed through the
tree-tops. mo-" ne answered. II
have never yet heard OF mountain
that was a man, and | go about the
world, from east to west and from
north to south. see all things. |
have seen the sea shape the rocks
into strange shapes, and | myself
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WHY THE POTATO LIVES DOWN
IN THE GROUND

! like to have your face so brown. II
YOU knew how it looked you would
use a psrasol." And the eggplant
who had always thought her thick
coat of tan very becoming, took a
strong dislike to the potato, even
though she answered never a word.
When she answered never a word,
the potato gave sniff, and it turned
to the celery. 80 Celery said the
potato, "what makes you grow
Jumped into bunch? And the celery,
who knew that it was best for her to
grow Jumped in bunch, took a SUD-
den dislike to the potato, though she
answered never word.
When it answered never a word.
the potato gave a sniff, and turned to
the red pepper. "Oh, Red Pepper"
said the potato, what makes you al
ways so red? Why don't you stay
green? Green Is much nicer for a
vegetable like you"
Now, as everybody knows, the red
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The Man Mountain

Then the storm laughed aloud. u
had scarce thought of this" he de-
clared. Indeed, have power. 1t is
| who drive the clouds before me
through the notch; it is | who move
the wind. sway great trees and
send their giant limbs crashing down
upon the ferns and moss like tiny
twigs. / hurl powders as if they
were pebbles, and | cause streams to
run like torrents. Ny sword is the
lightning and my voice is the law of
thunder. Even thou, Mountain, thou
must bend to my power. will shape
thee into the semblance Of q man."
Mountain Quiyered in the Storm.
All night long the storm struggled
at his work. Never had there been
such fierce lightning flashes. Never
had the giant trees so quaked and
crashed in the wind on the mountain
side. Under the stress of the storm
the mountain itself quivered, even &c
its broad base IN the valley.
Then, when the storm had done all
that it could, it passed soft caress
over the mountain and caused 1t to
fall into a deep sleep till morning.
When the morning came the sun
rose in a wide blue sky and the
mountain awoke. Its tiny lake lay
calm below in the sunlight, and as
the mountain gazed down upon 1t IT
saw the reflection of great stone
face upon its summit, the face of
strong giant man that the storm had
carved from the mountains craggy
| powders.
Many people go to see the noun
tain now. They stand by the shore
of the little blue lake and gaze up
ward at the great face on the noun
tain side. And the nmountain
gazes down at them. When they call
across the lake the echo that wakes
TO their halloo seems the very voice
Of the man mountain answering.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-06
Gathering
Evergreens

BY TRUMAN j. GLEASON (age 81
Last Sunday father said to us: Let
us all go into the woods. as | want
some evergreens." So he called the
dog and took with him an Alpine stick;
and my sisters, Dorothy and Nathalie,
and myself started on our tramp.
As soon as we got well into the
woods we came TO high hill. There
we're plenty of paths that led through
the trees, and we had no trouble IN
finding our way.
We gathered our hemlock and started
FOR home across a cornfield to our
house. was wondering if there we're
any bears in the woods, and father said
many years ago there we're, but the
natives killed most of them and other
wild animals.
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have chiselled the rough cliffs.
have never seen mountain that was
like man, but | have seen other
strange sights"
IL would that had your power"
the mountain brooded; then would
carve out the Jagged crags on my
wooded sides and make me into the
semblance of a man."
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Camping i'm Maine

BY DOROTHEA u. COMLf 'age i-I'
Every year we go to a camp in the
woods up in Maine. 1t is thirty miles
from railway or trolley line and is
therefore very wild.
Once. on a warm August day, when
everything was very still, | was run
ming along a path at the foot OF a
small hill, making plenty of noise, scrt-
fling up the leaves with my feet.
In the distance a faint blue among
the trees told me was not far from
the lake. Suddenly / heard a twlg
crack. stopped instantly, and, look
inc M the hill. saw young fawn.
scarcely breathed! He stared at me
intently for several minutes, then With
snort he turned, put up his tail and
vanished.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-06
How a Bear Brought Christmas Joy
to the Prairie Land Children

ly style that he could scarcely wall
and accomplished the feat success.
fully. cts donew he cried, fyinr
back into the road.
Nov Jimmy" said Tressy, he
might get out, so you must get some.
body here quick
Shoot Bear Through Window.
"1'll run right home and get faith.
err" And off Jimmy went like race
horse. To Tressy the minutes seemed
like hours before Mr.. Hope and two
men whom he CHANGED to meet came
to her rescue. She hardly heard the
report of the rife when his bearship
was securely shot through the little
window, so benumbed was she from
long exposure. The events of the
last hour seemed like a dream. and
she was floating, floating away
until strong arms carried her down
the little crooked stairs and into the
old kitchen. Here she came to with
a gasp.
"Oh, she isp't dead" cried Jimmy,
in intense relief. "She isn't Look
at him, Tress-isn't he a bourcer!"
"And that skin will fetch lot Of
money" put in Mr.. Hope. At the
word money" Jimmy and Tressy
pricked up their ears to catch every
word, and then looked at each other,
and christmas" was in their eyes.
Just then sleighbells were heard.
"Here they comew cried Jimmy;
Pm going to tell 'em first"
Tressy could hear her mOthe
give a pleasant little laugh and say
How nice it is TO get home" and
then the door opened and she sew
their faces. The rest was all confu-
sion, and when the hubbub CLEARED
away Tressy found herself in her
mothers lap, tightly clasped to her
heart.
"My brave little girll' her father
would say, coming up every two or
three minutes and patting lressys
yellow head and then going of %
look at the bear again.
T'll give you SO for him." sa'd
one of the men.
Just in Time for Christmas.
"All right" replied Mr.. Whittier
"You may have him-he's come lOs'
in time for my little girls ChIIs''
mas"
"Ohw Tress gave a small howl az
that. as she sat in her mothers LAP
Our Christmas has come, Jlmn'
Hope, The bears brought luz
bears brought it,"
The next day the children WEN
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come" she said, as she finished she'll
ing and flung the last cob away.
at must be most five." And she
peeped out of the woodshed door.
But no one was in sight. Just then
a little rustling noise struck upon
her ear. "Hoh-hoh, Mister Jimmy"
she thought, 81 won't look around
A Big Black Bear
But, curiosity getting the better OF
her. she turned her head, and there,
standing just outside the door, with
his forepaws on the sill, his two
cruel eyes fastened on her face, was
big, black bear. Tressy dropped
everything and gave one bounce up
the steps that led into the house, for
getting in her fright to close the
door after her. Up followed the bear.
Tressy flew up the stairs to the loft,
and, opening the little scuttle door,
sprang out upon the fiat roof, know
ing from the stories she had heard
her father tell enough of a bears
chasing faculties to realize this was
her only hope. Trembling in every
limb and teeth chattering, she did
not dare stop to think a minute,
even after the scuttle door was Sc
curely shut between her and the
bear.
"Oh, Jimmyll be killed." she
cried, wringing her hands, as mer-
ry whistle rang out. "DOn't" she
screamed. Jimmy, don't whistle!
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-06

We are so uery glad achen ace re-
eeiye stories or little poems from oar
readers, for then we knoaO that they
are interested IN our page and real
IN like to aCrite stories themselves.
In the Gleason family there are Tru-
man. and Dorothy, and Nathalie, all
of ichon read the Children's Page,
and. as goa see, 1Orite for 1t, too.
WIN don't you all tyy?
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tiny lake, and its leafy forest trees
grew low branches that swept the
soft ripples of the lake.
Sometimes, when the wind blew
and the clouds hung low, the noun
tain could not see its reflection in
the lake. These we're the times when
the storm wind drew through the
notch, like a shepherd, driving his
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-06

0H klS Mao WAS cunning W VIZ
I little prairie-land children, al
though goodness knows where
the money was coming from to buy
presents with. But Christmas was
coming, just the same.
Teresa" Mr.. Whittier said one
bright day in December, "can you
keep house while your mother and |
90 over to the settlement? I'll stop
on the way at the Hopes and ask
them if Jimmy can't come over and
keep you company while we're gone"
ooh, let me go, father" cried
Tressy, springing up from her patch
work. "I'll be just as good!"
"You can't" said her father.
We've got to bring back meal and
potat&s, and there won't be room.
Be a good girl and stay at home.
Jimmy and you can pop corn, and
the time won't seem long,
"Can WEI" cried Tressy. well
stay. Make Jimmy come over right
away, father; do"
"Oh, yes" laughed Mr.. Whittier
"he1l be here in ten minutes; never
fear
So father and mother and little
Baby Robbie were tucked in the
sleigh and started off. Tressy sang
gayly to herself as she ran into the
woodshed for the corn and the old
pepper.
81 wonder why Jimmy doesn't
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-06
A Fine Picnic
BY DOROTHY GLEASON (age 81.

We were going to picnic. There
were fifteen of us.
We stopped at my Uncle Jacks and
we had luncheon under the beech tree
by the spring.
The girls had swing and the boys
all went swimming about mile off.
A rain came up and we all huddled
under the cart, except four boys, who
got under the oxen and tried to make
US believe it was nicer than under the
cart. Some of us caught cold.
1t was a funny picnic, and the best
part of il was the cake and the brolled
chickens and doughnuts and sand
witches.
We were so tired that night we slept
Just like kittens.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-06
"a White Mountain Legend.D

.ONCE upon a time there lived a
~ mountain that wanted to be
like man. The mountain
was very tall. Its summit reached
even above the clouds sometimes. Its
sides were covered with strong rocks
and beautiful forests. Thick under
brush grew in the shade of stanch
hemlock trees and mingled with lacy
ferns and red wintergreen berries
hidden in the dimness of the noun
tain's wooded places.
Close to the side of the mountain,
in a narrow pass between it and
other hills, lay tiny lake that was
like a jewelled mirror of the blue sky
above. The mountain could see itself
reflected in the quiet water Of this
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-06
On the Mountain
By NATHALIE GLEASON Gage 81.

by NAihAbir "IH@N'O-' N"e" "
One day two girls and ! were walk
ing in the woods. When we reached
the top of the hill we heard queer
sounds. The trees were cut down on
one side of the path. and we could look
across the cornfield to our house. We
began TO sing very loudly:
II wonder If there are any bears in
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taken over to the settlement !
allowed full liberty in the ouy,ss =,
presents till the bear money
all gone. ~
And the result was tha' y W" (
yond any of the brightest d''s "A,
the children. blossOmed out IA,
beauty, and stood on Christmas ;. II
in the very spot that the str.as'
unwelcome visitor had oecup''S'
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There's bear" Leaning over the
edge of the roof as Jimmy ap-
preached, she motioned him back.
Don't come" she whispered.
"There's bear in the house,"
A bear?" said Jimmy, lncredu-
lousy; don't believe it."
"Oh, there ISL" cried TresSy, in
the greatest terror. Don't go in,
Jimmy; you'll be killed-he jumped
into the woodshed and then chased
me into the house."
Lying Down on the Rug.
WELL" said Jimmy, still disbe-
lieying, "I'm going to peek into the
window" And in spite of Tressy's
pleadings he crept up softly and took
one look in the little low window.
And only one, for he Immediately
bounced out into the road at such a
rate that Tressy, up high on the roof,
thought surely the bear was after
him. "Oh, It's Tress." he gasped.
"He's alCfuI big, and he's lying down
on the rug"
ado you suppose you could shut
the door," whispered Tress, from
her parapet, SOS to keep him in un-
til father gets homer?
Il don't know" said Jimmy. who
showed no great desire to approach
the house, but knowing Tressy's eyes
were upon him ne started with knees
that knocked together in such a live
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-06
Our Boys and Girls Write OF Their
Adventures and Good Times.

this wood" each of us WAS thinking.
My father saw one on the mountain
last week.