Evening star., 1917-10-28

Sh-Watch for Witches wednesday!
Did you ever throw . ball Of yarn out
OF the window and then wind 1t In.
hoping to ind your own true love at
the end of the string?
And did he ever show up?
And do you remember that time
when you walked backward around
the block with your mouth full OF salt!
And that other time when you went up
stairs backward-every spell had to
be worked backward in those beloved
days that were backward themselves
with a lighted candle so that you could
look over your left shoulder in the
mirror to vision your young man. or
your chum's young manor any young
man that was a nice young man!
If you have inherited Scotch plaidie
or an Ivanhoe dialect, you have to De
extra careful this coming Wednesday
Of our Lord. or tho goblins-but every.
body knows what the goblins VIII oot
You have just one chance OF lodging
those third century witches. and here
is the official recipe: Keep saying kind
words and wrap your plaidie around
some shivering child. The good deao
who will be walking the earth on their
last penance before rising to heaven
"
and stone the witches until they draw
one drop of blood and one drop of pol
son from each left shoulder blade-and
that puts the witches on the blink.
Try 1t.
If YOU hike back to the other side of
date beginnings, when Myth handles
doings with more delightful uncer-
tainty than her sister History-s,nce
history is written up and my.h 10
handed down-you will find Halloween
a junbIe of mythology. Druidic be-
liefs and Christian legends-but these
be prosaic days. brethren.
True, there will be dances and games.
Wednesday night, praise be, but the
spirit Of it will be fun: not mystery.
Education has taken away the faith
that stakes the future on the snap OF
a nut on hot Goals or the shape OF an
apple pairing as 1t falls to the hoor.
pies ducked for and parings will be
cast over left shoulders. And there VIII
be prankish jests and the rich unstud-
led laughter of youth, God bless 1t, but
1T won't be the Halloween of our own
childhood way back tn-out don't let
bother with dates.
Oh, yes thereIl be bushels Of fun
but the only witches you will see
demonstrating around will be the com
mercialized crones from washington
shops-may prosperity bless theM.
p S.-Meaning shops.
They had bought mystery bundles at
a rummage sale. And the restroom of
a department store was the scene of
explorations:
The pudgy one of the two. who looked
as il she hadn't nerve in her body,
lacked courage to unite her string for
fear of disappointment. But the other,
like the brave lady of song, bade fare
well to every fear and boldly waded
in-while everybody around looked on.
"Handkerchiefs-dra work. at
that, The very things l meant to get
for Sues birthday@
II hate to get handkerchiefs for
The pudgy one said it while tearing
a peep-hole in one end of her bundle.
so do l. but they are splendid to
give away Lock ,bs ;srv at this 1b,r apron far
Emma's little Floss"
Emma's little Floss was to be afflict-
ed with a turkey-red galatea piped
with white and adorned with china
buttons as big as poker chips almost.
tNote: Poker chips are what you play
poker with)
Then the cheerful one took from the
manila bag a maroon-wool scarf. sec
ond hand. two aluminium thimbles, 4
paper of horn studs, a necklace of blue
beads. the cord string a trifie grimy,
and a lot of ribbon pressed out to look
as good as new to eyes that do not
wear specs, but need them.
Almost five yards'-the woman got
at her quantity by nose and arm
length measurement, even as you and
sults-"Td hadder paid so cents for
this ribbon alone
But you haven't got no use for pink
ribbon" The pudgy one stopped fooling