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The Delta independent., 1920-09-03
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It's no use arguing with woman.
Rev. ]. M. Flynn left Monday for
Denver to attend the annual state N.
ID. conference.
Mrs. James Barnard has returned
home after spending several months
ON the coast.
Mrs. Dave Keers and little son are
away visiting relatives at Lawrence.
Kansas and vicinity.
The melon-choly days have come
the saddest of the year. for Daddy,
at SC per pound.
The second crop of alfalfa is now
about all in the stack. The yield be-
ing heavier than usual.
Several carloads of our town folks
attended the Red Cross meeting at
Delta Tuesday evening.
Mrs. Albert Burnett and children
left this week for an extended visit
with friends in Texas.
John Patterson, D. C. Dodge and
son. Orville, left last Friday for Ce-
bolla Springs for a weeks outing.
DR.. Sam Beckley and wife of Salida
have returned home after few days
The Beet Growers of this vicinity
held meeting Saturday night cuss-
ing and discussing the beet situation.
Mr.. and Mrs. A. G. Hall Of Kansas
City are here on short visit with
their cousin, VIM. Ronks Of Fruitland
Mesa.
Mr.. and Mrs. Giffee and daughter.
Ladine, motored to Cedaredge Sunday
spending a very pleasant day with the
Bacon family.
C. T. Meador and family have re-
turned home after spending very
pleasant time at Glenwood Springs
for two weeks.
Mrs. W. H. Hamilton and two
daughters, and Mrs. H. B. Dunn, all OF
Tulsa, Oklahoma, are visiting the
Wheeler family of Lazear.
Ralph Giffee and little daughter.
Ladine, arrived home last week after
The Delta independent., 1920-09-03
Daily Market Report.

The daily market report issued by
the bureau OF markets at Grand juno
ton made it's first appearance this
season on last Friday. The report is
valuable to the buyer as well as be-
ing guide to the grower, for II tells
you daily the number OF cars shipped
from different points in the United
States each day. the conditions OF the
many districts and the price obtained
in carload lots.
The Delta independent., 1920-09-03
J. q. Moraan Leaves.

j. B. Morgan. the barber, was COM
PEELED close out his interests here in
the barber business and seek lower
altitude on account of Mrs. Morgan's
health. He departed the first of the
week in search of n location. His
many Delta friends regret to lose ''B'
from their midst.
The Delta independent., 1920-09-03
Quite a Large Pay Roll.

There are nearly 600 persons on the
pay rolls of the new industries build
ing in Delta at this time. To feed
and clothe and care for these workers
there are nearly 175 persons holding
situations of one kind or another. The
pay roll is the largest Delta has ever
experienced
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-23
UNSEEN HANDS
4 Be1oildering Detectiue Story
 By Robert Orr Chipperfield

ture last night, when your nephew was only saved by a. miracle, and the broken stair this morning, which al- most cost MT. Lorne his life, may not have been accidents after all, and I have been engaged to investigate the latter two occurrences"
 But this is terrible!" Miss Meade cried in a low tone as if at a Sacri- Julian's were by the will of God. The-the others have been troubled by foolish, nervous fears, but my faith is strong. The fall of that pie I blame myself for Eugene's danger, because he sat there at my sugges- tfon to reply to some correspondence. As to the stairs giving away this morning, thai must have been an ac- cident. too; the house is old, our home for generations back-' Her voice died away as the de | tective in answer turned back the posed the damage which had been deliberately wrought.
 i Miss Meade caught her breath sharply, and her thin, delicate hands came together in a convuEsive clasp. 1 oh, what does it mean? Surely none of the boys would attempt to play wicked practical jokes at such a time as this!'
 This was not intended for a joke, Miss Meade" Odelrs matter-of-fact | 1SN-1ASA within herself. "It was done with the deliberate purpose of injury to some member of this household. The portrait fell last night because the l heavy steel wires which helped to
 hold it in it's place had been hacked apart. l am sorry to add to your distress but the truth must be faced; some one is trying to murder you
 all!''
 eorn "MuTdsr!' a1 tsd He Her pale lips barely
 ieve it!-There must be some hide
 ous mistake. Why, we haven't an She swayed and would have fallen but that Titheredge sprang forward and caught her.
 | 'You had better go back to your own room and rest, Miss Meade. I'll see that Dick is made comfortable and you will need all your strength for what I am afraid lies before you ' Sergeant Odel1 may want to see you
 ton, but he will not disturb you ii
 it is not absolutely necessary
 He led her down the hall to her own room, closed the door, and came
 back to the stairs head to find the
 detective carefully replacing the
 thumbtacks.
 That will do, think.'' the latte,
 observed. Now, let us go down and have a look at that picture
 They descended again to the li-
 brary. AS they entered Nan rose kissed her father on the forehead softly and went from the room You've been examining the stairs '' Richard Lorne asked pant. ! ing from the knife-thrusts of pair l which darted through his hurt ribs at each breath
 "Yes, Dick They were sawed
 through, just as we imagined, ? Titheredge replied. eff you won't bt taken to bed just yet, lie still and don't try to talk; I'll keep you in. : formed of everything that goes on- :.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-23
1E BRIDGEPORT TIMES MAGAZINE PAGE
Advic To The LOvelOrn
By BEATRICE. FAIRFAX.

It is told of Margaret Lamburn, one of the servants of Mary, queen of Scots,S that to ayenge the death of her royal mistress she dressed in pistols, one to shoot Queen Eliza beth, onezto kill herself. She had reached the garden where the queen was walking, when she chanced to seized and carried before the queen. to whom she frantically related her tale. When the queen asked how she expected to be treated. Margaret re- piled:
 "A judge would condemn me to death, but it would be more royal to grant me pardon"
 And Queen Elizabeth pardoned the woman who planned to take further of Margaret Lamburn
 There is nothing heroic and nothing evil told of her after she was spared
 planned to take.
 Ut would be more royal to grant
 many of you realize the dignity and despitefully use you" wonder if you understand how the grace that condones faults is in itself and of itself beautiful and worthy to go down in history. But it is still more.
 The divine quality of a forgiveness that can understand and pity human
 frailty has in itself something to
 bind the forgiven to it with deli
 cate chains of gratitude and de- votion. We would perhaps like to. hear that Margaret Lamburn became a devoted servant Elizabeth, but
 memory of her Queen Mary ard 1 that Queens death.
 In most cases where forgiveness
 srneted out history hears no more z A of romance and chiva1ry in our na- 1 lures makes us want to believe that a royal forgiveness, royalty given, wins utter loyalty.
 Which of us hasn't hurt some one who loved us? Which of us
 hasn't gone uneasily to make our peace? Perhaps with a certain swagger and braggadocio we have planned to Justify our deed. Per haps with tear and bitter regret nour hearts we have tried to be- lieve that some graciousness would
 be meted out to us
 But in our souls we have feared | that we'd get reproaches and re- | criminations and reminders of our
 sneaking feeling that if enough
 fuss were made about our little | blunder we might go swaggering
 for the whole business. And then-suppose tender hands were outstretched in greeting, and
 no reproach, no murmur came to
 remind us of what we'd done
 weren't we about twenty times as sorry as any amount of bitterness
 could have made usc Didn't the
 generosity and the sweetness thai l allowed for our human frai1ty and
 looked on us with gentle eyes o1
 understanding in spite of it mean
 a new tie between us and the one | for whom we might so easily have l lost all tenderness? s.@ --.=
 It takes a big. fine spirit ta ac- cept selfshness and unkindness and | even sheer ug1iness and to believe that they are all a temporary and l unwelcome phase of one we love | But the man or woman who can for.
 give royalty, dismissing the injury l forget as royalty, chains us to hin l or her in real devotion.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-23

Boaa'; is eyer @ desirable rtait in things sTtorial, but when gar ment con be interesting as we'll then indeed has it succeeded in accom- plishing mething. And this is ex- actly what has happened in the case of the boudoir cap.
 It Is not necessary to be quite as fnconspicuous in ones room of rest as might be imagined-that is, not if one has a mirror to magnify one's charms and once more, after lapse of some time has almost every loung- ing robe a "bunnit'' all it's own. When mademoiselle dresses for the ballroom floor she shows her knowl- edge of psychology. If she chooses demure little affair. she signifies her desire to be sought, When her selection is dashinE it means that she does not intend to be overlooked, not even for a second.
 In her boudCir, however, nothing need influence her choice but her own personal desires. There, if anywhere in the world, she may wear colors
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-23

Miss Myryan Donner. who has re- gently returned from a trip through the Balkan states, has traced for us the connection between the two. The originals of these caps are bounti- fully embroidered when not spangled. but Miss Donner has metamorpho- sized them into creations of tul1e and dotted net, and each sketch has been inspired by a cap native to some cer- tain locality.
 Rather nunlike in conception is the affair of some sheer material with it's edging of embroidery that is pie tured at the upper left, while to the cap at the upper right rosettes s-of gay colored ribbon gave a dash that is delightful. At the extreme right is an unusual model, a bit suggestive which our very own little great great-grandmothers used to hie them off to bed.
 Flowered taffeta is responsible for the fetching affair at the lower left the silk being draped and puffed
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-23

a. number of strange elements, are the ones men often marry. After marriage why, as husbands and sup
 posed masters of their homes, don't
 the exercise what authority and op-
 portnuftythey possess to supdue
 these glaring attractions and change
 these harmful characteristics?
 Instead of doing that they simply
 creature that is theirs. They seldom
 demand that she give up the rouge pot and eyebrow pencil. "Cleopatra, as we understand her wiles today, was not a beauty, but a plain woman who understood the art of makeup.
 Tucked Eyebrows Old Story. t'The practice is an old one. Plucked eyebrows are nothing new. In Chau- cer's time women did the same thing. the Knights Tale about a lovely heroine that the author praises for her fine eyebrows plucked out to a 1 thin line.
 l And this man thinks women mer- cenary, too. He says a girl always
 asks how much has he got?' before | she makes up her m1nd.' Critic Avis does not stop at chiding ! women for making up. He thinks | they should try their hands at cook-
 ing, also He predicts that if all the 1 bakeries and delicatessenses were to
 close down tomorrow the modern
 husbands of the made-up women 1 would starve to death.
 "As far as that is concerned" re- plies Miss Mccormick. "there is all l ways room for improvement in cook l ing. But poor cooking is not a mod ] ern institution. It is a matter for the schools to think about. Education will be the remedy.
 l '"The synthetic woman lis as old as history and I believe that the girl so much condemned today is not 2 l modern girl, but a Servant o> an old l type. There always have been wo- nsen who appeal thus to the imagina- ton of men. Home training may, in time, overcome young mems suscep- ' tbility to such influences, however"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-23

and the fabrics that her taste and temperament dictate.
 If the war did nothing else, it served to enlarge our field of vision and to bring us into contact with other ways and days than our own. Once upon a time-and not so very long ago-long ago-CZecho-Slavia was an unexplored territory as far as most of us were concerned. Indeed it is to be feared that not a few of us didn't know it had even been dis covered, and yet it and the lands it comprises are among the oldest na- tiors of the old worlf
 The war having given us a point of contact, we find to our surprise that Czecho-Slavia IS a course of art and beauty. Satorially it is full of the most delightfully."- picturesque possibilities, and it is from the caps of the peasant 1assies of this lz-ld that Miss Manhattan has gotten her inspiration for the bonnets she wears i nher house.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-23
Rouged And Powdered Girl
 Product Of Mans Demand
So Says Miss Helen P. Me Cormick, Assistant Dis t1ict Attorney, In Reply ing to Josef Avis Attack On the Synthetic Woman
(Written by IMAGERY REX for the
 International News Service.)

International News Service.)
 New York, Dec. 23.-Stirred to speech by the faults of what he terms the synthetic woman.'' Josef Avis
 0atin for t'bird') hastens to impart to the universe what he. himself and also persona1ly-thinks of the girls we see all about us these days. :
 Woman, he believes, is made up of many different elements infused into one strange new type of being: MT. Avis exhorts bachelors to everlasting freedom unless ''wastreI' woman changes her ways.
 "BacheIors," he pleads from his California home in San Diego. stand by and don't weaken! When the women find that the men will not come to them they will go to the Cry of Freedom
 "A man does not want an animated grease paint portrait walking around with him. Look for the ones that do not paint-they are as scarce as roses at the North Pole.
 Coax one of these dainty, demure pets under a green light and you will see that the layers of rouge jut out like the cornices of building. Movies Are Misunderstood. For these and other soaring com ments, Josef Avis has received sting ing rebukes and retorts. Many men have gone so far as to hint that if MT. Avis does not admire the modern S1rt IlS middle name IS IdTd. But aside from the exaggeration which characterized his statements there is much to be seriously consid- cred in what the Californian says. The average male, unaeSthetic and not analytic, responds quicker to the carmine call of painted cheek than to the less strident appeal of the face gone prematurely gray from life in crowded cities. "Synthetic women'' are the product fN Ha1o F. Mccormick, Assistant District At torney of Kings County. The opinion of Miss Mccormick is of particular value in this discussion, for she oc- cupies a unique position. Officially, she may judge of folhes of women and also man, since those in trouble and turmoil come before her is cease l less parade. a Privately, she is able to ! understand the girls point of view on such a question because she is an
 exceptionally comely young woman l herself.
 Miss McCorIniclx'S Opinion.
 'tThe rouged girl is the product o1 1 a demand" says Miss Mccormick 1 ''and demure girls find that unless their attractions are made equally glaring they may be overlooked by | men in the quest for wives.
 l ITO marry is the natural ambition of every normal girl. It is almost 2
 necessity in order to vindicate hel l existence. That being the case, she
 feels she must conform to the rules of the game
 'tIt isn't the immoral or the bar.
 barous instinct in a girl as much as q
 misguided idea of what the majority of men seek in women.
 l painted girl, why don't they take
 her, pay her attention and marry her?
 sympathetic women, made up O
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-23

suppose you know that Peters has disappeared ?"
 Lorne nodded.
 'fWe'u make short work of him if he has had hand in what has been grimiy. T caught him in two Roofn1Seu diree1 lies this morning before I left the house, but I attributed them to the fact that the man was added from fright. Let me see; you've had him three years, haven't your" Four" came raspingly from the cuuch.
 "Ah, yes, remember Ever had any reason to distrust him?" Never: Whats that chap doing?" Lorne had craned his neck as far as his painful position would allow, and Titheredge followed his gaze Sergeant Odell, with pair of pow erfui wire-cdppers in a1is hands was bending over the portrait as it lay face down over the desk Lust removing these several strands of the cable, so that they may pc examined under a glass, MT.
 saeif 'nf hers aeeee1lye nt 4ne replied 1elst for that they were deliberately cut, but lwant to find out if I can, what sort Of instrument was used. One thing IS certain-whoever did this trick and the one upstairs was of tremen- oous strength. The tread and face 1 or that step were cut with long, Sio" sweeps of a. heavy saw, not hag- gled with small, light one, and the portrait here must have been nried l loose from the wall with some DOW ! erIul lever before the supporting Wlres could be cut, for no clippes such $hen as re this could have reached MT: Lorne. you will permit us to assist you to bed now; the shock which you have received, together with your injuries, will make it i'm 1 possible for fn ,, Iomorrow Lorne asked eager ly. Want to get at the bottom
 Yes. l know" OdeI nodded en- thing in our hands. we'11 get you | upstairs now with as little pain to Iyou as possible"
 Hadn't we better have young MT. Chalmers help?'' asked Titheredge. We will have to carry him around | to tn eservants' staircase, you know, and we must not jar him any more than is necessary
 The detective assented and Tither- ipeared.
 "Fn go and look for him myself. g the latter remarked. but Odell
 ..I should prefer to do that. MT. Tltheredge. Will you instead go to the servants quarters and See if any more of them have decamped 9" He turned again to the couch. "Mr. room?"
 The one on the left, third floor, rear, panted the sick man. "Ju1ian's
 was the room just in front of it'' Do they connect?" The attorney had already gone on his errand and oden paused in the doorway. Yes. by the bath and dressing Irooms between.''
 The detective glanced into the
 craving and dining rooms and then
 mounted the main staircase, avoid ing the broken top step. He was
 proceeding along the hall to the second flight leading to the third floor when from one of the rooms
 behind him burst of laughter came;
 impish. sarcastic laughter utterly lacking in mirth Il It seemed such strange, incon- tgruous thing in the silence of that house that Odel1 paused; and then
 in thin, high. whining voice came the words:
 ''The police? That would be like old Sam wouldn't it? As we'll send a village fire company to put ou
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-23
When A Girl Marries
 Bv ANN LISLE
Bv ANN LESLIE

ing laziIy. ''WeH-we both speak
 English. Now go ahead"
 ''Jim. do you think women are
 pe~ple." I asked with absolute ear- neStneSS.
 "For the love of Mike, yes! Now
 cut out the bunk and get some where, will your" well then, it's like this: You're
 a man, and Pm a woman. And we've elected to spend the rest of our lives together because we love each other. But loving me doesn't make you stop liking cigarettes. It doesn't 1 make you suddenly hate cards, and I don't interfere
 smiled Jim with set jaws. "What under the canopy are you driving at, Anne?"
 well, I've come to see that l haven't a right to- do any more ! about the things you like and don't than just to explain to you why I don't and trust you to ac- quiesce if you see I'm right-and | with me-
 'wait a minute. Anne. You | think I ought to give you a long list of reasons why I don't want to
 have you see Norreys and then
 leave it to your so-called Judgment | whether you see him or cut him out?''
 "Yes."
 'NO!' Toared J1m with aI1ldAlllS vigor. There's got to be head to every household. Women are people, all right but they aren't l the ruling class. Now get this that Pm shouting to you on your little island"
 Husband and wife are one-a | team. But part of that team does | most of the pulling and most Of the
 reading. and that's the husband part"
 'Then you still think you have right to forbid me to see persons Hke?" I asked coldly. "I tell you there's got to be a
 head to every household. You made
 a mistake when you didn't marry a
 milksop who'd let you run things l your own way, Anne!" "I married you,'' I said grimly, 1 "for better, for worse. But Jiff, I you think you have a right to give l orders Suppose I think I have a l right to ignore them." To be Continued
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-23
Continued. CHAPTER CLVI.

Anthony Norreys wanted to come here. Well of all the nerve" sputtered Jim.
 "You do? Well, I think it was white-livered, sneaky proceedlns after the way I showed him yester- day just how feel about him."
 "But that's just what makes it so decent Jim,' I explained patiently. ssYou think you're justified in feeling that way and he's big enough to see your point of view. But your at- titude is based on a misunderstand- ing. and he wants to set that straight
 And so he has Jeanie telephone and try to railroad him in here - where he knows darn well he isn't wanted!" sneered Jim. .5a didn't have Jeanie telephone. He did it himself I elaborated, punctiliously.
 He did? And you had a fine chat with him. in spite of my expressly
 Jim! Stop right there!" I cried: You've used that Woro peiore' ahu it won't do."
 what word?"
 hesitated a moment. Then I brought it out breathlessly, as if the mere word had power to work me harm,
 "What? Ferbid'-whats the mat ter with that? Perfectly good Eng fish word, isn't 1t. What's the row, anyway, Anne? Why the tragedy queen atr?"
 do things as if I were @ child in your care" replied. picking my way among more emphatic phrases that flashed across my mind. Indeed And why not7'' Jim smiled to1erantiy and sat down, putting out the pillows back of him as if that were the most i'm. portant thing in the world. and light ing a cigarette as if that were the next most important thing. He wasn't angry-hfs temper was under full control 1nstead, he was amused in a superior masculine fashion. keep cool. .sAnne!" I silently ad- monished myself with almost the force of speech. .'tThis is a critical m oment in your life. You and Jim other now-to try to bridge the gap between man and <woman-to call to each other across the oceans of mis- understanding that lie between two persons
 Part of it said aloud Jim read somewhere once that every human being lived on little island and had to shout across the water to another little distant island everything he wanted to speak to be true?''
 .'sure I see how it could be true But I don't see what it's got to do with us-and Norreys." ''I'u come to that in a minute. Jim. It would me awful to shout to some one you wanted to talk to and shout and shout and find in the end that he only spoke French, while you knew nothing but Eng fish, wouldn't it?"
 'sYep, 'spose so.'' replied Jim, surnl-
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-23

Tulle veils the eyes, and, need it be added. this note is just enough sug- gestive ss of the Oriental to please he<{ nightly. If the costume with which this cap is intended to be worn be Of Oriental persuasion, the cap could be of metallic cloth of gold brocade.
 Owning it's kinsfip with the tam family, the fi1my bonnet at the lower right is caught up all around in puffs by ribbons that gather together, at the top in festive bunch of loops This admits of several variations Last and not least comes the cap nthe center Perhaps it is this style that is apt to prove most uni versally becoming. It may be fash toned of really any fabric that is ap- proprlate to complement the rest ot the costume, and edged with lace and bowed with ribbon it somewhat re- sembIes at least in form the latest chapeau that boasts a taSsel at its side.