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East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25

hour later. His brow was puckered in
an unusual frown, and the friends he
met wondered at his brusqueness. He
had passed the drug store and the lit
tie cobbler's shop, when his eyes, wan
dering ainlessly toward the next WIN
dow. stared and opened wider in
amazement. His mouth gaped, too, as
he moved closer to the window. A bar,
suspended gaily from the gas jet, was
the object OF his wonderment. A hat
with red feather tucked away some
where's underneath An elaborate red
linked card bore the price, rs cents.
There was not another hat like that in
town Spellbound, he watched II gyrate
before his befuddled brain. q.
A light touch on his arm brough him
to his senses, and turning he ecoun-
tered the blue eyes he loved so well,
and above them the rim of a soft
brown hat which recalled courtship
days.
do you like this one better, Nat?"
she asked wistfullZ, he gave one last
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25
The Red Feather

"A new oil stove for the sewing room, -
she guessed eagerly.
mo"
Again she pondered. Curtains for
the dining room7"
Nope" Mats voice was losing its
gayness.
Suddenly she thought Of a recent
visit Of her daughter and family. II
knew Pa, skates for Bobby and doll
carriage for little Louise. for Christ
mas?
NO" his smile had vanished and
his fingers were nervously picking at
the table cloth.
well. then, let's see." The old lady
was getting puzzled. She wanted to
guess correctly and please him, but
she could not think of the all-impor-
tant need Of the moment.
IT don't know, Pa. unless perhaps
IT'S a donation for the Ladies' Aid
Christmas dinners" she finished visit
fully.
"No, it amt. Don't you ever want
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25
When a Body Needs a Body

So that was 1t! She had frequently
been confused with Dolly Roberts be-
cause OF the similarity Of their names,
although they were as different as
night and day. Pretty, frivolous,
tickle Doily-why. the whole school
was talking about her now for eloping
quite dramatically a week ago! Yes,
and the mans, name had been Corling!
A lump rose to Molly's throat and
threatened to choke her Never before
had she realized quite how lonely and
alone she was.
She sat quite still. A daring thought
had entered her mind; this Monty was
safe distance away. Dolly was GER
tainly beyond caring-School would
be closing now in week and Molly
could send him her Summer address.
Who would be the wiser IL she wrote
to Monty, pretending she was Dolly?
She could typewrite her letters, so that
Monty would not suspect; he was too
far away to hear of Dolly's latest
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25
VT ELLOl you three wise guys"
- Burton entered the sanctum
aAs - OF stedman, Stedman a Sted-

ELLJO! you tnIee WISE guys.
Burton entered the sanctum
s~@ Of Stedman, Stedman a Sted-
man with the familiarity due to long
friendship. Mr.. william stedman, the
Oldest member Of the frm, necked the
ashes OF his cigar and elevated his
eyebrows slightly.
why the joyous salutaticn, Bur
tonT' he asked. Burton dropped into
Q chair opposite the speaker.
Turn around. you two" he demand
ed. And as the other chairs faced the
circle he went on. "Well. boys, why
dubbed you the three wise guys, was
for the corking little tip you gave me
about that copper deal. Pulled of a
neat bit, mighty handy Just at Christ
mas, take 1t from me. Going home for
Christmas, and Of youi II you do
(and Of course one of you wilD, l
want to send your mother holiday
gift / tell you one thing lads, she's
a star, your mother is. Well" burton
arose and stretched lazily. "I'll send
over your mothers gift by messenger
when get back to the office, give 1t to
her with my compliments. So long,
fellows"
It was perhaps some five minutes
later. that Mr.. James Stedman broke
the silence. "It's three years since
I've been home" he said.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25

touch on her arm. and q deep voice
said bit unsteadily;
Molly. you were--so good--tc
come"
In her distress she did not notice
that he called her Molly; she did not
even stop to wonder how he knew her.
She had only an instant's impression
of tanned, rather good-looking face,
and earnest, smiling eyes, then
oh" she cried, "you--it's all a hor-
rible mistake--f lied to you. l opened
your letter to Dolly by mistake-and
was lonely, and
The pitiful recital ended in what
sounded suspiciously like a sob. and
the tall young man In the ensigns uni
form patted her shoulder clumsily.
There, now" he soothed gently. II
knew all the time-and I'm glad Dolly
did elope, because now have you"
Indignantly Molly shook off his
hand. and demanded warmly:
"You--knew7"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25

eagerly forward, craning his whole
body for a last possible glimpse.
Joyce's party was pronounced a sue
I cess. Louise didn't think so. In fact
she was disappointed. shed expected
to meet q prince full OF foreign allure
and courtly grace, before whom she'd
preen her uueenly charms: but Hamer
Heating was disconcertlngly ordinary.
and, yes--rather commonplace. How
ever. her outraged vanity was molli-
hed by his eagerness to call the very
next evening.
He did call, and asked to see Aunt
Prudence In her Renaissance boudoir
of which Joyce had told him, and he
asked to paint her sitting in that
room. he also asked Louise to pose in
the picture wearing the little muslin
dress she had worn the frst time he
had seen her; the day she waited for
a street car.
BY the time the picture--whlch the
artist named "Renascent"--was An
ished, all the foolishness had been
brushed from the heart Of the girl, and
at the end Of the year two struggling
young artists were iubilant over schol-
arships. They didn't know. of course.
that those scholarships were bought
with the savings from Louise Brag-
don's dress allowance, and at the same
years end two other young hearts-a
male and a female-were beating as
one.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25

ness had given way for airy rooms
where overstuffed mahogany and
cleaning black walnut abounded.
Louise glowed from tip to toe with
satisfaction and winked saucily at her
lifelong emulation. for the gowns
which she had Just been trying on were
exquisite enough for the taste OF any
queen, whether she ruled a realm or
only a tiny coterie such as the exclu-
sive Lathrope Club, Of which Louise
was president, and tomorrow night
would be the night for which her soul
had hungered and thirsted through
long ages.
Tomorrow night her Prince Charm
ing would enter the chamber Of her
heart and she must be regally decked to
meet him and wldeawake to greet him !;
for somehow she was very sure that
Joyce Keating's cousin. who had
studied In foreign lands for years, and
whose name everyone breathed with
something very like awe, would be in
truth her ideal. And-she caught her
breath, while the crimson dyed her soft
cheek-when he should ask to paint
her portrait. She was very sure he
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25

look at the spinning red feather, and
then turned and tucked his arm
through hers. There amt no COM
parison, Emmy; folks won't have to
hunt for the red feather any mora"
OLD Mrs Nat smiled happily to her
self, and II was her turn to pat a
pocket where reposed the remainder
Of the vegetable money, enough t6 pur-
chase one Of the Ladies' Aid dinners
for the little Blakes' Christmas.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25

wF Queen Louise could have stepped
from her heavy frame and We'd
with Louise Bragdon as she de-
scended the stairs where the portrait
Of the world-famed sovereign hung.
aha would have found that her queenly
grace and clinging charm had indeed
found rival.
To the girl madly climbing the So
cial ladder while she wrested with the
perplexities OF the newly rich, the por-
trait was the only pleasing, euphonious
note from their obscure past, but then,
Louise had been too young to remem-
Der the day her mother had juhilantly
brought II home along with her pur-
chase Of q s2.5O pair of shoes, and lat
er had bought the handsome frame
from an itinerant framer Of pictures;
and heavy, indeed, must have become
the heart Of the little queen which her
graceful fingers upheld through chang
ing years as the old furnishings and
decorations one by one faded into the
despised past.
Soon after Mr.. Bragdon had sudden
ly fallen upon the hold Of his incom-
ing ship" fashion luckily cast her
whimsical shadow across their pretty
street; one by one those Of too modest
means had sold their homes; one by
one those homes sprang from the magic
touch Of the master architect into
things OF beauty, and while the Brag-
don home retained its outward contour,
its interior kitty-cornered. cutup co1i-
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25

secret, covered the frozen
country road as though his clumsy
shoes were eight-league boots. He had
tust made an unexpected sale Of winter
vegetables and the hand in his coat
pocket clutched tightly little leather
bag from which issued forth pleasant
Jingle
Gosh, won't Emmy be pleased" he
unused boyishly. I'm good and tired
Of that old one with the red feather.
Seems as though everybody in town
must know it's nearin' its sixth birth
day. Guess Emnys good and sick Of
the red feather herself or she wouldn't
have tucked it away somewheres. Well,
she wont have 10 think up new ways
of trimmin' it any more" be finished
resoluteIy as be mounted the cottage
steps.
The delicious aroma of hot ginger
bread almost made him forget his
secret. but there was Emmy. all uncon-
scious of the impending occasion in
her sombre life. He smiled to himself,
and with studied deliberation washed
M and took his place at the head Of
the table.
storm brewing, mother"
what a pity. The Ladies' Aid hold
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25
0bsessIons.

You go to your desk regularly of
late"
yes" replied Mr.. Dustin stax. 81
used to play golf to take my mind of
work. But got so Interested in the
game that now have to go to work to
get my mind off golf"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25
In Fathers Footstenn.

Mrs. Smith-Does the baby take AFT.
er your husband. Mrs. Jones?
Mrs. Jones-Yes, indeed. We have
taken his bottle away from him, and
the other day the little darling tried
to creep down the cellar steps.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25
A Quarrel Arertad.

she-Before we were married you
used to send me flowers and choco-
lates every week.
He-Very well. dear. this week, as
great treat, you shall have sugar and
potatoes.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25

Mrs Newbride-when you found
that you couldn't accept the invitation
to our wedding. why didn't you send
your regrets1
Miss Ryval-oh. I thought you'd
have enough OF your own pretty soon.
dear.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25
A Soft Ansnnr.

Sometimes you talk to me- as II my
head were solid ivory"
Charlie. dear" breathed young Mrs
TorkIns. "do you think II is as valuable
as all that?"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-12-25
The Rare Truth.

He4-After. all, where would womaH
be without all her fnery?
She presumably IN her bath
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11

wrong moment and goes to the fate that awaits all lounge lizards" who are not inherently of the species-death by murder or suicide, the asylum, or the prison cell.
 But no. so with most lounge liz ards" They generally come from th5 dress of society.
 At first the typical lounge lizard. az he develops from the foppish do-notb ing of the East Side, is the Beau BruE, . mel of some tenement district dance hall
 He buys-from funds earned by pick ing pockets. petty robberies and the like-silk shirts, tight-fitting flashy suits, oth-top shoes. and learns td present that immaculate, over -smar. look of a sporting man. He gets his education from down-and out sponging lounge lizard who has spent himself in the fast and furious pace oi uptown Broadway.
 He reads, he studies, he learns ev- erything necessary to the manipulation of his trade. and soon he realizes that his field is too small. He goes to the flesh-pOt cabarets and -danSa1t places in the roaring forties." And through one of his friends he obtains a position at one of these places as a dancing man." whose duty it is to be pleasant and to see that women patrons work $10 a week and the right to get as much more as he can, as long as he does his work cleverly.
 With the change of atmosphere comes a gradual transition Tn nm. He no longer affects the shoddy but flashy tight fitting suit.
 With his increased revenue he buys the best of clothes at the best of tailors He abandons the silk shirts for the high priced made to-o order garments He changes his cloth top shoes ior those of dull polish, affects spats. and has all the appearance of a typical Broadway male butterfly.
 Concluded tomorrow
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myself.
 He is suave. He is courteous. He has an air of distinction. He is eff Animate, perhaps, but he knows all tn masculine tricks of pleasing a woman : heart by his dept manipulation of situ- ations. his ever-present desire to care for her comfort and his immaculat personal appearance.
 He knows every shade in the art O. ~, .o--.- rro .sc-,~rr-- -sr~S sll<~r. iAI-. -~liI ~.>-s- are his forte. He is most obliging. He dances divinely, and far more impor- tant, he knows just how far to go in whispering sweet nothings into the ears of his dancing partner
 The latest quips of Broadway thea ters are at his command. He is un- assuming. He affects an air of naive ness curiously compounded with scorn for the uninitiated.
 He knows better than anyone else in the world how to make woman feel that he has selected her alone to wor- ship and that he is constant slay e at her feet
 He is patient and he accepts rebuffs
 He is a master at his art. and he basks in the light of praise of his smooth work, for vanity is his crown ing weakness.
 He lives in the night-his prey are women, and he is just as quick to take advantage of the foibles of the other sex.
 But to understand the lounge lizard, something must be known of his origin. Very seldom does he come from a good family Infrequently he has had edu- cation beyond that of the public school.
 There is, of course. the college lounge lizard, the prodigal son." who, all though his light shines brilliantly for a while, sooner or later must make a stupendous mistake: for, lurking be- hind his outward viciousneSs, is gen erally a sense of decency that is bound to come out. He forgets himself at the
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honor, and virtue, It's cleverness, it's lights and its mad gaiety,
 For those who do not know the life of New York's underworld it is best that I describe the lounge lizard" as with philosophical unconcern. because he knows in the end he will win in the game he is playing. He knows only too we'll the frailties of human nature. and really can play on the emotions as delicately as a master picks on the strings of a harp. He knows how to
 drink-whether it be tea, coffee or
 cocktails. He is able to stand fatigue,
 because of his invariable use of drugs
 The lounge lizard" is as much at
 home in the Hobbies, the cabarets, the grill rooms, and the ball rooms of the
 best hotels in New York as he is in the
 dives. the chop suey joints and the
 honlxy -tonk places-do not forget that. he, exists now, and has existed for ten
 years, in short, the kind of man I am
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11

lighted another cigarette for him.
 Good gracious, Bob. How can we help it? Didn't the war result in lot of the most startling matrimonial up- sets? Only a part of them get into the papers. But just count the tickle hearts and broken VOWS you and have heard about in the last year
 all due to separations caused by the war"
 "Too many for my arithmeticaI powers, my love. I suppose all those
 unconventional war romances do ex- plain the popular fashion of consider ing love a transient emotion. The fact is that ideal love is a perfect product of human feelings and human intelli- gence- We known, don't we, darling ?" | A kiss was the obvious answer to that.
 ] T say that it's a shame to talk so much about love as an illusion,'' Bob l continued. "I guess that only those who go on the rocks ever lose faith in l love. Whats your notion. sweetheart 9? | I've a lot of notions. Bob. I-I might write them out for you-some day, dearest"
 Do it. he replied with a gay laugh. I Grand scheme! Maybe it will keer you out of some new and distressing adventure!"
 l than love is--offtimes I asked my self after Bob had left the room. And I wondered if I would ever be able to show him what I wrote that very day. My dear Husband"I began. There's love of the flesh and love of the spirit and sometimes I think that you and have never talked open ly about the differences between the two. A happy marriage is founded on both. And sometimes I think that you do not know that my love isn't all- of the spirit.
  and that cynics mistake it for the total of love between the sexes and that prudes and censors deny it any right to exist. We both know that it will wreck any matrimonial bark if it is the only cargo for a lifelong cruise.
 Passion demands everything, takes everything, and gives nothing. Neither you nor I, Bob. can demand, or accept love as a sacrifice. That is the su- prema test of our love, I am sure. And know that you will understand me perfectly when I say that although the touch of your hand thrills me. that al- though I love it, can get along with out it. But never, never. can I get along without the sound of your dear voice.
 s.Chrys was right. doubtless, when she quoted that queer theory about sex-revulsi0n. Sex-antagonism is as much fact as attraction. I sup l thing to happen in our case. my love,
 ITO avoid the usual catastrophe. I have resolved that I never want to dominate your coming and your going and your doing. I do not want to ir- ritate you by making imperative de- ,nands upon you. I do,'t want yor to feel that love is a web, a net and a trap.
 Sex-attraction doesn't change to repulsion until a man has lost his lib- erty. When he is no longer free, a man perhaps very good man-mav till the thing he 1oves-with a bitter look
 The illusions of love about which # is the fashion to cor,rInin a~e no- of the spirit. as people pretend, but are altogether the deceits of the flesh.
 You and I will never-''
 Then Chrys came in abruptly and my letter to my husband was brought to a sudden stop.
 (TO Be Continued.)
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11

tea rooms. Their mode of life is re- vealed for the first time today in the confessions of one of these lounge liz ards, who. signs himself as Joe F'-.
 This man was born and brought up On the East Side of New York. From q gangster he was graduated" into the e people he has become suave; he pos passes for the real thing with those
 Vho don't die deeply. He seems flat
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11
Confessions of a New York sI01ar1ge Lizard
 

Two grand juries are Investigating the present New York vice wave-by Tar the most extensive in the history of tne world. The night life today in New Yorks vice zone is carried on in the main by two sets of persons-tne women who sell themselves III some wayaor another to men, and conversely the men who prey upon women-knox
 ln New York as lounge lizards Ihese lounge lizards" frequent dives gav restaurants exclusive hotels anS
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11

Menu for Sunday Breakfast ned orange juice, creamed eggs and mushrooms on toast. hot cross buns coffee
 My Owns Recipes
 To make the orange juice a little un usual add a sprig of fresh mint to each glass. The drink is very refreshing. If cereal is necessary why not choose cream of wheat or some white meal. shape between tablespoons to resemble eggs and serve real cream instead of top milk for a treat The egg eating contest may be a trifle hard on the housekeeper's purse so the easiest way to f-get. around" it is to serve eggs diff ferent."
 Creamed Eggs on Toast eggs (hard boiled)
 1 cup canned or fresh mushrooms tablespoons butter
 1 tablespoon flour
 411% cups milk
 { 1 teaspoon salt
 fPaprika
 fToast
 Gut eggs in quarters and arrange on toast Wash mushrooms, if fresh ones arez used, peel caps, scrape stems and break in pieces. Melt butter, add mushrooms and cook or 3 minutes. Siff flour over and add milk. Cook slowly until smooth and thick. Season
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11
BY JOE F.

BY JOE F- A Known Broadway "Lounge Lizard" NEW YORK, April 10.-I have been asked to write the story of a lounge lZard-my own story
 I am glad enough to do it I have longed many times, in my moments of shame, to pour out my story of the viciousness of New York night life, and to tell tl'a story of this ~reat -rtopus that stretches out it's slimy arms to 
 And yet, how fascinating it is in spite of US v.cIonsnesS- i.S ex4uIsite4. gowned womeni it's intrigue! it's devil may-care disregard for money, and
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11

with salt and paprika. Pour mushroom sauce over eggs and toast Garnish with sprigs of parsley.
 F cups scalded milk
 1-3 cup sugar
 ? tablespoons butter
 1 teaspoon salt
 F yeast cake dissolved in
 tablespoons luke warm water
 l teaspoon cinnamon
 2 eggs
 F cup entrants
 Flour
 Mix milk, sugar, butter and salt. When luke warm add dissolved yeast cake and 2h cups flour. Beat well Add cinnamon and eggs we'll beaten. Mix we'll and add currents and flour to knead- Cover and let rise over night. In morning shape in small balls. On top cut deep cross with a sharp knife Let rise and bake 20 minutes. When nearly baked brush buns over with a syrup made of 1 tablespoon milk and tablespoons of sugar boiled together for minute. Dredge the cross with granulated sugar and finish baking.
 M1u
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11
THE PlINNER-I,p

Mexico has had fifty-two revolutions in sixty-three years. But just give Germany a little more time
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11
l am . lounge lizard.

tered by the invitation to write his "confessions" for this newspaper. His revelations will be printed in two parts, herewith the first. The second will ap- pear in The Republican tomorrow EDITOR.
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11

Death is the punishment for house breaking in siam,
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11
|(oflfGe Gessiotls ofaBride|
 II (CoPiqht 1920 bq Me Enterprise Associahon)

Write Bob My Love for Him Is Not
 All of the Spirit
 s'From your own account it seems to me that you and Chrys are too much obsessed with the notion that love is bound to grow stale" said Bob as I
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11

There is other family breakfast of the week quite like the Sunday morning breakfast The weather may do its worst but promise pervades the atmosphere that can't but attack the traditional Hot Cross Buns eggs with zest
 Three or four daffodis growing" in flat flower bowl make the most charming centerpece These flowers bring the breath of sprng-time as no others do
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11

WASHINGTON-M John B. Cas- serly of San Francisco has been placed in charge Of an entirely new office in the war department, her title being director of womens relations. T.. $. A She will supervise the employment operation and conduct of women em- ployed by the army and promote CO., operation between the army and the women of the country. Mrs. Casserly was formerly Miss Cecelia Cudahy or Chicago.
 It is just 100 years since the man ufacture of quinine was begun in Phil
Arizona republican., 1920-04-11

In the kitchen of her home Sister Mary cooks daily family of four adults She brought of the chemistry of cooking, from study
 
 combination of theory first a her ami