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The New York herald., 1921-01-02
Why Do Women Worry?

THE NERVOUS HOUSEWIFE. BY DR..
Abraham Myerson. Little, Brown &
The New York herald., 1921-01-02

KARL MARX. BY Achiile Loria.
Thomas Seltxer.
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
By Arthur Stringer.
CHAPTER xxi.

Storrow lay in bed, unable 10
sleep. He lay painfully awake, star
ing out through the open window
at a star which hung in the sky,
slightly above the black ramparts
of the houseroofs towering as
gloomily above him as the walls Of
a jailyard. He went back over his
life, page by page. with that imper-
sional detachment which comes only
to the wakeful after midnight.
As he lay there. deliberately and
laboriously balancing up the over
complicated ledger of existence, 1t
struck him as odd that the star at
which he stared should hang so
serene i'm the midst OF sky equally
serene. while he himself remained
so humanely fevered and troubled
in spirits. Night. he remembered
had once been able to bring him
peace.
sleep, until he came to that great
city OF unrest, had never seemed
reluctant to refill the lowered reser.
voirs of vitality. Always, before
that. he had found the hours of
darkness ready 20 dedicate them
selves to the quiet restoration of
mind and body, no matter whether
his pillow had been a pine-bough or
o folded Hudson Bay blanket ::
even the thwart of a Rice-Lake
canoe. Always the sigh OF the
wind in tree-tops or the lap Of water
on pebbly shores had lulled him
away from any distractions that
crowded his day.
But now, with the nocturnal hum
of the city in his ears, he found no
art to relax the over-tensiored
bow. The fault, he knew, lay in
his own heart, sour with disgust,
heavy with defeat, tortured with
the thought that he had made a
failure of life.
CTo BE Continued Tomorrow
copyright 1890, by Arthur Stringer)
Publish by arrangement with lnterna-
tionsl Feature Service, Inc.
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
THE HEADLESS HOME
By LorettO C. Lynch

One came home and ate--if there
was anything ready-and then the
other ate. 81.
The mother never realized thu
moral value of having the family
get to know each other by having at
least one of the meals Of the day
together.
A good home is properly sup
ported. Not only must there be
provided sufficient funds to cover
the necessities of life, but this sum
must be fairly apportioned to cover
such items as food, clothing, shell
ter, and operating expenses.
In the headless home, the item
that usually suffers most Is that OF
operating expenses. The allowance
for food cuts in upon and draws
from such as lighting, laundry, and
sanitary cleaning.
Then, too, in the good home the
mother has a keen appreciation of
social life. Show me the home in
which the mother plans a little
party now and then for the almost
young-lady or the children, and it
shall be the home where the girl
does not go dashing about looking
for the social outlet in questionable
places.
To be honest, now, Mrs. Mother,
as we enter a new year, are you
giving your family a really good
home?
Perhaps you have a personal
problem in your home-making for
which I could offer you a humble
suggestion. If you have, won't
you write me and tell me all about
It?
your children much money nor
perhaps give them all the educa-
ton you want to see them have,
but If you leave upon them the
memory OF good home You are
leaving an invaluable legacy.
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
BY Arthur Stringer,
WellKnOwn Author and Novelist Of
Countrywide Reputation.

"OUR after hour he walked I'M
recognized streets, hoping for
the relief of WEAKNESS. But 1t
was beyong physical effort to bring
the anaesthesia that he craved.
When he found himself back on
Broadway before one of those gaily
facaded restaurants which are
known to the Rialto as lobster
palaces" he turned in through the
highly ornamented doorway, remem-
bering that many a man before
this had drowned his sorrows
in drink.
Drowning Sorrow,
So he drank, determinedly, joy
lessly, silently. He drank until
memory Was dulled, until co-ordi-
nation became a matter of diff
Guilty, until veil swung between
him and the. few impersonally curl
Gus figures scattered about that
place of nocturnal revelry.
1t was Fannie Alwill, adventuring
four hours later into what was a
familiar haunt to her, who stopped
before his table and stared down at
him. He sat sodden and inarticulate,
unable to reply to her careless-noted
greeting. The smile went out of her
face as she sat down beside him.
Say, kiddo, aren't you turnin' this
trick a little too often for short
horn?" she inquired with obvious
concern. Then, after a moment or
two Of deep thought, she called
waiter, ordered a taxicab and sup
ported Storrow's one arm while the
walter supported the other as they
made their way to the open.
No word or movement of protest
came from Storrow as she carried
him to her rooms. piloted his all but
helpless body up a flight of stairs
and permitted HIM to collapse neatly
The Washington times., 1921-12-28

q HE was wringing her hands
disconsolately and bemoaning
the unkind fate that had led
her daughter-her precious daughter
away from home. She repeated
again and again that it was such
a good home.
And the question came to our
minds-just what is a good home!
Good furniture and artistic sur
roundings do not make up a good
home, although they of themselves
are very desirable. For these our
disconsolate friend had in the home
she termed good. Yet one of the good
homes 1 was privileged to know
was not artistically furnished. But
the good home had a head.
In this case it was the mother,
although it might have been the
father. But every good home,
whether it exists to accommodate
one family or a large number of in
dividuals, must have a head. This
head must be a sort of a court OF last
appeal.
It isn't so easy to be the head Of
a home. In the first place 1t re-
quires not only an Unborn or de-
veloped sense Of responsibility, but
IL requires love, patience, unuef
standing and a good sound practical
training in home making as well.
The woman in question lacked the
first requirement. She had a home
without head. Sometimes the
father gave the children permission
TO do certain things after she had
distinctly told them they might not
do them. Sometimes she went over
the fathers head.
Often the girl came home from a
hard days work only to find the
beds unmade and things in general
disorder. There was no real family
life, since the family never met for
mally-no-not even at meal times
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
SPORTS TOP
COATS
BY Rita Stuyvesant.

NV e are all familiar with the
" elaborate cloth and fur
coats of the winter for
dressy occasions, and one has only
to visit the haunts where fashion
able women assemble. to- realize the
beauty of the new winter wraps.
But for roughand-ready wear one
needs something a bit more practi-
cal and knookabout than the ex-
quisite panveline and marvella
cloth models that are shown.
For town and country wear, there
is a good-looking top coat three
quarter in length, and cut from all
wool vicuna cloth that is excellent
for all outdoor occasions. This
coat shows an almost invisible
plaid in brown, grey or blue color
ing, and is. cellared in American
opossum fur. An inverted pleat in
the back, roomy patch pockets and
leather-covered belt buckle are
some. of the interesting features.
Another coat that is quite SINH
lar to the model just described is a
full length affair of homespun in
dark, autumnal shades, and is col
Jared in either opossum or rae
coon. Copen is one of the best
liked shades In this material, and
these coats are both lined and in
terlined.
Hip-length coats of brown suede
are practical for real sports wear.
and are double-breasted and belted.
Patch pockets or slit pockets are
used. Occasionally one finds a bea-
yer collar on a suede coat to insure
warmth.
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
A STIRRING ROMANCE

eyes. Even through the fumes
that clouded his brain he was con.
scious of an immeasurable shame.
He was ashamed OF his helpless
ness, of what he remembered of
the past, of his unclean and dis
hevelled clothing, of the sour and
shaking body which he was still
unable to control.
IT must get him back" he heard
Tories voice say. She spoke
quietly, almost resignedly. She
stood close to him, and yet her
voice seemed to come from a great
distance. She was STOPPING to pick
up his coat and vest from the
floor when a light tap sounded on
the door.
That's only Matte" explained
Storrow's wife to the owner OF the
room. in little more than a whisper.
Why's Matte breezin' round
so early?" asked Fannie Atwill.
Fannie Amazed.
II asked her to-" was Tories
low-toned retort. followed by an
inaudible conference between the
three of them.
"Whatn the name O. Gawd ever
marked your neck up that way?"
suddenly demanded the voice of
Matte Crowder.
Torrie remained silent for a mo-
ment or two.
He did, she finally said, in a
dead voice
Matte breathed half-whistled
note of surprise.
Say, Torrie, that neck-stab old
Modrynski handed you a couple o.
years ago amt got nothin' on
thisv'
Hush said Torrie, with
quick glance towards the bed.
1t was Pannie's voice that broke
the silence. This kind o. takes
me back to my plumber-boy. But
bein' man-handled that way. Dearie,
sure otta be great FIR YOUR Artr,
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
The Wine of Life

and contentedly across the bed to-
ward which she had ushered him.
Then she promptly turned him over.
Strengthened him out and unlaced his
shoes. Before she came to "A stop
she had taken off most of his outer
clothing. Then, after covering him
up and tucking him in, she produced
aromatic spirits Of ammonia and
mixed a glassful of bromo-seltzer,
each of which he in turn declined to
swallow.
IT guess dreamland's the drug
you're looking for" she sagaciously
observed. as she adjusted his coma
tose head to the pillow.
A Long Sleep.
She sat watching him. with an
oddly impersonal and half satyric
light in her eyes. Yet her move
ments, as she wrung out a towel and
laid IL across his feveris forehead,
were touched with a solicitude that
was almost maternal. AS he con-
tinued to sleep she took off her own
shoes and loosened her clothing,
making herself as comfortable as she
could in the undulatory Morris-chair
beside the bed. She looked at her
watch, smoked a cigarette and wait,
ed. Finally her head dropped for
ward, and she fell asleep.
1t was almost morning when she
awakened.
Some night"' she murmured as
she inspected the still sleeping fig
ure on her bed and fell to mas
saying her neck, which suspension
over a chalr-back had left with a
crick. Then she went to the tele-
phone and called up Storrow's
wife.
Say, Torrie, I've got that man
O. yours here" she explained over
the wire. IT got him here, soused
to the gillsl"
Storrow. reused from his lethargy
by the advent of Torrie half an
hour later, preferred to keep the
lids closed over his still burning
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
Romantic and Gorgeous Photoplay,
Based on Dom Byrne's
Famous Story.

. tales Of Killivie and the haunts of
the leprechauns.
Sir Fergus had plenty to think
about. Where was the girl who
would sit tight with him there
most Of the year and take her
pleasure in the look of the country
and the smell of the sea? The girl
he married would have to love the
land as well as himself.
He was a little absent-minded
after his meeting with Aileen;
Sure like a sunbeam he was and
he'd told her that the man who'd
marry her would be lucky-Aileen
hadn't mentioned that to her
father.
Sir Fergus realized that there
was a good many years between
John Barrett's daughter and him.
mot that I'm DID," he said aloud,
stretching with his shoulders
thrown back as though to prove to
the invisible world that he was in
his first youth.
mot that 1 feel old, either-ha,
a clever fellow, that John. with his
quarries-funny wouldn't it be II
he made fortune and turned the
sweet little Irish maid into a great
lady. That would be pity" said
Sir Fergus. and fell to patching
up dreams again. --.- ~-.-.,'.
After that he met Aileen more
often-always by accident-and
they grew to be very good friends
there was something dependable
about the man-she saw in him a
kindly older brother, talked freely
about him to her father and made
no secret Of her liking.
"Give her time" said Barrett to
Bridget,
"The Good Lord will attend to
that" was the cryptic remark of
the old servitor.
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
THE RHYMING OPTIMIST
BY Aline Michaelis

things bright and snappy? Jimmy's
joy and Billy's kicks come so close
together folks can't say Its poll
ticsr' cannot blame the weather.
'Tis not poverty or pelf makes men
sad or sunny; those who have q
smiling self need no lands or
money. Everywhere Jim johnson
goes. hear his CHEEKY whistle; still
he's looking for the rose, never foi
the thistle! While our poor, I'M
lucky Bill sees but grief and worry
and most likely always will. while
the seasons hurry. Though he
visit mount or cape, things will
never alter; from himself he cant
escape, cannot slip that halter. Sc
the only thing to do in a plight so
gloomy is to build a self that's
new, one that's bright and bloomy
Build a self that's full of fun. cease
from foolish whining; glooms will
soon be on the run, days will al!
be shining.
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
Self.

Self.
N VERYWHERE JIM Johnson
II goes sunlight's brightly shin
ing, or, If any cloudlet blows.
there's a silver lining. Everybody
smiles at him. little lads and ladies':
clear from Nome to Cadiz. Nothing
ever frets him much; every place
folks are fond Of friendly Jim,
seems pleasant, though he move
into a hutch with a Fiji peasant.
Funny how he keeps it so, not a
spark of worry creeps into his
bungalow, naught of fuss and
furry. On the other hand, Bill
Blnks has few friends to greet
him; glum and silent as the Sphinx.
folks don't care to meet him
Storm clouds gather on his path,
cyclone, sleet and blizzard. CANNES
bark at him in wrath, thinking
him a wizard. Why, oh, why does
Billy Binks always feel unhappy,
missing all Of life's high jinks, all
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
BY Jane Mclean.

"HE welfare of his tenants was
the care uppermost in his life.
1t was more of a pleasure to
him to spend his income on the Inn
provement of houses and conditions
about Killevie Castle than to fritter
it away on personal luxuries or
squander 1t on horse races or the
traditional wine, woman and song.
The feeling that he was in n
sense steward of the lands of his
family was strong within him, and
next to the priest he was the most
beloved man in the county.
He needed such stimulant, for
there were times when he felt his
loneliness in the castle. =
''It's no place for a bachelor"
said Bridget Maloney to John Bar
rett.
II she could have said as mucn
to the owner he would have agreed
with her. It was high time he WINS
sharing his burdens with partner.
high time that little feet We're
scampering about the grounds AMI
eager little ears listening to the
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
ADVICE TO THE
LOVELORN
BY Beatrice Fairfax
IA Years Difference.
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:

DEAR MISS FAIRFAX;
am twenty-five and have
for a friend a man fourteen years
my senior, who / know loves me
deeply. / return his affection,
but am discouraged by my par
ents and friends, who claim he is
too old for me. We are the best
Of pals and understand each
other perfectly, but the opinion
of my friends and parents pre-
vents me from being happy Do
you think they are right? / love
him sincerely and know II would
break my heart to give him up.
Your views on the subject may
help me solve my problem.
... UNHAPPY.
FOURTEEN years is fairly
= wide gap. but congeniality and
love can bridge II. If you have n
real comradeship and understanding
sympathy plus actual devotion, why
throw 1t away in a world where
such things are rare? A man who
was only five or six years your
senior supposedly the ideal diff
ference) might not speak your
language. Test your feelings. And
If you find that you enjoy the same
things, as well as being with each
other, never mind about theories
and generalltties. You are't n gen.
Grafton apart---and the man is
young. Some day the gap OF years
may seem great--but love and un.
Outstanding can always bridge it.
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
e. THE BRIDES PLAY
Tread the Serial Here and Watch for the
Motion Picture Soon to Be Shown
at Leading Theaters.

The quarries had been working
for nearly a year and when Aileen's
father discovered he was well on
the way to the riches he has been
dreaming Of these twenty years.
But he carried worried look.
Whats on your mind. father?"
the girl asked in the quiet OF eve.
ming.
The One Thing.
There's only one thing on my
mind. baby. and that's yourself"
What have i done now?"
Nothing. Listen-you're not
learning"
Book learning-no."
IT'S a need for girl TO learn
these days" said her father. pulling
her down to his knee. I've been
talking to Father Curran and he
agrees with me-"
You're going to send me away.
father, dear?"
"Send you away-listen to the
child-not a bit of it; you're go
ing to Dublin to the convent--do
you call that going away? Oh, no;
not /. Well. 1t would be fine with
all the grand clothes and the jewels
we shall have If we couldn't talk
and play lady with the best of them.
Ha, you'd take me to task then"
He shook his head, trying his
best to be playful.
when do go, father" Aileen
asked in a small voice."
The next week I'll be taking we
myself-how's that?"
The fact that they went to the
little station in the big new motor
Of Sir Fergus didn't make it any
the easier for Bridget Maloney,
who stood smiling till for car was
out of sight and then for no reason
at all sat down to have a good cry.
1t was while Aileen was at the
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
BObbie and His Pa

wen you can go dippy with deelite
over a book of baseball records?
sed Ma.
I am not dippy with deelite, sed
Pa. 1 am jest interested. I used
to play ball myself, sed Pa, &
these things are neer to my hart.
sed Pa.
/ am sorry, sed Ma, / dident wish
to poak fun at you, but that seems
like vary dry reeding to one of
my romantik mater, sed Ma.
have been reeding book called
The Outside OF the Glass, sed Ma,
witch is vary thrilling. You shud
reed moar of that kind of reeding.
sed Ma.
Not me, sed Pa. All them books
is alike. Thare is meeting be-
tween yung gurl & a tired eyed
man of affares,, sed Pa, & in the
last chapter he says to her, woman.
come to my strong arms & We
will go to a week-kneed preecher.
sed Pa.
How idiotick of you to speek thus
OF our best fickshun, sed Ma. 7
have red sum truly wunderful books
by recent authers, Ma sed.
All rite, reed them, sed Pa, & I
will reed this littel Guide to Good
Hitters & Fast Feeders, sed Pa.
1t talks all kinds of peepul to maik
a wurld. sed Pa, including them
witch likes the old & Janus works
of BERTHE Clay, sed Pa. You reed
what you want to Il / will reed
what l want to, sed Pa.
think Pa & Ma is both rong
about the best books to reed, 1
think Nick Carter & Old Sleuth is
the best stories.
The Washington times., 1921-12-28

convent learning to speak and read
French and to play the classics and
to embroider and sew that her
father began the building OF his new
house-to surprise her when She
came home.
1t was AHA, Bridget. WONT she
like this" And "Oho, Bridget.
won't this make her open her
eyes?" With a thought Of Aileen
back of every rafter and every biz
of mortar.
Quite a pretentious house, too
with running water and a bath
room-quite like the grand affairs
in the cities. with a lawn Of the
best and shade trees.
Simple and Homelike.
And inside, IL not elegant. at
least simple and homelike. Sir
Fergus found pleasure watching II
grow, and when it was all done and
the last touch added it was he who
nodded when the owner suggested
that mayhap a butler might be an
adornment
Why not? Some one for Bridge
to order about. 1t was high tim
Bridget had a satin dress.
more cooking in the kitchen over .
hob; not a bit of it.
You'll be sitting in the parlo
now Bridget, along with me-" sal
John Barrett. We've done our
work, you and 1.
They had letters from the young
lady; typical letters full of gossip
and descriptions and stories OF
larks and secrets. Her father cast
restraint to the winds when Aileen's
letters came. Here, Bridget" he
would call, ignoring the butler
come here, Sir Fergus-listen 10
this. They call me the fairy prin.
cess here, but wait till / come home
and see how We'll make our dreams
come true"
Ito BE Continued Tomorrow
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
By William F. Kirk.
n A was looking at a littel book
last mite, he was so stuck on


last mite, he was so stuck on
the book that he dident
heer Ma talk nor nothing.
That must be a wonderful ad-
ventur book witch you are reeding,
sed Ma.
This book, sed Pa, is a record
of the big leeg ballplayers for 1922.
l never knew beefoar that George
Mcbride started playing in Milwau-
kee, seed Pa.
Good hevings. sed Ma, you doant
RELY meen it! How terribully
thrilling, sed Ma.
You may jest If you will, sed Pa,
but these things are of CRATE inter
est to me, sed Pa.
& yet men will say that wimmen
has fads & frills & hobbies, Ma
sed. Men is certainly queer, sed
Ma. Imagine a poan-up man set
ting In a corner reeding a littel
book that is all facts & figgers
about balIplayers. seed Ma. Why
doant you reed the biograyfys of
bricklayers or the lifes of letter.
carryers, sed Ma.
l reed what choose to reed in
my own hoam, sed Pa. Pa was
kind of red in the face.
That part is all rite, sed Ma,
but what rite has a gent like you
TO maik fun OF US ladies' for beeing
interested in our whist clubs, etc,
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
THE STORY so FAR.

Aileen Barrett. the belle Of the little
Irish Village Of Newrie, Is tho Idol OF
her dotinE fathers heart. She Is beloved
In tho village because Of her many kind
nesses to the poor and her interest In
their welfare. John barrett has dreams
u making money out Of his stone
sunrrios for Aileen. Aiieen spends her
happy sirlhood days dreaming Of the
wonderful man she will meet and marry.
c'The Brides Play" made into mo-
ton pictures, directed by George w.
Terwilliger, scenario by Mildred Con-
sidine, which was created by COsmo-
politan Productions and released as q
Paramount picture.)
The Washington times., 1921-12-28
This Day in History

CLAUDE ADRIEN HELvETIUS, one Of the ,st fa-
~ nous French philosophers of the 18th century
died this date in the year I'LL. He believed that
sensation is the of all intellectual activity
The Washington times., 1921-12-28

Where AL the WOT8ted rs Maze
GREAT Britain has more worsted workers in proper
" tion to the population than any other country in
the world The United States is second in this respect
and nearly all workers are east of the Mississippi
The Crittenden press., 1921-08-05
BLACKBURN

Mu Native Coleman and .on yis
ited Mr " d Siembrides We'd
nesday
Mu Annis loyss visited Mr. D
n Past last vesk
Me- iauu Fast II Shsi, Gu,,
has bc,n visiting hct daughter Mr.
% ] MtConnell.
School has begun At Odessa viii
Miss Ina Coleman teacher
leSir Coleman spent saturday IA,
guest u his parents M and Mr.
= D Coleman.
e = Mcdonnell and T ! Fraliel
went to Marion Wednesday
Mt Annie loycr spent one da,
last week the guest u Mr. Matu,
Coleman
Little Ray Hopkins j. on ths sisl
list
The Crittenden press., 1921-08-05
LONE STAR

Mr,sr Leslie and Cecil lneninrs
and families u near fr,,iona visited
lowell Jennings ~ thi. sesiiou suu.
day
Mr and Mu Edd Rilsy and fami.
J were guests ~ John Rushing and
family SUNDAY
Misses ora Andrews and Marrie
Belt and Messrs Rrsd Woodall and
Ebert Wilson visited Mn Della
Woodall ~ View lat SUNDAY
Messu Eugene and Jamie Futts
u Rosielar, aic visiting Mn Em.
ora hill thi. vesk
Mr utrir stevens spent few
day last v,et n siufri, with Mar
un Scott
Mr Lawrence bstos of Mt Car
mel visited hs sister Mr. Ma,
sts,rns saturday and Sunday
cor .,.toI began Monday With
Mr Jim MeNsrIy teacher
M Nellie Harris visited Mr.
John Rushing this well
Mr Homer Myru vas 90 Frcio
MA hsi week
MIssrF Corsie Wuolal. lmogrn,
Hill and Mr Victor Hunt and Claua
sts,rus ATTENDED, ,hur,h at Pleasant
Hill sunday
Mr and Mr. ] q Belt yisii.,
John Sirlef aud famiI, Sunds,
Mr rrcssly Noodsl and famil,
spsni Saiurda, with hs father j X
[ Muodall