The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-09-07

 day. of the girl who tried to kill. .herself because she was not good enough to be a wife. Today the news tells far more common story of man who kills the girl, who refuses to marry him. Alfred Blass, Is years a Brooklyn de- tective, shoots Dorothy Bright, and then himself. 'If I can't have you, nobody shall" That is not the thought of love. It is the expression of that animal anger which makes the males of the herd rend each other. Males of other mamalfan species never harm the female. Man only does this.
 
 Not in vain does man picture evil as the product of one per sonality and good as the conse- quence of another. Deity and devil are common to all religions, to the lowest equally with the
  the good alone. The devil has martyrs as well as advocates. There are bold souls, who stand for personal liberty and drink wood alcohol, to prove that they are free.
 Nine of these gave up their lives to the cause in the Red Hook District of Brooklyn. the past two days. One was overcome with blindness in the instant when he showed a policeman the per son who sold him the stuff. Three are under arrest for selling it. The nine are free. They have gone into the great freedom. about which men wonder, for the most part trembling as they wonder.
 
 Wind blew, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed in terrify- ing way, yesterday. when one of those early autumn squalls blew over the sound. Twenty-four chickens were killed by hail. Some trees blew over. The boats came safely to harbor. Mature seems more terrible than she is. Read the morning papers for proof. They tell awful tales of storm.
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 Tn the Argonaut mine at ct Jackson, California, rescuers have cut through 60 feet of hard green stone. and find the way barred by 353 feet of drift. Five more days to cut this away. Signals are no longer heard from the AT entombed miners. This is one of mans tragedies, a real one. Waiting for rescue that does not come; the weakening struggle; hoping against hope. It Is not the end that is tragic. Waiting for the end Is the tragedy.
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 How many kinds Of timber. Oak, birch, chestnut and mahog- any, we know. How many know these woods?
 Meranti, merbau, kulfm, ser aya, petalling, bintangor, keruing, ke1at, chengal, kumus, resak. be- Han, tembusu. penaga, sengka- a+o
 This is a big world, with many things in 1t that are unfamiliar to most of us. These trees, with such strange names, grow in the Federated Malayan States, a British possession
 
 Those screen stars were paint cd, and the paint did make them look odd. But note how they show up in the photographs. The paint helps. They are selected for their features, as well as for their paint and their art. There are young ladies in Bridgeport who put on more paint than movie stars do, and who do not intend to be photographed. The paint makes these also look queer, This is not an indictment of paint. It is a plea for utility and art. Paint to be beautiful. This rule holds in many other cases. If the rainment is beauti- full, if the effect is pleasing, wear it. Others will be happy. If the knees and the elbows are fair to the eye, show them upon proper occasions, The world will be adorned. But if these members have sharp points, and rude out lines. keep them covered up. There's no use making life hard CT. Sometimes those things stir laughter, but it isn't pleasant laughter. Dressing is an art. Keep it so.