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Evening star., 1924-01-13
Delicacies of Orient:
THREE very peculiar preparatio,

THREE very peculiar preparations
of grape juice are known in
Turkey. One consists OF sheets re-
sembling leather. made by evaporat-
ing grape juice to the consistency of
molasses. then mixing -four with 1t
and drying 1t on cotton cloth In the
sunshine. Another Is cakes half an
inch thick. made by using coarse
wheat grits instead Of Hour to mix
with the grape molasses, and this
IL dried on metal plates.
A moro savory preparation 10 made
by stringtng walnut meats on twine,
and then immersing the string thus
formed In the mixture Of -four and
grape juice. When coated about a
quarter Of an inch THICK the strings
are hung up to dry.
Persian delicaeies prepared for the
traveller makb a direct appeal to the
poetic side. and remind one Of the
feasts Of fairyland. One of the most
remarkable items in feast is a
watermelon, eaten like an egg. one
end being cut off, and the contents
disposed of with q wooden spoon,
the rosy huid triekiing ali the time
to the bottom, and affordinE bev-
erage.
Az second course the PersiaHs
sometimes use cold fowl with slices
of snake-cucumbeF. Fer side dishes,
sour milk with chopped sage or rose
leaves IL eaten with q pear-wood
spoon. or cucumber smethered In sour
cream. 81.
For deasert tho most easily pro-
cured dainties are prepared cream.
or kainak. faxed with sugar. fresh
almonds. Ice rose water swsstened
with honey or rendered more frag-
rant with tho aroma Of mountain
thyme and wormwood.
Many little additions complete the
poetic phase of the repast, as a
bunch Of delicious grapes, suspended
for an hour under the moistened
frond Of a date tree; hgs served In
cream, dates fried in olive oil. pr
apricot paste dissolved in fresh
milk.
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Arron from the Air.

THE atmosphere contains = tolera-
! ably large percentage Of argon.
It has therefore been found dlMcult
to extract 1t industrially in q sum-
cientiy pure state to be used In in
candescent lamps except at too great
4 cost. This Ia because it occupies an
intermediate state between oxygen
and nitrogen with regard to liqusfao-
ton, 90 that when the attempt Is
made to isolate 1t by fractional COM
preston or distillAtion 1t always
passes over accompanied by the two
former gases,
The problem waa. however, solved q
short time ago In the following man
ner: There is made use Of an appa-
ratus in which there is eliminated
the nitrogen of the atmosphere by
means Of liquid air. The residue con-
sists of liquid composed Of oxygen
and argon from which the argon is
easily extracted by burning the mix
ture with the required proportion Of
hydrogen. In this way. by the. most
careful analysis, it he's been found
easy 70 obtain gaseous mixtures con-
tanning rs TO 80 per cent OF argon and
snly Or 4 per cent Of nitrogen, to-
sstl,sr with the oxygen.
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all denominations have come to it
in thousands and shed tears"
Now the picture begins to spin
and they show the familiar interior,
called The Spratt Mansion" we'll
known also as "The Anstruther Resi-
dence," or THE De Kuyper Home"
1t stands for High Society, as seen
In the movies. 1t has in 1t a wooden
butler to take Spratt's coat and stick
each time he goes in and out, and
hundred-doliar housemaid, much
prettier than Mrs Spratt..
Somewhere in here put in the
legend:
'uohn Spratt. esthetic, xempera-
mental. poet and q graduate of
oberlin College. is married to Gloria
Spratt. his WIFE,"
The picture r!pples on. The
Spratts at breakfast. Jack Spratt
has a. manuscript poem spread in
front of him. He keeps raising his
eyes to the ceiling and nibbling lean
bacon. This means that he is making
up poetry. Gloria Spratt Is eating
fat pork with moiasses in 1t. She
comes over to kiss Spratt. He re-
pulses her. She wants to bite his
ear. He won't let her. She tries
to pick him, up and hug him. but
he slips out of her arms and darts
out of the room.
At this point the legend is put on
the screen:
This great big, yearning, full
blooded. overballasted woman Is not
satisfied. Her love turns cold"
Mrs. spratt, now cold, writing at
a little table a telegram to a former
lover. You can see the address.
William de Bulk. New York.. and
the message is put onto the screen
to read:
"My marriage Is a mistake. Come
to me-"
This Is the point. think, at which
the clergy begin to weep. But be-
fore they have time to weep much
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the scene changes with a sudden
flip. A title is written:
"Spratt in his study, dictates his
poem to his stenographer. Clemen-
tina Click
Ha! ha! Do you notice his ste
Eographer, as thin as a meridian of
longitude, and with her hair In Cleo
de Merode forehead flaps, and with
eyes like a COW? Something will be
doing here.
THE gentle girl, as thin as she is
good, hangs on the poets words.
THEN the picture changes again.
= Arrival of William de Bulk.
You see him buzz up in his motor.
You see the wooden butler take his
stick. Then you see him enter and
greet Gloria.
William! How stout you have
grown"
He has big face like thug, but
he must be all right, because the
writing says:
"The big, true-hearted man has come
at once to the woman he had loved"
William takes Gloria Spratt away in
his motor. 1t is made to look like
an elopement, but if you follow it
closely it is all in the same day. 1t
has to be, or the. clergy would stop
crying!
Take me away, William. 1 want
to forget. 1 want to plunge into the
vortex of gayety.'"
William and Gloria in a restaurant
eating beefsteak; wild scene of gayety;
Hawaiian orchestra; ginger ale; Greek
walters; gramaphones; all the fierce
vortex of metropolitan life. William
tells the story Of his life. You can
see him do it in side pictures:
Ives. Gloria. after you left me, I
married. But I grew stout, and my
wife abandoned me TO seek a more in
tellectual life than / could give her. "
William Is seen to bow his head In
grief. Then the picture changes to
the Spratt mansion.
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tance UP mighty oak and hung by
MS claws to the bark. j had run be-
meath him before seeing his position.
instantly / recognized the danger Of
the situation and backed off, away
from the tree, at the same time mock
Ing an arrow on the string. I glanced
about for Young, but he was detained,
so drew to the head and discharged
my arrow right into the heart region
Of our beast, where IL buried its point,
Loosening his hold. the bear fell back
ward from the tree and landed on the
nape Of his neck.
He was weak with mortal wounds,
me, the combat could not have pro-
gressed far. But instantly the dogs
were on him.
Selling him by the front and back
legs, they dragged him around a small
tree, holding him firmly in spite of his
struggles. while he bawled like a lost
calf. The din was terrific; snarling.
swapping dogs, the crashing under
brush, and the believing of bear made
the world hideous. 1t seemed that the
pain of our arrows was nothing to
him compared to his fear of the dogs,
and when he felt himself helpless in
their power, his morale was complete
ly shattered
1t was soon over; hardly minute
elapsed before his resistless form lay
still, and even the dogs knew he was
dead
Altogether, bringing bears to bay
is among the most thrilling expert
| ences Of life. It is a primitive sport
and as such it stirs up in the human
breast the primordial emotions of
| men. The sense of danger, the bodily
exhaustion, the ancestral blood lust,
the hardening bay of the hounds. the
| awe of deep shadowed forests, and
! the return TO an almost hand-to-claw
contest with the beast, call upon a
, latent manhood that is rapidly disak-
| pearing in the process of civilization.
hope there always will be bear To
hunt and youthful adventures to
chase them.
Copyright 1924
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Hunting With Bow and Arrow Most Exh1arating Of Exp

creek bottom. We clambered down
and looked him over with awe. Then
Young and I shook hands across the
body of our first bear.
SINCE this, our maiden bear, we
~ have had various other encount-
ers with bruin. Once while hunting
mountain lions, we came upon the
body of an angora goat recently
killed by a bear. The ground was
covered with his ungainly footprints.
We set the dogs on the scent and off
they went, booming In hot pursuit.
Running like wild Indians. Young
nnd I followed by ear. bows ready
strung and quivers held tightly to
our sides. In less that ten minutes
we burst into a little open glade in
the forest and saw up in a large
1nadrone tree a good sized cinnamon
bear fretfully eyeing the dogs below.
Wa drew our broadheads to the barb
and drove two wicked shafts deep into
his front. AS IL knocked backwards,
the bear reared and threw himself
down the slanting tree trunk. AS he
reached the ground. one of our dogs
seized him by hind leg and the two
went flying past us within couple
Of yards, the dog hanging on like grim
death. Furiously. the other dogs fol-
lowed and we leaped to the chase
This time the course OF the bear
was marked by a swath of broken
brush. 1t dashed headlong through
the forest regardless of obstruction.
Small trees in his way meant nothing
to him; he ran over them. or If old
and brittle. smashed them down. Into
the densest portion of the woods he
made his way. Not more than three
hundred yards from the spot he start
ed. he treed again. In an almost i'm
penetrabIe thicket of small cedars. the
dogs sent up their chorus of barks.
dashed In. fighting my way free from
restraining limbs. the bow and quiver
holding me again and again. Young
got stuck and fell behind, SO that I
came alone upon our bear at bay
He had mounted but short dis
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he reached the ground we were close
by to receive him. We delivered two
glanc!ng blows on his rapidly falling
body. When he landed, however. he
selected the lower side of the tree,
away from us, and bounded Off down
the canyon. We protested that we
had hit him and begged Tom to turn
his dogs loose. After a moments
deliberation, Tom let old Buck go
and off he tore In hot pursuit. The
shepherd was willy old cattle dog
and would keep out Of harm.
Soon we heard him barking and
Murphy exclaimed incredulously,
rHe's treed again," Button and
Baldy. the two other dogs, were un-
leashed and once more we started
our cross-country running. Through
maple thickets. over rocky slides,
down the wooded canyon we gall
loped. Much sooner than we ex-
pected, we came to our bear. Hard
pressed. he had climbed a small oak
and crouched out on a swaying limb
We could see that he was heaying
badly, and was a very sick animal
His gaze was fixed on the bowling
dogs. Young and I ran in close and
shot boldly at his swaying body
Our arrows slipped through him like
magic. One was arrested in it's
course as Is buried itself in his
| shoulder.
Savagely he snapped it in two with
his teeth, when another, driven by
Young with terrific force, struck him
above the eye. He weakened ~his
hold. slipped backward. dropped from
the bending limb and rolled over and
over down the ravine. The dogs were
weSe on him in a. rush, but he was
dead by the time he reacbad the
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Copyright. 1924

Freed from the pressure of his
wife's society. Spratt abandons him
self to his poetic dreams"
The picture spins. Spratt Cat 10:3e)
writing sonnet. Spratt in the garden
of the Spratt mansion (I1:30) reading
the SonnetS to his stenographer Spratt
at lunch with his stenographer, read
ing the sonnet again. Ease and tran
quill mind are changing him already
At 1850 he is distinctly stouter than
he was. At l pm. he is quite fat.
The scene changes. Gloria and Will
liam at afternoon tea. q p.m.)
But even in the whirl of gayety this
great big, true-hearted, aple-bodied
woman cannot forget. She pines"
Pictures of Mrs. Pratt pining. She
is losing flesh. At pm. she is far
less stout than she was at $3.50. At
4:30 1t is still more noticeable.
The picture changes. Spratt with
Clementina Click in the garden. He
is reading her his sonnet for the
tenth time. He is quite stout Clemen-,
tina Click shows signs of restlessness.
She rises and PAGES to and fro:
"'Mr. Spratt, don't read it any more.
I have made a fatal mistake do
not care for poetry as I thought did.
I left the best husband in the world
to seek the intellectual life. / want it
no longer"
The picture changes. William and
Gloria beside the duck pond In Central
Park t5:so p.m.). She Is now quite
tall and thin.
William. have done wrong. Even
in this mad world OF gayety. among
these ducks. cannot forget. Take
me home.'"
Concluding scenes. Arrival of the
motor at the Spratt mansion &C pm,
daylight-saving time). Entry of Will
liam and Gloria. The Spratts meet
They each weigh $50 pounds now.
They fall into one another's arms.
She is his wife.
|. William. have been wrong. Take
me back"
Mrs. spratt leads them all to the
supper table:
Come. we will eat the platter clean"
And the picture concludes with the
legend:
And from the dead ashes OF their
past lives these renewed souls lift
themselves into higher being. Wed
Eesday, Thursday and Friday. All this
week"
Copyright, 1921
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seen in the open, first wild bear, first
and me. ! felt peculiar.
The dogs were gathered beneath the
tree, keeping up chorus Of yelps and
assaulting its base as IL to tear 1t to
pieces. The bear apparently had no
intention OF coming down.
We helped Tom catch his dogs and
tie them with a rope which he held.
He did this because he knew that If
we wounded the bear and he descend
ed there was going to be fight, and
he didn't want to lose his valuable
dogs in an experiment. He had his
gun to take care of himself, and
Young and / were supposed to stand
our share Of the adventure as best
we could.
II ZEN with anticipation of unex-
pected surprises; wondering. yet
pared to shoot our first bear. We sta
toned ourselves some thirty yards
from the base Of the tree. The bear
was about seventy-five feet up in the
air. facing us, looking down and ex-
posing his chest.
We drew our arrows together and
q second later released as one man
Away few two shafts. side by side
and struck the beast in the breast,
not six inches apart. Like a fash.
they melted into his body and dis
appeared forever. He whirled, turned
backward, and began sliding down
the tree.
Ripping and tearing the trunk, he
descended almost as IL falling. a
shower OF bark preceding him like q
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1ODERN JACK SPRATT AND WIFE
Stephen Leacock on The Platter of Life"

r OBSERVE that new controversy
has broken out about the moving
pictures. Somebody has just
i calculated that in America s0,-
100000 people attend the picture
houses every day, and the public is
aghast. And even this figure. 1t
seems. doesn't include the Mexicans,
the Lower Caiifornians and. the Ca
nadians and the Esquimaux.
1t appears also that $50,00o,000 of
new capital is being put into moving
pictures every year--either that or
$50, 600. 100000. 1t is freely stated
that the moving pictures are four
fifths piffie and the other fifth poison,
and that they are made up altogether
of sex stun, sob stun. crime stuff. and
hysteria and vanity all mixed up to-
gether.
do not wish to take any personal
part in this controversy. Indeed, as
one who has made not one moving
picture scenario, but hundreds of
them, I should feel q delicacy in do
ing so. But it may be of interest to
know just exactly how we scenario
makers make scenarios. Perhaps l
may be able to prove that even a
moving picture may move on a high
plane.
The hrst thing that a writer has
to do to make a scenario Is to get a
general topic or story. This is abso-
lutely easy. There is no need to in
vent a now one: 1t is impossible, any
way.
Open any book of folklore or fairy
tales or nursery rhymes--,and you can
pick them out like plums-yeu could
select Little Bo Peep" or Mother
Hubbard" or "Jack Spratt," or any
of them as the basis. Suppose we
take. Jack Spratt"
The original text of the rhyme
runs: --.-
"Jaek Spratt could eat no fat. his
wife could eat no lean,
And 30 1t was, between them both,
they licked the platter clean"
That's the ground work to begin
upon. The next thing is to find the
general name Of the picture. That
suggests itself at once from the
rhyme.
"The Platter. of Life"
or
Parted and United"
authorized by the Board of
Censors.)
~f \ X X
A FTER that 1t is necessary to work
out the descriptive stun that goes
along with tho title for advertising
purposes. This is where the highest
art OF moving picture making comes
In. 1t 10 done, more or less. like this:
"Have yen ever felt your husband
turning cold? Cold as the untasted
! bacon upon ythe platter7 Or YOU
have you ever watched your wife
growing fat? Have You seen her ex-
pand hour by hour? II so, you mus,
not miss this new heart-throbbing
pulse-accelerating picture. IN Ii. you
will see an esthetio, temperamental
! lean eating man yoked to a full
blooded. double e-chested woman. vi
brating with the Joy of eating by the
pound What viii happen? Can
they do it,
IT IL . beautiful Wholesome pie
tufs Of modern life. The clergy s1
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The Productograph.

THE produotograph Is a recording
: instrument that automatically
registers the movements of any ma
chine to which it may be attached.
It will show the exact time the ma
chine started and stopped; how often
IL stopped during the day, the length
of the stops and the variation of
speed. 1t will record the output of
a number of machines One of the
instruments placed. TN the Office of a
superintendent or manager In con-
nected by wires to switches placed on
the machines in the factory. When
ever machine completes one or,more
operations, the switch makes con-
tact that draws . line on the regis
tration chart In the ONCE.
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realms OF the past that 1t seems al
most mythical.
The bear has stood for all that il
dangerous and horrible for ages. No
doubt, our ancestral experiences with
the cave bears of Europe stamped the
dread of these mighty beasts indelibly
in our hearts. The American Indians
in times gone past killed them with
their primitive weapons. but even
they have not done 1t lately. so 1t
can be considered a lost art.
Bear stories often tend to give one
the idea that these beasts can be
petted and made trustworthy COM
panions. In fact, certain sentimental
devotees OF nature foster the senti-
ment that wild animals need naught
but kindness and loving thoughts to
become the bosom friend OF man.
Such sophists would find that they
had made a fatal mistake IL they
Icould carry out their theories. The
old feud between man and beast still
exists and will exist until all wild life
lis exterminated or Is semi-domesti-
Gated in game preserves and refugees.
Even domestic cattle allowed to run
wild are extremely dangerous. Their
fear OF man breeds their desperate
assault when cornered.
The black bear has and will kill
men when brought to bay or wounded
or even feels itself cornered.
Having graduated from grouno
squirrels. quail and rabbits. and hav-
ing laid low the noble deer, we who
nfl tpy q
and wanted to kin bear with our
weapons. = So, learning of a certain
admirable hunter up in Humboldt
county of the name of Tom Murphy,
we wrote to him with our proposal.
He was taken with the idea of the
bow and arrow and invited us to Join
him in some of his winter excursions.
One November day we arrived in
the little village of Blocksburg. on
the outskirts of which WAS Murphy's
ranch.
DY sunrise of the first morning Of
~ our hunt, in the company Of Muir
ply. a quiet-spoken, intelligent man.
we reached the ridge back Of the de-
sired spot, where we tied eur horses
preparatory to climbing up the gulch.
The dogs were made ready; there
were three of them. Murphy un-
clasped tho chains that linked them
together and they scampered up the
precipitous ravine before US. AS they
passed, Tom pointed out bear tracks
the first we had seen.
In less than ten minutes the full
throated bay of the hounds told us
that they had struck a hot track and
routed the bear from his temporary
den.
That was the signal for speed, and
we began a desperate race up the side
of the mountain. Nothing but per-
feet physical health can stand such
a strain. One who Is not in athletic
training will either fail completely in
the test or do his heart irreparable
damage.
But we were fit; we had trained for
the part. Stripped for action. we were
dressed in hunting breeches, light
high-topped shoes spiked on the soles,
Evening star., 1924-01-13

Drowsy with happiness, we nestle
down in our sleeping bags. resting on
a bed OF fragrant boughs, and dream
Of the eternal chase.
X y
KILLING bears with the bow and
arrow Is a very old pastime: in
fact. 1t ranks next in antiquity to
killing them with a club. However,
it has faded so far into the dim
Evening star., 1924-01-13

Skill and Seeking
and
Wounds 20 Primitive
Evening star., 1924-01-13
BY sAxTON POPE

EER are the most beautiful
animals Of the woods. Their
II grace. poise. agility and alert
ness make them a lovely and
inspiring sight. To see them feed un-
disturbed Is wonderful; such mincing
steps, such dainty nihbling is lesson
in culture. With wide. lustrous eyes.
mobile ears ever listening, with moist,
sensitive nostrils testing every vagrant
odor in the air. they are the embodi-
ment of representative self-preserva-
tien.
The first buck I ever landed with
the bow thrilled me to such an extent
that every detail is memorable.
After a long, hard morning hunt I
was returning to camp alone. 1t was
nearly noon; the sun beat down on
the pungent dust of the trail, and all
nature seemed sleepy. The air, heavy
with the fragrance of the pines,
hardly stirred.
was walking wearily along think
ing of food, when suddenly my outer
visual fields picked up the image Of
a deer. l stopped. There, eighty yards
away. stood three-year-oid buck,
grazing under an oak. His back was
toward me.
erouched and sneaked nearer. My
arrow was nocked on the string. The
distance measured carefully with my
eye; II was now sixty-five yards. Just
then the deer raised it's head. let fly
an arrow at It's neck. 1t few between
its horns. The deer gave a sArtled
toss to its head, listened a second.
then dipped its crest again to feed.
nocked another shaft. AS 1t raised its
head again shot.
This arrow few wide of the neck,
but at the right elevation. The buck
now was more startled and jumped so
that it stood profile to me. looking and
listening. I dropped upon one knee.
A little rising ground and interven-
] drew q third arrow from my quiver
its barb caught in the rawhide. and
] swore q soft vicious oath to steady
my nerves. Then, drawing my bow
carefully. lowering my aim and hold
ing like grim death. shot q beauti-
full released arrow.
1t sped over the tops Of the dried
like a bird. and struck the deer full
and hard in the chest The beast
lsaped, bounded off some thirty yards
staggered, drew back its head and
wilted in the hind legs. ! had stayed
immovabfe as wood. Seeing him
failing, ran swiftly forward, and
almost on the run at forty yards
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cartload of shingles. Tom shouted,
You missed him. run up close and
shoot him again." From his side Of
the tree he couldn't see that our ar
rows had hit and gone through, and
he was used to seeing bear drop
when he hit one with a bullet.
But we were little diffident about
running UP close to a wounded bear.
for Tom had told US II would fight
when it got down. Nevertheless, we
nocked an arrow again, and just as
Evening star., 1924-01-13

EER are the most beautiful
animals OF the woods. Their
grace. poise. agility and alert
ness make them a lovely and